#sub chris nghhhhhhhh

[lilolebambi]

"look at me." sub!chris.

warnings.ᐟ.ᐟ: #bringbackdryhumping.

You roll your hips, forcing another soft moan to slip past your boyfriend's lips. You're trying to enjoy the pretty noises he's making, but it's hard to when he's looking everywhere else but you.

You've even tried tilting his head up to make him look at you—But he just closes them. He's pissing you off.

"Chris."

"M-mhn...?"

"Look at me." He whines, ignoring you as his hips shift upwards subconsciously. "Chris," You order, "Look at me, or I'll stop." The commanding tone makes him shiver. A quiet whimper finds its way through his lips. He looks at you. For a second, then his eyes roll into the back of his head with a soft pant.

You grab locks of his hair roughly, attempting once again to make him look at you. "Chris." You stop your movements. "I— please—" He mewls.

"Not until you look at me." He shakes his head, letting out a shaky breath. "N-no.. 'M already.."

"Already...?"

He bites his lip, face flushing to a pretty shade of pink as he presses his thighs together to gain some sort of relief. He can't get the words out, too embarrassed. "Chris. C'mon."

He whimpers. "Hnggh...I'm.." He trails off, squirming underneath you, unable to get the words out. "Already....close." He admits, finally. "Don't wanna...."

Oh. Oh....? You laugh, "That's why you're not lookin' at me? You'll cum?"

He nods weakly, unable to look at you as the flush on his face darkens even more. "Don't laugh.." He whines. "Don't wanna.....not like this." He murmurs. You tilt your head at the mess beneath you, "How do you wanna cum, Chris?"

His face instantly flushes an even deeper shade of red. The question leaves him desperate and needy. "....with you..." He finally chokes out, his body shuddering as he tries to make his hips meet yours, seeking any friction he can it. "need you..."

What a mess you've reduced him to. You're proud of yourself.

You rut against him, making him throw his head back. "You wanna cum with me?" You coo, moving his hands that are grabbing at your hips above your hips, pinning them there. "...yyes— mh— god— wan' you, need you—" His words have you dripping, you're surprised you haven't left a wet spot on his boxers.

"Chris—" You gasp softly, feeling yourself get closer. "...getting so—" He thrusts up, desperately trying to get you your peak. "..think you hold on a little longer for me, Baby?" You get out despite choking on your moans.

"Yeah, yeah, gonna wait— gonna be a good boy for you—" He gasps out, barely coherent. And that's it for you. One more thrust from him, and you're done. "A-angel— c'mon, look at me—" You say breathless, "C-cant— ah—"

"Chriiiis— look at me— you can do it, Baby—" He mewls, slowly opening his eyes. You bite your lip, slowly grinding down on him as you lock eyes with him. His body thrashes under you, "Nnggghh—!" He groans, "I— hmmmf— cumming—!" Your hips meet his one last time before both of you go limp against each other. Your grip on his hands slowly loosening.

You press a soft kiss to his neck. "....good?"

"...so good." He mumbles, his voice hoarse.

tags 𝜗𝜚⋆₊˚: @inspiredangel @whore4mattsturniolo @domizzzsstuff @sosasturns @drewswife @strnilolover

[sturnsxbbyeilish]

𝐂𝐮𝐝𝐝𝐥𝐞𝐛𝐮𝐠-𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬 𝐒𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐨

warnings! : Mentions of sex, use of pet names, mentions of alcohol, nothing else i think! Fluff!

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Chris was born to cuddle. Like, genuinely—if it were a sport, he’d have Olympic gold medals by now. Loud, proud, and shameless about it, he was the kind of guy who’d pull you into a hug in front of a crowd and then refuse to let go because “you’re warm and I like you, deal with it.”

And with you? Oh, he was on another level.

When he wasn’t lighting up half the frat house and getting the entire party group-chat-level stoned, or when he wasn’t tossing you onto his mattress and making your legs shake and your face press deep into the sheets as you screamed his name so loud the walls echoed—he was cuddling.

He’d never say it to the guys, but at your place, he slept like a baby. A clingy, oversized baby who latched onto you like a koala and refused to let go

He loved sleeping at your place. Your bed was smaller, but cozier. It smelled like your shampoo and candles, not stale beer and the ghost of frat party regrets. He’d never say it out loud in front of the guys, but he’d confess it in your ear at 3AM, half-asleep: “I like it here… it’s quiet. Feels like home.”

There was just one tiny issue.

Chris didn’t cuddle—he engulfed. Full-on boa constrictor mode. You’d go to bed expecting a little snuggle, maybe some cute spooning. Instead, you’d wake up immobilized, face smushed into his chest, one leg flung over you like a human seatbelt, arm around your waist like he was afraid someone might steal you in the night.

And forget trying to escape.

You’d squirm, try to shift, maybe peel his arm off gently. But no. This man was dead weight. A heavy sleeper, built like he’d wrestled bears in a past life, and somehow even tighter in his unconscious state. Once Chris latched on, it was game over.

“You’re so comfy,” he’d mumble, lips brushing your forehead, voice raspy with sleep.

And despite the lack of circulation in your left leg and the mild suffocation, you couldn’t help but smile.

You’d sigh, trapped between suffocation and soft-boy bliss.

Because yeah, maybe he’d wrecked you earlier, face-down, gasping, unable to do anything but take whatever he gave you—and now here he was, post-chaos, snuggled up like a sweet little menace who just wanted to hold you through the night

Because even if Chris was too much sometimes—too loud, too high, too horny, too everything—when he held you like that, all wrapped up and blissed out, it was impossible not to love every second of it.

***

Currently you were in Chris’s bed, his room smelled like a highschool boys changing room, cheep cologne, sweat, and a hint of beer, but it was oddly comforting, and distinctly him.

"Chris..i can’t breathe-" you muttered, holding back a chuckle at the usually cocky Chris now acting like a baby. "Let me- move!" You chuckled.

He shook his head, not even thinking about letting you go, instead he just pulled you closer.

"’m comfy..and youre warm.." he muttered, his voice muffled by being buried neck.

"baby- I can’t-" you were cut off by chris’s soft snore, his body limp ontop of you, his face relaxed, he looked so innocent like this, absoulutly adorable.

"great.." you muttered under your breath, knowing you wouldn’t be able to move until he woke up.

You pressed a soft kiss to his forehead, mumbling a quiet "goodnight.." at that he snuggled closer, almost like he had heard you.

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[lilolebambi]

tugging.

you tug a little too hard while playing with your boyfriend's hair :(

warnings .ᐟ.ᐟ: sub chris. (i have AN ITCH.) hair pulling kink. coming in pants... use of baby once.. thas abt it

"That hurts!"

You sigh as you press another kiss to the pained boys' scalp, "I know, I know, but you keep moving."

"Sorry." He whines, trying to stop his squirming.

You love playing with your boyfriend's hair. Simply just running your hands through it or just putting it into little buns, his hair is the perfect length for it. Unluckily, he's tender headeded. He can't help but wiggle and groan whenever you tug at it—But since you like doing it so much, he lets you. You're in his bed trying your hardest to finish these buns. It's less tension than the braids you tried to do earlier.

You tug a piece of hair through the hair tie a little harder than you'd like to admit, and you know exactly what's coming. A whine, a groan—

"Mhnf..." A needy low sound slips past the boys' lips. You blink once—twice—three times, before you realize what you heard. "Chris?"

"H.. huh?"

"Did you just moan?"

He scoffs. "Wh- what...? No? What are you talking about?" You can't see his face because you're kneeling behind him, trying to put his hair into buns, but you can hear him blushing through his voice. You tug again. Harder than before.

"F..fuck." He mewls. A sound you've never heard from him. "You're moaning."

"Just... just a little bit." You smirk. "I thought you didn't like it when I pulled your hair." You yank his hair towards you, causing him to face you.

You can see the flush on his face clearly now, he's so cute like this. "Ah—! S..sometimes it hurts but this time it—" He interrupts himself with another moan as you pull his hair. "F-feels good—"

The sight is too cute. Your boyfriend becoming putty in your hands all because you're pulling his hair.

"Oh, Chris.." You coo, eyeing the bulge in his sweats. "Got all hard just from me pulling your hair, huh?" He bites his lip as he nods, embarrassed. "Yknow....I bet you could cum, just like this. Just by me pulling your hair."

His eyes widen. "What— what? N-no— I—" The gasp that exits his body as you tug his hair makes your core ache. You let go of his hair and push him down by his chest, "I bet you can, Chris. Don't you wanna make more of those pretty noises for me?" You tilt your head at him. "B... but I need your hand." He mumbles. "Oh c'mon, you don't need my hand." You straddle him, "You just need me to make you feel good, and I'm doing that, aren't I?"

You tug harder than you ever have before, making Chris let out the most pathetic yet hottest sound you've ever heard from him. His eyes roll back. "Fu—fuck— shit—!"

"See? Don't need me to touch you down here," You teasingly trace the outline out of his bulge through his sweats, making him cry out. "Just need me pull your hair a little bit."

His hips lift off the bed. "N-needa cum— Baby, please I needa cum!" You tug his hair one last time. "Cum for me, Chris."

"Fuccccck— fuckfuckfuck!" He crys out as he comes, louder and harder than he has ever had before. You lean down and capture his lips, trying to avoid a noise complaint.

A string of saliva connects you as you pull away.

"Y... you're so mean." He whines, covering his face.

no tags cause i wrote #forME.

[lilolebambi]

CALLING PUPPY!CHRIS "BUNNY."

It was just a joke, really. You just wanted to see what he would do.

You didn't expect him to grovel at your feet, Well, you did. Just not like this. He's been sitting on knees all day, following you around everywhere, that damn pout never disappearing from his face.

Your eyes soften at the sight before you, your hand treading through his messy hair. "Chris.."

He cuts you off with a sharp whine. God, you should've never done this. "I said—" He full on whimpers this time, looking up at you with those big ole eyes of his. "Y'said m a bunny." He pouts even more. It's like he's recalling the moment in his mind.

"Bunny." You call out, and Chris pays no mind to it. Stuffing his face with more chips dead focused on the movie you put on in the living room until you tug on his hair. "Wha?" He tilts his head, "Bunny."

His bottom lip juts out. "What...?" You giggle, "I wanted to see if you'd respond to it." He blinks at you, a soft whine leaving him. "M' your puppy." He murmurs, wiping off his hands and crawling towards your spot on the couch. "Not a bunny."

His face nuzzles into your lap as he babbles on and on about being a puppy, your puppy. "Mama's sorry, okay?" You reassure him, "She didn't mean it."

He ignores your words, still mumbling to himself.

Now you're here, desperately trying to figure out how to get your boyfriend to get out off the floor.

"Puppy... c'mon, I said I'm sorry." You coo, subtly moving your leg against his crotch. "Didn't mean it all, baby..." You stroke his cheek, feeling the way he rocks against your leg.

He turns red when you lock eyes, "Don't even remember what you were mad about, hm?" He nods, trying to hump your leg. "I know, puppy, I know..." Your thumb plays with his bottom lip, "Can't think about anything else but cumming... poor baby..." You purr, your thumb pushing past his lips.

"I'll do all the thinking for you, don't worry."

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i said you'll see ! :) bunny!matt ver otw🤸‍♂️🤸‍♂️🤸‍♂️ ... puppy!chris while humping your leg btw!

[lilolebambi]

no chill by partynextdoor. sugarbaby!chris.

warnings.ᐟ.ᐟ: MEAN reader! slapping. masochist chris. dacryphilia. sub!chris. coming untouched. thas it.

"I— mso— sorry!" He cries out, tears trickling down his face. You slap him again, making the already red mark on his face even redder. "Don't lie to me."

He whines, hips bucking for any friction you'll give him while he attempts to grab at the sheets with the pink, fuzzy handcuffs you put on him. "P-promise! Promise! M' so sorry miss—"

You scoff. "I thought you could handle meeting my friends, but clearly, you can't if the first you do when you're of my sight is flirt with anyone with a pulse." You slap him once again. "Bet that girl from the club doesn't know you're a little bitch in bed, huh?" Chris looks downright, filthy right now. Glassy eyes and spit, dribbling down his chin. Cock twitching and leaking at your every word. How sinful.

"Wan... wanted your attention," Whimpering as he watches you raise your hand. "barely looked at me the whole night talking to your friends."

Your jaw clenches. "That's your excuse?" He gulps. "That's the reason you decided to be a slut in front of them? Was me taking you to Prada earlier, not enough for you?" He shakes his head fearfully. "Nonono— I—"

"Ungrateful, disobedient, little fucking—" Each word that files out your mouth is equal to another slap on the trembling man's face. "Brat. That's what you are, Chris." You roll your as you watch his hips shift upwards. "Cant even punish you. You get off on this shit."

He lets out a whine that turns into a gasp, spurts of cum shooting out of cock all over his stomach and the sheets as his eyes roll back.

He curls into himself, panting. "Ma— ma'am—"

"Are you serious?" You push him over, straddling him. "Did I say you could cum?"

"Imsorry— m' sorry—" He cries out. "M' so sorry it'll never happen again miss—" You tilt your head at the sight beneath you, "I-I'll be so good from now on— listen to everything you say—" He chokes on a sob, you carress the face you've been so harsh to.

"Learned that being stupid little slut doesn't get you anything?" You coo, "Mhm!" He nods with everything in him.

tags 𝜗𝜚⋆₊˚: @inspiredangel @whore4mattsturniolo @domizzzsstuff @sosasturns @drewswife @strnilolover

a/n: m literally gonna cum. my tip sticky.

[lilolebambi]

bad doggy. sub!chris. matt ver here.

warnings.ᐟ.ᐟ: use of pup/puppy/doggy n ma/mommy. dom reader. not mirror sex not, not mirror sex but a secret third thing. bratty chris. degradation...? overstimulation. sex toys.... thas abt it.

Chris can't think. He can't feel his legs, his toes, his arms. The only thing that's clear in his mind is your smirk, which is reflecting in the mirror. "Fuuuuck—" He growls as you switch the level of vibrator. "Cmon, be a good doggy and take it," You tease. "You've only come three times, I'm sure you can give me one more."

He should, but with the way you're talking to him and have him in front of the mirror. He can barely breathe. "Shi— ma'—" His back arches from your chest. "I— m sorry! Came so much already— Break— need- oh!" He practically screams as you turn the toy to the highest level, his tip begging for a moment of peace.

"Look in the mirror." He whines. He knows he was a being a brat earlier, but you don't have to be this mean to him. "...embarrassing." He murmurs, "Chris. Mirror." Your tone makes him. He can't help it. "See how pathetic you look?"

He mewls, eyes beginning to blur. Flith, pure utter flith is what he feels like. Strands of hair sticking to this forehead, cum all over the mirror and his stomach—And the collar wrapped his neck. So fucking humiliating. He didn't mean to upset you, honestly. Sometimes, he just forgets who he's talking to, causing him to get into situations like this.

You slap his thigh, bringing his attention back to the mirror. "What's the point of having a puppy who doesn't listen?" He cries out. "Sorry—"

"Punishing you, and you're still not listening to me... maybe you don't deserve that collar." He shakes his head vigorously, "No m' a good puppy I promise— m good!" He chokes on a moan as you move the vibrator down his length. His hips buck toward the toy, discarding his words.

"You know what good puppies do?" He whimpers, "They come again when their Mommy's ask them to." He lets out a whiny sob as you bring the toy back to his tip. "I- I c-cant— pleaseee— msorymsorry!" He thrusts up, tears rolling down his face. "Whiny little thing...cmon, n cum for me pup." Chris cums with a wail, spurting cum onto the mirror and adding to what's already there, the rest of it dribbling out of his slit onto his stomach.

You press a kiss to the top of his head, "Knew you could do it."

tags 𝜗𝜚⋆₊˚: @inspiredangel @whore4mattsturniolo @domizzzsstuff @sosasturns @drewswife @strnilolover @elysianpearls

[lilolebambi]

idk just bring back puppy chris

pillow humping...puppy!chris.

warnings.ᐟ.ᐟ: sub chris. scent kink. uhhh fantasizing??? use of mama n mommy.. thas it.

He feels so pathetic.

You've been gone for hours, his eyes haven't left the clock since. Your perfume still lingering in your shared bedroom, fogging up his mind.

He hates when you go out. He hates watching you get all pretty to go hang out with your friends, then leaving him a needy mess after you give him a goodbye kiss as rake your acrylics down his chest.

It's so pathetic, but he can't help it. He felt himself leak pre as he watched you walk out, eyes glued to your ass.

He immediately ran to the bedroom and stripped down to his boxers, blushing embarrassingly at the wet patch on them. He grabs your pillow, not the one that you sleep on but the one that you hug at night that smells like you, you and your fancy coconut body wash.

His eyes flutter shut as he digs his nose into it—He gasps softly into the pillow, hips bucking. He misses you so much. He knows you'd be teasing him if you were here.

"All this f'me?" You'd coo, "What a slut." He moans, muffled by the pillow. You'd kiss his neck and whisper even dirtier things in his ears, "A-all for you— Mama— mhnf—" He whimpers, eyes rolling back behind their lids as he thrusts up into the pillow.

It feels good, so, so good. He can feel the wet spot on his boxers growing, but it doesn't compare to the way you'd feel wrapped around him, how your slick would coat his cock, how you'd leave marks on his back.

A loud cry slips past his lips. He needs you. His pace speeds up, the tempting version of you in his mind making the feeling in his stomach bloom. "Pl-please— Mama— ah—" He pleads, "Soclose— m' please—"

He swears he can hear your giggle, "What a needy puppy." You'd purr, taking his chin into your hand. "You need to cum that bad, Chris?" He nods vigorously, tears taking over his vision.

"Ple-please! Been such a good puppy—" He gets interrupted by a moan when he imagines the way you'd eye him, eyes low and lustful. That's it for Chris. He can barely hold on.

"Mom— mommy— Icant—" He whines, desperately rutting into your pillow. "C-cum— c-can I? Pl-please!" You'd smile, kiss his cheek, then carress it. "Cum for me, puppy."

He cums hard, his vision turning white. He pants, pieces of hair sitting to his forehead after what he just did.

"Chris! I'm back!"

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tags 𝜗𝜚⋆₊˚: @inspiredangel @whore4mattsturniolo @domizmez @sosasturns @drewswife @strnilolover @oopsiedaisydeer @t0riiiis

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a/n:... GIMME THE COOKIE

[lilolebambi]

P POWER BY GUNNA...personalassistant!chris.

warnings.ᐟ.ᐟ: sub!chris, office sex, use of miss, praise... thas abt it.

You can't believe you agreed to this. But Chris said that you needed this. He begged for this. Said you deserved this after all the meetings you had today.

"C-chris—" You gasp, feeling him begin to suck on your clit. Your thighs threaten to close, Chris persists, pushing them apart and going right back in. Everything about this is driving you crazy. You guys could get caught.

And you should care, you really should, but it's hard to when Chris looks this good between your thighs, under your desk. Foggy glasses and heavy lided eyes as he looks up at you. It's so messy. You can feel his spit dripping down your legs. You didn't expect him to be so.... experienced in this department.

You almost arch out of your chair when you feel Chris slip two fingers inside you, your hand files to your mouth immediately. Although the loud cry you let out is barely blocked by your hand when he starts to lick and suck at inner lips. "Chrrris!"

You rest your left hand in his hair, needing something to anchor you in the ocean of pleasure he's giving you. When you look down at him again, he's blushing, gaging your every reaction. You can tell what he wants, what he needs.

"S-so good, Chris...makin' me feel so good." His eyes briefly roll back at the praise, "Mhnff.." He moans against you, making you buck against his face. "So... pretty, Miss." He says muffled again, pumping his fingers faster inside you. "Ah— Im—" He moves back up to your clit, flicking at with it his tounge. You moan loudly, "C-cum— on my face— please—"

His words send you over the edge, making you throw your head back as you see white. He laps up your release hungrily, fingers still pumping inside. He pulls away when you come down from your high, "Was that okay... miss?"

creds to @vxnitra for the gif <3

tags 𝜗𝜚⋆₊˚: @inspiredangel @whore4mattsturniolo @domizmez @sosasturns @drewswife @strnilolover @cvnts4demi @oopsiedaisydeer