ⓘ stepbro!chris x stepsis!reader, STEPCEST (DON'T LIKE? DON'T READ), brat taming, jealousy, degradation, humiliation, spanking, fingering, ruined orgasm :(, almost getting caught
based off this request 𖹭
dividers by @/chrisredfieldsfattie
"D'ya think I'm a bitch?" Chris gruffed, glaring at you with jealousy and rage as he slammed his hands down on the kitchen table where you were absorbed in your book. Startled by the sound and vibration, you jumped.
"Maybe," you teased him, the corner of your lip twitching into a playful smirk as you brought your gaze up from the words on the page to his very unamused and rather pissed off expression.
"Ain't messin' around here, kid. Ya must really take me for a bitch, because you've really outdone yourself this time."
"Chris, what the hell are you talking about?" You furrowed your brow in genuine confusion.
You'd obviously ticked him off, but what else is new, you thought to yourself. At least he looked sexy when he was mad, his flared nostrils, his tensed jaw, and the veins in his hands more prominent than usual. You bit down on your lip, your gaze dancing over him.
"This is what I'm talkin' about," he said, pulling his phone out of his pocket and setting it down in front of you. It was a rather suggestive photo of yourself that you'd taken a couple weeks prior.
"How the hell did you get that picture?" You snarked back, doing your best to keep your voice lowered as to not disturb your parents one room over.
"You sent it to Kyle. Whore." He didn't take his intense blue eyes off you for one second.
Kyle was one of Chris' buddies. One he hung out with regularly. You knew he wouldn't be happy when he found out that you occasionally sext him and send him revealing pictures.
A devious grin curled on your lips despite your attempts to hold it back. "So?" You cocked an eyebrow. "We're not official. I can do whatever I want."
"Not with my friends. Y'know how I feel about that shit."
"It's not like I signed a contract or anything," you shrugged. "I can send whatever I want to whoever I want."
His jaw twitched in irritation. "The fuck you can," he replied in a low raspy voice. "You're so used to gettin' your way, aren't ya? Ya little brat."
You batted your eyelashes, feigning an innocent little smile before you turned your attention back to the page you were reading.
Chris snatched your book right out of your hands, slamming it shut and leaning down so that his face was only inches from yours. "Did you fuck him?" He searched your expression for signs that you may be lying before you even answered his question.
You stared back blankly, crossing your arms over your chest, the silence hanging in the air between the two of you as you let him sweat a little.
"No," you finally answered, breaking the tension.
His eyes dropped to your lips, his tongue darting out to wet his own, his jeans growing tighter. He hated that the thought of you helping yourself to one of his friends turned him on a little.
"Do you want to?" He interrogated, immediately regretting the question as soon as it slipped out of his mouth.
You caught your bottom lip between your teeth, your expression softening. "Maybe a little bit," you admitted. It wasn't your fault Chris wouldn't commit to you and had hot friends.
"Oh, you little slut," he growled through clenched teeth as he wrapped his fingers around your throat, pulling you to your feet. "Up. Now."
You rolled your eyes, rising to your feet, obeying him but still giving him that same obnoxious attitude.
"Show me your texts with him. Now."
You took your time, picking your phone up off the table, unlocking it, and pretending to scroll through your messages, your thumb nail tapping against the screen as you stalled. "I mean, I don't know if you really wanna see..."
"Quit wastin' my time and show me your texts with him, dammit," Chris snarled, ripping your phone from your fingers. He narrowed his gaze, tensing his jaw even more when he saw what his contact in your phone was. His name with an eggplant and a tongue emoji.
Your text thread with him was at the very top. You'd messaged him today.
Chris braced himself as he scrolled up, a look of contempt on his face as he skimmed through the texts. They were incredibly flirty to say the least, practically throwing yourself at him. You'd sent him other pictures of yourself as well. Nothing too revealing, but revealing enough.
He stopped when he came across a rather incriminating text from Kyle that read: "I miss your mouth."
"Why the hell would he say that, huh?" Chris wondered aloud, flipping your phone around to show you what he was talking about.
You shrugged, playing dumb and avoiding eye contact.
"Oh, hell no," Chris responded, backing you up against the edge of the kitchen table. "Tell me right now."
"Well, you asked if I fucked him. Not if I sucked him off," you answered smugly.
Chris let out a disappointed sigh that the whole house could hear, shooting daggers at you with his eyes. "You've gotta be fuckin' kiddin' me," he snapped at you, raising his voice a bit.
"Hey, quit bickering in there! We're trying to enjoy our show!" Your dad called out over his shoulder from where he was on the couch.
"Chris, honey, watch your mouth and be nice to your stepsister," his mom added.
Chris glanced back down at your phone, continuing to scroll up through the messages, his heart pounding in his chest as adrenaline raced through his veins. "You're such a little slut," he mumbled under his breath as he read the things you'd sent to his friend, telling him how hot he was, how bad you wanted him to fill you up, and even telling him when you were touching yourself.
He practically threw your phone at you, making a disgusted face when he'd come across a nude of his own friend. "Jesus!" Chris yelled in a whisper, not wanting to call more attention to the situation. "He sent you a picture of his dick?"
You giggled and shrugged. "I tried to tell you that you probably didn't wanna see our texts..."
"That's it," he rasped under his breath. "Turn around. Bend over. Now."
You listened, spinning around, leaning over the kitchen table, and glancing back at Chris over your shoulder with your big doe eyes. "I didn't do anything wrong," you protested.
You could feel Chris slowly lifting the hem of your skirt as he scoffed. "All you do is the wrong shit."
You peeked back into the living room where the backs of your parents' heads were turned to you, completely entranced by whatever was playing across the screen, unaware that you and Chris were still bickering, as they'd say.
Chris' palm rubbed slow circles over your exposed bottom before he gave you a swift slap. Your eyes widened in shock. He did it again, drawing his arm back and watching the flesh ripple under the weight of his smack.
Your parents didn't budge, too caught up in their show, their backs to you still.
"Filthy little whore," Chris whispered, his middle finger tracing your plump pussy through your panties that were already soaked with your arousal. Your jaw dropped, and you reached up to cover your mouth as Chris pushed past the material, breaching your entrance.
He didn't waste any time, roughly pistoning his finger in and out of your eager hole as you clawed at the wood beneath you with your free hand while you kept the other cupped over your mouth, faint moans and whimpers spilling out nonetheless.
"Shhh. Don't you dare get us caught," Chris hushed you, adding a second finger, his hard cock throbbing against your bare ass through his jeans. Your eyes rolled back in your head, your knees weakening beneath you.
Chris relentlessly continued, his eyes occasionally flicking up to make sure his mom and your dad weren't catching onto to what was going on behind them, the thrill of being caught adding an extra layer to the encounter.
"Gonna ruin this pussy so good that Kyle's not even gonna want it," Chris commented in a low, rough voice that only you could hear.
Your vision started to blur, your muffled sounds vibrating against your palm. You were so close, your pussy fluttering around Chris' fingers as he drove them into you faster. Harder. You felt the knot in your stomach pulling tighter, your impending orgasm brewing deep in your core.
"I think that's enough of that," Chris chuckled. Suddenly, he withdrew his fingers from your heat, and you clamped your hand down over your mouth even tighter to conceal your defeated yelp.
You whipped your head around, tears pricking the corners of your eyes at the loss of sensation. You stared back at him, your expression steeped in desperation. "Chris. Please," you begged in a quiet voice.
He stared down at you with a contemptuous smile and a dark look in his eye. "Y'think ya get to cum after all that? Nah, we're gonna go upstairs, and you're gonna show me exactly how you sucked off my friend, hmm?"
Does stepbro!chris ever snoop through stepsis!readers room when shes out of the house?
He definitely does. Sometimes it's out of jealousy and possessiveness, and he's trying to make sure there aren't signs of her sleeping with other guys. Sometimes it's because he's a little perv and wants to steal a pair of her panties, read her journal, go through her pictures on her laptop, and rifle through her sex toy collection. I wrote a blurb about it here.
But I figured, why not give you another blurb? 🤭
cw: violation of privacy, chris being a pervvv and snooping through your personal pictures/videos, m!masturbation, getting caught
It was a Saturday around 8 p.m., and you were stuck working a grueling shift at the diner. One of the servers had called out, leaving you short-handed for the night. All you wanted to do was go home, take a hot shower, and relax.
Little did you know, all that was waiting at home was your stepbrother who was poking around in your room again, a little routine he engaged in more often than you were aware of. But he figured, what you didn't know wouldn't hurt you. And you wouldn't know, right?
He was on your bed with his sneakers still on, which you would have killed him for if you knew, snooping through your laptop, which you also would have killed him for if you knew.
It had taken a few tries to crack your password, considering you'd changed it recently, but he found his way in. Now he was snooping around in your gallery in search of some specific photos of you.
You had a little habit of using your laptop webcam when modeling off your new lingerie, which Chris knew you'd bought recently because he'd discovered it in your drawer five minutes prior. Not without pocketing a souvenir of course.
A smirk curled on his lip as he stumbled upon the most recent photos you'd taken. You were sprawled out on the spot he was currently sitting in, in nothing but the same pair of silk pink underwear he'd swiped from your dresser.
Chris admired your body, his eyes scanning over your bare breasts and smooth legs. He scrolled through the other photos you'd taken, his cock aching in his jeans as his gaze flickered over the various positions you'd posed in.
Suddenly, he stumbled across a video. It was a view of you from the neck down, your legs spread while you were in your pretty pink panties. His heart immediately started to hammer away as he hovered over the play button. Was this a video of you touching yourself?
He couldn't contain his curiosity any longer. He hit play, his eyes locked onto the screen as you started to reach between your thighs, slowly rubbing yourself through the soft fabric. A textured moan passed through your lips, playing through the speaker of your laptop.
"Holy shit," Chris whispered to himself, his cock throbbing as he continued to watch.
He'd seen plenty of nudes of you, and he'd caught you playing with yourself before, but there was something about the fact that you'd filmed yourself alone and that he was viewing it in secret that added an extra layer of arousal to it.
As you teased yourself through the pink silk, Chris licked his lips, hungrily monitoring you. His fingers had a mind of their own, slowly undoing his belt buckle with one hand. He unbuttoned his jeans next, reaching into his waistband and wrapping his long digits around his thick cock. He felt immediate relief as he started to slowly stroke himself.
Chris' blue eyes were locked onto the wet patch on the front of your panties that was growing as you continued to rub yourself. You reached up with your other hand, pinching your stiff nipple and rolling it between the pads of your fingers.
"Chris," he heard his name drift from your lips on camera, his cock pulsing against his palm in response. The fact that you'd been thinking about him while masturbating in your new lingerie was the highest form of flattery to him.
"Jesus," Chris muttered in a breathy moan, still stroking his length as he watched the video play out through his hooded eyes, curious to see what you'd do or say next.
Your hand disappeared down the front of your panties, your moans growing more desperate as you made direct contact with your throbbing clit. The image was driving Chris crazy. He started to jerk himself off more urgently, twisting his wrist on the upstroke and swiping his thumb over his swollen and sensitive tip.
Your panties were soaked by now, the wet fabric clinging to your folds and giving Chris the perfect outline of your pussy through the material. "Oh fuck," Chris softly muttered, already growing close as the sounds of your moans filled the room.
Suddenly, your bedroom door flew open, and you barged in. "Chris! What the fuck!?" You demanded, feeling completely violated when you realized what he was doing. "How did you even get into my laptop!?"
But it was too late. He busted all over his hand, silky white cum flowing from his cock, a few drops getting on his shirt and your comforter. He was completely overwhelmed by the sensation, a sense of relief and pleasure washing over him. His ears were ringing loudly, drowning you out as you screamed at him about how disgusting and perverted he was.
"Fuck," he moaned, his eyes rolling back and his head falling against your headboard with a thud. "I didn't know you'd be home so soon," he managed to softly say, still feeling lightheaded as he started to slow his strokes, staring up at you with a delirious smile.
"Get out!" You shouted in embarrassment. "I can't believe you're watching that!" However, you could believe it. If you had anything in your room pertaining to sex, Chris would always find it, stripping you of having any private or intimate moments that didn't involve him.
You couldn't help but find the situation kind of hot. The fact that Chris was jerking himself off to videos you'd taken that you didn't expect anyone to see, remembering how many times you'd moaned his name that night. You'd never admit it to him, but you kind of liked it.
You snatched the laptop away from him, slamming it shut. "And get your fucking shoes off my bed! God. I can't believe you."
Chris chuckled, tucking himself back into his jeans and climbing to his feet. "Relax. You can wash your sheets." He winked at you, fastening the button on his pants. On his way out, he leaned down to whisper into your ear, "thanks for the show, sis."
Stepbrother!chris who can’t keep his hands off you at family dinner… stepbrother!chris fingering you when you’re camping with your family… stepbrother!chris in generalll… I’m feral for him. Sososoooo feral. Lemme at it.
ughhhh anon, i love stepbro!chris too 😵💫…..
cw: dddne, stepcest
the camping one?! i’m obsessed. thinking about him and you having to share a sleeping bag because unfortunately you’re one short and you’re squirming around trying to get comfortable as you keep brushing into chris and it’s not helping 😵💫
and then he slips a hand down to your panties and finds them soaking, before muttering into your ear, “stay quiet,” before pushing your panties to the side and finger-fucking you there and then 🫠
ⓘ stepbro!chris x stepsis!reader (m!masturbation), use of sex toy, detailed sexual fantasy, getting caught (and then stepsis!reader helps him 🤭), humiliation, faux sympathy, chris being just a little submissive
combined this request + this request 𖹭
dividers by @/ithemes
The driver's side door of Chris' Honda Accord collided into the frame with a heavy force, a loud slam sounding. He trudged up the driveway, his sneakers dragging across the pavement with a faint scrape, scrape, scrape. He let out an exhausted sigh as he clutched his keys in his fist, anxiously fidgeting with them.
It was finals week, and Chris was pretty sure he'd just bombed his last test.
Chris wasn't an easily stressed out person, and he usually had some pretty effective stress management skills. However due to the two of you being on opposite schedules, he wasn't able to relieve his stress with you. And he hadn't even had time to jerk off lately between studying for all his finals and all the housework his mom had him running around doing when he was home. It was really starting to get to him.
He placed his hand on the knob, slowly turning it and hoping that if he could get inside without being detected, his mom wouldn't immediately start nagging at him to do whatever chores she had on the agenda for today. To his dismay, his mom was sitting on the couch, knitting and watching some soap opera.
"Chris, you're home," she perked up, greeting him and adjusting the frames of her reading glasses that he rarely ever saw her in. "Hey, honey, once you get settled in, can you-?"
"Mom. Please," Chris interrupted her, holding up a hand to stop her. "Just give me an hour. I need some time by myself."
She didn't press. She just rolled her eyes, going back to knitting herself a jewel-toned scarf. "An hour," she said sharply, narrowing her gaze a bit, knowing this was a common tactic Chris used to avoid taking care of the responsibilities that he said he was going to.
"Yeah, yeah," Chris dismissively waved her off, bolting up the stairs and heading towards his bedroom. He slipped inside, the door latching behind him as he leaned up against it and let out an exhale. His glance flicked over towards his dresser, his heart stuttering in his chest. His feet followed his eyes and he made his way to other side of the room, reluctantly pulling open the drawer. He rummaged through a few things before he found what he was looking for - a sex toy. One that he was honestly even embarrassed that he had.
He'd once held an opinionated stance on pocket pussies. He'd made bold claims like, "only girls use sex toys" or "only guys who can't get pussy use a fake one to get off" - that was, until he'd tried it out for himself. He'd been talked into buying it by the cute sales girl who cashed him out at the sex shop the last time he'd gone to buy some restraints to use on you. He definitely didn't regret the purchase. In fact, the first time he'd used it, he ate his words about how he was too good for them.
He snagged the toy and a small bottle of lube from the dresser drawer and shoved it closed. Chris kicked his sneakers off right beside his bed before he collapsed down onto it. He didn't bother to get under the blanket or even take his jeans off all the way. He just unbuttoned them, lowered his zipper, and pushed them down along with his boxers just enough for his cock to come springing out. He popped open the lube, applying some to the opening of the toy. Then he tipped the bottle upside down over his throbbing cock, watching it twitch as the cool liquid made contact with his tip.
He carelessly tossed the bottle of lube to the side, pumping his cock with his hand a few times to spread the lubricant around. "Ooh, shit," he hissed through his teeth as he pushed his swollen head passed the petaled lips of the toy. His hips immediately twitched as he slipped in every inch of his cock, already fighting the urge to pound into it.
He loved the way it almost felt just like you. Chris started to stroke himself with the toy, feeling the soft silicone walls against every nerve ending and vein, driving him crazy due to the neglect his cock had received this past week. A soft moan slipped out, one that sounded needier than he'd meant for it to. He almost reached up to cover his mouth, worried that he'd give away what he was doing to anyone who was home.
His eyes fluttered shut as he continued jerking himself off with the pocket pussy he was starting to grip more tightly in his hand, images of you playing on the insides of his eyelids. He imagined you on top of him, riding him like your life depended on it. With your face burned into his memory, your flushed skin, your eyes rolling back, and your pouty lips parted in a look in pleasure, he found himself moaning your name. He pictured your breasts bouncing, the curves of your body, wishing he could hold you by your hips and pound into you from underneath.
He picked up the pace, the fleshlight sliding over his slick cock and making his stomach twist with desire and a bit of embarrassment, the inevitable sensation already brewing deep in his core. He couldn't believe a toy had him gripping the flannel sheets beneath him and biting down on his lip to keep himself from being too loud.
He bucked his hips up, fucking into the pocket pussy with a sense of urgency, chasing the feeling he'd been craving all week. A bead of sweat trickled down the side of his face, his breathing becoming more erratic by the second. He shut his eyes again, clinging to the image of you in his mind.
Suddenly, his bedroom door flew open.
"Hey, dickhead. Guess wha-" you started to say, immediately stopping yourself when you walked in. Your eyes widened, and your jaw fell to the floor in shock at the realization, not only at what he was doing but what he was using.
"Jesus!" He panted, tugging a nearby throw blanket over himself. He tried to stop his strokes, but it just felt too good. He continued slowly under the blanket, hoping you wouldn't notice. However, his fucked out expression betrayed him. "What the hell happened to knockin' before ya just walk in? I thought you closed tonight."
"I switched with someone," you replied, your eyes lit up and glued to the subtle movement under the blanket. "You have a pocket pussy?" You almost whispered, the door softly latching behind you. "I thought you said -"
"Don't worry about what I said," he barked back, cutting you off. You noticed a slight blush in his cheeks.
"Are you embarrassed?" The corner of your lip tugged into a smirk as you slowly approached him, arms crossed, eyes fixed on the way he was still lazily stroking himself with the toy. It wasn't very often that you saw Chris experience any kind of shame or humiliation, but it was kind of hot.
"No," he argued back defensively, almost pouting. "I don't fuckin' get embarrassed." However, his cheeks were still tinted pink, and every time his eyes almost met yours, they'd dart off in another direction. "Ya gonna help me or just stand there?" He asked almost sheepishly.
"Only if I can use the toy on you," you replied, your grin growing wider as you closed in on him until you were sitting at the foot of his bed.
He hesitated for a second, but he genuinely didn't care how he got off at this point just as long as he did. "Fuck. Fine." There was something Chris being alone in his room using a toy he used to talk down on that turned you on beyond belief, and all you wanted to do was see him fall apart.
Chris reluctantly slipped the blanket off of his lap, revealing the transluscent pink pocket pussy that was wrapped around his cock. You scooted closer, reaching out for the toy and wrapping your fingers around the silicone sleeve. The sound that passed through his pink lips as you started to stroke him made your stomach flutter. "Oh, my god. That feels incredible."
"I thought you didn't use these, hmm?" You taunted him, tilting your head and giving him a teasing look.
"Guess I changed my mind," he admitted, glancing down at your freshly manicured nails. His tongue darted out from behind his lips to wet them.
"I can't believe we haven't fucked all week," you told him, giving him a pouty look. "Bet you've been missing me."
Chris nodded slowly. "You have no idea."
You looked down at the way the toy easily glided over his cock, his composure slipping away. Broken moans and profanities unfurled from his lips between his heavy panting. His cheeks were still rosy pink from being caught. You'd never seen him look so submissive.
"You poor thing," you cooed, your tone dripping with condescension as you dragged the toy up and down his length at a steady pace. "I bet you wanna cum so bad."
Chris' jaw twitched in response, and he gave you a sharp look. "Cut it out."
"What? You don't like it?" You pouted and batted your lashes, giving him a faux sympathetic look.
"I know what you're doin'," he hissed back, swallowing hard as you used the soft, silicone walls to massage his shaft. "I'm not your bitch." He narrowed his blue eyes at you, shooting daggers with them.
"Well, you have two options," you spoke with conviction, your intense gaze flicking up to meet his. "Either you play along and you ask nicely if I'll let you cum, or I'll go to my room, and you can finish in here all alone." You gave him a little smirk, knowing already which option he was going to choose.
"Fuck," Chris groaned, half-pleasured and half-defeated, knowing he was incredibly close, and you practically left him no choice. "Fine." He sighed before hesitantly asking, "will you please let me cum?"
"I'll think about. If you keep being a good boy, your chances are better," you teased him, your grin widening.
"Fuck no. Call me that again, and I swear I'm gonna go soft."
"No, you won't. I think you like it," you taunted him, watching his body tense up, his knuckles turning white from gripping the blanket beneath him.
Chris rolled his eyes, trying to maintain his annoyed facade, but the small part of him that thoroughly enjoyed everything about this scenario kept slipping through the cracks. A moan fell from his lips, his chest rising and falling faster as his breath grew more labored.
"That's it," you purred, praising him. "You're doing such a good job."
His embarrassment had mostly subsided by now, overpowered by his desire, his desperation. He continued panting, gazing at you with a pleading look. "Faster," he begged.
You listened, picking up the pace and watching his length through the transluscent pink material as it glided into the sleeve with ease. "Fuck. Your cock is so pretty."
Normally a compliment like that would bother Chris and leave him feeling emasculated, but he was too close to protest or even care. "Please. Make me cum. I'm so close," he blurted out in a broken cry that he was worried would alert the whole house, his head falling back against his bedframe and his eyes rolling back in his head.
You gave him a mischevious smile, jerking him off with the stroker at a reckless pace. "That's it. Make a mess for me," you softly cooed, watching his body respond.
He couldn't take anymore. He needed it. The way you spoke to him, the way you stimulated him, and how long it had been since he last finished, it was all too much. He'd reached the point of no return, his orgasm tearing through him with no mercy.
His hips involuntarily lifted from the mattress, a slew of whimpers unfurling from his parted lips. You watched a week's worth of thick, white fluid gush from his tip and fill the toy, dripping down the sides of his twitching cock and the inside of the pocket pussy as you slipped it over his length, draining him completely. "Oh, fuck."
You sat in awe, still pumping the toy back and forth until Chris was squirming and begging you to stop, his cock too sensitive to continue. You glanced down at him, a prideful and aroused feeling brewing deep within at what a mess he was.
"Holy shit. That was so hot," you managed to say, watching him try to recover.
Chris was still breathless, wiping sweat from his brow, his face bright red from exhaustion and humiliation. "Yeah, yeah. Get the fuck out," he spat back. "You better not tell anyone about the pocket pussy."
ⓘ stepbro!chris x bratty!stepsis!reader, smut, fluff (if you squint hehe), jealousy, financial domination, brat taming, dry humping, oral (m!receiving), slapping (you in the face with his cock 🤭), choking, dacryphilia, heavy degradation with a mix of praise, rough sex
"Wow. You look-" Chris stopped dead in his tracks when he caught a glimpse of you at the top of the stairs, stealing his breath away. He eyed you up and down, taking in the sight of you in that black dress he loved, and a pair of red pumps.
"I know," you smirked. He stood in awe of you, slackjawed as you floated down to the first floor. You reached out and gently caressed his freshly-shaved jawline. "You don't look so bad yourself." And you meant it. He looked hotter than you'd ever seen him.
Chris stood up a little straighter, adjusting his tie and swallowing the lump in his throat. He couldn't hide the way heat climbed up his collar or the pink blush dusting his cheeks. What the fuck's gotten into me, he wondered to himself.
Chris wasn't the type to get flustered when women oggled him the way you were right now, but you were the exception, and he could tell how badly you wanted him. It was written all over your face, that lip-bitten look you had and the hungry twinkle in your eye.
His gaze dropped to your dress again, his eyes tracing your curves in the snug fabric. You tossed your hair over your shoulder, the scent of your vanilla perfume wafting through the air, taunting him. You heard a soft sigh and a chuckle before Chris started to shift around on his feet, very clearly adjusting his slacks that were growing tighter by the second. You quickly caught wind of what was going on.
"Do you have a boner right now?" You accused him, crinkling your nose as a teasing grin swelled on your face, another thing about your features he couldn't resist.
"Fuck off," he laughed, shaking his head. "'Course I do. You kiddin' me?" He admitted, reaching out and resting a hand on your hip.
The two of you shared a brief look, the kind of eye contact that lingered, that look that somehow said everything and nothing all at once. For a moment, you wondered how you ever disliked him or thought he was an asshole.
"C'mon. I made reservations at that restaurant you like," Chris replied, catching a glimpse of the time and snaking his arm around your waist, his hand settling on the small of your back as he lead you towards the front door. "If we hurry, we can have a quickie on the way."
Poof. The moment was gone.
You stopped and stomped your foot. "Chris!" You huffed and pouted. "I want tonight to be romantic! Not just you doing the bare minimum and trying to get into my pants before we even get to the restaurant. Did you even get me a box of chocolates? Or roses?"
He gave you the first eyeroll of the night. "God, you're such a brat," he scoffed, his tone shifting. "I'm already buying you dinner at some fancy fuckin' uppity rich fuck restaurant where the sushi is like $36 a plate, already paid for the hotel room, and now you want fuckin' roses, too? What d'ya think I am? Your boyfriend?"
You'd heard him ask that a million times, but for some reason, this time, it genuinely hurt. This was an ongoing fight between the two of you. Chris didn't wanna put a label on things, and you thought it was silly not to, because whether it had a label or not, the two of you did everything together that couples did.
"Chris, you're literally taking me out on Valentine's Day," you narrowed your gaze at him, tightening your jaw. "Plus, it's not like you're fucking anyone else."
"As far as you know," he mumbled back without skipping a beat.
"What the fuck!? What's that supposed to mean?" You crossed your arms, shooting daggers at him with your eyes.
"C'mon, c'mon. We're gonna be late!" He rushed you out the door, avoiding your question.
"At least I'm not the only one then," you shrugged as you followed him out onto the porch, a contemptuous smirk creeping into your expression, knowing the comment would mess with his head. Chris stopped and whipped around.
"What? What the fuck did you just say t'me?" He asked through clenched teeth, taking a step closer to you, his nostrils flaring in anger.
"What? You can fuck other people but I can't?" You challenged him, cocking an eyebrow.
"You're paying for that comment when we get to the hotel room tonight." You saw his tensed jaw twitch in the glow of the porch light before he snatched you by the wrist and led you towards the car. You stomped down the driveway, sighing loudly enough for Chris to hear over the click of your heels hitting the pavement in annoyance.
"Get in," he demanded, his voice strict and stern. He still opened your door for you, a gesture that softened your demeanor. You climbed in, settling into your seat, and Chris shut the door behind you before circling around to the other side of the car and sliding into the driver's seat.
Before starting the car, he glanced over at you, giving you a more serious look. "Open the glove box." His voice was softer than before. You were hesitant, worried something would jump out at you or that it was some kind of setup. You narrowed your gaze at him skeptically, slowly reaching for the glove box and popping it open.
Your jaw dropped, and your heart fluttered in your ribcage when a single red rose appeared, falling out of the glove box and into your lap. You gasped, your facial features softening.
"See? I got you a rose. If ya could just be patient for five fuckin' seconds, ya wouldn't ruin your surprise and hurt your own fuckin' feelings," he gruffed in response, rolling his eyes again and starting up the car, his engine roaring to life.
"Chris, it's beautiful," you replied, holding the flower by the stem and twirling it around between your fingers, your eyes flickering between the red petals and Chris' pretty blue eyes.
"Yeah, yeah," he waved you off, placing a steady hand on the back of your headrest and peering over his shoulder as he backed out of the driveway. "Is it still a no to the quickie?"
You huffed, rolling your eyes, all the answer he needed.
"Alright, alright. I just had to check," he sighed, his hard cock fighting against the fabric of his slacks. "You're killin' me here."
The drive was quiet between the two of you, but Chris' playlist playing over the car speaker filled the empty space. You felt the subtle vibrations of the tires hitting the pavement as Chris sped down the highway, one steady hand on the steering wheel and the other gripping your thigh.
You watched out the window as the lights of the city came into view. They represented more to you than just a fun night out or being with Chris. You'd always secretly dreamed of leaving your life behind and running away to a place like this, where the nightlife is lively and you're surrounded by people who don't know your name. You craved the anonymity.
Chris found a parking spot fairly quickly, perfectly between the hotel room and the restaurant. You nervously bit down on your lip as the two of you approached the entrance, silently kicking yourself for thinking a place like this wouldn't be packed in the city on Valentine's Day.
You were just about to suggest you go somewhere else as the two of you stepped into the crowded area, but Chris went straight up to the host stand, said something to the woman at the counter, and slipped her a piece of paper or something. You couldn't quite tell.
You wrinkled your nose in confusion as the hostess walked the two of you to a booth located in the back, mostly away from the crowd. You each sat across from one other with your menus, already knowing what you were going to order.
"Wow. You made reservations?" You wondered, impressed by the fact that he'd actually planned ahead for once.
"You don't need reservations when you have $50," Chris shrugged, glancing up from his menu.
You scoffed and rolled your eyes. "So you didn't even make reservations? We drove all the way here, and you just slip the hostess a $50 and hope she seats us right away? What if she didn't?"
"Relax. She did. If she hadn't, I would have just slipped her more money," he replied as if the answer was obvious.
"That's not the point, Chris. I just wanna feel like you care and like you plan ahead-" you started, but Chris cut you off.
"You're sittin' your ass in a chair, aren't ya? We got a table right away. What's it matter how we got here? Why're ya arguin' about nothin'?" Chris snarked back, tightening his jaw, almost offended that you'd accused him of not caring even though not caring was his whole personality.
The waiter approached the table, temporarily breaking up the tension between the two of you. He introduced himself. You couldn't help but to notice he was quite handsome. "Can I get you folks something to drink tonight?"
In an attempt to get under Chris' skin, you propped your elbows up on the table, interlacing your fingers and resting them under your chin as you faced the attractive server. You batted your lashes in his direction.
"Max, was it?" You repeated his name back to him in a tender voice. "I really wanted to get some wine, but I'm torn on which one. Which is your favorite?" You could feel Chris' stare boring into you from out of the corner of your eye as you checked out the waiter.
"I really like the red cab," he replied with an uncertainty in his voice, giving you a shrug.
"A man of taste. I like that," you replied, biting down on your lip as you oggled the server. You stared directly back over at Chris who looked like he wanted to kill you as you ordered. "I'll have a bottle of the red cab. Thanks."
Chris sunk into his seat with an audible sigh, his wallet hurting from how high of a bill you were planning on ringing up tonight. "I'll just get whatever amber you have on draft," Chris said, giving the waiter a cold stare, warning him not to give into whatever game you were playing before he disappeared to go get your drinks.
"What the fuck are you doing?" Chris snarled through clenched teeth, his serious blue eyes lingering on yours.
"Just having dinner," you shrugged back, your cool demeanor pissing him off even more.
"You're such a bitch," he grumbled under his breath.
"So are you," you mouthed-off, giving him a tight-lipped smile, knowing he was plotting all the ways in his head he was going to teach you a lesson once the two of you made your way to the hotel room tonight.
Soon after, the waiter dropped off your wine bottle, corking it open. "Wow, you have such strong hands," you giggled, watching him handle the wine bottle opener, earning a kick from Chris under the table. The server chuckled nervously, placing the bottle and a glass in front of you and Chris' beer in front of him.
"Could you pour it for me?" You sweetly asked, fluttering your eyelashes at the waiter again.
"Of course, sure," he replied, picking up the fancy bottle and pouring the dark red liquid into your wine glass as you peered up at him with your doe eyes. "You guys ready to order?" He asked, unable to take his eyes off you.
Chris started to open his mouth like he was going to speak, but you cut him off before he could. "Let's see. How about two spring rolls, two egg rolls, two plates of the rainbow roll, two plates of the dragon roll, three of the shrimp tempura rolls, two of the spicy-" you started going down the menu.
Chris interrupted you, clearing his throat. "I think that's all for now."
"Chris. It's Valentine's Day," you said, putting him on the spot in front of the waiter. Chris tightened his jaw. You gave him a sly grin before finishing up, knowing he had to act a certain way because the two of you were in public. "Two of the spicy tuna rolls. Then we'll also get an order of the crab rangoons and an order of the chicken tsukune," you glanced back up at the waiter with a sultry look, shutting your menu.
"Alright, I'll go put the order in right away," he replied, a bit confused by yours and Chris' dynamic, but not caring much as long as he got tipped well.
The two of you sat quietly for a moment, intensely staring at eachother as if you were silently challenging one another to see who would crack and speak first. You held your glass of wine up to your painted lips, leaving behind a faint red lipstick stain on the rim as you sipped from it.
"Oh, you're really asking for it, aren't ya?" Chris muttered under his breath, shaking his head before taking a gulp of his beer.
"You're not being very gentlemanly tonight," you pouted from across the table at your stepbrother.
"Oh, ya think I'm not being a gentleman now? Just wait 'til ya see the way I treat ya tonight when we get to the hotel," Chris rasped back, his nostrils flaring in frustration.
Your breath hitched in your throat at his insinuation, a throbbing beginning between your legs. You studied Chris' handsome features, his sharp jawline, his freshly-shaved face, and his hair that fell perfectly in place despite the fact that he never used any product. You glanced down at the way he fiddled with his ring, admiring his veiny hands.
He could seduce you so easily. Just when you thought you hated him, he could reel you back in with just a look, and suddenly, you couldn't get enough again. As if he could read you like a book, a smirk tugged at the corner of his luscious lips. "Ya tryin' to have a quickie in the bathroom before the waiter gets back?"
"You're such a pig. I'm not having sex with you in a public restroom on Valentine's Day," you scoffed, crossing your arms over your chest despite how tempting it sounded. "Did you even book a hotel room? Or were you planning on slipping the receptionist a $50 and expecting a vacant hotel room to just magically appear?"
"Jesus. You're insufferable. Yes, I made a reservation," he replied, rolling his blue eyes, his smile fading.
The server returned with some of your plates a few minutes later. "Alright. Rest of it will be out soon. Can I get you guys anything else while you wait?"
"Do you think you could top me off?" You flirtatiously asked him, trying to make Chris jealous. "My glass, I mean," you clarified giving him a playful giggle.
"Uh, sure. Say when," the waiter responded, tipping the bottle and filling your glass with dark red liquid until it wss almost all the way full.
"Perfect! Thank you," you replied, looking Chris dead in the eye as you took a long sip.
Your server awkwardly excused himself, wandering off to go get the rest of the food.
"You're way too comfortable," Chris shook his head, his stare growing more serious the second.
"Oh, come on. I'm having so much fun. You're always the one in charge," you sulked.
"You have a real sick sense of foreplay, ya know that? You can't seriously be getting wet over that guy," Chris scowled, glancing over at your waiter as he took another table's order.
"So what if I am?" You snarked back, holding your glass to your lips and taking a gulp of wine. You weren't actually, but you were wet over making Chris think you were getting wet over another guy.
"I'm not playin' anymore. It was cute at first but now you're pissin' me off," he gruffed back, wearing a look of contempt on his face.
"Show me how pissed you are then," you teased him, cocking your head to the side.
"Why don't ya just shut your pretty little whore mouth unless you're gonna use it for somethin' better than mouthin' off, hmm?"
You were silenced for once. Your stomach turned with arousal, loving the way he knew exactly how to shut you up and put you in your place. You couldn't wait for him to get his strong hands on you once the two of you finished up.
The waiter arrived with the last of your food, the ceramic plates filled with different kinds of sushi taking up the last of the free space on the mahogany table. "Can I get you guys anything else?"
"Yeah. Hey, Max," Chris replied, jealousy pumping through his veins as he reached into his wallet and grabbed another $50. "Don't come back to the table for the rest of the night." Chris stared intensely at the server, trying to intimidate him.
"Uh, yes, sir." He didn't argue. He didn't want to. He just wanted to get far away from whatever power struggle the two of you were engaging in. He placed the checkbook down on the table in front of Chris and hurried off.
"Hey, I liked him," you replied, sticking your bottom lip out at Chris and giving him sad puppy dog eyes.
"Yeah, a little too much." Chris rolled his eyes at you in annoyance. He picked up the check, glancing at the total before glaring back over at you. "Oh, you expensive little slut."
You gave him a smile before shoving a rainbow roll into your mouth followed by a swig of your red wine. The food was delicious. You saved what you couldn't eat, planning to scarf it down over the kitchen sink in the hotel room at 2 a.m.
Chris ushered you out of the restaurant, keeping a firm grip on your arm as the two of you walked past your waiter. You gave him a flirtatious wave as you staggered out the door. "Don't fuckin' look at him," Chris growled in your ear, tightening his hold on you.
Chris marched you the few blocks to the hotel, the sexual tension raging between the two of you the entire way.
Before you knew it, the two of you were stumbling into the hotel room, Chris' hands tangled in your hair and his lips devouring yours. He shut the door behind you, roughly pushing you up against it. He pulled away to catch his breath, his blue eyes burning through you. "You were such a fuckin' whore tonight," he breathlessly whispered. "Now I'm gonna treat you like one."
His lips crashed into yours once more, his grip on your hair tightening. He tilted your head, trapping the sensitive flesh of your neck between his teeth. You softly moaned at the sensation, wrapping your legs around his waist. He lifted your heels off the floor and carried you to the bed, pulling you on top of him, your hands wandering each other's bodies with a sense of urgency.
He slithered out of his black blazer as you tugged on his tie, using it to steady you as you started grinding against him. You could feel him throbbing through the fabric of his slacks, eliciting a moan from you that vibrated against Chris' lips. His hands wandered to your waist, guiding your movements, encouraging you, your dress riding up as you straddled him, the patch on the front of your panties growing increasingly wet.
"You're such a depraved little slut," Chris rasped in your ear. "Hittin' on the waiter while you're out to dinner with me. Runnin' up the tab for no reason. This all you needed to behave? You just needed my cock?" He cooed softly.
You confirmed with a whimper as you continue humping him like a dog in heat. "Please," you begged, feeling your self-respect crumble. You reached for his belt, unbuckling it.
"Hey, not so fast," he stopped you. "If ya want me to fuck you, you're gonna have to suck it first."
You dropped to your knees in front of him, still fiddling with his belt, the buckle clanking against itself. He peered down at you lovingly, his facial features softening when he thought about how good your mouth was going to feel.
"That's it. Good girl. Good fuckin' girl," he whispered to you, cupping your face and looking into your eyes as you undid the button on his jeans, your fingers skillfully releasing his throbbing cock in a matter of seconds. You watched in awe as it sprung out of the restrictive fabric, the tip glimmering with precum that had already started to pearl at his slit. "You had your fun draining my pockets. Now you're gonna drain my cock, yeah?"
You swooned at the way he spoke to you. He wrapped his fingers around his hard length, his other hand guiding your head. He gently tapped his mushroom-shaped tip against your plump, red lips, urging you to open up. You obeyed his silent direction, parting your lips to let him in.
"Stick out that pretty tongue of yours," he ordered you, admiring the pretty sight of you kneeled down in front of him. You did as he said, and he repeated the same action, slapping the tip of his cock against your tongue, exciting every nerve ending. He groaned, slipping it into your mouth and combing your hair out of the way with his fingers.
"You're gonna suck it real good, and you're gonna say you're sorry for embarrassin' me tonight," he huskily told you, driving his tip into the back of your throat and causing you to choke before pulling it out again.
"I'm sorry," you pouted from between his legs, a mixture of your saliva and his precum already dripping down your chin.
"Sh, sh. I know you are. Little slut." He shoved it into your mouth again without warning.
Chris lifted his hips off the bed, thrusting into your mouth over and over again, your makeup starting to run the harder he fucked your face. He tipped his head back, moans spilling from his lips as he felt the inside of your soft mouth sliding up and down over every vein. He continued to plunge his hard length into your mouth with a newfound vigor, listening to the sweet sound of you gagging on him.
"Cock hungry little slut. Can't get enough, can you?" He cooed, making you take every inch and smudging your makeup. "Look at me." Your watery eyes flicked up at him, mascara-stained tears streaking down your face. He nearly melted at the sight, his cock pulsing between your lips.
He wrapped his fist around your hair, using his hand as a makeshift ponytail and forcing your head up and down. He panted heavily, every stuttered breath bringing him closer to the edge, the knot in his stomach pulling tighter with every slurp and gag from you. "Maybe I should've let the waiter take you home, so I wouldn't have to deal with your bullshit."
You moaned around his cock. His degrading words held a certain kind of power over you. You loved the shocking and demeaning things that came out of his mouth whenever the two of you fucked, especially after you'd pissed him off.
He lifted your head by your hair, and you pulled off of him with a pop. He peered down at you in the dim hotel room lighting, your mascara and eyeliner bleeding down your face and the lipstick ring that stained his shaft. "Fuck. Look at you. So pretty when you're cryin' for me," he purred, his voice growing softer, taking in the sight.
He was torn between wanting to cherish you, hold you, make love to you more passionately than he ever had and wanting to break you.
"Tell me you love me," he whispered huskily, one hand in your hair and the other wrapped around his cock, slapping it against your mascara-stained cheek.
You ached between your legs, arousal pooling in your panties at the contrast between the sweet nothings that fell from his lips and the deviant act of him rhythmically slapping his heavy length against your face while you looked up at him through your tears.
"I love you," you whispered back before he roughly shoved his cock back into your mouth, his hips thrusting off the mattress until his tip repeatedly hit the back of your throat. He threw his head back, his eyes fluttering shut as a resounding moan passed through his lips. He forced your head down more, using his hold on your hair as leverage again while he fucked your pretty little mouth.
"Good girl. You take it so fuckin' good." His cock throbbed against your lips that were perfectly stretched around him, a white-hot pleasure starting to take over. He tugged you off of him once again, a shiny strand of saliva connecting your lips to his cockhead glimmering in the light.
"Ya want me to fuck you?" He cooed softly, brushing his thumb against your cheek. You nodded eagerly from between his legs, your knees burning from the rough ground beneath you. "Gotta beg for it. And make it convincing," he smirked down at you, slowly stroking his length and feeling it pulse in his grasp.
"Please. I need it," you pleaded, your big eyes on his.
"Beg harder. C'mon. I know you can," he replied, tapping his tip on your bottom lip.
"Chris. Please fuck me. I need you," you whined, your voice growing needy. "Please."
He leaned down, tilting your chin up with a finger, his lips capturing yours again. He pulled you to your feet, and you wrapped your legs around his waist again. He spun you around in his arms, laying you down on the bed.
His hand brushed against the outside of your thigh as he hiked up your little black dress, his tongue begging entrance into your mouth. He ran his fingertips down your leg, slowly pulling off your red pumps, one by one as they clattered to the floor.
Then he slithered his hand between your thighs, roughly pulling your panties to the side and lining his swollen tip up with your entrance. He prodded around, feeling your arousal coat his cockhead, a soft moan passing through his lips.
"Fuck. You're soaked," he commented, finding your hole and brutally entering you. You could feel your walls flutter around his length as he started to move inside of you. "Tell me it's all mine," he rasped into your ear under his shallow breath.
"It's all yours, Chris. All yours," you managed to get out, your back arching off the soft mattress beneath you. Your eyes rolled back into your head as he picked up the pace, the strokes, long and deep. His lips latched onto a sensitive part of your neck, suckling on your flesh. Moans unfurled from your lips as your nails dug at the long-white sleeved dress shirt he wore on his back. He smirked against the crook of your neck at how effortlessly he could have you crumbling beneath him.
"Take it. Take it like the depraved little slut you are," he told you, using every ounce of willpower to keep him from cumming on the spot. His words coupled with his cock driving into you at a relentless pace had your pussy drooling and softly squelching around him.
You clawed at his shirt again, your nails dragging down his back through the fabric. He pulled back for a moment, his thrusts slowing as he loosened his tie and started to undo his white button down. You peered up at him, admiring his chest and his arms in the low lighting as he tugged the fabric off.
He reached down, placing two fingers on opposite sides of your throat, restricting your airway as he started to pound into you again, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room.
You could feel pressure building in your lower belly, threatening to unravel you any minute now. You let out a strangled moan that was muffled by the way Chris was pressing on your throat, tears flowing freely from your eyes at how wonderful it felt.
You looked into his perfect blue eyes that looked just as glossed over as yours, his brows furrowing together in a look of sheer bliss. His jaw hung slack, groans and pants pouring from his lips. He looked beautiful and the sight was alone was enough to push you over the edge.
Your back bowed off of the bed once more, your legs shaking and your muscles spasming. You clenched around his thick cock, driving him over the edge seconds later. Like a wave crashing down over both of you, you and Chris succumbed to the sensation, allowing it to wash over you and pull you under its intensity.
He smirked down at you, his cock twitching inside of you and pumping you full of his silky white seed. The orgasm was powerful and earthshattering. He collapsed onto you, heaving as he tried to call his breath back to him. You stared up at the ceiling, struggling to focus your eyes as you tried to recover with him still pulsing inside of you.
"So much for romance," you chuckled, seeing stars still.
Chris laughed, pulling out of you and finally pulling himself to his feet. He wandered off to the bathroom, grabbing a towel and wetting it, so you could clean the ruined makeup off your face. "Hey, this is romance for us."
dividers by @/uzmacchiato
a/n: thank you for reading 🌹 happy valentine's day!
ⓘ stepbro!chris x bratty!stepsis!reader, stepcest (don't like? don't read), sex chocolate, teasing, choking, edging, finger sucking, dubcon (if you squint), counter sex, creampie, almost getting caught
You couldn't help but laugh when Chris told you he was participating in No Nut November. "No way. Not a chance in hell you're making it the whole month!" You shook your head in disbelief at him, your lips curling into a skeptical grin.
"I'm gonna try," he responded, his voice sounding genuine. "I was listening to this podcast -"
"Wait. You're being serious?" You wrinkled your brow at him, wondering who the hell this man was and what he'd done with your horn dog of a stepbrother who couldn't even get to sleep at night without jerking off first.
"Yeah, I mean. How hard can it be?"
You'd made it your goal ever since to make him fail.
Especially because he wasn't going to leave you high and dry for an entire month.
You'd heard about sex chocolate, and you'd always been a bit curious about it, so you figured now was the perfect time to test out if it actually worked or not.
You were in the kitchen one November night, reading Romeo & Juliet at the dining room table, the bowl of chocolates sitting in front of you, each one neatly wrapped. Chris walked in through the front door, headphones on and a basketball under his arm, his skin glistening with sweat.
His gaze landed on you, his intense blue eyes traveling over your soft thighs that were peeking out of your shorts and the tiny top you were wearing that barely covered your midriff.
"Jesus. Would it kill ya t'put some damn clothes on?" He snapped at you, rolling his eyes and taking off his headphones, assuming your outfit was some ploy to trap him.
You smirked, knowing your outfit was just the start of it.
You didn't even have to bait him. The next thing he did was dip his hand into the bowl of chocolates that sat in front of you. "Careful. Those are aphrodisiac chocolates," you told him, giving him a smug look as he unwrapped the candy.
"What? Is that like fancy chocolate or somethin'?" He wondered aloud before popping it into his mouth, rolling the foil wrapping between his fingers and tossing it back into the bowl.
"Something like that," you replied, closing your book. You stood up from your chair, noticing the bit of melted chocolate on Chris' fingertip. "Here. Let me get that."
You took Chris' hand, holding his pointer finger up to your lips, taking it into your mouth, and slowly sucking the chocolate off while you looked into his blue eyes. His pink lips parted in pleasure, his eyebrows pinning together. It had been weeks since he'd gotten off, and he could already feel that burning desire start in his lower stomach as you kept going longer than necessary.
You took his finger a bit deeper, humming around his knuckle as you slowly moved your head back and forth. It took everything in him to fight against the urge to rip your clothes off and fuck you right there on the dinner table.
"I know what you're trying to do," he said, his voice stern and unforgiving as he shook his head, "and it's not gonna work this time." He used all his willpower to stop you, pulling his finger out of from behind your plump lips.
Little did he know, he'd already fallen into your trap, and the chocolate was about twenty minutes from taking effect.
"Suit yourself," you shrugged, snagging your novel from off the table, tucking it under your arm, and pushing past him with a devious look in your eye. Chris wrinkled his nose at you in confusion, fully expecting you to try harder and almost a little disappointed when you didn't.
He watched you saunter out of the kitchen, glancing back at your long legs and your perfectly-shaped ass, already hard from the way you'd sucked on his finger. "Shit," he quietly whispered under his breath, wiping his sweaty palms on the front of his sweatpants as he tried to settle his nervous system.
He wandered into the living room, collapsing down onto the couch in front of the TV, still determined to finish out No Nut November on a high note and ignore the nagging between his legs.
He flicked through various channels, bouncing his restless leg as he tried to keep his mind off of you. However, he kept finding himself circling back. He remembered the way your lips felt around his knuckle, your tongue softly caressing the tip of his finger and sending an electric feeling through him.
He felt his cock twitch against the cotton fabric as he struggled to push the thought of you away. He sighed, closed his eyes, and sank further into the couch, but all he could see playing out in the inside of his eyelids was you on your knees in front of him, his resolve starting to break.
His heart hammered away in his ribcage, his body temperature rising, and his breath growing heavy. He felt all the same responses he'd feel if he were just naturally turned on, and he attributed the intensity of it to it being a couple weeks since the last time he'd gotten off.
He groaned, shut off the TV, and shot back up from the couch, pacing around the room, his mind swirling with the thought of you.
He spent several minutes trying to distract himself from his growing erection until he decided to head upstairs and take a shower. He stood under the warm water, letting it cascade over him, his sinful thoughts creeping back in, making it nearly impossible for him to keep his hands off of himself.
He quickly soaped himself up and rinsed himself off, spending less than five minutes in the shower, worried his hands would wander if he spent much longer in there. He persevered despite the fact that his arousal was now all-consuming.
Several minutes later, you came downstairs for a glass of water, stopping dead in your tracks when you saw Chris standing in the kitchen with his wet hair in nothing but a towel draped around his waist. He was standing in front of the bowl of chocolates, examining the wrapper.
His intense blue eyes darted up at you, darkening, his jaw clenched. "Libido enhancing?" He asked, pointing at the label.
"I told you. They're aphrodisiac chocolates," you smirked, crossing your arms over your chest.
"You know I don't know what that word means!" He exclaimed, a look of betrayal carved into his features. "You gave me sex chocolate?"
"I didn't give it to you. That's what you get for taking a chocolate without asking me," you retorted, your gaze flickering down to his 'v' lines that poked out of the top of his white towel.
"Bitch," Chris snarled, his fists clenched at his sides.
You arched an eyebrow and offered a half-hearted shrug, your smug smirk peeking through your expression. "Whatcha gonna do about it?"
Chris bolted toward you, picking you up and throwing you over his shoulder. You squealed, squirming around in his grasp. "Put me down!" You pounded your fist against his muscular shoulder, secretly loving the way he handled you.
He carried you over to the island countertop, roughly sitting you down on the edge of the granite, his lips brushing against your ear as he whispered, "Think ya can just get me all riled up like that? Nah, you're gonna take care of it now, too."
He pulled back, his piercing blue eyes locked onto yours as he forced your legs apart with his strong hands. You let him. Your eyes fluttered shut and your lips curled into a smile as he slipped his fingers into your shorts and panties, pulling you closer to the edge by your undergarments and roughly tugging them to the side.
You heard his towel fall to the floor with a heavy thud.
Chris snaked his fingers around his thick, veiny cock that was practically begging for relief. He swiped his thumb over his sensitive, pink tip, smearing precum around and shuddering at the sensation. He slowly pumped his length, twisting his wrist as he neared the head, his cock throbbing in his hand.
The guttural moan that passed through his lips gave you goosebumps.
Chris positioned himself between your legs, repeatedly slapping the tip of his cock against your pussy and hissing through his teeth. He slowly bucked his hips forward, dragging the underside of the head through your slick folds, teasing you both.
You could feel every ridge and vein as his cockhead gently brushed over your clit again and again, creating a wonderful friction and making you suddenly aware of how empty you were.
Without further warning, Chris abruptly shoved his cock inside of you, soothing the ache. Your jaw dropped, and you let out a strangled moan as you stretched around him, your legs instinctively opening wider for him. Every last inch sank into your warm cunt before he snapped his hips back and forward again, slamming into you. You felt completely full.
"So warm... so wet... so soft," he described how you felt between his faltering, ragged breaths, his heart stuttering in his chest as he dragged his length in and out of you.
Another desperate sound fell from your pouty lips, your fingertips curling around the edge of the countertop. "I missed your cock so bad."
"I know," he smirked, coiling the fingers of his free hand around your throat and pulling you closer to him, his blue eyes boring into you. "Poor thing." He gave you a fake pout, his voice saturated with faux sympathy, his gaze darkening.
He leaned in and roughly captured your lips with his own. You immediately melted into his hungry kiss, allowing him to slip his tongue into your mouth. Your whole body softened, giving into him. He took your bottom lip between his teeth, biting down on it hard enough to bruise.
You pinned your eyebrows together in a look of pleasure and pain, feeling his grasp tighten around your neck as the rhythm of his strokes picked up, each one hitting deep. You wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him closer like having him inside you wasn't enough.
You moaned into his mouth, your lip vibrating against his. He continued his thrusts, drilling into you harder as the sounds you made encouraged him. You could feel the familiar sensation starting in the pit of your stomach, the warmth spreading through your lower abdomen.
"Gettin' close?" He mumbled in between kisses. "I can feel ya squeezin' me." You opened your mouth to speak, but instead a strangled moan fell from your lips, earning a devious smile from Chris who could tell you were only seconds away from finishing.
You could tell he was close as well - the way he was pumping into you faster and harder, the feeling of his cock pulsing inside of you, and the strong hold he had you in by your throat.
The sounds of the two of you breathing heavily, moaning uncontrollably, and sloppily making out filled the room accompanied by the wet sounds of him fucking into your drooling hole with reckless abandon. You could feel yourself start to tremble, your orgasm nearing.
Your knuckles started to turn lose color from gripping the counter so tightly, trying to keep yourself anchored.
Chris kept up his rough pace, feeling his knees grow weak as he pumped you full of his hot, sticky cum. You felt his cock twitch inside of you, sending you over the edge. The two of you came in unison, your walls fluttering around him, sucking him in, and milking him dry as he mounted you.
"Fuck," he mumbled under his breath once he pulled away from the kiss. He slowed his thrusts, pulling out of you and watching as a mixture of his fluids and yours dripped out of you and onto the kitchen floor. You both smiled down at the mess he made inside of you, his hard cock still bobbing just a few inches from your entrance.
The two of you didn't get to recover from the aftermath of the incredibly hot counter sex you'd just had before you heard the familiar sound of two car doors shut in the driveway. "Shit!" You exclaimed, hopping off the counter and diving for the bowl of sex chocolates on the kitchen table.
Chris scrambled to wipe the drop of cum off the floor with his towel, the two of you quickly disposing of any and all evidence of what you'd just done. Adrenaline pumped through your veins, knowing you had about thirty seconds to make it look like you were doing anything else than what you were doing.
You bounded up the stairs, Chris following closely behind, the two of you fleeing the scene before his mom and your dad came walking through the front door...
a/n: i'm sorry it took me so long to put this one out /: just pretend i released it a month ago pls when nnn was still relevant
🖤 content warning: 🖤 smut, heavy step sibling kink, degradation/praise, dirty talk, thigh riding, unprotected sex, dick riding
🖤 summary: 🖤 when you find out that chris has a date, you find yourself getting incredibly jealous, so you do everything you can to keep him from going
hiiii it's @ariestrxsh ! this is my second account. if you're not into the whole stepcest thing, do not read further ! if you're my mom, god, or chris sturniolo, do not read further !
dividers by: @/strangergraphics
holdyourbreath
chapters: | 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 |
"Holy shit. You actually look nice for once!" You jeered at the rare sight of your stepbrother in a long-sleeved black button-down and matching slacks as you walked past him room. "Yeah, don't get used to it," Chris retorted back, cuffing his sleeves. Your gaze lingered on his long, thin fingers and the prominent veins in his hands as he adjusted his tie, tightening it around his neck.
"Where are you going?" You wondered, leaning up against his doorframe in a white tank top and silky pajama bottoms. You couldn't take your eyes off him, warmth pooling between your thighs. You'd never seen him get dressed up like this, and the two of you had been to a funeral together.
"Wouldn't you like to know?" Chris smirked, dodging your question as he peered at his reflection in the mirror. "What are you being so secretive for? Just tell me," you replied, taking a few steps closer to him. He ignored you.
You caught a whiff of something that had notes of cedar and some kind of spice you vaguely recognized. You tugged on his black tie to pull him closer to you, pressing your nose up against his collar. "Chris. Are you wearing cologne?" You asked him, furrowing your brow. It really wasn't like him to put any effort into his appearance, never mind his scent.
"I'm going on a date, alright? Now, can you scram and let me finish getting ready?" Chris waved you away, smoothing out his tie. "So, when you fuck me, you wear your sweaty shirt you played basketball in, and when you're trying to fuck another girl, you get dressed up all nice, huh?" You sneered, shoving him. There was a bit of real anger behind it.
"Woah. Who said anything about me fucking her? This is our first date," Chris told you, defensively throwing up his arms. "So, you're going on a date, and you don't even know if you're gonna get laid!?" You asked, raising your voice.
You didn't know what hurt worse - the idea of Chris fucking another woman or the idea of him going on a romantic date with another woman. You felt your heart sink as you imagined him holding the door open for her, paying for her dinner, and kissing her goodnight.
"C'mon. Don't get all weird on me," Chris sighed, rolling his eyes. "Do I know her?" You asked, crossing your arms and praying that the answer was no. His lips curled into a shit-eating grin, "maybe."
"Chris. Please. Answer me. Do I know her? Please tell me it isn't one of my friends," you whined, tugging on his sleeve and begging for answers. "Don't worry about it, huh? What's it matter if you know her or not? What do you care?" He snarked back, knowing his vague answers were driving you crazy.
"Chris.. don't go," you begged, pushing him onto his bed and climbing on top of him to straddle his thigh. "Are you trying to get me to fuck you before my date?" He smirked at you as you started to loosen his tie. "Not before. Instead of," you giggled, starting to unbutton his dress shirt.
"You're such a little fuckin' slut. You know that? What am I supposed to tell my date when I show up late to pick her up? That I needed to give my stepsister some first?" Chris snarled at you, grabbing your hands to keep you from tugging at his buttons.
"Tell her you can't make it tonight. Please, please, please," you whispered, taking his earlobe between your teeth and gently nibbling on it as you rolled your hips forward, grinding against his leg. "Don't go. I need you."
Your begging sent blood rushing below Chris' waist. It was getting harder and harder for him to resist you. He peered over your shoulder at the reflection of you two in his full-length mirror. "I've gotta leave soon. You can't do this to me right now," Chris protested, but he was smiling to himself, watching the way your ass poked out of the bottom of your silky shorts.
You could feel his cock growing hard beneath you and beginning to struggle against the tight black fabric. "Are you sure you want me to stop?" You purred, pulling your tank top off over your head. His eyes dropped to your breasts, his expression softening as he admired them.
"I have to leav-" Chris repeated, but you cut him off, pressing your lips against his, your tongue begging for entrance into his mouth as you rubbed up against his leg like a dog in heat, your drooling cunt soaking through your shorts. "You don't get to put on this sexy outfit and tease me, and then go fuck some other bitch," you whined into his mouth, your voice laced with envy.
"You're so hot when you're jealous," he whispered to you. "I'm not jealous," you denied his accusation. "Mhmm," he hummed in a dismissive tone that let you know he didn't believe you one bit.
You unbuttoned his shirt the rest of the way, placing your palms against his chest and feeling his heart thump away at a faster pace. "You're actin' like such a slut right now. Really need it that bad, huh?" Chris muttered under his breath, starting to slip his arms out of his button up. "No. The tie and the shirt stay on," you replied, stopping him from taking his clothes off the rest of the way.
He smirked and let out a small chuckle. "What? Y'like the way I look in a suit?" He wondered aloud, moving his hands to your waist. "I fucking love it. You have no idea how much it's turning me on right now," you whispered into his ear before you started trailing kisses down his jawline towards his neck, your hands lingering on his rapidly rising and falling chest as you continued grinding against him.
"Fuck. You're ruining my slacks, ya little slut," Chris growled, staring down at the wet spot you left on his thigh from riding it. "What are you gonna do about it?" You cooed, giving him a cheeky smile as you grabbed his bulge that was straining against them.
"I'm gonna fuck you senseless. You're practically beggin' for it. Take these fuckin' things off," Chris rasped, looking intensely into your eyes and tugging at the waistband of your shorts. You stood up and slipped out of the last of your clothing.
Chris watched in awe, pulling his aching cock out of his pants as your panties fell to the floor around your ankles before you stepped out of them. "C'mon. Come ride your stepbrother's cock," Chris demanded, stroking himself as he smirked at you and getting himself fully hard. You watched the way his hand pumped over his swollen tip, a bit of precum pooling at his slit.
"You're so fucking disgusting," you replied, climbing on top of him to straddle him again. "You're the disgusting one," Chris started to say as he lined himself up with your entrance, "because I think you fuckin' like it when I say shit like tha - oh my god," he groaned as your pussy engulfed his tip.
And you did. You couldn't get enough of the way Chris talked to you - degrading you, telling you what to do, reminding you that he was your stepmom's son. You loved how wrong it all was, and so did he.
He let out a relieved sigh as you slid down his length, watching the way it disappeared into you in the reflection. He admired the way you started to arch your back as your walls fluttered around him, stretching around him and sucking him in.
His hands traveled to your tits, his thumbs brushing against your stiffening nipples before he pinched them. You squealed in delight. He leaned in, taking your supple breast into his mouth as his blue eyes stared up at you. "Oh, Chris. Feels so good," you moaned, tossing your head back as his tongue flitted around on your sensitive nipples, suckling on them.
You grabbed onto his tie to stabilize yourself as you started bouncing up and down on him. He let out a guttural moan with your tit still in his mouth, the vibrations of his pink lips adding to the sensation. The two of you were already panting, fucked out expressions on each of your faces as you both chased your sweet relief.
He released your tit from his mouth with a small pop from all the suction he'd created. Chris' hands slowly slithered down the small of your back, wandering to your ass as he watched it jiggle in the mirror every time you came down on his cock with all of your body weight. His fingertips gently glided over your warm skin, making you shudder under his touch.
"Filthy little slut. Ya take it so fuckin' well," he growled as he delivered a harsh smack on your left cheek while you were riding him, causing you to arch your back again and call his name out in pleasure. He loved how reactive you were. He delivered another powerful slap. And another.
His hands firmly gripped your ass, and he started bouncing you up and down on his length a little faster. You could feel every vein, every ridge, and every subtle twitch of his perfect cock as he drove it in and out of you.
His glazed over blue eyes were locked on yours, his brows pinched together, and his pouty lips parted in a look of pure ecstasy. You started to exaggerate the movement of your hips, massaging his cock with your velvety walls. "Fuck," he moaned in satisfaction as you rhythmically grinded on him.
Your knees were growing weak, and your quads were aching, but the way Chris looked at you, his expression saturated in pleasure with a slight look of desperation in his eyes, motivated you to keep going. "Good girl.. don't stop.." He whispered, his gaze locked on yours.
He reached up and gently caressed your face, the pad of his thumb making slow circles on your cheek before he brushed up against your bottom lip. "So fuckin' pretty when you're on the edge like that," Chris purred, recognizing how close you were getting.
You parted your lips, taking his thumb into your mouth. Chris let out a soft moan as he felt your tongue swirl around it, pushing it in further. You sucked on his thumb for a few minutes, sending waves of pleasure through his body and straight to his cock.
Chris slipped his thumb out of your mouth and gripped your hips tightly, holding you in place while he pounded into you from beneath you. "Chris," you hissed through your teeth as he slammed into your cervix over and over, bottoming out in you and bringing you each closer to the edge as you slumped into him.
"Can't.. take it.. gonna cum," you whimpered, clenching your thighs around his waist as the knot in your stomach threatened to snap. You wrapped your arms around his neck, digging your nails into his back through his black button up as you bit down on his shoulder. "I love having such a slut for a stepsister," he cooed into your ear. "Gonna cum for me like the little slut you are?"
"Oh, my god! Chris!" You practically shouted, your whole body trembling. The two of you finished in unison, your cunt clenching around his throbbing cock, milking him for all he was worth as he pumped you full of his load. He peered into the mirror as you coated his cock in your fluids, watching the way the mixture dripped down his shaft.
You threw your head back again, your eyes rolling to the back of your head as your whole body tightened. Your orgasm hit you like a series of cascading waves, nearly knocking you down and pulling you into the undertow. Dopamine coursed through your body, pleasure flooding your system as you climaxed.
As you came down, your riding slowed to a halt. Chris breathlessly chuckled into your ear, helping you off of him. As you stood to your feet, your knees wobbling, his cum spilled out of you and dribbled onto his spent cock and the crotch of his slacks. "Shit," he whispered, peering down at the mess as he reached for a dirty shirt to clean it up with.
"Oops. I guess you can't wear these on your date tonight after all," you smugly stated, pulling your shorts and your tank top back on as you glanced down at the cum stain on the front. "I'm not going on a date," Chris responded, tucking himself away and rising to his feet.
You threw your arms around his neck, pulling him into a tight hug. "Thank you, thank you, thank you. Thank you for agreeing to stay home with me," you replied, refusing to loosen your grip on him. "No, I mean. There never was a date to begin with," he admitted, a smirk playing on the corner of his mouth.
"What!?" You asked, releasing him from your grasp as you glared at him. "I lied. I just wanted to see your reaction if you thought I was going on a date. You like me," he accused you, narrowing his perfect blue eyes at you.
"What? No, I don't. You're just a good lay. That's all," you nonchalantly shrugged, rolling your eyes. "You were begging me not to go. I don't think I've ever seen you so desperate," he teased you. "Fuck you," you snarled, pressing your finger firmly into his chest. "You're fucked up for playing with my feelings like that."
"And you're fucked up for begging your stepbrother to fuck you," he smugly responded, raising an eyebrow and grinning devilishly at you. "Fuck, if I had any idea how you'd react, I would've put that stupid suit on sooner."
🖤 summary: 🖤 chris gets caught jerking off with your underwear in the bathroom while he thinks you're at work! but he's not gonna let you get away with just watching.
back at it again with another filthy, nasty, sexy smut - please don't read if stepcest isn't your thing !
It was a quiet Monday around 8 p.m., and the sun was fading in the distance, bathing your hometown in a soft twilight glow. You were working another late night at the diner, rolling silverware and waiting for it to pick up.
Meanwhile, Chris was home alone with his dirty thoughts. It wasn't long after he'd started fantasizing about you that he found himself standing in front of the sink upstairs in your shared bathroom, a pair of your silky underwear wrapped around his cock.
He'd tried to wait until the end of your shift, but he'd lost the battle this particular evening. He needed release now.
One hand was firmly gripping the edge of the granite countertop while the other was fiercly pumping his length back and forth with the soft fabric of your panties. The hem of his Nine Inch Nails shirt was clenched in between his teeth as he held it out of his way.
His vision was fixed on the way the red silk slipped easily over the tip of his cock, triggering a bit of clear fluid to leak out of his slit. He stared down at the wet spot he left on the front of your panties, a textured whimper escaping his lips.
Chris was usually tough and dominant in bed, but when it came to his solo sessions with your lingerie, he was a trembling, moaning mess at the mercy of his own willpower which was about as flimsy as the fabric of your panties.
His eyebrows furrowed in pleasure as he started to thrust his hips forward, rutting his sensitive tip into the folds of the material. The sensation of the smooth, silky material against his swollen head caused him to release the hem of his shirt, his jaw falling open as he tipped his head back. More delighted sounds poured from his succulent lips.
He stroked himself through the fabric of your panties, his cock twitching in response as his thumb grazed the most tender spot. His gaze dropped back to the way he was working his hand back and forth, using your panties to elevate every touch.
"That's it. Take it like a little fuckin' slut," he groaned, imagining the material were you - your velvety mouth, your warm cunt, your perfect ass, even the space between your breasts. His mind was flooded with thoughts of you.
He recalled the first time he saw you in these specific panties. It was right after you'd moved in. It was long before the two of you had ever slept together. You were laying on your bed with your feet kicked up, reading a book, and the red silk was poking out from under your black leather skirt that was beginning to ride up.
When you'd noticed him staring between your legs in your mirror, you'd whipped your head around with a disgusted look on your face, rolling your eyes and tugging your skirt over the red material. "Stop staring at me like that. I'm your sister," you'd snarked.
"Stepsister," he had corrected you with a smirk. You'd given him a scorned expression and scoffed in response to his gross comment.
The fact that you'd been so repulsed by him had turned him on even more. He'd shuffled off to his room with an aching erection after that to furiously masturbate to the idea of you in nothing but those panties sprawled out on his bed.
It was the first time he'd gotten off to the thought of you. He'd vowed ever since that night that he was going to get his hands on those pretty panties of yours and keep them for himself. He hoped they wouldn't be missed after snatching them from your underwear drawer.
It was several months later now, and Chris had managed to keep his little secret without you noticing they were gone. That was, until today.
Little did Chris know, the entire time he'd been leaned over the bathroom sink, getting himself off with your panties, you'd been standing a few feet away while you watched him in the reflection of the mirror through a crack in the door.
Due to the slow night at work, you'd been cut two hours early from your shift. When you'd pulled up and seen that Chris was the only person home, you'd decided to sneak up on him, maybe give him a jump scare. What you didn't expect to be met with was the scene playing out in front of you.
A smirk curled across your lips as you leaned up against the banister, your eyes fixed on Chris and the way he pumped himself back and forth, moaning like a little bitch. The pleasure he felt was evident on his face, desire inscribed into his features.
He started to pant, staring down at the silky red fabric draped around his perfect mushroom-shaped tip. He could feel all his muscles contracting, the veins in his arm popping out, and the coil in his stomach threatening to snap.
"Mmm. Fuck," he quietly mumbled under his shaky breath in his vulnerability, completely unaware of the audience he had. "Don't stop." His voice was taking on a whiny tone, his chest rising and falling more rapidly with every breath.
You continued to watch silently in awe of him, admiring how he looked and sounded. You squeezed your thighs together, the sight going straight to your clit.
Suddenly, Chris' eyes flicked up to meet yours in the mirror, immediately bringing his strokes a stop. "Shit!" He said, his cheeks turning pink at the fact that he'd been caught in the act. His cock pulsed in his grasp.
He'd never admit it out loud, but he secretly liked the way your eyes were glued to him.
"No wonder I haven't seen those in a minute," you chuckled, crossing your arms over your chest and raising an eyebrow as your gaze fell to the red silk that was still wrapped around his cock.
"You've just been watchin' me? For how long?" He barked as he turned around to face you, running his fingers through his hair, completely breathless.
"Long enough," you smirked, taking a few steps closer to him.
"That all you gonna do? Watch?" Chris growled, still holding his cock in his hand.
"Maybe," you replied, flicking your eyes back up to meet his.
"Yeah? We'll see about that," he replied in an ominous tone. "Get into the bathroom and start stripping. Now," he demanded.
You looked at him with wide eyes, nodding as you did as you were told. You stepped into the bathroom, kicking off your shoes, untying your apron, and starting to undo your belt. Chris closed the door behind the two of you as your clothes landed in a pile at your feet. He took off his t-shirt, discarding it onto the floor as well.
You were still unbuttoning your black top when Chris lunged forward, taking your panties and stuffing them into your mouth. The taste of his precum on the fabric lingered on your tastebuds.
He hooked his arms around your waist, propping you up on the edge of the sink as he ripped your buttons open the rest of the way. His soft lips grazed your neck as he started to kiss your sensitive skin, his hands prying open your legs.
You bit down on the silky material between your teeth as Chris ripped the pair of the panties you were wearing off, the sound of tearing fabric filling the otherwise quiet house. He wasted no time before he slid his cock inside of you with an animalistic groan.
"You naughty little thing. You get all wet just from watchin'?" He cooed into your ear between his staggered breaths. He roughly cupped your breast in his right hand as he started to rhythmically rock his hips, pinching your nipple through your bra and making you cry out, your moans muffled by the panties stuffed in your mouth.
"Sh, sh, sh," he hushed you, his thrusts never faltering. "Just take it."
You hooked your arms around his neck, pinning your eyes shut as you nodded. He continued to fuck you brutally, hips snapping forward and bruising the insides of your thighs.
His face was buried in the crook of your neck, the aroma of your strawberry-scented shampoo filling his senses. He deeply inhaled, cherishing how good you smelled despite having worked all day. You could already feel yourself tightening around him, dragging your acrylic nails across his back as you tried to hold on.
"You gonna cum on my cock already?" He chuckled, glancing at the reflection of your body in the mirror, appreciating your curves. His hand found its way into your hair while the other still gripped your breast. Tears started to form in your eyes from how overwhelmed with pleasure you felt, whimpers still dampened by the silk cloth between your teeth.
"That's it. Cum all over your stepbrother's cock," Chris rasped into your ear. "I know you wanna. Can feel you squeezin' me."
His hot breath ghosted over your earlobe, sending shivers down your spine. You couldn't take anymore. The way Chris pistoned his cock into you over and over again, coupled with the seductive sound of his voice and his rough hands, had you trembling violently.
Chris felt you go limp in his arms as you finished, your body surrendering over to the intense feeling. Chris pulled away to look at you, gripping both sides of your head with his hands. Mascara-stained tears streamed down your face, making him even harder.
"So fuckin' pretty when you cry for me," he commented in a sweet-sounding tone, his eyes dropping to the red silk still waded up in your mouth that was coated with your saliva. "You think I can make you cum on my cock again before I fill up this pretty pussy?" He asked, glancing down at the messy white ring around the base of his length you'd left behind from your first orgasm.
You cried out in pleasure, nodding as Chris maintained his stamina, his thick rod pounding you over and over. You started to contract around him again, passing the point of no return. You squeezed your legs around his waist, your nails digging into the skin of his back as he pulled another orgasm from you.
This time, he couldn't hold himself back. He jolted his hips forward, burying every inch inside of your warm cunt. His cock started to twitch, his hot, thick load pumping you full as he finished, moans and profanities pouring from his lips.
The two of you stayed there for a moment, breathless and satisfied until Chris slowly pulled himself out of you. He smiled, admiring the torn fabric that still clung to your thighs. He watched his cum slowly drip out of you as you pulsed around nothing.
"Such a little fuckin' slut. Lettin' me take you whenever I want," he purred, eyes flicking back up to your flushed cheeks that were streaked in black makeup. He pulled the red, silk underwear from out of your mouth, balling it up in his fist. "I'll hold onto these, hmm?"
"Chris, I'm not gonna have any panties left if you keep doing this shit," you breathlessly chuckled.
"And I'm not gonna have any skin left," Chris joked, spinning around and glancing over his shoulder at his reflection in the mirror. Long, red marks covered his back, some of them bleeding. "I knew I shoulda tied you up or somethin'."
