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don’t worry baby..

-> in which..

you discover that your new boyfriend chris is the type to talk you through it…

-> content warnings: p in v, clit/ nipple stimulation, first time together, language if you squint, dacryphilla (barely) creampie, aftercare, talking you through it, m!dom, f!sub and i think that’s it :)

you and chris sturniolo had been friends for years. you met in high school and had bonded with him closely ever since. but during the last year, you had gone through some shit and chris was there through it, eventually causing you to have inevitable feelings for one another. now, you and chris had now been dating for about 6 months. he was amazing. you loved him, he was a be gentleman, he was polite, he always made you laugh, every tick box you could’ve made up, he ticked. the only thing you hadn’t talked about was sex. it never came up. either his brothers were around, he was busy filming, or when you actually plucked up the courage to mention it you always got too nervous just in case he thought you were trying to rush into it. that was until chris drove to your house after a long, stressful day of meetings for his brand, phone calls about shippings etc. he had stormed into your room and practically leapt on top of you, pulling you in for an aggressive yet passionate kiss.

now, he was rubbing his fat, throbbing cockhead through your puffy folds. your legs shake, drooped over his square shoulders, your heart thumping. the silence in the room was filled with soft whimpers and cruel words coming from chris’ mouth. “look at you baby” he smirks, while dragging his tip torturously slow across your sensitive clit. your breath hitches in your throat as you clench around nothing. “dripping for me already hm?”

“cmon sweet girl” he tuts. “tell me how much y’want it” he murmurs while drawing teasing circles on your inner thigh with his fingertips, sending shivers through your spine. “i- i want it so bad chris.. p- please” you whimper weakly. you might seem desparate, but you can tell he wants it too. his tip is leaking with pre-cum and it looks flushed, angry even. “atta girl” he smirks. and with no more words, he shoves his leaking cock inside your tight walls. your back arches automatically from the abrupt stretch and you see chris’ face contort with pleasure as your wetness invites his dick in warmly. his thrusts start off slow and calculated, causing your thighs quiver around his body.

“fuck baby” he grunts, pulling you closer towards him. all you can manage to show how much you’re enjoying yourself is needy moans and whimpers. your eyes roll to the back of your head as you desperately search for something to hold onto. “here sweet girl” he offers, holding his hand out for you to grip onto. his speed picks up slightly and then, he drops down to your ear and starts suckling purple bruises from the underside of your ear to your shoulder. you frag your nails down his back, probably leaving burning marks, and moan into his ear.

“feels that good baby hmm?” he coos, locking eyes with you and watching how your face contorts with each thrust. your eyes start to sting with tears, and he smirks to himself. “it’s okay sweet” he says with fake sympathy, kissing the hot tears that unintentionally spill down your cheeks. his mouth trails across your face and down your heaving chest until he reaches the mount of your boobs. his hot mouth covers your nipple, and his tongue draws teasing circles over it.

“oh god chris” you say, feeling the tight coil in your stomach begin to knot. you squeeze his hand tightly, letting him know your close. his releases his mouth with a ‘pop’ sound and his head lifts back up to your ear as he kisses your plump lips. “cmon baby, you can take it” he murmurs into your lips. he moans into your mouth as he feels your sopping pussy start to clench around him. you wrap your legs around his body instinctively, a silent plea for him to keep going. his pace falters slightly, a clear indication that he’s just as close as you.

“your pussy feels so good” he says hoarsely, his mouth gaping slightly. he straightens his back and slips his fingers on his free hand down to your swollen clit, spreading your slickness around and rubbing tight circles, bringing you teetering over the edge. hes insistent on making you cum first. “c- chris.. i- i- i c- can’t.. i- i’m gonna c..um” you incoherently babble through whines.

“you can cum for me baby, it’s okay” he says, his thrusts getting sloppier by the second. “you got it sweet girl..” and with that, your body convulses in ecstasy and you feel your orgasm crash through you with an unbelievable intensity. you moan his name loudly as you feel your arousal coat your thighs and the aftershocks begin to run through you, and, to no surprise, chris helps you through it. “such a good girl f’me, aren’t ya?” he groans, squeezing your hand tightly as he feels his own orgasm crash over him. he buries himself to the hilt inside your pussy, and you feel his warm seed fill you to the brim.

you let out a shaky breath as chris lays on top of you for a minute. he unloops his fingers from your grip to brush your hair out of your eyes. he presses gentle kisses to your face, and one to your lips as he slowly pulls his softening cock out of your spent pussy. you wince at the gust of cold air, but he smiles down at you reassuringly and you feel instantly better. he pulls his boxers on and leaves the room for a minute, and you smile to yourself. another tick box checked.

he comes back a minute later, with a warm cloth and a bottle of water. he leans down and he opens your legs, pressing soft kisses to your flesh as he cleans up the combination of yours and his juices. he dresses you carefully, opens the bottle of water for you and wipes the droplets that spill past your lips with his thumb. then, he lies next to you, pulling you in closely to his chest. he kisses your forehead and smiles at you. “you enjoy that baby?” he says, drawing circles on your hip. you nod at him, smiling. “what?” he says. “nothing.. i just didn’t expect that from you.” you say, curling into his chest as he squeezes your ass playfully.

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authors notes: one month since i last posted is insane.. im so sorry everyone i had my october canon event hardcore this year 💔

i will try and be more active from now on but for now, i hope you enjoy!

and thank you SO much for the love on my last post i appreciate it so much 💞💞

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Fuck me full

cw: PURE SMUTTTT, panty play? temperature play, rough sex, munchy, clit stimulation, slight size kink, degrading if you put your glasses on, dom!chris, but hint of subby!chris at the end chris masterlist ○ main masterlist

“..fuck baby, y’got all pretty f’me?”

Ever since you saw Chris in that chain, you were feral.

The backwards cap, the all black outfit, the fluff of his hair—and that goddamn chain? Oh it had you whimpering and wet on site.

“Such cute panties, it's a shame I'm about to ruin them.” Chris taunts, before swiftly tugging them down your legs.

“Fuck—Chris..” You whine, hips bucking into the cold air that hit your now exposed skin.

“So wet..” Chris groans, “guess I should wear this more often.” he grunts.

His fingers swirl around your clit, jabbing through your cunt in and out like he was finishing the job.

That pleasure didn’t last long though. He removes the digits, plunging them into your mouth to suck clean.

You only obey him, the taste of your own slick on your tongue as you clean his fingers off for him. The filthy actions only has your stomach pooling warmer—feining for more of him.

Chris doesn't even ask you to turn around, instead manhandling you into a face down, ass up position.

“Hold yourself up like that ma, can ya’ do that f’me?” he grunts, hastily taking out his cock and dragging it through your puffy folds.

“nngh—yes.. do anything..” You breathe, letting out a cry when you feel his shaft spear through your entrance.

The room fills with obsence squelches, the slapping of skin echoing through the walls as he fucks into you relentlessly.

Your moans are even louder though, almost loud enough to cover up every other sign while being the most obvious at the same time. Normally he wouldn't mind—but tonight, he has a filthy, filthy plan in play.

“Can’t even shut the fuck up, too dumb on my big cock hm? You love it, love screaming while I fuck you.” Chris spits, slowing his thrusts to grab the pink panties he kept with him for this very moment.

He yanks your head up by your hair, causing your back to arch and eliciting a loud moan. He stuffs the panties in your mouth—effectively silencing you in the dirtiest way.

“Thats what i thought.. now be a quiet little fuck toy for me, yeah? Toys aren't supposed to speak.”

You can taste the saltiness of your leaked arousal on the fabric, loud moans becoming muffled through the surprisingly sound proof material.

Chris only quickens his thrusts as he feels you tighten around him, knowing you and him both are just seconds away from cumming.

“Fuck.. cumming—” Chris groans, his eyes squeezing shut as his hips jerk into you, mixing his hot seed with your own sweet cum.

He pulls out of you, but only to turn you around, effectively lying you flat on your back. He pulls your now drooly panties out of your mouth, tossing them onto the floor as he captures your lips in a searing kiss.

The kiss is rough, his teeth grazing your lip and latching onto it, sucking it into his own mouth before tangling his tongue with yours.

“Need—need’a taste you..” He breathes out, quickly slotting his head between your legs and pulling your cunt to his watery mouth—folds still sloppy with your mixed essence.

He immediately digs in, the sight of him eating not only yours, but his own cum has your head spinning, your moans loud and free now that your voice isn't restrained.

The sound of your vocal pleasure pushes Chris further, jerking you up and slinging your legs onto his shoulder to get deeper, and the deer charm of his new fresh love necklace—the one you've been absolutely wrecked for—grazes your clit.

You jolt, letting out a loud whine at the feeling of the cold metal. “Oh baby,” Chris grins mischievously.

“You liked that? Felt good on ya pussy, hm?”

Chris yanks his necklace off, holding it by the deer charm that just caused you to jump in pleasure.

“m’gonna make it feel way better, baby.” he hums, taking the charm and pressing it against the sensitive bundle of nerves.

You gasp, hips once again jerking at the cold sensation. “Chris..” You whine, squirming for his touch.

“need more, hm? Gonna give you a lot more,” Chris grunts out, pulling your pussy flush to his face again as he resumes his earlier ministrations, occasionally stopping to press the cold charm against you.

You're so, so sensitive—the say he continues to edge you, stopping the flicks of his tongue every time he feels your hole clench around the muscle, instead replacing it with the cold metal deer.

You were starting to hate the necklace after all of this teasing—but at the same time, you couldn't get enough.

“Aw, baby, you gonna cum hm? You think I should let you this time?” He coos against your folds, moving his head to look at you.

You immediately push his head down, all inhibitions gone and replaced with one need; release.

“Fuck—don’t stop Chris.. don’t you dare stop this time.” You order, keeping his head down against your folds.

Chris doesn't fight the sudden shift in power, instead groaning loudly at the way you take charge. He doubles his efforts, flicking and swirling his tongue at two times the spred and pressure he was at before.

Pretty soon, you were crying out in pleasure, screaming his name as the band in your tummy snapped and you gushed all over his tongue.

You finally release his head, letting him come up and rest his chin on your stomach.

“Fuck baby.. that was amazing, you're amazing.” Chris breathes, looking at you with the most fucked out eyes, like he was the one getting off.

And maybe he did, because when you drag your gaze to his thighs, the sight of his sticky cum covering them and part of the bed tells you everything you need to know.

Chris looks down sheepishly, before turning his gaze back up and murmuring a small “you can't blame me, you taste too good and your reactions are too sexy.”

You laugh at his words, pulling him close to your chest. “Guess we both made a mess, then.”

“Yeah, we did.”

☆ soph's notes: was that sexy or was that SEXY? best chris smut I've written by far. also feel free to use these panty dividers with credits! I haven't seen any others on here but there may be others I'm not aware of

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"I think these need to be stronger" ⊹˖𓃚₊˚ C.S.

CW: Explicit sexual content (Obvi), NSFW / smut, Rough sex, Choking / breath restriction, Hair pulling, Power dynamics, Public / semi-public sex, Workplace sexual activity, Degradation (sexual context)

"I used chat gpt for warnings so please fill me in if I missed anything!" -- The Matt Girl

HEY HEY

I have a request

get this

readers water breaks but nobody is home 🙂 BUT HER PHONE IS ALL THE WAY ACROSS THE ROOM AND THEY ARE FILMING AO THEIR NOTIFICATIONS ARE SILENCED

either Matt or Chris idc

HIIII!!! i’m SOOOOOOOO sorry ive been busy with stuff lately and didnt have ANY motivation to write,but i decided to write this since it’s kinda a good context 🙏🏼🙏🏼

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you were alone. like actually alone. matt had gone to film with nick and chris about thirty minutes ago, and you were supposed to just relax. kick your feet up. maybe watch some show you’ve already seen a million times. but nope. your body had other plans.

you stood up to go grab a snack, and then—

splat.

you froze. “no fucking way.”

the first wave of panic hit your chest like a truck. you looked down. soaked. like soaked soaked. and then the second wave hit—contractions. not too bad yet, but enough to tell you this wasn’t a drill.

“fuck. fuck. fuck.”

you turned your head. your phone. your lifeline. the only thing that could connect you to matt right now.

all the way across the damn room.

on the counter.

just chilling.

you started waddling toward it, holding onto the wall, breathing through the tightness in your stomach. “okay… okay… just get the phone. call matt. it’s fine.”

you finally reached it, shaking hands and all. you dialed his number.

voicemail.

“matt, hey, um… my water just broke and you need to get home like right fucking now okay? like drop the camera and RUN.”

you texted him too. and chris. and nick. groupchat. individual. the works. then you remembered: they’re filming. do not disturb is ON. they weren’t seeing shit.

you threw your head back and groaned. “you’ve gotta be kidding me.”

twenty minutes passed. another contraction hit hard, and you were practically on the floor at that point, trying not to pass out.

and then—

front door SLAMMED open.

“BABY??” matt’s voice cracked halfway through the word, footsteps slamming against the floor. “BABY WHERE ARE YOU?!”

“living room—” you croaked, tears in your eyes.

he appeared in the doorway, eyes wide, pale, and already halfway to tears. “holy shit.”

“matt,” you breathed, “this is happening. like right now.”

he dropped everything—keys, water bottle, his whole soul probably—and crouched beside you, brushing hair off your face and kissing your forehead. “i got the text late. we were wrapping up and i looked at my phone and—fuck. i’m here. i got you. i got you.”

you gripped his hand like your life depended on it. “we need to go. like now.”

“already called the car. we’re leaving in two minutes. breathe, okay? just keep breathing.”

you nodded, but then laughed through the pain. “you’re the one who needs to breathe, matthew.”

“oh i’m definitely not breathing,” he said, voice shaking but soft, “not until you’re in that hospital bed and our kid is out and safe and we’re good. okay?”

he kissed you again, forehead to lips to cheeks.

and somehow, even in the middle of all the chaos, you knew everything would be fine.

because he was there.

finally.

the ride to the hospital was a blur.

you were in the backseat with matt’s arm around you, squeezing your hand every time a contraction hit. he kept whispering shit like “you’re doing so good” and “almost there, baby” even though you could literally see the fear in his eyes.

he was scared. you were scared. and the driver was definitely scared too.

you pulled up to the emergency entrance, and matt was out the car before it fully stopped. like sprinted to the door, yelling, “MY GIRLFRIEND’S IN LABOR, SHE’S COMING IN RIGHT NOW—WE NEED A WHEELCHAIR OR A BED OR SOMETHING—PLEASE—”

they rushed out with a nurse and a chair, got you inside fast. matt was right by your side the entire time, holding your hand while the nurses asked questions you barely heard.

“when did your water break?”

“has she had any bleeding?”

“how far apart are the contractions?”

matt was answering them for you while you just tried to stay conscious. they rolled you into the delivery room, and that’s when shit got real.

like real real.

you were in a hospital gown, legs up, machines beeping, sweat on your forehead, and matt standing there holding your hand like it was the only thing anchoring him to earth.

“you’re almost there,” the nurse said. “one more big push.”

you were crying. like ugly crying. and so was matt, let’s be real.

“you got this. you’re literally the strongest person i know,” he said, forehead pressed against yours, voice breaking. “just one more, baby. please.”

and you did it.

screamed. pushed. and then—

the cry.

tiny. loud. life-changing.

they held the baby up for a second before taking them to clean up, and matt completely lost it.

tears pouring down his face, mouth covered with his hand, shaking his head like he couldn’t believe it was real.

“you did it. oh my god you fucking did it,” he whispered, looking at you like you were made of stardust. “you’re incredible.”

they handed you your baby, wrapped in a soft little blanket, and matt leaned in so close, just staring.

“hi,” he whispered to them, voice cracking. “i’m your dad. i love you so much already it’s actually stupid.”

then he looked at you, eyes glassy, lips twitching into the softest smile. “you gave me everything. like… everything.”

you blinked through the exhaustion, through the pain, through the joy, and whispered, “worth it.”

and he nodded. “so worth it.”

-@sturnispider

i actually ukowkey love this fhat 😁😁

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Part 5: “Act Normal”

The next morning, you told yourself you were over it. Whatever that weird moment was last night—it didn’t mean anything. Chris was just being, well… Chris. Overprotective, dramatic, occasionally sweet when he forgot to hide it.

But then your phone buzzed.

Open your door. I got coffee.

You frowned at the message, still in your pajamas, hair a mess. Before you could even type a response, a knock came at your door—three sharp taps you’d recognize anywhere.

When you opened it, there he was, holding two cups and wearing that smug half-grin that made you want to both punch and hug him.

“You look rough,” he said casually, brushing past you to walk inside. “Late night?”

You glared, shutting the door. “You were literally there for my late night.”

“True,” he said, setting the coffee down on your counter. “But you were being all dramatic when you stormed out of my car, so I didn’t know if you cried about it or something.”

“Cried?” you repeated, laughing in disbelief. “Please. If anyone should be crying, it’s you.”

He grinned at that—really grinned—and it hit you like a punch. It was unfair how easily he could pull you back in, like last night hadn’t happened at all.

You both sat on the couch, the silence a little too heavy for a “normal” morning. Chris leaned back, sipping his coffee, scrolling through his phone like he hadn’t said something that kept you up half the night.

“So,” you said finally, trying to sound casual. “We’re just… not gonna talk about last night?”

He didn’t look up. “Talk about what?”

You stared at him. “You seriously gonna play dumb?”

He shrugged. “If it makes things less weird, yeah.”

And there it was—the line drawn in invisible ink. Pretend it didn’t happen. Pretend the air between you wasn’t charged. Pretend your stomach didn’t twist every time he looked at you for a second too long.

You sighed, sinking deeper into the couch. “You’re impossible.”

“Yeah,” he said softly, finally glancing at you. “And you keep me around anyway.”

The way he said it was quiet, almost fond. You didn’t have a comeback this time.

After a beat, he stood up, clapping his hands. “Alright, let’s go.”

You blinked. “Go where?”

“Grocery store,” he said simply. “Your fridge looks like a cry for help. I’m not letting you live off cereal and water-milk again.”

You groaned, but followed him anyway, tossing on a hoodie. The drive was easier this time—lighter, full of stupid jokes and loud music like the tension had been shoved to the backseat. But every now and then, when you caught him glancing at you from the corner of his eye, it all came rushing back.

At the store, he grabbed a cart and immediately started loading it with things you didn’t need.

“Chris,” you said, watching him throw in three different kinds of chips. “You’re acting like you live with me.”

He gave you a sideways smile. “Maybe I just like making sure you’re good.”

You paused. The words hung in the air longer than they should’ve. He didn’t even realize how soft his tone had gone.

“Yeah, well,” you muttered, trying to ignore your heart doing backflips, “you’re annoying about it.”

He just laughed, pushing the cart ahead. “Wouldn’t be me otherwise.”

By the time he dropped you off, the weirdness had faded again—but only on the surface. When you waved him goodbye and went inside, you found yourself smiling for no reason, and hating that it was because of him.

And somewhere in his car, as he drove off, Chris was doing the exact same thing.

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a/n: my phone is literally taken away but i gotta post my shit ykyk

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Kinktober Day 1: Size Kink With Chan ~ Tiny

Genre: Smut

Pronouns: She/Her

Member: Christopher

Warnings: Boyfriend! Chan, Protected Sex, Size Kink, Belly Bulge, Photography During Sex

Description: “I promise I can take it!~”

Word Count: 1361

SMUT BELOW THE LINE

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better boyfriend than him.. chris sturniolo

-> in which…

you find yourself fantasising about how much better in bed chris would be than your loser bf…

-> content warnings: p in v, clit stimulation, nipple stimulation, kind of spit content?, cheating (reader) tiny bit of choking, oral sex (f receiving) multiple orgasms and i think that’s it! let me know if there’s anything else :)

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you only realised how much you wanted chris until you found yourself looking at your boyfriend, lewis, comparing everything about him to chris. lewis wasn’t tall, and wasn’t handsome like chris. he didn’t know how to make you laugh, he wasn’t everything you wanted in a guy, like chris. it was hard to even feel bad when your boyfriend was a total loser. he’s out with god knows who everyday, you guys never spend time together, you haven’t had sex for months.. he even forgot your birthday last year.

so about 2 hours ago, you left you and lewis’ shared apartment and drove to chris’ house. this wasn’t unusual; you and chris had always been close. when you arrive, you wave to matt and nick who are getting into their car to get food, and then you enter the house, calling chris’ name. you walk up to his room and push the door open, not bothering to knock. he grins when he sees you, and flips his blanket, opening up a space for you.

you flop down beside him and let out a long, exasperated sigh. “what’s up ma?” he says, turning his body to look down at you with hooded eyes. you shake your head at him. “oh christopher. whatever should i do?” you ask, looking up and admiring his blue eyes drinking in the features of your face. he chuckles and looks down at his phone. “break up with the boyfriend?” he says, a clear smirk tugging at his lips. you give him a funny look. he raises an eyebrow at you. “well, y’know i’d treat you better.. if y’ever change your mind” he shrugs.

you hit his arm gently, and he grabs your wrists and pins them above your head. not the reaction you were expecting, but you can’t say you’re complaining. you look up at him, and you start to feel a pooling wetness between your legs. he looks perfect. his blue eyes burning into yours, his chain dangling down, tickling your chin, his hair brushing over his forehead. chris looks at you up and down quickly, then locks eyes with you. “y’know that, right?” he urges. “y’know i’d treat you better than that asshole? i’d never make a pretty girl like you cry” you nod slowly, sucking your bottom lip between your teeth. he tuts at you, and shifts away again. “shame, really. bet ya haven’t been fucked good in a long time.”

your eyes widen at his comment, but you can’t help but move closer to him. “chris..i.. ” you mumble quietly with big misty eyes. “shh ma, it’s gonne be okay” he soothes. with that, he slowly connects your lips, snaking his hand around your throat to pull you closer, squeezing gently. his other hand goes instinctively onto your hip, pulling himself on top of you. you whimper into his mouth, having not experienced this type of action in so long. he gently tugs at your hair, exposing the right side of your neck. he peppers wet, open mouthed kisses all over your neck, biting and sucking slightly. you moan into his mouth, and you feel his tongue push its way in, fighting with yours. his fingers fumble with the bottom of your shirt, and he pulls away and looks at you just to double check.

“please chris” you whisper, almost shaking with anticipation. he wastes no time pulling your shirt over your head and your sweatpants off your legs. he kisses you down to your chest, then reaches behind you, lifts you up slightly and unclips your bra with ease. he looks at your body in awe, like as though you’re the best thing he’s ever laid eyes on. he wraps his mouth around your nipple, slowly flicking his tongue over it. his hand reaches up to roll the other one between his index finger and thumb. you moan quietly, running your hand through his hair and arching into his mouth. he locks eyes with you, and feel the heat radiating from his gaze. you’ve never been looked at with so much want.. so much need.

you absentmindedly push his head down, looking at him with pleading eyes. he smirks, almost instantly. “poor angel. bet you haven’t been looked after good for a long time, hm?” he teases. “chris.. please” you plead, unable to find any other words. he smirks again, and hooks his finger into your lace panties and pulls them down. he lifts your legs over his shoulder and dives onto your cunt with his tongue. his tongue performs long, slow swoops between your soaking wet folds.

his tongue maps you out; sucking on your clit, licking you up and down, penetrating you, tongue circling over your puffy lips. you moan loudly and buck your hips into his face. you tangle your fingers into his hair and tug gently. he groans at the feeling; the hum sending insatiable vibrations throughout your body. you feel your stomach begin to coil, and you know you’re about to cum. “chris.. need you.. to fuck me” you attempt to say between broken moans and small gasps. “not until you cum.” he says solemnly, flicking his tongue faster. you feel a blinding sensation wash over you, and for a minute you’re paralysed with ecstasy. chris only lets up when your back slumps into the bed and you’re moaning brokenly and panting breathlessly.

he moves up toward you, spreading your legs with his strong hands. he quickly takes off his sweatpants and boxers, and you finally get a glimpse of his dick. it’s big.. probably too big. you look up at him with big eyes and he chuckles softly. “don’t worry ma, we’ll make it fit.” he says, his fingers ghosting over your hip. he fists his dick a few times in his hands and spits onto your dripping pussy as he spreads the precum from his tip over his dick. you feel him drag his dickhead over your clit a few times, spreading your wetness onto him. then, he slowly starts to slide into you. the stretch is ungodly. painful. but it feels like heaven. you whimper and desparately fumble for something to hold onto.

you grab onto the blanket that was previously strewn beside you. you feel him continue to push into you slowly until he’s bottomed out. you feel yourself pulsing around him and you moan at his lack of movement. “fuuuuck.. so tight mama. that prick not giving you what you deserve hm?” he groans, slowly starting to thrust back and forth at a torturingly slow pace. you moan loudly when he starts to move, becoming increasingly desperate with every thrust. “chris.. faster” you beg, your eyes stinging with tears from the mixture pain and pleasure you’re experiencing.

“such a good girl mama” he says, increasing the speed of his thrusts and snapping his hips into you. you moan loudly, arching your back off the bed, almost trying to escape the pleasure. he brings his hand to your hip, holding your body firmly in place. his bottom lip is tucked firmly between his teeth, and his head is on the verge of being thrown back. “not..gonna..last” he grunts between thrusts. he brings his fingers down to your clit, rubbing tight circles, bringing you closer and closer to the edge. you feel your pussy start to clench around him, and for the second time tonight, you feel the blinding sensation begin to take over. chris finished quickly after you, filling you up with the warmth of his cum.

he pulls out slowly, both of you hissing at the cold air. he flops down next to you and smirks. you look up at him and turn slightly pink. “don’t even.” you warn him. he snakes his arm around you and pulls you close to him. “think it’s fair to say i’m a much better boyfriend than him..right ma?”

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When you woke up, something felt different. It was warm, not just the warmth of Chris’s body curled into yours, or the way you both were cocooned into the blanket.

No. It was more. It was the pooling of heat in your stomach, like honey slowly dripping from a spoon. And despite everything, despite Chris drooling on the pillow, messy hair and crusty eyes, still plastered to you like if he let go you'd disappear, you still felt yourself getting wet.

Dripping and needy for the boy wrapped around you, and he has no idea.Chris stirs in your arms, yawning and sitting up in your embrace.

“mmh, baby.. y’awake?” He hums, pressing his lips to your temple before looking at you.

You’re in nothing but his t-shirt and a pair of soft, cotton panties, nipples poking out through the fabric.

One minute, you're yawning. The next, he's rolling you lazily onto your back, his arms bracing around your head.

“Y’look s’pretty baby..” he murmurs, mouthing gently at your neck.

“mh, Chris..” You breathe quietly, gasping as his fingers find the damp fabric of your panties covering your core.

“So wet.. baby, have you been waitin’ f’me?” Chris teases, snapping the elastic of the blue material into your skin.

You only nod your head, teeth sinking into your bottom lip like if you try to say anything, all that will come out is a moan.

“Y’should have woken me up, pretty girl. You know I would’a taken care of you in a heartbeat.” He purrs against your skin, nibbling at the heated flesh.

“Didn’t—didn’t wanna wake you up.. you were tired.”

“Next time, please wake me up sooner, I love takin’ care of my girl.”

His fingers are already rubbing over your clit through your panties, watching in awe as the digits get soaked even through the fabric.

“Baby.. your drooling,” Chris groans in amazement, gently pulling your underwear down and tossing them away.

“Fuck—so much..” He whines quietly, slinging your legs over his shoulders.

“Ch-chris.. what are you doing?” You ask shakily, legs already hooked on him.

“Please let me eat you out- fuck.. I need to.” Chris breathes, his hot breath brushing against your aching bud.

You groan loudly at his plea, your hips already jerking towards your face like the simple movement could convey your answer.

And to be honest, it could. Chris’s lips were attached to your clit as soon as he saw your reaction to his words, suckling and licking at the bundle of nerves like he was starving.

You gasp, your back arching against the bed as his name spills from your lips like a chant. Your hand finds his hair, pushing him down into your drooling pussy as you grind against his face.

“Fuck Chris! So good!” You whine, tugging at his locks enough to make his head ache later. Chris’s face is buried in your pussy, lapping and slurping at your hole like he genuinely hasn’t had a meal in days, like sucking at your essence is the only thing that could quench his thirst for you.

He alternates between shaking his head through your folds and sucking at your clit, his grip on your thighs almost bruising as he pulls you impossibly closer to his face. You aren't getting away from his mouth at all this morning.

He pulls back for a loud gasp of air, “Fuck, y’so sweet baby-” he groans, quickly diving back in for more. He’s literally drowning himself in you.

And as soon as you cum on his tongue, he licks it all up, the explosion of your release on his tongue making his eyes roll back in pleasure. He pulls back, sucking at patches of your skin on your thighs and leaving throbbing hickies on the flesh before he flips you over.

“Ass up baby, we aren’t done.” He commands in a rough groan, already grabbing onto the flesh and kneading it as soon as you are in the position.

“Fuckin’ stupid.” he mutters quietly to himself, tugging down his troublesome jeans. Of course he fumbles his fingers now.

As soon as he practically rips his jeans and boxers off, he's teasing your slit with his tip, rubbing it along your glistening folds.

You cry out, your back arching as he plunges into you, the delicious stretch burning in the best way. “God—y’so tight.. Do ya feel me? Fillin’ you all up?” Chris moans, smacking your ass and watching it jiggle under his touch.

“So full Chris! Y’so big.. fillin’ me up so much—so full of you!” He thrusts into you deeply, the slap of skin echoing through the room as the bed creaks and your bodies shake.

You're wildly grasping at the sheets, your breath escaping you while you attempt to cry out his name, but it comes out more like an incoherent babble.

“Can’t even speak, gettin’ all dumb on my dick. You love this, don'tcha? You love when I fuck you senseless, like your just some toy.” He growls, grabbing your hair and tugging it back so your face isn't buried in the pillow beneath you.

“I—nngh.. fuck- I love it! Love bein’ yours..” You cry, arching against his touch as he fucks everything out of you, you probably couldn't even say your name if you tried.

“God baby… i’m so close,” Chris groans, his rhythmic thrusts becoming haphazardous and sloppy, further proof of his being right at the edge.

“I—i’m close too! Please.. need’a cum!”

“Fuck!” Chris chokes, “Baby, please cum with me.. need to come together.. please-” At his words your hips jerk, eyes flashing white with pleasure as you topple off the edge, your cum creaming around his base, squeezing him tightly.

He’s not far after you, his hot seed filling up your needy cunt as he spasms his cock into your hole. He collapses onto you, his hair tickling your neck as he breathes heavily.

“What a way to start the day,” He laughs softly, pulling you close.

“What a great way to start the day.” You tease.He only chuckles harder at your words, gently pulling out and laying you on your back.

“Let me clean you up, sweet girl.” Chris murmurs softly, heading to the bathroom to get a warm washcloth to clean the mess you both had made.

He makes sure to be gentle, the soft caress of the cloth and his sweet praises filling the air only relaxing you further, and at this moment, you feel like you need a whole other day of sleep with him. That would be heaven right now.

“Chris, can we go back to sleep?” You ask quietly, watching him put the cloth down and crawl back into bed.

“Of course baby, all I want to do is hold you right now, you did so perfect for me.” You sigh, curling into his arms and melting in his embrace. This is all that matters, closeness and connection after such an intimate moment.

“I love you, sweetheart.” He whispers against your temple.

“I love you too, Chris.” You breathe, melting against him and your eyes shutting.

You both will be getting a really good nap.

@cursed-carmine for the dividers

☆ soph's notes: the way this took like a trillion days to finish.. the way this is a trillion days late too... 💔 but also yay! the marathon is fucking done! yes!

On a genuine note, this was a fun experience and I gained so much support during this marathon, and I plan on doing another in the future!! If you stuck with me through all of these ilysm. ❤️