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[aelianastar]

Dealer!Chris x Sweetheart!Bunny 𐙚˙⋆.˚

In which: Bunny surprises chris by wearing lingerie and chris eats her out.

Warnings: Smut! Sexual content, Giving head (female receving) teasing, cursing, begging, use of "baby, good girl"

Chris blinks at you, expression blank for a moment as he takes a seat on the edge of the bed. Then his gaze drops between your thighs and that blank look turns dark.

"What are you wearing?" he asks, voice gruff.

Bunny had been nervous and excited to pull out this set.

"I just... wanted to surprise you..."

Chris doesn't say anything for a moment, gaze roving over the curve of her hips, the soft pink lace and ribbons.

"You're going to be the death of me."

Chris reaches out, thumb brushing just under the edge of the lace at her hip. His voice drops low, rough. "You think I won’t ruin these?"

She shivers. He smirks. Then his hands are on her pulling her down onto the bed, pulling down her thin pink lace panties mouth already finding that sweet spot like he’s starved for it.

His mouth moves lower, lips trailing lower. The heat of it is almost too much. You reach down, fingers threading through his hair.

He looks up, gaze locking on bunnys. "You like it when I wreck you, bunny?"

Her breath catches. "Yes."

He chuckles softly, pressing a kiss to her hip. "Thought so."

His hands slide up her sides, calloused palms against soft skin. She feels it everywhere, every nerve electric.

He's teasing her, taking his time, watching the way she squirm.

"You look so fucking pretty in pink," he muses, fingers tracing lazy circles on her inner thigh. "Like a damn present, all for me."

The shiver that runs through bunny makes him smile.

"But you're always pretty, aren't you?" he continues, hand moving just close enough to—but not quite touching. "My sweet bunny."

The praise God, she will never tire of the way it makes her feel. "Chris," she whine, voice breathy. "Please..."

He smirks, slow and sinful. "Please what?" His breath ghosts over her skin. "You gotta say it, baby."

"You know what I want," she whimpers, hips tilting forward on instinct.

Chris lets out a low hum almost amused and finally, closes the distance. His mouth is hot, tongue dragging slow and deliberate through her folds.

"Like that?" he murmurs against her, eyes dark as he watches your reaction.

Bunny can't even speak just nod frantically, fingers tightening in his hair.

"Good girl," he growls, and dives back in like he's claiming her.

Bunny loses track of time, caught up in the wave of pleasure he's creating. His mouth is relentless, greedy like shes the only thing that matters.

He's everywhere hands gripping her hips, tongue flicking over her most sensitive spots with a kind of intensity that leaves her breathless.

She's close. So close.

But he knows hee body like he knows his own, and he can tell. He pulls away just as she reach the edge, leaving her whimpering in frustration.

"Not yet, bunny." He grins up at her, that damn smirk making heat pool in her stomach. "You only get it when I say so."

Bunny lets out a soft, desperate noise not quite a whimper, not yet. And for all his teasing, he looks a little wrecked himself.

"But—"

He presses a single, teasing kiss to the inside of her thigh, and she shivers. "You're so impatient."

"Chris…" she whine, squirming under his touch.

He chuckles again, breath warm against her skin. "you love it." His tongue flicks out just once lightning-fast and she gasps.

"Tell me what you want." His voice is velvet over steel. "Properly."

Bunny whimpers, thighs trembling. "I want your mouth on me... please, Chris don't make me wait anymore."

He stills for a heartbeat. Then those dark eyes flick up to hers hungry, wrecked.

"Fuck," he mutters, like shes undone him.

And then he's gone all rough hands and hot mouth and yes devouring her like he's been starving all his life.

"God, yes—" the words are half-gasped, half-moaned. He knows just how to touch her, every spot that makes bunny shiver and gasp.

One of his hands slips between her thighs, fingers finding just the right spot.

"So beautiful," he breathes. "You taste so good."

Bunnys back arches, muscles straining under the heat of his mouth. He doesn't let up, every move driving her higher.

His free hand slides up her hip, palm dragging along her skin. She reach for him, desperate to grab something, anything. He catches her hand and squeezes it softly.

And all the while she can feel him watching, eyes fixed on her face rinking in every little reaction like a man possessed.

"Please..." bunnys plea is little more than a whimper.

"Please what?" Chris's voice is rough, ragged. His tongue brushes over her clit again, and bunny shivers.

"Please, I want—I need—" bunny can't form the words, but he understands.

"I know. I know, baby. I got you."

His fingers press just a little harder, and she cries out. "Come for me," he says hoarsely. "I want to see you come apart for me

And somehow, impossibly, those words push bunny over the edge. Shes weightless, caught in the current of pleasure, and all she can think is his name as she comes around his tongue and fingers as he's still helping her thru her high.

When bunny comes down from her high of pleasure she looks down eyes half open to see chris already looking up at her.

She's still catching her breath, heart pounding. Chris kisses his way up her body, slow and deliberate.

“You taste like heaven,” he murmurs against her lips before laying down next to her pulling the blanket over them and covering her naked body.

☆: I hope you guys liked this one :)))

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[aelianastar]

Dealer!Chris x Sweetheart!Bunny

In which: Chris fingers bunny after a long day

Warnings: Smut! Fingering, teasing, kissing, cursing, aftercare!

The room is dim, lit only by the stray glow of the streetlamp outside cutting through a gap in the blinds. It casts long shadows across the bed where Bunny lies, her breathing shallow and fast. She’s on her back, the sheets kicked down to the foot of the mattress, leaving her exposed in just her panties and a tank top that’s ridden up high. Chris is beside her, propped up on one elbow, his eyes dragging over the curve of her waist and the way her chest rises and falls.

He doesn’t say anything at first. He just reaches out, his hand hovering for a second before his fingertips make contact with the skin of her stomach. His fingers are long, the knuckles prominent, and they feel cool against her overheated flesh. He starts at her navel, tracing a slow, deliberate line upward. The touch is light, barely there, but it sends a jolt through her that makes her muscles twitch.

Bunny shifts her hips, a restless movement grinding her into the mattress trying to ease the ache between her legs.

She lets out a small sound, a whimper that catches in her throat. It’s quiet, barely audible over the hum of the air conditioner, but Chris hears it. A smirk tugs at the corner of his mouth.

He likes that he can get this reaction with just a simple touch. He moves his hand higher, skating over her ribs, his thumb brushing the underside of her breast through the thin cotton of her shirt.

"Chris," she breathes out, her voice shaky. She turns her head to look at him, her eyes wide and dark in the low light. She doesn't tell him to stop. She couldn't even if she wanted to.

He ignores the plea for now, focused on the task at hand. He hooks his fingers into the waistband of her panties, tugging them down just an inch, then two. The elastic snaps softly against her hips. He slides his hand lower, palm flat against her pubic bone, his fingers combing through the curls there. Bunny gasps, her back arching off the bed instinctively, pushing her pussy closer to his hand.

"Please," she whispers, the word breaking apart. "Don't stop."

Chris leans down, his face hovering inches from hers. "I wasn't planning on it," he mutters, his voice rough and low. He dips his head lower, bypassing her mouth to press his lips against the side of her neck. He starts just below her ear, kissing a slow path down toward her collarbone.

His lips are wet and hot, and when he opens his mouth to suck gently on her pulse point, a shiver ripples through her entire body.

While his mouth works on her neck, his hand gets busy. He uses two fingers to part her folds, finding her clit with unerring accuracy even in the dark. She’s already wet, her arousal slick and sticky on his skin. He circles the sensitive nub once, twice, teasing her with light pressure that isn't nearly enough.

Bunny whimpers again, louder this time. Her hands come up to clutch at his shoulders, her nails digging into the muscle there. She tries to spread her legs wider, inviting him in, silently begging for more than just these teasing touches. "Chris... god, please."

He pulls his mouth away from her neck just long enough to curse under his breath. "Fuck, you're soaked," he says. He sounds pleased, satisfied with the mess he’s making of her.

He shifts his hand, dragging his fingers down through her wetness. Then, without warning, he presses one long finger inside her. He goes slow, pushing past the initial resistance of her tight entrance, sinking in knuckle by knuckle. Bunny gasps, her head falling back against the pillow, her mouth open in a silent cry.

It’s a lot. His fingers are longer than most, and he knows exactly how to curl them to hit that spot inside that makes her see stars. He doesn't rush it. He pulls out almost all the way, then slides back in, deeper this time. He adds a second finger, stretching her open, the burn mixing with the pleasure until she can't tell where one ends and the other begins.

"Is this good?" he asks, though he knows the answer. He bites down gently on the sensitive skin of her neck, marking her.

"Yes," she moans, her voice cracking. "yes please don't stop."

He sets a rhythm, steady and relentless. His fingers pump into her, the wet, squelching sound of her pussy filling the quiet room. It’s a filthy, explicit noise that makes her face burn with embarrassment even as it turns her on more. He curls his fingers upward, rubbing against the front wall of her cunt with every thrust.

Bunny’s hips buck off the bed, meeting his hand halfway. She’s riding his fingers now, chasing the friction she needs. "Harder," she begs, her nails scraping down his arms. "Please, Chris, harder."

He obliges. He fucks her faster with his hand, his palm grinding against her clit on every inward stroke. The dual sensation is too much. Her thighs start to tremble, the muscles quivering uncontrollably. She can feel the pressure building low in her belly, a tight coil that’s winding tighter and tighter with every flick of his wrist.

Chris lifts his head to watch her face. He likes seeing her like this flushed, sweaty, completely undone. "You look so good taking my fingers," he says, his voice a dark rasp. "Such a tight little pussy."

Bunny whimpers, the praise washing over her. "I'm close," she gasps, her breath coming in short, sharp pants. "So close."

He doesn't let up. If anything, he goes harder. He leans down to kiss her neck again, right over the hickey he’s already forming, sucking hard enough to leave a bruise. He feels her pussy clench around his fingers, fluttering as her orgasm approaches.

"Let go for me," he commands against her skin. "Cum all over my fingers baby."

That’s all it takes. With a cry that’s half a sob, Bunny falls apart. Her back bows, her toes curling, and her vision whites out. Her pussy spasms around his fingers, rippling and squeezing as she cums. She gushes wetness, soaking his hand and the sheets beneath her. It’s intense, overwhelming, and it leaves her shaking in the aftermath.

Chris works her through it, slowing his movements as the waves of pleasure crash over her, gentling his touch until she’s just twitching with the aftershocks. He keeps his fingers buried inside her for a moment longer, feeling her heartbeat pulse through her walls, before slowly withdrawing.

He pulls his hand away, his fingers glistening with her cum in the dim light. He brings them to his lips, tasting her, his eyes locked on hers the whole time. Bunny watches him, her chest heaving, her body feeling heavy and sated.

He shifts up the bed, gathering her into his arms. She curls into him automatically, burying her face in his chest. He strokes her hair, his other hand rubbing soothing circles on her back.

"Good girlChris works her through it, slowing his movements as the waves of pleasure crash over her, gentling his touch until she’s just twitching with the aftershocks. He keeps his fingers buried inside her for a moment longer, feeling her heartbeat pulse through her walls, before slowly withdrawing.

He pulls his hand away, his fingers glistening with her cum in the dim light. He brings them to his lips, tasting her, his eyes locked on hers the whole time. Bunny watches him, her chest heaving, her body feeling heavy and sated.

He shifts up the bed, gathering her into his arms. She curls into him automatically, burying her face in his chest. He strokes her hair, his other hand rubbing soothing circles on her back.

"You did so good" he murmurs, kissing the top of her head.

Bunny sighs, a contented sound, and lets her eyes drift shut.

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[aelianastar]

Dealer!Chris x Sweetheart!Bunny 𐙚˙⋆.˚

In which: Chris does aftercare with bunny

Warnings: cursing, kissing, fluff

The room is quiet after.

Not silent never silent with Bunny there. There’s the soft sound of her breathing, a little uneven still, and the faint rustle of the blankets as she shifts closer to him like it’s instinct.

Chris is already moving.

He’s grumbling under his breath something about the room being too cold, about her not saying anything sooner but his hands are gentle, careful as he pulls the blanket up higher around her shoulders.

“Stay still,” he mutters, like she’s the one being difficult.

Bunny just nods a little, cheeks warm, eyes soft and a little dazed still. She watches him like he’s something precious, something she’s still trying to fully understand.

He disappears for a second just long enough for her to pout slightly at the sudden absence but he’s back almost immediately, holding a glass of water.

“Sit up,” he says.

She tries. She really does. But she’s slow and a little wobbly, so he sighs dramatic, like this is the biggest inconvenience of his life and slips an arm behind her back, lifting her himself.

“Chris…” she murmurs, voice small and shy.

“What?” he shoots back, but it’s softer than usual.

“You’re being such a softie” she replied softly.

He rolls his eyes, but there’s no bite to it. “Don’t start.”

Still, he hands her the glass of water, “Drink.”

She does, obedient, both hands coming up to lightly hold the cup.

When she’s done, he sets the glass aside and brushes a strand of hair away from her face.

It’s such a small thing. So uncharacteristically gentle.

Bunny leans into it immediately.

That’s what gets him.

He pauses for half a second, like he wasn’t expecting her to trust him that easily, that fully. Then his hand shifts, cupping her cheek instead, thumb brushing over her skin.

“You okay? Did I hurt you at all baby?” he asks, quieter now.

She nods. “Mhm… I’m okay.”

A beat.

Then, softer “Are you?”

He scoffs. “I’m fine.”

But his grip tightens just slightly, like he needs to be sure she’s really there.

Bunny smiles a little at that, the kind of smile that’s all soft edges and warmth. She shifts closer, pressing into his chest, her arms wrapping around him carefully.

He tenses for half a second out of habit but then relaxes, one arm coming around her automatically.

“You’re clingy,” he mutters.

“You like it,” she whispers back.

He huffs but he doesn’t deny it because he knows its true.

Instead, he pulls the blanket tighter around both of them and presses a quick, almost reluctant kiss to the top of her head.

“Go to sleep,” he says.

Bunny tilts her head up, eyes bright despite how sleepy she is. “You’re really sweet, you know that?”

He groans. “I’m not sweet.”

She just smiles and leans up to kiss him, soft and slow, like she means it.

When she settles back against him, he doesn’t move her away.

Doesn’t let go.

His hand stays in her hair, playing with it as her breathing evens out, as she drifts off right there against him.

☆: Writers block finally went away!

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[aelianastar]

Dealer!Matt x Nerd!Angel ⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩 .𖥔˚

In which: Angel has baby fever 𐙚˙⋆.˚

Warnings: Cursing, sexual jokes,

Angel was suspiciously quiet.

And Matt didn’t like it one bit.

Normally she was glued to him talking, rambling about whatever she saw online, showing him random shit on her phone, or just cuddled into his side like she belonged there (which… she did). But right now?

She was curled up next to him, knees tucked to her chest, phone way too close to her face, just… staring.

Scrolling.

Silent.

Matt glanced over from where he was slouched on the couch, one arm thrown over the back, the other resting near her thigh. His eyes narrowed.

“…What the hell are you watching?”

Angel didn’t answer.

That made it worse.

Matt clicked his tongue, already irritated, and leaned over, nudging her leg with his hand. “Angel.”

“…Mm?”

“Don’t ‘mm’ me,” he muttered. “What are you watching?”

She hesitated. That soft, guilty hesitation that always gave her away.

“…Nothing.”

Matt let out a dry laugh. “Yeah, okay. Lemme see.”

Before she could protest, he reached over and plucked the phone right out of her hands.

“Matt—!”

Too late.

His eyes dropped to the screen.

A baby.

A tiny, giggling baby with chubby cheeks and big eyes, reaching for the camera while someone behind it cooed. The video looped, the kid’s little laugh filling the room.

Matt blinked once.

Then again.

“…You’ve gotta be fucking kidding me.”

Angel buried her face in her hands.

“I didn’t mean for you to see that one—”

“That one?” he cut in, scrolling.

Another baby.

And another.

And another.

“Angel… why the fuck is your entire feed babies?”

She peeked at him through her fingers, cheeks already pink. “…They just started showing up.”

“Uh-huh.”

“And they’re really cute,” she added, quieter.

Matt scoffed, tossing the phone onto the couch beside him. “Yeah, no shit they’re cute. They’re babies.”

There was a pause.

Angel shifted closer to him, curling into his side again, her voice small.

“…Matt?”

He already knew he wasn’t gonna like whatever came next.

“…What.”

She played with the hem of his shirt, not looking at him. “Do you ever… think about it?”

His brows furrowed. “Think about what?”

“…Having one.”

Silence.

Matt just stared at her for a second like she’d just said the most insane thing in the world.

“…You’re joking.”

Angel shook her head slowly.

“No, I’m not joking.”

He let out a sharp breath, running a hand over his face. “Angel…”

“I know, I know,” she rushed out, sitting up a little, flustered. “Not right now or anything, I just—like—someday, you know? Like, they’re so small and cute and—”

“Yeah, and they cry,” Matt cut in flatly. “And shit themselves. And don’t sleep.”

Angel frowned, pouting slightly. “You’re ruining it.”

“I’m being realistic,” he shot back.

She huffed, crossing her arms, but she still leaned into him. “You’re always like this.”

“And you’re always in la-la land,” he muttered.

Another pause.

Softer this time.

Angel’s voice came out quieter. “…You wouldn’t want one? With me?”

That made something in his chest pull, just a little.

Matt looked at her—really looked at her this time. Big eyes, all soft and hopeful, nervous like she was bracing for him to shut her down completely.

“…Angel.”

His tone dropped, less sharp.

“‘its not that.”

“Then what is it?”

He sighed, leaning back into the couch again, dragging a hand down his face. “It’s just… we’re not there yet.”

“I know,” she said quickly. “I said not right now.”

“Yeah, but you say shit like that and then you get attached to the idea,” he muttered. “And I’m not about to have you crying ‘cause we can’t have a damn baby tomorrow.”

“I wouldn’t—”

“You would,” he cut in, giving her a look.

She went quiet.

…Because yeah. Maybe she would.

Matt softened a little, reaching over and tugging her back into him, one arm wrapping around her waist. “Hey.”

She melted instantly, resting her head against his chest.

“I’m not saying never,” he said, voice lower now. “Just… not right now. We got time.”

Angel nodded against him, still a little pouty. “…They’re really cute though.”

Matt huffed. “Yeah, yeah. They’re cute.”

“…You’d be a good mom,” he muttered, almost like he didn’t mean to say it out loud.

Angel stilled.

“…Really?”

Matt rolled his eyes, already regretting opening his mouth. “Don’t make it a whole thing.”

She smiled anyway, soft and bright, cuddling closer.

“And you’d be a good dad,” she whispered.

“Yeah? To what, a screaming potato?” he scoffed.

She giggled.

Silence settled again, comfortable this time.

Then Matt tilted his head slightly, glancing down at her with a faint smirk tugging at his lips.

“…I mean.”

Angel looked up at him, curious. “What?”

His hand slid a little lower on her waist, fingers pressing into her side.

“We could still practice though.”

Angel’s eyes went wide. “Matt!”

He snorted, pulling her closer as she hid her face in his chest, flustered as hell.

“Relax,” he muttered, pressing a quick kiss to the top of her head. “Practice makes perfect.”

☆: I'm in love with this

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[aelianastar]

Rapper!Matt x Popstar!Amara

In which: Amara cockwarms matt in his tour bus

Warnings: Smut! Unprotected sex,(wrap it before you tap it!) cursing, spanking, whimpering, begging, cock warming,

Matt sits deep in the black leather couch, his legs spread wide, boots planted firmly on the thin carpet. His jeans are shoved down just enough, the denim bunched around his thighs, his shirt pushed up to reveal the taut lines of his stomach.

Amara is perched on top of him, her knees sinking into the cushion on either side of his hips. She’s fully impaled, her weight settled completely against him, taking every inch of his hard cock deep inside her tight, wet heat.

He doesn’t move. He just holds her there, his large hands gripping her waist with a possessive force that borders on bruising. His thumbs press into the soft skin just above her hip bones, anchoring her in place.

"Stop moving," Matt rumbles, his voice low and vibrating against her chest.

Amara lets out a shaky breath, her forehead dropping to rest against his shoulder. Her inner walls flutter around him, a desperate, involuntary clench that makes him hiss through his teeth. She feels so full, stretched to the limit, and the lack of friction is driving her insane. He’s throbbing inside her, a thick, heavy presence that demands attention, but he refuses to give her the rhythm she craves.

"I can't," she whimpers, the sound muffled against his shirt. "Matt, please. It’s too much."

You can," he counters, his tone unyielding. He shifts his hips slightly, just a subtle grind that buries him even deeper, making her gasp. "You’re going to sit right here and keep me warm until I say otherwise. Just feel me."

Her body trembles with the effort to stay still. The leather squeaks softly as she tries to find a comfortable position, but there is none. Every tiny shift sends a jolt of electricity through her clit, which is trapped tight against his pelvic bone. She’s dripping wet, her arousal coating his length, making the connection between them slick and messy, but he still won’t let her move.

"Matt," she breathes, lifting her head to look at him. Her eyes are dark, pupils blown wide with need, her lips parted and swollen. "I need to move, please."

He smirks, a crooked, arrogant tilt of the lips that makes her pussy clench around him again. He reaches up with one hand, tangling his fingers in her hair and pulling her head back, exposing the long line of her throat. He leans forward, dragging his tongue along the hammering pulse in her neck, biting down gently on the sensitive skin just below her ear.

"Greedy little thing," he murmurs against her skin. "You just sat on my dick five minutes ago and you’re already begging for more?"

Yes," she admits, her voice breaking. She tries to roll her hips, a slow, deliberate circle meant to generate friction, but his grip on her waist tightens, stopping her dead in her tracks. He holds her effortlessly, completely controlling her range of motion.

"Ah, ah," he tuts, releasing her hair but keeping his hand splayed firmly against her lower back. "I didn’t say you could do that. Stay still."

Amara whines high in her throat, a sound of pure frustration. She digs her nails into his shoulders, leaving crescent-shaped indentations in the muscle through his t-shirt. The heat pooling in her belly is becoming unbearable, a twisting knot of arousal that has nowhere to go. She can feel every ridge and vein of him, the way he twitches inside her, the way his heartbeat seems to echo through the length of his shaft and into her core.

"Please," she begs again, squirming harder. She tries to lift her ass just an inch, hoping to break the seal and slide back down, but he anticipates her. He bucks his hips once, a sharp, punishing thrust that drives the air out of her lungs and forces her back down, seating him fully to the hilt.

She cries out, her head falling back as the sensation overwhelms her. It feels so good, the sudden stretch, the way he hits that spot deep inside that makes her toes curl. But then he stops again, and the denial is almost painful.

You’re so fucking tight," Matt groans, his composure slipping just a fraction. His breathing is heavier now, his chest rising and falling against hers. He looks down to where their bodies are joined, watching the way her pussy lips stretch around him. "Squeezing me like a vice. You want it bad, don’t you?"

"I need you to move," she pants, tears of frustration pricking at the corners of her eyes.

He chuckles darkly, the sound sending shivers down her spine. He slides one hand down from her waist to her ass, cupping the cheek and giving it a sharp smack that echoes in the quiet bus. She jolts, her inner walls clenching around him.

"Patience," he says, though the word sounds strained. He’s enjoying this, enjoying the power he has over her, the way she’s completely at his mercy. He likes watching her fall apart, likes seeing her struggle to follow orders when her body is screaming for release.

But his own control is fraying. She feels too good, wet and hot and perfect. The way she keeps clenching around him, the soft whimpers falling from her lips, the smell of her sweet arousal filling the small space it’s all testing his resolve.

He waits a few more agonizing seconds, letting her squirm and whimper, letting the tension build to a breaking point. He watches a bead of sweat roll down her temple, listens to the ragged gasps she takes every time he flexes his cock inside her.

Then, he snaps.

"Fuck it," Matt growls.

He releases his iron grip on her hips and grabs her ass with both hands, hauling her forward as he finally plants his feet and thrusts up hard.

The force of it pushes a cry out of her, a loud, broken moan that she can’t hold back. He sets a relentless pace immediately, pulling out almost all the way before slamming back in, over and over. The couch creaks loudly beneath them, the leather sticking to their sweat-slicked skin with every movement.

"Yes!" Amara moans, her head lolling back on her neck. She braces herself on his shoulders, her fingers digging in hard as she meets his thrusts, unable to stop herself from moving now that he’s given the green light. "Oh god, yes, Matt, just like that!"

He pounds into her, fucking up into her wet heat with abandon. The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the bus, wet and obscene, mixing with their heavy breathing and the guttural grunts he lets out with every thrust.

"Take it," he commands, his voice rough and laced with lust. He watches her breasts bounce with the force of his movements, mesmerized by the sight. "Take every fucking inch."

She feels the pressure building rapidly, the coil in her stomach tightening to the point of pain. He’s hitting her cervix with every deep stroke, the pleasure bordering on pain, pushing her closer and closer to the edge.

I'm gonna cum," she warns, her voice pitching up. "Matt, I'm gonna cum!"

He doesn't slow down. If anything, he fucks her harder, faster, driving into her with a primal need that matches her own. He leans forward, capturing one of her nipples in his mouth through the fabric of her shirt, biting down hard.

"Cum for me then," he growls against her chest. "Cum all over my cock."

The command sends her over. Her body locks up, her vision blurring white as the orgasm tears through her. She cries out his name, her pussy clamping down around him like a vice, rippling and milking him as the waves of pleasure crash over her.

Matt groans at the sensation, the tight grip pushing him to his own limit. He fucks her through it, riding out her spasms until he can’t hold back any longer. With a final, deep thrust, he buries himself inside her and lets go, spilling his load deep within her pulsing heat.

They sit there for a bit still riding out there highs in the quiet of the tour bus.

☆: ahh i love this so much!!!

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[aelianastar]

Dilf!Matt x Darling!Scarlett

In which: Matt and Scarlett break the bed

Warnings: Smut! Unprotected, (always be safe) riding, cursing, kissing, dirty talk, hand job, grinding, breaking the bed,

The house is finally quiet. The low hum of the refrigerator is the only sound cutting through the silence, a stark contrast to the chaos that has ruled the hallway for the last three hours.

Matt leans his head back against the beige wall of the corridor, closing his eyes and exhaling a long breath that deflates his chest. It’s been a week of late nights, early mornings, and a backlog of work that followed him home every evening.

The door to Ellie’s room clicks shut. Scarlett steps out into the dim hallway, padding softly on the carpet. She looks as drained as he feels, her hair pulled back into a messy ponytail, a few loose strands sticking to the side of her neck. She wipes her hands on her jeans, the gesture slow and heavy.

"She's out," Scarlett whispers, her voice raspy from reading the fourth bedtime story in a row. "Didn't even make it to the end of the chapter."

Matt opens his eyes, his gaze locking onto hers. The exhaustion in his limbs instantly transmutes into something sharper, heavier. He sees the same need reflected in her posture the way her shoulders slump not just from fatigue, but from the effort of holding herself together all week. They haven’t touched each other in days. Not really. Just fleeting pecks on the cheek and passing gropes that promised more but delivered nothing.

"Thank God," Matt mutters. He pushes off the wall, closing the distance between them in two long strides. His hands find her waist immediately, fingers digging into the denim of her jeans, pulling her flush against him.

Scarlett doesn't hesitate. She melts into his grip, her hands sliding up his chest to tangle in his hair, pulling his head down. Their mouths crash together, messy and desperate. There is no finesse in the kiss, only a week’s worth of pent-up frustration pouring out through lips and teeth.

Matt tastes the mint of her toothpaste mixed with the lingering bitterness of coffee. He groans low in his throat, the sound vibrating against her lips as he backs her toward the bedroom.

They stumble through the doorway, shedding clothes as they go. Matt kicks the door shut with his heel, the latch clicking loudly. Scarlett’s fingers fumble with his belt buckle, the metal clinking as she undoes it hurriedly. She shoves his jeans down, and he steps out of them, kicking them aside. His shirt follows, landing in a heap on the floor. She pulls her t-shirt over her head, tossing it carelessly onto the dresser, leaving her in just a black lace bra that he unhooks with a practiced snap of his fingers.

They fall onto the bed, the mattress creaking under their combined weight. The room is dark, illuminated only by a sliver of moonlight cutting through the blinds. Matt rolls onto his back, pulling Scarlett on top of him. She straddles his hips, her knees sinking into the mattress on either side of his thighs. The heat radiating from her body is intoxicating.

"I need you," Matt breathes, his hands roaming over the smooth skin of her back, tracing the curve of her spine. He grips her ass, squeezing hard, pulling her down against his growing erection.

Scarlett rocks her hips, grinding herself against the rough fabric of his boxers. She leans forward, bracing her hands on his chest, her hair creating a curtain around their faces.

She hooks her thumbs into the waistband of his underwear, pulling them down just enough to free him. His cock springs up, thick and hard. Scarlett wraps her hand around the base, stroking him slowly, her thumb teasing the sensitive head. Matt hisses through his teeth, his hips bucking involuntarily.

She shoves her panties down to her knees and kicks them off. Positioning herself above him, she sinks down slowly, taking him inch by inch. They both moan at the sensation, the tight, wet heat of her pussy enveloping him. She feels incredible, slick and ready. She doesn't wait to adjust; she starts moving immediately, lifting her hips and slamming them back down.

"Fuck, yes," Matt groans, his hands gripping her thighs tightly. He watches her face contort in pleasure, her head thrown back, exposing the long line of her throat.

Scarlett rides him with a relentless rhythm. She plants her hands on his pecs for leverage, using her thighs to piston up and down. The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the room, loud and wet. Every time she bottoms out, a guttural cry escapes her lips. She looks down at him, her eyes dark and wild. "You feel so good inside me," she pants, her nails digging into his shoulders.

Matt watches her tits bounce with every thrust, mesmerized by the sight. He reaches up to cup them, rolling her nipples between his fingers. Scarlett gasps, her movements faltering for a split second before she picks up the pace, riding him even harder. The bed frame starts to rock against the wall.

"God, I missed this," Matt grits out, his voice strained. He thrusts his hips up to meet her driving deeper.

"Im close" Scarlett warns, though her smile is wicked. She leans down to kiss him again, swallowing his moans. The angle changes, allowing him to hit that spot deep inside her that makes her see stars. She breaks the kiss with a sharp intake of breath, her body trembling.

The intensity builds rapidly, a coil tightening in both of their abdomens. The air in the room grows heavy with the scent of sex and sweat. Matt can feel his orgasm approaching, a tingling pressure at the base of his spine. He grabs her hips, guiding her movements, urging her to go faster.

"I'm close," Matt warns, his grip bruising. "Don't stop."

Scarlett doesn't stop. She rides him like her life depends on it, chasing her own release. The bed shakes violently beneath them, the old wood groaning in protest. The headboard slams into the wall with increasing force.

"Fuck, Matt, I'm—"

Suddenly, a loud crack echoes through the room, followed by the splintering sound of wood giving way. The center of the mattress sags abruptly, the support slats snapping under the strain of their vigorous movements. They lose their rhythm instantly, the unexpected drop throwing them off balance.

They freeze.

For a second, the only sound is their heavy, ragged breathing. Matt is still buried deep inside her, but the mood has shifted from frantic lust to stunned stillness. Scarlett stares down at him, her eyes wide. Then, a snort escapes her.

She collapses onto his chest, her body shaking with laughter. Matt feels the vibration against his skin, and the tension drains out of him, replaced by amusement. He wraps his arms around her, chuckling deeply.

"Well," Matt says, his voice muffled against her hair. "I guess we really broke the bed."

Scarlett lifts her head, grinning down at him.

Matt runs a hand down her back, squeezing her ass. "I'm not done with you yet," he murmurs, his eyes darkening again. He shifts his hips, reminding her that he's still hard and throbbing inside her.

Scarlett bites her lip, a fresh wave of arousal washing over her. "Me neither."

He gently rolls her off him, the broken frame groaning again as they shift their weight. They stand up, the mattress slanting awkwardly in the middle. Matt takes her hand, lacing his fingers through hers.

"Shower," he says, pulling her toward the bathroom. "Let's finish this properly."

Scarlett follows willingly, stepping over the pile of discarded clothes.

It was gonna be a long night.

☆: 🤭

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[aelianastar]

Dealer!Chris x Sweetheart!Bunny 𐙚˙⋆.˚

In which: Someone asks chris if he would kill for his future kids. Inspired by a past video!

Warnings: cursing, mentions of blood and murder, protective, cute ending!

The music was low, something chill humming through the speakers while everyone was sprawled out across the living room legs over laps, drinks half-finished, someone messing with a lighter they definitely didn’t need.

Bunny sat tucked into Chris’s side on the couch, her legs pulled up, socked feet pressed against his thigh. She had one of those tiny rings she liked spinning around her finger, absentminded, while she listened to the conversation bounce around.

Chris had an arm slung over her shoulders, fingers lazily tracing along her arm soft, absent touches that said more than anything out loud. Every now and then, he’d glance down at her, just to make sure she was still right there.

She always was.

“Alright, alright,” Nick said, leaning forward with a grin, clapping his hands once. “We’re doing random questions now. No backing out.”

Matt groaned from the armchair. “This is gonna be stupid as hell.”

“It’s always stupid,” Nick shot back. “That’s the point.”

A few laughs circled the room.

“Okay—” Kyle pointed at Matt. “You first. Would you rather lose all your money or—”

“Money,” Matt cut in instantly. “Next.”

Everyone laughed.

“Damn, didn’t even hesitate,” Angel murmured, smiling softly.

“Smart man,” Chris muttered.

The questions kept going dumb, chaotic, some of them way too serious for the vibe. Bunny answered a couple quietly when they asked her, her voice soft but sure. Chris mostly just watched her, smirking whenever she got shy under the attention.

Then Kyle leaned back, eyes flicking toward Chris.

“Aight,” he said. “Chris.”

Chris barely looked up. “What.”

Kyle smirked. “Would you kill for your kids? Like future kids.”

The room went quieter.

Not tense just… waiting.

Bunny’s fingers stilled against her ring.

Chris didn’t answer right away. He leaned back into the couch, his grip around Bunny tightening just slightly, like instinct.

Then he scoffed low, almost amused.

“Kill?” he repeated. “That’s it?”

Kyle raised a brow. “Yeah…?”

Chris tilted his head, finally looking at him fully, something darker sitting behind his eyes now.

“I’d do worse than that,” he said, voice calm. Too calm.

No one spoke.

Chris’s hand slid from Bunny’s arm down to her hand, threading their fingers together.

“If someone ever touched my kid…” he continued, jaw tightening just a little, “or even thought about messing with them—”

He let out a quiet breath through his nose, like he was holding himself back from saying something even worse.

“I’d skin a man alive,” he said flatly. “And leave him to bleed the fuck out.”

Silence.

Heavy this time.

Matt let out a low whistle. “Jesus.”

Nick blinked. “Okay yeah, remind me to never piss you off.”

Chris just shrugged like it was nothing, but his thumb was rubbing slow circles into Bunny’s knuckles now grounding himself.

Bunny shifted slightly against him, her other hand coming up to gently tug on his sleeve.

He looked down at her immediately, the hardness in his expression melting almost instantly.

Her eyes were soft, not scared just tender.

“You’d be a really good dad,” she said, like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

Something in his chest tightened.

“Yeah?” he asked, voice lower.

She nodded, leaning her head against him again. “Yeah. You’re already… like that.”

His grip on her hand softened.

“Like what?”

“Protective,” she said, smiling a little. “But in a good way.”

Chris huffed quietly, shaking his head. “Only for you.”

She tilted her head up at him. “And them. One day.”

He held her gaze for a second, something warm creeping in behind the edge he always carried.

“…Yeah,” he admitted.

The room slowly picked back up again someone making a joke to cut the tension, someone else throwing a pillow but Chris barely paid attention anymore.

He pulled Bunny closer, pressing a soft kiss to the top of her head.

She smiled, curling into him like she belonged there.

☆: ugh I forgot which video this was inspired by 😞

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[aelianastar]

Dealer!Chris x Sweetheart!Bunny 𐙚˙⋆.˚

I'm which: Bunny is on her period

Requested by: @sturniolore

Warnings: cursing, fluff,

Bunny’s room always felt soft.

Not just because of the plushies stacked neatly along her bed or the pastel blankets she insisted on layering “just in case,” but because she was there warm, gentle, everything about her quiet and comforting.

Chris noticed it every time he stepped inside.

And tonight was no different.

He was sprawled halfway over her, one arm braced beside her head, the other resting low on her waist, fingers curling slightly into the fabric of her shirt. Bunny was giggling under him at first soft, breathy little laughs until his lips found her neck.

“Chris…” she whispered, already melting a little.

He hummed against her skin, not really listening, too focused on the way she tilted her head for him without even realizing. His lips dragged slowly along the side of her neck, pressing lazy kisses, a little more intentional now.

“Mm?” he murmured, voice rough.

His hand shifted, thumb brushing her side, pulling her a little closer.

“You’re so fuckin’ cute,” he muttered against her skin, half teasing, half serious.

Bunny’s hands came up to his shoulders, fingers curling into his hoodie. “You’re being—” she let out a small breath when he kissed just under her ear, “—really… really distracting…”

“Good,” he said, smirking a little, even if she couldn’t see it.

His lips trailed lower again, slower this time, more deliberate. The air shifted—less playful, more something else. He leaned into her, pressing her further into the mattress, his voice dropping.

“Was kinda hoping we could…” he mumbled, brushing his nose along her neck, “y’know…”

Bunny froze.

Not dramatically. Not like panic.

Just… a small, quiet stillness.

Her hands pushed lightly at his chest.

Chris blinked, pulling back just enough to look at her. “What?” he frowned slightly, confused. “You okay?”

She wouldn’t meet his eyes.

That alone made his chest tighten a bit.

“Bunny?” his tone shifted, a little more serious now, a little more grounded. “Hey—what’s wrong?”

She swallowed, cheeks already turning pink, fingers fidgeting with the sleeve of his hoodie.

“It’s not—” she started, then stopped.

Chris waited. Not impatiently, just… watching her.

She finally glanced up at him for half a second before looking away again, voice quieter.

“I just… can’t…”

His brows pulled together. “Can’t what?”

She hesitated again, then mumbled it so softly he almost didn’t catch it.

“I’m on my period…”

There was a beat of silence.

Chris just… stared at her for a second.

Then his face softened almost immediately.

“…Bunny.”

She shrunk a little under his gaze, clearly embarrassed now. “I’m sorry, I just— I didn’t think about it and then you were— and I—”

“Hey, hey,” he cut her off gently, one hand coming up to cup her cheek. “Why are you apologizing?”

She blinked at him.

“I thought you’d be mad,” she admitted quietly.

Chris let out a small, disbelieving huff. “Mad? For what? Your body doing its thing?” he shook his head slightly. “C’mon, baby.”

The nickname slipped out naturally, softer than his usual tone.

Her eyes flickered back to his.

“I don’t care about that,” he said, voice low but steady. “We’re not doing anything if you’re not comfortable. Period or no period.”

Her shoulders relaxed just a little.

“…Really?”

“Yeah, really,” he said, nudging her lightly with his nose. “Jesus, you think I’m that much of an asshole?”

She gave a tiny smile. “No…”

“Good,” he muttered.

He pressed one last quick kiss to her forehead before shifting off the bed.

Bunny immediately noticed.

“…Chris?”

“Stay there,” he said, already heading toward her door.

She blinked, confused. “Where are you—”

“I’ll be back,” he cut in, like it was obvious.

And then he was gone.

Bunny sat there, hugging one of her plushies to her chest, still a little flustered, still warm from where he’d been.

He came back like two minutes later.

Arms full.

“Well,” he muttered as he nudged the door shut with his foot, “your kitchen is fuckin’ chaos.”

Bunny sat up a little. “What?”

He ignored her, walking over and dropping things onto her bed.

A water bottle.

A couple chocolate bars.

And her heating pad, already plugged in and warming.

She stared.

“…Chris.”

“What?” he shrugged, sitting back down beside her. “You need stuff, right?”

Her chest did that soft, tight thing it always did when he surprised her like this.

“You didn’t have to—”

“I know I didn’t have to,” he said, cutting her off again, but not harshly. “I wanted to.”

He grabbed the heating pad, testing it with his hand before gently lifting her shirt just enough to place it against her lower stomach.

His touch was careful. Slower now. Softer.

“Tell me if it’s too hot,” he muttered.

Bunny shook her head quickly. “It’s okay…”

He nodded once, satisfied, then leaned back against her headboard and pulled her into him like it was second nature.

“C’mere.”

She went easily, curling into his side, resting her head against his chest. One of his arms wrapped around her shoulders, the other absentmindedly playing with her fingers.

“…You’re not disappointed?” she asked quietly.

Chris looked down at her, brows knitting slightly.

“Bunny,” he said, a little firmer this time, “no.”

She fidgeted.

“I just thought you wanted to and I—”

“I did want to,” he admitted bluntly. “But ill never make you or ask you to do something you're not comfortable with baby"

She blinked up at him.

He sighed softly, leaning his head back.

“I want you, not just… that shit,” he muttered. “And if you’re hurting or uncomfortable, then we’re not doing anything. It’s not even a question.”

Her heart melted.

Actually melted.

“…Okay,” she whispered.

He pressed a kiss to the top of her head.

“Drink your water,” he added after a second.

She huffed a tiny laugh. “Yes, Chris.”

“And eat the chocolate.”

“I will.”

She settled back against him, warm and safe, the heating pad easing the dull ache in her stomach.

Chris’s fingers traced slow, absent patterns along her arm.

“…You okay?” he asked after a minute.

She nodded against him.

“Yeah,” she said quietly. “I am.”

He hummed.

“Good.”

☆: I love this so muchhhh

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