#winnieangel

[winnieangel]

slurp-me

content warnings: oral (m! receiving), dirty talk, praise, cumming in mouth + on face

summary: giving matt sloppy head (yum)

'not as much as i love a slurp-me'

matt's quote from the other week's video he'd filmed with his brothers had been ringing in your head for a while. the gleam that filled his eyes as he spoke, the way he stared in the camera like the words were directed just for you.. yeah, you needed to give him what he wanted.

matt wasn't the kind of guy to ask for head, ask for any kind of thing, really-he's a giver in every sense of your relationship, sexual or just intimate by other means.

so when, on a random tuesday, you drop down on your knees in front of him when he's lounging on his bed, your eyes blow wide.

"um- darlin'?" he's hesitant, of course, too sweet for his own good, eyes a little soft like they always are when he looks at you; you can catch his arousal in the bob of his throat as he swallows and the way he unconciously spreads his legs.

"mm?" you're already reaching eagerly for his jean buckle, pushing them down to his ankles. matt audibly gulps.

"you.. okay?" he asks slowly, becoming distracted as you run your hands down his calves.

"mmmmhm," you tip your head to rest it on his knee, batting your lashes at me. "you like slurp-mes, no?" your voice is low, soft and teasing and you press a little kiss to his inner thigh.

matt curses quietly under his breath. "yeah,, baby, i do.. - oh.."

his words break away as you reach for his boxers, dramatising it a little as you tease them down to free his cock. already half-hard, his tip slaps against his stomach, red and flushed in a way that makes you already want to moan.

"so pink and so hard for me," you murmur, leaning down to spit in your palm before you reach for him, making a nice show of smearing the precum and your saliva as lube, making him as soaked and 'slurpable' as possible.

dipping your head, you drag your tongue up his length, deliberately hollowing your cheeks to make a slurp noise. matt's hips jerk and he lets out a low, breathy groan.

his hand reaches up to gently tangle in your hair, cupping the back of your neck. not unkindly, never harshly, just guiding, subtly dominant in a way that makes you press your legs together and kiss wetter along his shaft.

"so sexy,baby," he pants out as you make out with the underside of his dick, lavishing your attention on a throbbing vein before moving to lick on his balls. "please-"

"mm, i know, sweetheart," you kneel properly instead of sitting on your heels, and to matt's surprise just dip your head to take him in your mouth in one go.

the head is sloppier than usual, much more so, and the squelches coming from your mouth and his dick's point of connection are insane. not to mention his moans; the poor boy's gone crazy, head tipped back and hand curled tighter in your hair, guiding you lazily so his tip hits the back of your throat again and again.

"i'm close," matt whines lowly.

"i know."

pulling his soaked cock from your mouth, you spit on his tip, making the situation a whole lot wetter, before suckling on it like it's a straw. it works: his cum spurts free into your pursed lips, down your chin in a way that makes you moan despite yourself, looking up to watch matt lean back in exhausted pleasure, hand dragging down his sweaty face.

with a smug smile, you lean down and dramatically lick the leftover cum from his tip. "you said you loved slurp-mes."

a/n : genuinely never had a 'slurpie' i'm from the UK, lol, is it like a slushie?

tags :

@riggysworld

@mykinkischris

@anniewithan-a

i couldn't remember who wanted to be tagged in what so hopefully this is right

[pepsipoet]

did you try to get tickets to the unraveled tour?!

I wish 🥲 did you??

[cybersturn]

hey mootie

wsg baby

[winnieangel]

helping bf!matt with his sunburn

a/n: my mind is so dirty

content warning: pain kink kinda, oral (m! receiving)

when matt came back from tanning in his backyard with a completely red torso, you'd initially burst out laughing. you can't help it; it's amusing to see the pout on his lips as he stretched his arms above his head, showing off his sunburned torso, the delicious boxer line.

the moan slips out of you before you can really help it, and despite himself matt laughs at the sound.

"seriously? your'e so easy, baby," he teases, voice soft and affectionate despite himself. he reaches his arm out for you, and you step close as he pulls you against him.

your laughter and arousal fades to guilt and pity when you see just how pink he really is. "jesus, matt.." you sigh, carefully pressing your hand to his abdomen.

he sighs. "i know, i'm an idiot."

"want me to help?" your question's innocent, unhurried-perhaps thinking of a moisturising lotion or aftersun cream. matt's mind, however, flies to something dirty and you feel his dick twitch in his sweatshorts against your thigh.

"you can't call me easy then get hard over that!" you exclaim, laughing, but matt's face is flushed with more than just sunburn, now.

you grin fades to a smirk. "you really want my help,then,huh?" you drag your palm gently down matt's torso, taking care not to hurt or press too hard. he moans quietly, reaching for your wrist and guiding it down to palm him through this sweats, leaving your mouth dry.

"please,sweetheart." he grunts quietly, hand already going to your shoulder. "just quick,"

carefully, tenderly, you drop to your knees right there in his kitchen, licking your lips to free himself from his sweats. his dick, flushed pinkish-red as his burned torso, jumps delightedly and matt moans, leaning back against the counter, thighs tensing.

you start with a slow lick, dragging your tongue down his torso, tentative. he whimpers- really whimpers, the loudest you've ever seen him. "doesn't it hurt?" you murmur, the sweat and sunscreen tainting your lips leaning you even more turned on despite yourself.

"mm.. kinda." matt mumbles, hand curling into your hair. "turns me on, though." he adds through gritted teeth. "lick it again,"

your brows raise,but you can't help yourself- dragging your tongue down his torso again just to hear the way he whimpers as your tongue drags over his spit-slicked, aching red skin.

you dip your head down to his cock, lavishing your attention on his shaft, slow and gentle and teasing. matt lets out a low noise in his throat.

"baby?"

"hm?" you tease.

"please suck my dick," he croaks. normally he'd be more reluctant to beg you- but the sting of the pain clinging to his skin has him uncharacteristically needy.

you find yourself smiling against his torso,dipping your head down to wrap your lips around his cock, beginning to give him a blowjob. you drag your hand back up,up his torso, scraping your fingertips not hard against the burn.

matt whimpers, hips bucking into your mouth, cock twitching at the painful stimulation. "oh- oh, fuck, again- again," he groans

and so you do, sucking him off in time with scratching gently at his reddened skin. it doesn't take long for him to pull himself free to cum, all over your lips and chin, his cock jumping up to finish on your hand,too, where it rests on his stomach.

"you like that?" you tease,exhaling a laugh,and he blushes redder than his sunburn.

"shut up."

draft but i need to post smth im just lazy

[winnieangel]

chris being grumpy + horny - a blurb

inspired by this post by @humpster35

cw; male masturbation, almost getting caught

"chris? yoo-hoo!" nick waves a hand in front of chris' face, the playful annoyance giving way to real irritation. the youngest triplets' been spaced out for the best part of half an hour, messing up their filming as his gaze has been fixed on the floor, mind elsewhere. on you.

"bro, what's up with you?" it's matt's turn to try get chris' attention.

with an annoyed sigh, chris adjusts the blanket over his desperately aching boner. "i'm not in the mood to film," he says, and matt's brow crinkles with concern.

"wha-"

"i just need some alone time," he quickly interupts, and gets up and leaves fast as he can, praying neither of his brothers noticed the sharp tent in his jeans.

heading into his room, the first thing he does is shut the door, and then he stumbles into his bathroom, yanking at his belt with impatient, clammy palms. when he manages to free himself, he's already flushed pink and leaking precum onto his stomach.

"jesus.." he hisses the exhale as his cock slaps against his stomach, springing to attention as the thought of you makes his brain hazy again. "oh-shit.."

chris' dick is so sensitive as he wraps his hand around it, beginning to languidly jerk off. the image of you in here with him- maybe jerking him off, too, maybe dropped onto your knees, his tip aimed at your face.. he doesn't even need lotion, his arousal slicking himself significantly.

"oh-baby.." it comes out as more of a whimper this time, and he fumbles in his discarded jeans for his phone, eager to send you a voicemail of his noises.

"i-mm-" he cuts himself off with a low moan. "miss you so much, baby.." the slick sounds of his hand around his cock, desperately stroking himself fill the air for a moment, the wet plaps of his palm on his dick.

"couldn't think straight during filming. i just- want you so bad, i- fuck-"

nearing his climax, chris bites down on his knuckle, increasing his pace until he eventually shoots his load into the toilet bowl, wishing it was your face or your chest.

he's just cleaning his hands when there's a knock at the door. "chris, are you really okay in there?"

[winnieangel]

cocky enemy! chris fucks you against your fridge

content warning: p in v(protected), degradation, cocky dom!chris,some dom/sub dynamics, ass slapping, face slapping, finger sucking, enemies so theyre not nice to each other + don't clean each other up at all rly

summary: you call your 'enemy' up at 3am and he can't be bothered to get you to bed.

it's late when you call him,something like shame bubbling in your chest. that, and the desperately horny feeling in your lower stomach.

"what?" he's pissed by the interruption, you can tell. the thought of that anger.. what you'd maybe inerrupted.. maybe his hand fisted around himself, his back arched up into his own touches as he-

"hello? i said what." the irritation in his voice makes your toes curl.

"oh,um, i.." your voice trails off, fingers clinging to the spot between your legs where your panties stick to your throbbing clit, desperate for stimulation and the orgasm you just can't find alone. "i'm horny."

your words ping through the air, the coldness of your living room where you're awkwardly leaning back at your dining room table, trying and failing to touch yourself to some sappy sex scene on the TV. and chris? laughs, cold and get so.. hot.

"you want me to fuck you?" he taunts quietly, voice still deeper and sleep-laced. "fuckin'.. insatiable, you." there's a fondness beneath the irritation,and the way that makes you whimper doesn't go unnoticed. you can hear his sheets, the noises of him tugging himself out of bed. the rustle of fabric, the thud of footsteps.

"hurry up," you say quickly, and he cuts off the line.

-

"shoulda known you'd be like this," chris' barely in the doorway before you're kissing him, and he scoffs, hands sliding to your thighs, tugging you near and pushing you against your apartment door to kiss you harder. "such a horny bitch."

you can't find it in you to complain at his harsh words as he pulls back from kissing you to shove two fingers into your mouth. "get them wet." he snaps impatiently, bending you over the kitchen counter and lazily kneading and slapping your asscheeks.

you just moan, helplessly turned on and he huffs in impatience. "whatever. you're wet enough," chris grumbles, but he still spits on you through your panties anyway, rubbing there just to check he doesn't hurt you.

at least, that's what you tell yourself as he lifts you from the table to instead pin you against your fridge, face against the cold surface.

"get those pretty tits out f'me.. yeah, atta girl." he coos, condescending and hot as hell as he yanks down your tank top, your body shivering as your chest is pressed to the fridge.

"cold?" chris taunts, slapping your ass hard enough to warm it with the sting as he unbuckles his jeans.

"yeah," you whimper, cold and insatiable like he'd teased. chris just laughs and spanks you again, lining his tip up just to rub it through you and not actually penetrate where you're aching.

"chris.." you protest against your body's desires, brain finally breaking through. "condom."

chris huffs; but you can hear him rummaging in his pocket and watch in the reflection as he hurries on the rubber. green flag, your brain tells you dizzily as he leans forwards to grind against you again.

"you're so wet," he laughs, tip pushing inside not quite enough,hand slipping down to swipe your clit in circles. "ha. pathetic bitch, aren't ya?" then- "clenching, babe, at an insult? pfft.."

his cock pushes inside you, the familiar stretch making everything ache. his thrusts are fast, hurried like he's desperate to prove something; you don't mind. he's accurate at hitting your g-spot everytime, and his thumb's still twiddling your clit.

"so.. so good," you pant out and he laughs.

"hey, what was that? you like this dick?"

"shut the --fuck- up," you snipe between moans, and he grabs your chin, abruptly stopping his pounding into you.

"what was that?" he squishes your cheeks, his cocky smile dropped.

you want to glare, scowl, snap. instead you just whimper and he laughs, slapping you lazily across the face- before dropping your head and starting to fuck you harder, meaner.

you cling to the fridge handle, moaning against the cold material, nipples peaked and body aching as he puts pressure on your g-spot and clit at once.

"yeah, you're close- atta fucking girl. theeere we go. cum on this big dick." chris grunts, hips stuttering as he finishes in the condom, and he fucks you through it before pulling out.

you're still catching your breath when you hear him re-buckling his belt, grabbing his keys and heading to your front door. he grabs your box of tissues and shoves them in your direction like he's a saint, dropping his full condom shamelessly into your kitchen bin.

"see you around, then." chris says dismissively, and whatever lust-driven delusion had convinced you of his green flags leaps out of the window.

"fuck outta here," is all you manage. he laughs, and slams the door behind him.

a/n: yum i love toxicity in fics (not irl!) yum yum yum

@mykinkischris @riggysworld @anniewithan-a @bunnymoser

[winnieangel]

reuniting

with long distance bf! chris

cw: kind of breeding kink if you squint but mainly looooots of talk about cum. kink for cumming a lot, cum eating, very small elements of noncon at the end. oral (fem receiving). lots of teasing each other. unprotected sex.

it's almost 3am, light filtering in through your bedroom curtains, casting you in the glow of NYC Streetlights, the incessant noise flying in through the open window the excuse you're telling yourself to be still up.

really, you're waiting for chris. moving to NYC from LA was inconvenient, sure, but he'd been nothing but supportive; and as far as you're concerned, the relationship's perfect. the worst thing about the distance, you've both agreed-? the lack of sex. even now, knowing he'll arrive at your apartment in a few hours, your bones are thrumming with need, mind wandering to how he'll look when he returns- messy hair, airport-rumpled outfit.. maybe even some stubble..

the door clicks open and you spring upright before you can help it. chris'd made you promise to sleep well so you could show him around the city tomorrow, but you just can't wait.

dropping his day bag awkwardly next to the pile of his suitcases, chris runs up to greet you as you do the same to him.

"baby, hi- ohmygod-" your voice shows your thrill, gleeful laughter from both of you as he scoops you up, hands under your ass to pick you up and twirl you around.

"hey,angel," chris sounds a little choked up as he carefully puts you down again, still close to him as he shuts the door with his other arm. for a moment you're confused- it's only been a month or so, he doesn't normally cry- but when the bulge in his sweats brushes against your panties under the flimsy fabric of your sleep shirt, things start to come together.

"i missed you," chris sighs, dropping a kiss to your forehead and shuffling into the dimly lit space, running a hand through his hair and replacing his cap, trying to look innocently tired. but you've already zeroed in on the sluggish drag of his feet, the way he's trying to adjust himself without you noticing.

"you're bricked already?" you can't help but sound delighted, and he laughs, scoffing as he rolls his eyes.

"yeah,yeah,shoot me. i was looking through your instagram in the taxi."

that just makes your heart swell (and heat coil in your stomach) and you step close to him again with the sensual thrill nothing else compares to.

"oh, you were?" your fingertips skim his sweats, and to your delight,he's free-balling. you used to mock him for the habit, but now? easy access is certainly a priority in early morning reunions like these.

"mm-yep, i was.." chris trails off, hips already arching to yours as he leans back against the kitchen table, your name falling from his lips as a curse.

"nice of you." your lips press against his, soft but insistent and he hums, gently reaching down to lift you up by your thighs this time, finding his way to your bedroom to drop you into the mattress.

giggling, you strip off the t-shirt, your nipples already pebbling in the semi-cold of your room. chris moans quietly at just the sight, pulling back to impatiently wriggle his shoes off , and get his t-shirt off over his head.

"you seem a little pent up, christopher," you tease, eyes watching faithfully as he sheds of his sweatpants. his balls are softly bulging with cum, dick already flushed and pink where it curves to prod his stomach. "haven't you been jerking off?"

flush slides across his face and down to his chest as he shifts to lay atop you. "not really. i kinda-" his eyes search your face for a moment, waiting for judgement. "wanted to save my cum up for you."

you feel yourself grinning. "for me? i'm honoured." your boyfriend rolls his eyes, growing pinker and he twitches against your thigh.

"shut up," he grumbles half-heartedly.

"make me," you giggle back, and he does. your lips press together with newfound francitity- his earlier words, the promise of saving up his cum.. is surprisingly really, really hot, and you're more desperate and rough than usual.

lips still attached sloppily to yours, chris' hand slides down to gently glide through to between your legs, muttering something about 'perfection' and wetness. "so pretty," he practically coos, pressing wet kisses down your throat, sternum, lavishing attention on your nipples with his forefinger, thumb, and tongue.

"fuck, oh-chris.." your hips press up, back arching as his mouth gets lower and he chuckles lowly against you, licking a slow, lazy stripe through your aching folds.

"i know,baby," he grins against you, head dipping,nose brushing your mound as he suckles on your clit until your toes curl.

your hand slips down into his hair, but just as you're getting close he pulls back, causing you to whine in protest.

"mm, not yet," his tongue laps at your precum before he raises up again, nose brushing yours. "i want us to try cum together. please?"

the idea of that makes your stomach coil tighter. "yeah, yeah.. okay. together. i-"

chris ruts his hips, his gummy tip sliding through you, bumping and giving friction in all the right places. "y-you're still on the pill, right? not missed it?" he checks, face screwed up in pleasure as you roll your hips together, soft squelches coming from where you're closest.

you nod. "yeah, i-" you're cut off by a moan as you realise just how wet you both are. "have you- not cum for months,baby?" your brow is furrowed in arousal, eyes squinting at him where he's crouched, lip tugged between his teeth.

he shakes his head. "nah..my cum's all yours,baby. what else's gonna fill you up, hm? if i don't save it?" he ruts his hips again, moaning against the side of your neck as he starts to suck a hickey there.

fuck. "oh,chris.." you lean to kiss him again and he moans, tip latching properly this time as he starts to slowly ease inside of you. the stretch is as delicious as always, his girth just right and his curve perfect to slowly reach to drag the inside of your walls in the right way.

he feels wetter inside you, and both of your movements are sluggish as he starts to thrust into you, your arms resting over his shoulder. chris groans, hiking your leg up higher to fling over his waist, moving in fast squelching strokes that hit your cervix over and over until you're dizzy and scratching his back.

you barely register him saying your name until he pulls out a little. "i'm close," chris chokes breathlessly, reaching down to test your clit between his fingers. "are you-?"

"yeah,shit, yeah," you just shut your eyes, head leaning back, your hands lifting to twist your own nipples. chris moans quietly,hips bumping forward again.

"okay.. i-" his back arches against you,tummy brushing yours as you lift your leg higher,demanding further friction where his balls knock your clit. and then to your delight, and of course his, he cums harder than he has in a while, long thick spurts that seem to just keep coming, hot and creamy as they fill you up.

he pulls out slowly and carefully, both of you leaning to see the way that it spills loose. his arm steadies your back and he carefully jerks himself through it, more and more of his release spurting free, landing all over the apex of your thighs. a real hot mess.

"chris, i'm-" the sight of it alone, the way it gushes out of you, of him- everywhere- is overpowering, and you cum moments after him, just adding to the mess.

"holy shit." he breathes, fingers dipping down to swirl in the mix of his cum and your release, dragging around your clit in circles to guide you through your orgasm. "there's so much," his dick's twitching, spent, but you can see by the flush on his cheeks and chest that he's still turned on.

carefully, you take his wrist in your hand and drag it up, shoving his cum-coated fingers in your mouth, swirling your tongue dramatically around the salty digits. chris just whimpers, looking like his knees are about to buckle as he slumps to lay beside you instead.

"wow- just,wow." he manages to croak as he gently pulls his fingers out. "you like that?"

you find yourself nodding, stomach flipping at the idea of doing something so dirty as eating your boyfriend's cum. he hums, leaning down to rub his spent tip through you again. it's overstimulating, and you twist away a little.

"no-chris, baby,no more," you try to plead,and he shushes you gently, easing himself in just enough to push his cum back inside you, fingers helping too before, at your protests, he reluctantly pulls out with a wet pop.

"this pussy is fucking evil," he says,sounding nothing short of proud as he presses a damp kiss to your exhausted, quivering clit.

"dastardly," you agree, exhaling a tired laugh despite yourself, letting his big hands coax you into his arms.

"i'll clean you up in a minute.." he mumbles,eyes fluttering shut with tiredness already.

"in a minute.." you agree, snuggling closer into his warmth,blissfully ignorant to the sticky mess now on your sheets, and eventually you both just fall asleep.

tags : @bunnymoser @skyeskyee @riggysworld

a/n : i redid my blog website theme every1 complement me ok thanks .. idek why i was scared to post this when i've already done pegging

[winnieangel]

well what a start to this weeks' video lol