𝐁𝐈𝐆 𝐃𝐈𝐂𝐊 𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐑𝐆𝐘
cw: bigdick!chris size kink, breeding kink, missionary, p in v, rough sex, dom!chris, humiliation + degradation
you sprawled back on the bed, watching him strip with that cocky little grin plastered across his face. he stood at the edge, stroking himself lazily, clearly waiting for you to beg.
instead, you smirked and tilted your head. “that’s it? all that attitude and your dick’s not even that big.”
the look on chris’s face was priceless—half disbelief, half pure irritation. his jaw tightened, eyes narrowing as if you’d insulted him—which really, you did
“not that big?” he repeated, voice dropping dangerously low. he climbed onto the bed, crawling over you until his shadow fell across your body. “you wanna run your mouth like that? fine, baby."
𝐗𝐗𝐗
you swore you’d gotten used to him, but every time chris pushed in, it felt like your body forgot. the stretch burned and ached, wetness spilling down your thighs as his cock forced your walls wider than they wanted to go.
your breath hitched, nails biting into his shoulders as he bottomed out, a ragged moan spilling past your lips, tears already threatening to blur your vision from the overwhelming fullness.
he groaned, deep and low, forehead pressed to yours. “god, you’re so fucking tight.” his voice carried that cocky rasp, the one that made your stomach twist. his hand spread wide over your hip, pinning you down as if you could even move.
“always act like you can take it—then you’re crying on me the second i get it in.”
you tried to glare at him, to snap something back, but it dissolved into a whimper when he rolled his hips slowly, deliberately, dragging along every inch of your slick walls, stretching you open further, his cock pressing deep like he was made to stay there, to fill you until you broke.
chris grinned at the sound. “too much?” he teased, tilting his head like he didn’t already know.
your reply was a shaky, “n-no…” but your thighs trembled around him, betraying you.
“yeah?” his smirk deepened, cruel and amused all at once. “baby, i could split you in half if i wanted.”
the words made your core clench around him, walls fluttering tight, and he felt it instantly. his laugh was breathless, smug. “oh, you like that. you like knowing you can barely take it. bet you’re already thinking about me filling you up, stuffing you full until you can’t hold anymore.”
you turned your face into the pillow, embarrassed, but his hand came up to grab your jaw, forcing you to look at him. his thumb pressed hard into your cheek, keeping your eyes on his as tears slid down your face.
“don’t hide,” he murmured, eyes dark. “i want to see you fall apart. want to watch you try to handle me.”
he pulled nearly all the way out, the drag of his length leaving you achingly empty, your walls clenching helplessly around nothing, before slamming back in, making your entire body jolt as slickness smeared down your thighs. you cried out, legs tightening around his waist instinctively, the sound breaking into a sob when he buried himself fully again, so deep you swore he was in your stomach.
chris chuckled, but it was low and breathless now, his own control starting to fray. “fuck, you’re perfect. look at you—stuffed so full you can’t even think. just a pretty little toy for me to stretch out and fill up. gonna make sure you take it all, every drop.”
tears pricked harder at the corners of your eyes, finally spilling as the overwhelming fullness made your mind go blank, your body struggling to adjust. he leaned down, his lips brushing your ear.
“say it,” he demanded, voice rough. “say i’m too big for you.”
you tried to shake your head, pride still flickering weakly, but another sharp thrust drove into you, the wet slap of skin-on-skin loud as your walls spasmed around him, tearing a broken sob from your throat. your nails raked down his back, desperate.
“chris—”
he growled, hips grinding deep, cock pressing hard against your sweet spot. “say it.”
finally, it slipped out, half-whimper, half-confession. “y-you’re too big… i can’t—fuck—”
that was all he needed. his cocky smirk returned, sharp and devastating. he kissed you, hard and claiming, before pulling back just enough to murmur against your lips, “good. now take it anyway. take it all, take my cum like you’re meant to."
and with that, his pace turned merciless, each wet thrust punching deeper, slick heat clinging to him as your walls squeezed tight around every inch—a reminder of just how much bigger he was than you could handle—yet exactly what you craved, even as tears streaked down your cheeks and your body trembled under the promise that he’d fuck you full and keep you there.
'n lets be fr we know this guy's packing...
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