#dom!chris

[channlust]

yk i saw a tiktok where girls make their bfs do pushups while the girls lay below them just to hear them groan and moan… god a chan smut fic with this plot would be soooo good pls write one if you can!!😝

moan for me

warnings: MDNI!, filthy smut with very little plot, established relationship, choking, finger sucking, dry humping, begging, dacryphilia, softdom!chan, unprotected sex, fingering, floor fuck, doggy, consenual filming, humor near the end. lmk if i missed anything!!

you were chilling on the kitchen counter scrolling through your phone while chan stood shirtless, chopping up some veggies while chicken sizzled on the stove. he'd finally gotten a break from work, giving you both a chance to chill at home, planning to spend the rest of your night chilling in the pool while snacking on whatever chan was gonna make—talking about everything and nothing at the same time.

"everything's almost ready baby, you should go get ready— ill finish this up and follow you yea?" he said but you had only heard half of it, an idea popping up in your mind like a light bulb.

"wait, can we do something first?" you said. eyeing your phone then eyeing him again with a mischievous look in your eyes.

"you are not making a minion's makeup look on me again you promised last time was the last time" he sighed out, knowing what you were about to say was just as ridiculous if not more.

"no its not that a promise!!" you laughed, naturally causing him to smile back at you

"oh yea? then what is it, hit me" he said crossing his arms, bracing himself for whatever little tiktok challenge you were gonna let him do.

"i want us to do push ups until failure" you said excited "push ups till failure? as in who will do more push ups? i think we both know who will win that challenge baby" he said, a cocky tone lacing his words

"no...i mean you will do push ups..."you trailed off. "illjustlieunderyoutillyoufail" you said in one go, nervous of what his reaction could be.

"you'll what? lie under me?" he laughed, the idea of you lying under him while his figure consumed you, going up and down on you making is cock twitch in his pants.

"pleaseeee" you pleaded "it'll be fun!!" you tried with words, saying anything just to convince him.

"it wont be the first or last thing u do just for a video" a laughed shaking his head, "make it quick then, baby" he said as you let out a a celebratory "yes!!" as you ran to lay the yoga mat on your bedroom floor, chan trailing right after you

you see, chan rarely ever let out moans or whines during bed, just the occasional groans when he was reaching his climax and whatever praises he would whisper in your ear. however, the times you heard him being all breathless was when he was in the gym, weightlifting, pull up, or whatever workout he was doing. his trainer would push him slightly past his limits. making him achey with pain and breathless and leaving you hot and bothered. and he noticed, he always did, which did nothing but boost his ego.

so here you were, phone propped on the wall with you lying on the yoga mat, your phone the perfect angle to catch everything. then he got into frame, muttering a "you're ridiculous sometimes you know that?" lauging as he positioned himself above you

then suddenly the air shifted. you definitely underestimated how small you'd feel and how big he would be above you, shirtless with his chest right infront of your face and his face a little bit above yours. you felt heat pooling to your stomach. and you definitely saw the lustful glint in his eyes, his easy demeanour from before into something filthy.

"so how many you want me to do, princess?" oh you knew you were gone. "a-as many as you can" your voice stuttering already, feeling your cheeks down to you neck starting to heat up.

"one...two...three" he started, going quickly from the get go. you got whifs on his musky cologne as he went up and down on you, the musky scent with the underlying sweetness that you'd grown so used to. you'd grown audibly breathless by the 10th push up.

he wasnt doing okay either, blood rushing to his cock as he felt himself get hot. the proximity between both of you was nothing he wasnt used to. but the suggestiveness of it all had him faltering. getting all breathy just as you liked. veins starting to get visible on his neck, a pink flush washing over his neck and chest

"e-eighteen" he stuttered. looking down at you for the first time to already see you looking up at him. your face just as flushed as his, your mouth parted as you let our ragged breaths.

by the twentieth push up, you felt his hard on graze your tummy every time he went down, you felt him linger just a millisecond longer to grind his cock against you.

"twenty-hah-twentyfour" that had done something to you, the sound of the slight whimper he let out spurring you on to grab his cock through his pants, his balance faltering as one of his knees hit the ground, looking down at you with a hungry look, pupils dilated.

"you knew what you were doing, huh baby?" he said breathless, using his position to start grinding into your palm. moving down to kiss and suck onto your neck, marking you up. making you let out noises freely now. feeling his hand coming down to get a hold of yours and pinning to your side as he leaned up to take off your shorts, nudging your legs open with his knee and slotting his bulge in between your legs.

"ohh—baby" he let out an actual moan at the feeling of your slick through the fabric of your panties. he tucked his face into your neck, suckling and biting onto your neck as you felt the tip of his cock poking your clit repeatedly. his pace sloppy and hungry.

"oh—fuckkk chan please!" you moaned broken, not sure what you were begging for.

"please what baby, i need you to use your words" he said.

"nghhh touch me p-please" you mewled as he stoped his grinding as he pushed your panties to the side, inserting his middle and ring finger without warning. his other hand lifting your shirt to grope and suck at your tits.

"oh fuck!" his fingers inside you were moving at a maddening pace. scissoring and curling at all the right spots. his thumb drawing messy circles on your clit. grabbing your propped up phone, flipping it to the back camra and zooming in onto him angrily fingring your drooling cunt.

"yeaahh there you go baby, all squirmy and wet for me yea? all just from seeing me get worked up for your little video?" he said loud enough for the mic to catch. putting the phone back and using his now free hand to pinch and twist your nipple, all still getting caught by the camera.

"yesyesyes—you looked so good above me, all muscles and sweat, gasping and moaning— oh fuck right there!" he went faster at your words. his hand leaving your tit and inserting his thumb into your open mouth. letting you suck on it before trailing it down and choking you with it. not too strongly but enough to send you moaning and gasping, getting even wetter under him.

you started showing the tell-tale signs of your impending orgasm. clenching around his fingers and letting out a string of incoherent verions of his name.

"p-please give me your cock, need to cum on your cock!" and just like that, he ripped his fingers out of you, making you whine at the loss of your orgasm, the twist in your stomach going down again.

"what a desperate slut, just for me yeah?" he leaned down to kiss you filthy. pulling away from you and holding your chin open letting out a filthy blob of spit fall from his mouth to yours before flipping you over "on your knees baby" he said, pulling you up as he lined himself up with your entrance easing, in with groan

he wasted no time, ramming inside you, Plunging into your heated cunt with no restraint. and for the first time he's letting out noises. the entire build up making his usual control falter, letting out whines moans of your name as you swallowed him whole.

Jus’ like that. Fucking ruin me—ohfuck!.” Legs shaking uncontrollably, arching impossibly deeper onto his throbbing cock, you whine each time his length slides in and out of your swollen folds. “Harder…please, harder.” you plead, fucked out.

"harder? oh—ill go harder for you baby—fuck" he grabbed you by your hair, twisting it in his hand as he held you up, loud 'plap-plap-plap's echoing across the room with your loud mewls of his name and his groans.

"my little slut" he groaned, letting go of your hair as he landed a few slaps on your plump ass before "my—filthy—little—slut" punctuating every word with a thrust of his hips as you fell head first on the yoga mat, muffling your noises, which where—getting too loud— into the crook of your elbow, a tear falling from your eyes at the intensity of it all.

"aw~" he said with faux sympathy "dont cry baby, you knew what you were getting yourself into after all" he grabbed your hair again, lifting your head up. "dont hide your noises from me baby wanna hear every-thrust-little-thrust-noise.

you have lost all control. your brain foggy, losing all coherent thoughts. the only thing you can thing about is his name, how fast hes plowing into you, and your impending orgasm "fuucckk—right there chan" your eyes roll to the back of your skull

"look at you baby" he eyed your phone, showing a reflection of the position you were in. on your knees, ass up, shoulders on the floor as your fingers gripped onto the yoga mat, serving as the only thing grounding you as chan took you to heaven and back.

"yeaaah—hah—you're taking me so well baby. you gonna cum?"he said breathless. "yesyesyes m'gonna cum" you moaned, delirious

"go ahead then baby—fuck come for me" he speeds up, gripping onto your hips. your mouth fell into an O shape as you let out a silent scream as your orgasm washed over you

chan wasnt too far behind "fuck m'gonna" he couldnt even complete the sentence before letting out a filthy moan- throwing his head back, thrusting once, twice, before he spilled inside you. hips stilling against your ass as he painted your walls white.

he eased out of you, as a mix of both your cum came out of you, ruining the mat.

"you doin okay?" he asked, voice soft. kissing gently down your back "yea, m'fine." you smiled, looking to the side, grabbing your phone. holding it infront of you, your eyes hazy and your face fucked up. you held up a little peace sign, showing chan kissing down your back before stopping the video.

he went and got a towel, cleaning you up, saying "you better send me that video" you let out a tired giggle "only if you keep moaning for me like that" you smirked back at him

bonus: since you obviously couldnt post the video. even if you cut and edited it to death. so chan offered an alternative idea for a video when you finally went back on track for your plans to chill on his day off. and it works just as well.

a/n: my first request!!! i had sm fun writing this. ngl my brain lagged at first but i went with the flow. and yes i wrote the first part of the fic based on that vid i linked in the end

i hope it met your expectations my first annonie. and i hope you enjoyed if you made it to the end you freaks :) likes and reblogs are superrrr appreciated!!! dont hesitate to send me more requests <33

[thehornygirlchronicles]

red lights

[disclaimer] 18+ Below the cut. Minors DNI. Smut/NSFW content... Enjoy my lil freaks ;)

[word count] 1.7k

[pairing] dom!bf!chris x brat!reader

[warnings] dry humping, dirty talk, oral (m receiving) nipple play, breeding kink, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it my lovelies), creampie, daddy kink, spanking, slightly mean chris, praise kink, safe words (red light system)

[a/n] so dom!chris won the what's next vote... i had planned on releasing this yesterday when the vote closed buuuut life lol.

anyway, 3racha bias in the house, weak in the knees for dom!chris so i hope you enjoy how i see him ❤️‍🔥

“such a fucking brat,” chris groans, as a hand slaps across your ass, the sound reverberating throughout the room. your face flushes and warmth pools in your tummy, thighs squeezing together in an attempt to relieve the ache settled there. he has you naked, splayed across his lap, his left hand keeping both of yours bound around your back.

you were no where near begging or apologizing, yet. he had been spending so much time at the studio, recording and getting ready for their next comeback that you had barely seen him this month. every attempt for attention getting breezed over and culminating in you doing everything you knew would piss him off. 

three slaps come in quick succession, one to the left cheek, one to the right, then one directly in the middle. a high whine leaves your lips, as your hips wiggle for attention where you really want it. 

“stop squirming, or it’ll go from ten to twenty, brat,” he threatens, removing his left hand from yours to cup your jaw and tilt your face to look at him. when you wiggle your wrists, he gives you a look that tells you not to move a muscle. “if you move again, i’ll fuck this pretty little pussy before getting her ready for me, and you won’t be allowed to cum. do you understand?” he emphasizes by placing another harsh smack to your right cheek. 

“yes,” you mumble, trying hard to stay still. you’re not sure if he really means it, but the tone in his voice sends a shiver up your spine. 

“yes, what?” he growls, place a smack to each cheek. 

“yes, dad-dy. i un-understand,” you choke out, knuckles turning white as you clench your hands in to fists, trying so hard to listen.

“good girl,” he places one last slap to your cheek before whispering, “ten.”

he pulls you up to straddle his lap before grabbing you by the hair at your nape, dragging you in for a heated kiss. your lips part quickly, and he takes advantage moving his tongue against yours. he moves to pull away, nibbling on your bottom lip before harshly sucking it. a whimper escapes you and your hips grind down on his. the fabric of his boxers the only layer separating you from from feeling him fully, it drags deliciously against your clit. chris moves one hand to cup and massage your ass, as he kisses his way to your ear before lightly asking, “color?”

“green, so fucking green, daddy,” you practically moan, all you can think about is touching him. you’ve been wanting his attention for so long and you finally have it, but he still has your hands pinned to your back. “wanna touch you,” you add. 

he chuckles at your request, “oh baby, you know brats don’t get to touch, not without earning it.” he tilts his head to the side like he’s deciding how you’ll earn your reward, before he’s quickly pushing you to your knees between his legs and pulling his length out. “mouth only, baby girl,” he tells you, dragging a thumb along the curve of your jaw, before lightly tapping your cheek, “open.”

your mouth opens instantly, tongue flicking out to lick the reddened tip, moaning at the taste of him. your tongue drags down the underside and back up, paying special attention to the vein there. you swirl your tongue over the tip, before enveloping it in your mouth and sucking lightly, earning you a deep groan. the sound encouraging you to move further down his length, sucking and massaging him with your tongue as you do, bobbing up and down. 

“fuck, yes, pretty girl, just like that,” chris encourages you, threading his right hand into your hair, not taking charge, just resting there. when you look up at him, he’s already watching you, pupils blown wide and jaw clenched. you start moving along his length faster, wanting to push him over the edge, finally get to touch him. he throws his head back, moaning, and tightening his grip in your hair. 

“shit, such a good girl for me,” he praises, before gripping your hair harshly and thrusting his hips, in and out chasing his peak. “fuck,” he pants, moving frantically, pace faulty and hips stuttering. “take it, baby, swallow it all for daddy,” he groans before burying himself until the hair at his base is tickling your nose, cock spasming in your throat as he paints it white. he holds you there for a moment until you gag, then he’s pulling you off with a shudder. 

he takes a moment to assess your tear stained face, lips red and swollen, cheeks flushed, and those doe eyes that get you whatever you want from him. your chest is heaving, breasts bouncing as you try to suck in much needed air. he gives you such a loving look, it takes you by surprise when he lifts you off the floor and flings you onto the mattress, devilish grin taking over his features. 

he grasps onto the back of your knees and shoves your thighs open, bending down to hover his mouth over your soaked folds. he places a single kiss to your clit before pulling back, causing a whimper to fall from your lips. 

he just chuckles at your neediness, “hold your legs for me, baby,” he demands before pulling his hands back and allowing you to replace them. he moves his body up to nip and lick at your breasts, before sucking your left nipple in his mouth. he uses his hand to give the right attention, tugging, pinching and massaging it. he switches to the other side, lathering it with the same care as it’s sister. 

he pulls back, sitting on his knees, eyes roving over your body, so open and willing to take whatever he gives. his eyes slowly move down to your pussy, settled between your plush thighs. he moved a hand to run along your wet folds, brushing lightly, and dragging a moan from you. chris watches your face, as he pulls his hand back to slap it down directly on your clit. it elicits the most desperate whine from deep in your throat, and it has his cock thickening against his thigh. “knew you’d like that, you little brat,” he teases. 

“please, chris, please,” you finally beg, ready to say whatever he wants to here, anything to finally get him inside you. 

he places another slap to your pussy, “what was that?”

“please, daddy,” you quickly correct, mind already melting as he places another slap. each one sending tingles throughout your body, toes clenching. 

“there we go. what do you want, baby?” he praises, rubbing his fingers through your folds before raising it to his lips and cleaning them off, “fuck, so wet for me, taste so good, pretty girl.”

“need you inside me, please, daddy, so empty, need you,” you plead, pushing your hips toward him, pouting your lip and giving your best doe eyes. 

he moves to hover over you, grabbing his cock and rubbing it through your folds to coat himself in your slick. he taps the tip over your clit a few times, just hear your moan and whine for him some more. when he finally moves to line himself up at your entrance, he looks you in the eye before burying himself in one thrust, moaning as he watches your eyes roll back. 

“tell me how good it feels, baby, tell me how much you love daddy’s cock,” he groans, before pulling back to snap his hips back. 

“feels soooo goo-good, daddy, so full,” you moan, “please can i touch you, need it.”

“go ahead baby,” he answers, before burying his head in your neck and setting a brutal pace that’s slowly moving you further up the mattress. your hands fly to his back, marking it with angry red lines before moving one hand to grip his hair and pull, just the way he likes. the sound of skin slapping, both of your moans, and the squelch of your pussy fill the room. 

“god, perfect fucking pussy baby,” he litters you with praise in between groans, and picks up his pace. he pulls back to move you into a mating press, smooshing your breasts together, so he can watch them bounce. when he pushes in at the new angle, you can feel him hit that perfect spot inside, dragging a whimper from your mouth. you clench around him when he makes sure to angle at that spot every time. 

“right there, i’m gonna cum,” you moan and move a hand to grab his thigh, “don’t stop, pleaaaase,” your eyes are rolling back into your head and your thighs are starting to shake, as you feel your peak closing in.

chris slows his thrusts, “did you forget your manners?” he scoffs, “you were doing so good, baby, don’t disappoint me now.”

“i’m sorry!” you cry out, a tear slipping down your cheek, as you feel your orgasm fading, “please, daddy, wanna cum, need it so bad. please let me cum.”

a grin takes over his face, and his pace picks back up. he moves a hand down to your clit, rubbing circles, “cum for me, pretty girl,” he finally says.

“thank you,” you whine out, canting your hips to chase the release you so desperately need. your vision blurs white, pussy spasming around him, clenching and gushing around his length as your orgasm washes over you. you’re left moaning and gasping under him, as he continues to work you through it, slowing his hand on your clit.

“fuck, baby, pussy’s milking me, gonna — fuck, fuck,” he grunts, hips staggering before stilling and filling you to the brim. he gives a few weak thrusts before collapsing on the bed, pulling you into his side. 

“stop being a brat when you want attention,” he chides, giving you one last slap to your ass before moving to the bathroom for a wet cloth.

“you love it,” you tease when he walks back into the room, satiated grin spread across your face.

he gently cleans between your thighs, placing a kiss there before rolling his eyes, “clearly didn’t punish you right.”

a/n: credit to @uzmacchiato for the divider

[humpster35]

Chris is so stern and serious with his words. He would deadass film you like this as you’re laughing but this mf is deadass.

~the end when he says “gimme that-.” LIKEEE😩 bby you don’t even have to ask twice.

~starting to believe that Chris is the most freaked out but only with his words(Matt is still the most physically freaked imo)

~Now imagine he gives you the rose to hold or put in your ear—as he fucking the shit out of you.

~if he was talking to his girl, in that last part he would’ve definitely been like “gimme that pussy”

[cuntyyforchris]

“you left the door unlocked.” c.s

best friend!chris x reader

it was late at night and you were showering — you needed to get your mind off of derek. your boyfriend.. kind of. he was being an asshole again — purposely posting with other girls when you specifically told him it upset you. but he didnt care at all. you told him it was over — though you know it’s not really.

you were rinsing the conditioner out your hair. your mind was too full to pay attention to the bathroom door opening.

until chris’ voice cut through the silence — “oh shit.”

his voice made you jump. you turned around and looked through the crystal door — thankfully it was blurry enough to where he couldn’t see everything clearly. your hands scrambled to cover yourself. “chris!” you squeaked out.

“i uh— i didnt know you were in there.” he said, not taking his eyes off of the door.

“what? what did you think i was doing?” you asked, still covering yourself with both hands.

“uh.. brushing your teeth? you left the door unlocked. i just— i assumed you werent showering.”

“you couldve knocked!” you squeaked out again.

“i know— i— i’m sorry!” he rushed out, shifting onto the other foot.

“you can.. get out now.” you spoke carefully.

“yeah, yeah. sorry.” and with that, he left the bathroom.

you stood still for a while before dropping your arms and going back under the water. you rinsed your hair fully before turning the water off.

you opened the door and stepped out the shower — trying to get both chris and derek out of your mind. you grabbed a towel and wrapped it around yourself.

you and chris were close. but not close enough to see each other naked. have you thought about him naked? oh. all the time. but thats a line you cant cross — for the sake of your friendship.

you dried your body off and reached for the clothes you’d left on the counter, still warm from the steam. but before you could slip your shirt on, the door creaked open again.

your head snapped over and you clutched the towel tighter around your body.

chris slipped in and stared at you, his eyes darker than before.

“chris! come on, really? im naked!” you exclaimed out, grip not loosening one bit.

he kept quiet, staring at you still. his eyes were focused on your eyes — like he was forcing himself not to look anywhere else.

“chris?” you said softly, tilting your head only slightly.

silence. he looked like he was fighting himself not to speak, afraid of saying something wrong.

“okay chris. what are you do—“ he cut you off by grabbing your face and smashing his lips onto yours. your eyes widened before reluctantly shutting.

you were shocked this was happening— but not mad. your grip on the towel loosened just a bit. the kiss got rougher, his hands moved down to your hips, squeezing tightly.

he deepened the kiss, slipping his tongue between your lips. you didnt stop him, you wanted this. his hands moved to your ass, squeezing. you gasped, he smirked.

he pulled back, eyes full of hunger. “let me have you. please?” he whispered.

you nodded quickly, without thinking — you let go of the towel, allowing it to fall on the floor. his eyes followed, following each curve of your body. “fuck.” he breathed out.

he placed his hands back on yours ass, pulling your body closer to him. he leaned in, placing his lips onto your neck — kissing, biting, sucking, licking. he sucked a mark right below your jaw. your eyes fluttered shut, your bottom lip between your teeth.

he began to grind his hips into yours, his clothed cock pressing into your core. a gasp escaped your lips once again. he looked back up at you, your eyes meeting his.

he spun you around and bent you over the counter. he pushed your hair off your back and over your shoulder. you watched him in the mirror and he bent over and placed kisses on your neck.

he drug his hands across your back, slowly. he lifted them and tugged his sweatpants down, causing them to pool around his ankles. he tugged his boxers down enough to allow his cock to spring out.

and fuck. he was thick, long, veiny, and flushed. you met his eyes in the mirror, nodding for permission.

“might hurt.” he muttered. he grabbed his cock and directed it to your folds, dragging it through slowly. you whined and bit your lip.

“chris.. please.” you whimpered out, biting your lip harder.

his grip on your hip tightened. “you sure?” you nodded again, desperate. aching.

he pushed in slowly, inch by inch, stretching you open until you gasped, your hands flying to the counter for support. “fuck,” he breathed, jaw clenching. “so tight, baby…”

he paused once he bottomed out, letting you adjust. one hand splayed across your back while the other found your throat in the mirror — loose, but there. grounding.

“look at me,” he murmured, voice rough and deep. “you take me so well.” you moaned, eyes fluttering open just to see the flush on his cheeks, the way his mouth parted as he began to move again — slow, steady, devastating strokes that had your legs shaking.

“yeah,” he whispered, eyes locked on yours, “just like that.”

he moved faster now, hips slapping against yours. his hands left your throat and pulled your hair into a makeshift ponytail, tugging your head back.

you gasped, mouth falling open as your back arched. “f-fuck, chris—” you squeezed your eyes shut, lost in the pleasure.

“yeah? you like that?” he growled, pace brutal now. “like being fucked like this?” he whispered into your ear.

you moaned loudly, nodding your head. “yes— yes chris!”

“that’s what i thought,” he hissed, fucking into you harder—each thrust knocking the breath from your lungs. “so fuckin’ pretty like this. moaning for me, letting me ruin you.”

he sped up his pace, hips slapping yours at a relentless speed. the tip of his cock hitting the spongy part inside you with each thrust.

you clenched around him, feeling your release approaching. he groaned out, “fuck, baby.” he snaked his arm around and began to rub your clit quickly. you let out a noise — something between a moan and a yelp.

“that’s it, baby,” he panted, lips brushing your ear. “cum for me. soak my cock.”

your body trembled as the pressure snapped — your orgasm crashing over you like a wave. you cried out, eyes fluttering shut as your walls clamped down around him.

but chris kept going.

he kept thrusting, rubbing your clit even harder, chasing his own high. “fuck, i can feel you pulsing—don’t run, baby. gimme one more.”

your breath caught. “i can’t— chris— i cant!” you felt the tears daring to escape, so you snapped your eyes shut.

“yes you can,” he growled, fucking you through your climax. “and you will” he thrusted harder and faster, chasing his own orgasm.

he then quickly pulled out, hand stroking himself quickly. he let out a strangled groan before spilling all over your back.

you collapsed against the counter, trembling—breath ragged, legs barely holding you up. “fuck,” chris panted behind you, leaning forward to press a kiss to your shoulder. “you okay?”

you nodded slowly, still catching your breath. he reached for a towel, gently wiping your back before wrapping his arms around your waist, pulling you close.

“didn’t mean to go that hard,” he muttered into your skin. “you just… felt too good.”

you turned your head slightly, cheek brushing his. “i didn’t mind.” he smirked, cocky and soft. “yeah? good. ‘cause next time… i’m not pulling out.”

well. you definitely got your mind off derek.

a/n: sorry i havent been posting, i js got back from utah on wednesday and ive been focused with school and finals and ughhh but next week is my last week so most likely ill be posting more 😋

— typed with one hand, lola.

taglist: @chrismoans @l0s3rhaha @ellbowmacaroni @sturnvdds

© cuntyyforchris

[sturnskiss]

♡⸝⸝ : from a request on wattpad, chris x fem!reader, forbidden?, awkward shy chris, dom!chris, sub!reader, use of toys, slight boob play, choking, pet names, praise, mention of pubic hair (reader), unprotected, p in v, creampie, rough sex, biting, marking, breeding kink if you squint

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okay so besides this we should make a petition to mention bush more, right guys? 😣

wc: 1.4k - kinktober master list

You and Matt had been best friends forever, always hanging out, having deep conversations. Everything was perfect, at least for you two. Chris, on the other hand, had to hold his thoughts and feelings in, in order not to make things awkward between the three of you. You were off limits, always have been, of course.

At first, Chris simply saw you as Matt’s friend, and that was it. But then things started to change, maybe it was how often you would be over, or the way you smiled at him. You two never really interacted much, not as much as you and Matt, but Chris found himself thinking about you all the time. Even going as far as to ask Matt when you were coming over subtly, he thought over the years that the simple childish crush would fade.

To his surprise, it only got stronger. know you were both adults, and Chris spent his days wishing he was as close to you as Matt was. Sure, it seemed pathetic, but he just couldn’t help himself. You and Matt were in his room, talking about your days and other random things. He pauses, checking his phone for a moment.

“Oh shoot, I wanted to shower,” he says as he gets up from his desk chair. “When I get out, we can watch a movie if you want.” You nod, watching as he grabs his towel and walks to his bathroom.

You sit on his bed scrolling through your phone for what seems like forever, wondering why it’s taking him so long in the shower.

The lights in Chris’s room were dim as he played a round of Fortnite, trying to distract himself from the fact that you were upstairs. He always found himself trying to stay away from you when you were over, in order not to embarrass himself. His fingers moved frantically over the buttons on his controller as he continued his game, not noting how you were now standing in his doorway.

“Hey,” you spoke, trying to get his attention. His movements stopped, breath hitching as he slowly spun around in his game chair. “H-Hi…” he replied, adjusting his headphones so they were resting on his neck instead. You walked further into his room, peaking at his screen, and seeing the game paused, you hadn’t talked to Chris much, just the occasional friendly greeting. “Is it okay if I watch you play?” you ask, sitting on the edge of his bed. He gulps, finally meeting your gaze.

“Y-You want to watch me?” he asked, his voice coming out softer than intended. You couldn’t help but let out a small giggle as you nodded. He turned back in his chair, facing the screen, as he went back to playing the game, trying to focus on the task at hand and the feeling of your gaze on him. You stood up from his bed, moving closer as you leaned down to his level, your breath ghosting his ear.

“You're doing so good,” You whispered. Chris swore he could’ve come right then and there, but he bit his lip, holding back a whimper. A few moments passed by, and he spun back around, too distracted by you to keep playing his game, not like he was winning anyway.

“D-Do you wanna sit down?” he asked, nodding his head in the direction of his bed. You sit down, watching as he nervously sits next to you. He sits further away, making you giggle. “I don’t bite, Chris,” You say, patting the spot beside you. He moves closer, hesitantly trying not to faint from being so close, the scent of your perfume filling his senses. His hands rested in his lap as he looked down, avoiding your gaze. The air around you shifted to a more awkward and tension-filled atmosphere.

You both turned to face each other at the same time, mouths opening as you were about to say something. His face flushed quickly, closing his mouth and staring at you. “G-Go ahead,” He whispers. You wave a dismissing hand, gesturing for him to go first. He sits up straight, trying to gain the courage to tell you how he feels, his heart beating against his ribcage. “Spit it out,” You say, giving him your full attention. Chris swallows hard, as if the words are lodged in his throat.

“I like you…” He blurts out before he can stop himself, mentally cursing himself for not preparing better. Your eyes widen at his confession; you never could’ve guessed that he would say that. You always thought he only saw you as his brother's friend, nothing more. “Say something,” he almost pleads, lowering to his knees in front of you, head resting on your thighs.

“Please say something,” his voice cracks as he looks up at you through his lashes. You look down at him, biting your lip. “Show me how much you like me,” You whispered, running a hand through his soft hair. He nods eagerly, pushing you back onto the bed, and it’s almost like a switch inside him flips; he goes from this shy, awkward guy to full-on cocky. “You don’t even know how long I’ve been dreaming about this…” he mutters, pulling out a box from under his bed. You rest yourself on your elbows, raising an eyebrow at him as he opens the box and pulls out a dildo.

“Why do you have that?” You question, looking between the dildo in his hand and the smirk on his lips. He sets the toy down on the bed beside you before he moves to unbutton your shorts. “I made it for you, of course,” He whispers, as his hands slowly tug your bottoms down along with your underwear.

His eyes finally came into contact with your pussy. He smiles, running his fingertip over the patch of hair scattered on your mound before grabbing the toy. “Spit on it,” He commands, holding the toy right in front of your lips. You stare at him for a moment, trying to process what he’s asking you. “Go ahead, princess, it’s to prepare you for the real thing,” he whispers, tapping the tip of the toy against your lips.

You only nod slowly, parting your lips and allowing him to slip the toy into your warm, wet mouth, your lips wrap around it, sucking slowly, watching as he groans. “Fuck,” he mutters, palming himself in his sweats.

“See what you do to me,” he says, gesturing to his raging boner straining against his pants. He pulls the toy from your mouth, trailing it down your body all the way to your dripping hole. “Ready, baby?” he asks, teasing your entrance with the toy. He pushes it inside of you without warning, setting a rough pace, his eyes glued to how your hole takes the dildo.

“Baby, you're doing so well,” he praises, leaning down and kissing your mound. Your hands clutch the sheets as he continues plowing the toy inside of you, his thumb rubbing slow circles on your clit as he talks you through the pleasure. He finally removes the toy, leaving you a whimpering mess, lips forming into a pout at the empty feeling now between your legs.

It didn’t last long as he freed himself from his sweats and leaned over you, slowly gilding his length through your wetness. “So wet,” he whispers, eyes glued to your face as you squirm bentah him. His free hand moves under your shirt, fingertips ghosting your rib cage, slipping under your bra. His hand is squeezing your breast, watching you let a moan slip through your lips.

The room smells like sex, and the sounds of him slowly thrusting inside of you fill the room. “Fuck, you’re so pretty,” he pants, his hand wrapping around your throat as he fucks you, slow lips ghosting over your jawline. He slowly takes your skin between his teeth, nibbling on the sensitive areas. Followed by his tongue soothing the bites, you were in heaven.

The pleasure was unreal. “I can’t get enough of you, baby,” He groans, lifting your legs, practically folding you in half as he thrusts deeper into your sopping pussy. Your face contorts in pleasure, moans getting caught in your throat as his grip tightens not enough to hurt you, but enought ot feel his presence. His cock plunges deep inside of you, feeling your walls clench repeatedly around him. “Fuck!” He shouts way too loudly, his movements picking up as he feels his cock swell inside of you.

“Should I make you mine?” he questions. His hand moves from your throat to move a stray strand of hair from your face, his palm cupping your cheek. You're far too fucked out to answer, babbling nonsense as your eyes roll into the back of your head. The smirk remains on his face as he fills you with his warm seed.

[ghostinmen]

think i need someone older

featuring : dads bsf!chris x m!reader

summary : you’ve had a crush on your dads friend, chris, for a while now. everytime he comes over you cant help but stare at him and his amazing physique thats practically bursting out of his shirt. and this time it’s no different.

a/n : im sorry if this is bad it’s my first time writing ! constructive criticism is welcome !

warnings : smut, masturbation, unprotected sex, nipple play, age gap

it was a friday night and your dad had just walked through the door with his friend, chris. you always waited for them, he would come to your house most, if not every, friday after he and your dad had a drink at the local bar. 

chris follows your dad to the living room, smiling at you as he walked in, you smile back, before standing up and asking him and your dad if they would like anything. 

“do you two want anything ?” you ask, trying to not make it obvious you were staring at chris.

“no thanks y/n” your dad replies, flicking through the tv channels

“chris” you say, he looks over at you from his phone. “im about to go upstairs, do you need anything?”

“no thanks, you can go, i know where everything is.” he replies, going back to texting on his phone.

it had been at least an hour after you went upstairs, when you heard footsteps coming up the stairs. presuming it was your dad, you carried on scrolling through tiktok.

whoever it was knocked at your door.

“come in.” you reply bluntly.

the door creaked open. it was chris.

“chris?” you say, confused as to what he was doing in your room. “where’s dad?”

“sleeping.” he replies

“what about mom?” you asked, confused as how he walked upstairs without hearing your mom ask if he was alright.

“she went out five minutes ago” chris replied, walking towards your bed.

“what are you doing?” you ask, sitting up.

chris takes his flannel off, leaving just his grey tank top on, his bare bicep flexing as he put his hands in his jean trousers.

“ive seen how you look at me. you want me, dont you?” he teases.

“what?” you reply, trying to act clueless, but you could feel your face heat up.

chris takes his grey tank top off and bounces his pecs

“want a feel?” he asks as he sits next to you on your bed. “go on.” he continues, lifting your hands onto his muscular chest.

you begin rubbing his nipples between your thumb and index finger, quiet groans and grunts escaping chris’ mouth.

“fuuckk” he moans “that feels so fucking good.”

chris looks down at your lap and sees your dick has leaked through your underwear and pants. he looks back up at you and you feel your face flush.

“hey, dont worry, that makes two of us. now what do you say we sort this out.” he says, taking his pants off, you could see his massive bulge showing through is calvin klein underwear. “your turn.”

you take your shirt and pants off, leaving both of you in just your underwear on your bed.

“now get on your hands and knees.” he tells you

“what?” you say, confused

“im going to fuck you so rough.” he says, stroking his dick through his underwear.

in a trace you do what he says, he takes his underwear off and you can feel him rimming you through your underwear.

“oh fuuckk.” he moans “this is going to feel so damn good.”

he rips your underwear and spits on your hole, massaging his saliva into it.

“oh my god chris.” you moan

you feel his dick go deep inside you, and he starts slowly thrusting inside of you, gradually speeding up.

his hands wrap around your waist as he rips your underwear from the front, grabs your dick and starts jerking you off at the same pace as his thrusts, your precum acting as a lube. loud moans escape your mouth.

“quiet down” chris teases, speeding up his thrusts. “dont want your dad to wake up.”

“chris, please im gun- im gunna cum!” you moan out.

“fuck yeah, cum with me baby.” he says, speeding up his thrusts even more.

he pulls his cock out and rolls you onto your back, both of you jerk off at the same pace

“FUCK!” he moans out as you both squirt your loads onto each other.

“oh my god” you whisper as you come down from your high

“felt good, didnt it?” chris teased, flexing his biceps

you rub his biceps and pecs “you bet.”

[madisonbeersteddy]

Standing ovulation or whatever

[bernardmatthews]

| CHRIS PUNISHING YOU

tw: dom!chris, spanking, use of ‘slut’, unprotected sex (don’t do this), creampie, if i missed anything let me know!

Loud squelching sounds along with the sound of Chris’ pelvis coming in contact with your ass with every thrust. “Wanted to act like such a slut in front of Matt huh?” he leans down, his breath hot on your ear.

“‘m sorry..” you cry as a hand comes down onto your ass, redness spreading where it came down.

“Yeah? didn’t seem so sorry acting like that with Matt” his thrusts speeding up, more cries falling from your lips “That’s it, good girl, let Matt hear how good i treat this pussy”

“c-close” you choke out, Chris’ thrusts far from becoming less relentless. “Yeah? you wanna cum?” You nod your head as he pushes down on the small of your back, causing you to arch further, allowing him to hit deeper inside of you. “Should’ve thought about that before acting like a fucking slut hm? Think Matt could fuck you this good?” he growls. You nod your head no, feeling a sharp slap on your ass once again.

“Words baby need to hear it cmon. Can’t already be going dumb on my cock now” He slows his thrusts teasingly earning a whine from you. “N-no he couldn’t, only you Chris..” you cry as his thrusts speed back up, Chris’ free hand snaking its way around you to rub circles on your clit. “Good girl, cmon cum for me, can feel ya squeezing me” he groans at the feeling of your walls clamping down on him.

A loud cry rips from you as your walls spasm around his cock a groan falling from his lips at the feeling. Chris still thrusting into you desperately as he reaches his climax. “Gon’ fill this sweet pussy up.” He breathes out between a moan. Chris pounds into you one last time, a moan so close to a whimper falling from his lips as he paints your walls white. Slowly thrusting into you as you both ride out your highs before he slowly pulls out. He watches his cum spill from your pussy before he gets a warm rag to clean you up.

an: okay first time writing dom still don’t know if i really like this but i hope you all enjoyed it!

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