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[pukicho]

I’m literally in my beast form going to bed

[pukicho]

[pukicho]

Stop calling the crumbs shit. None of you realize how hard it is to photoshop crumbs falling mid-air via a birds-eye perspective. They don't just have 'mid-air granola crumbs' on google, no one has ever thought of photographing that before. I had to color a bunch of boulders brown. I had to find images of various boulders and color them brown, whnich yeah, when I say it out loud, does make it sound like a funny euphemism for shit, but it's really more of a light brown color and it took a lot of time and effort, so stop.

[twentychildreninawashingmachine]

i thought they were bees.

[pukicho]

oh my fucking god. oh my god. it can't possibly look like that to you

[sturnsrecord]

bbf!chris loves how easy you are for him, despite the difficult circumstances

CONTAINS ﹕﹕ unprotected sex ﹐ bathroom sex ﹐ teasing ﹐ forbidden ﹐ blowjob ﹐ fingering ﹐ creampie ﹐ finger sucking

you’d come back from a loud house party, full of beer and boys with their shirts off — as if being half naked constituted as a costume.

maybe you didn’t have a leg to stand on, considering your short grey dress, paired with some mouse ears. but at least you had the decency to keep your sweaty body off of others.

you walk home alone, like you often did, opening your door to find your brother and his friend, chris. he tilts his head back on the couch, smirking over at you as you drag your coat off.

“quit looking at me like that.” you snap, walking over to the back of the couch before leaning over from behind him to grab some popcorn. “so, how was your movie night?” you tease, throwing a piece into your mouth.

chris looks up at you, one arm stretching over the back of the couch for his hand to brush against your hip. he ignores your mocking, solely focussed on your body right by his.

“are you crazy!?” you whisper yell through gritted teeth, slapping his hand away before you point towards your brother.

he’s laid across the couch, looking more like a corpse than anything. “i’ll give you a hundred bucks if you can wake him up.” chris retorts, moving his hand back — this time snaking it to your lower back.

you lightly slap the side of his head, but he’s more focussed on the fact you let his hand linger on you. “the fuck did he take?” you sigh, worry spilling out as you watch the way he snores.

chris rolls his eyes, turning a little to face you better, his hand sliding down ever so slightly. “y’know he’s a light weight, quit worryin’.” he reassures, lightly patting you.

you take a deep breath, finally acknowledging his hand. “stop copping a feel whilst i’m talking about my brother.” you murmur, although you make no attempt to move away.

he smirks, finding your worried look adorable — along with the attitude you had going. “or y’could… y’know…” he shrugs, just as you feel his warm hand splay across your ass — dipping ever so slightly under your dress. “…stop talkin’ ‘bout him whilst i’m doin’ this.” he continues.

you glare down at him, arms crossed across your chest as his fingers gently begin to grip your ass. “you look cute — poutin’ like that.” he mumbles, letting his eyes roam over your body. “dressed up like a sexy—”

you remove his hand briskly, ignoring the way he immediately scoffs at your dramatics. “you’re drunk, and my brother—”

chris groans, dragging his hands over his face. “shut up ‘bout your brother — shit, look at him.” he points out, the both of you looking over at his body that hadn’t moved. “and m’not drunk.” he adds stubbornly.

you scoff at that. “your hand says otherwise.” you mutter under your breath.

his brows furrow, full attention on you now as he turns. “fuck you talkin’ ‘bout, i always wanna touch you.”

“mhm… but alcohol is the difference between you wanting to and you actually doing it—” he tries to interrupt, but you hold your finger up to stop him. “ergo; you’re drunk.”

he thinks for a second before accepting defeat, letting out a frustrated sigh. “would you just—” he reaches out to touch you again, but you back away — pointing towards your brother with raised eyebrows.

he swallows. “c’mon… please.” you hate his voice like this, cause you know it’s just for you. a borderline whimper that crawled under your skin in the best way possible.

he always had a way of drawing out your deepest desires, specifically for him.

“oh fuuuck, so good baby.” his head tilts back against the door, hand holding back your hair as you swallow down his dick.

you pull away, his cock pulling out with a ‘pop’. “don’t call me that.” you murmur, still tugging at him with your hand.

he scoffs, a wide smirk on his face as he looks down at you. “why? we both know it’s makin’ you wet.” he mumbles under his breath — although he has full intention of letting you hear.

you glare at him, eyes piercing into him enough to have him almost regretting it. but then you’re back on him, lips wrapping around his length like it was nothing — taking him deep into your throat before you pull back and suck on the tip.

“holy sh-shit.” he blinks, trying not to cum on the spot as you relentlessly keep going. “what the fuck.” he breathes out, completely bewildered by you.

there’s a glint in your eyes that tells him you know what you’re doing to him, giving him all the more reason to melt right now — having gone too long without this to remain cool.

“i wanna fuck you — god — please.” he breathes out, his hand not knowing whether to push your head down further or pull you away.

you come off, balancing yourself with your hand on his thigh whilst the other lightly wraps around his cock. “scared you’re gonna cum already?”

“shut up, m’not.” he mutters, lying straight through his teeth — his body tensing every time you teasingly squeeze his dick.

“is it… the ears?” you mock, reaching up to toy with the mouse headband on your head.

he can feel himself getting impatient, dragging you up to direct you towards the sink. you trip over in your heels, threatening to squeal before he spins you around — his hand coming up to cover your mouth.

your wide eyes meet his serious ones, softening as you shuffle back onto the edge of the sink. chest rising and falling as he drops down to slide your underwear off — unable to look at your cunt without losing all self control.

he has this way of making you feel like the most beautiful girl in the world, maybe without even meaning to. it’s not a ploy to butter you up, get you to drop your pants for him — it’s just… how he feels.

a sickening thought, for all the wrong reasons.

“open.” he urges, slipping his middle and index between your lips. you snap out of your, more than often, space out — gently sucking on them, watching as he swallows.

but the second he removes them, gently pushing into your sopping pussy, he’s no longer the one looking like a fool — your head tilting back to the mirror behind you, legs spreading invitingly for him.

he curls them up, digits pressing against your g-spot with the right amount of pressure to make your legs shake — small whimpers coming out like pleas.

“this good?” you nod, catching your bottom lip between your teeth.

he’s struggling, all composure falling through as he pulls them out — his other hand giving his cock a few lazy tugs before aligning with your cunt. just as he pushes in, your mouth latches around his fingers — sucking off your own taste.

and fuck did that make his dick pulse inside you.

“fuck, juuust like that — keep goin’.” he’s breathless, soft groans slipping out as he pushes his fingers in deeper — all while burying his cock between your gummy walls. feeling every flutter, a cascade of arousal from his words to your body.

you whine around his fingers, using them to keep you quiet as he grinds into you, deep and deliberate with every thrust — making sure to feel every inch of your cunt wrapped around him so tightly.

it’s not long before your legs are wrapped around his waist, fingers replaced with his mouth — hot breath tangling in the space between you.

“feels so fucking good — god, fuck me harder.” you moan out against his lips, his hands all over your body — pulling up your dress haphazardly in the hopes of touching more of you.

it’s like everything in his brain lags, your words going straight to his dick. he tries his very best to keep going, rutting into you faster, harder. but it’s hard to ignore the persistent tension in his body — begging him to cum, to fill up your perfect cunt, watch it spill over, pulse out—

“oh fuuuck.” his breath fans out over your neck as his head drops down, body collapsing against yours like every muscle in his body had given up. “fuck, baby, fuuck… m’sorry.” he moans out.

you feel his cum spill out, warm and sticky as it leaks down the side of his dick, out of you. “s’okay, it’s good— feels good.” you whimper out, rutting against him gently to prolong his orgasm.

his legs are shaking, desperately trying to hold him up as he pulls away from you — tugging out his dick only to watch it all spill out in a perfect, sultry scene.

“you good?” you ask, watching his hazy eyes struggle to focus on anything but the mess between your legs — mouth agape like he’s unable to catch his own breath.

eventually he nods, swallowing as his hand comes down to slowly stroke his cock. “just… need a minute.” he breathes out.

you nod, hands gripping the sink for you to slide down. he stops you, hand pressing into your thigh to keep you there, with your legs open. “fuck, gimme a sec to get hard again.”

“oh—” you’re stunned for a second, but you can’t deny how incredibly hot it is. hesitantly bringing your hand down to tug his dick instead, gripping him tight with slow stokes.

“oh shiiit… yeah, fuck. keep doin’ that.” he groans, letting you pull him closer by his dick as his hands grip the sink either side of you.

you spread your legs wider for him to still see what he’d done, hand still wrapped around him. “maybe aim for more than five minutes this time.” you tease.

he scoffs, cheeks turning a little red as he plays it off. “mm, i’ll try. maybe aim to be a little less sexy.”

you smirk, how could you not? “you’re askin’ for a lot there.” he nods in agreement, and it’s more than obvious that no matter what you do, you’ve got a strong hold of him. one that’s almost impossible to ignore.

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[viviansturns-side]

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[viviansturns-side]

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[aliaratawitchtrial]

✤ the sleepover

╰┈➤ in which . . . your birthday celebration takes a strange turn.

⚠︎ sub!chris gets passed around by you and your friends, hints of dubcon, slightly pervy!chris, intoxication, handjob m!receiving, oral sex, pet names, a cheeky slap, passing out

you aren't lying to chris about the details of your birthday sleepover, you're just withholding information. 

information that he, for some reason, thinks is pretty crucial when he walks through your front door to find himself surrounded by a huge group of beautiful women. he smiles politely at them before grabbing your wrist and pulling you to a quiet corner.

“oh! you okay, chris?”

“uh, yeah! totally fine. just, uh… just wondering if there's gonna be any more guys coming?”

your brows furrow in thought for a second before you smile and shake your head. “nope! i think it's just you.”

“right. right.” he nods slowly and drags his hand over his mouth, looking over his shoulder at all your friends. most of them are already in pajamas, little sleep shorts and tiny tank tops, and they're already doing all the stereotypical girl sleepover shit chris thought only happened in movies, like braiding each other’s hair and pillow fighting.

“hey,” you frown and place your hand on chris's arm to regain his attention. “that's not a problem, is it?”

“no! no.” he answers a little too quickly. 

“we're gonna have so much fun!” you give him an excited hug, and chris takes a sharp breath. you're not wearing a bra under your sleep shirt, and he can feel your tits pressing against his chest. this is gonna be a long fucking night.

“you need to get into your pajamas!” you exclaim, tugging him into the nearest bathroom.

chris sighs and sets his backpack down on the counter, pulling out a pair of plaid pajama pants and a tshirt that looks identical to the one he's already wearing. the two of you stand there looking expectantly at each other, until he raises an eyebrow and gestures to the door.

“oh! you want privacy. i'll just turn around!” you grin cheerfully and turn your back to him. “sorry, me and the girls usually just change in front of each other.”

“yeah, well, i’m not one of the girls.” chris mutters as he drops his jeans to the floor.

“tonight you are! are there any activities you wanna do?”

chris wants to say make it through the night without getting a visible erection, but he just opts for, “as long as there's food, i'm good.”

“totally. well, i guess me and the girls were kind of thinking… only if you'd be up for it, of course…”

chris frowns. whatever you're about to ask him, it can't possibly be good.

“can we do your makeup?” 

oh. “uh… i guess so? why, though?”

“because it's super fun, and you'd look really cute. and it's super fun!”

“are you drunk already?” 

you don't like his accusatory tone, so you take a peek over your shoulder. “are you in your pajamas yet?”

he has been for a minute now, so you drag him out of the bathroom and back into the kitchen. “guys, he said yes!”

“oh, yay!” one of your friends exclaims.

“stay here.” you say to him before rushing to your room to grab your makeup bag. the other girls push chris into a seat, and when you return with the makeup, they all start grabbing products.

each girl takes a turn for every step, and for reasons unbeknownst to chris, they're all deciding to sit on his lap while they do it. it's a small chair, so he has to hold onto their waists to keep them steady, and he's really struggling to hold himself together. they’re all speaking so gently to him as they swipe fluffy brushes or soft sponges across his face. the girl who does his eye makeup tells him to look down while she works, which brings his eyes in direct contact with her tits. fuck.

the last girl swipes gloss over his lips, and you step forward to squeeze his cheeks together. “doesn't he look so cute, guys?”

“adorable!”

“so fucking cute.”

his cheeks burn at the attention, and at the fact that he probably looks fucking stupid right now, but before he can get up to scrub his face in the bathroom, you're dragging him up by his wrist again and leading everyone to sit in the centre of the room.

“who wants to play some games?” you ask.

general noises of assent come from everyone in the room, apart from chris, who sits there tight-lipped. there's a glint in your eye he just doesn't trust.

“what are you guys up for? spin the bottle? truth or dare?”

“let’s do a drinking game!” one of your friends shouts, and a few others nod and hum in agreement.

“okay… how about truth or drink, then?” that seems to get people going, so you turn to your friend violet with a mischievous grin.

“violet. what’s the longest you’ve gone without having sex?”

she hums in thought for a second. “i think the longest i’ve gone… maybe six months?” she laughs. “you gotta make the questions harder if you want people to drink, babe.”

you smile and roll your eyes. “alright, fine. since you're such a pro, you ask someone a question.”

violet scans the room for a minute before her eyes land on chris.

“chris!” she smiles innocently. he can already feel his face turning red as all eyes fix on him. “hmm… what's your most shameful fantasy?”

that question brings forth a few scattered giggles, and chris shakes his head and immediately reaches for a shot glass. “i'm keeping that to myself, sorry, everyone.”

“pussy!” you yell as violet pats you on the back with a smug grin on her face.

“that's just how it's done, babe.”

a few rounds and filthy questions later, the attention is back on chris as some redhead he doesn't recognise chooses to ask him.

“chris…” she pauses to think for a second. “what's your favourite position?” 

if chris's face wasn't red as a tomato before, it definitely is now. a collective “ooo” sound fills the room as everyone awaits his response. he really wouldn't like to answer this, but he doesn't want to get blackout drunk, so he has to start answering some questions.

“uh… i — i don't… um, cowgirl?”

his voice is meek as he forces out an answer, and after a brief pause, the room erupts into laughter. he tries to laugh along with everyone, but from across the room, you can tell how embarrassed he is. your eyes narrow slightly as you study his expressions. 

when he's around his guy friends, he's the epitome of confidence, constantly bragging about how many ‘bitches’ are in his DMs, begging to suck his dick. but now, he's flustered, covered in blush and glitter, and too embarrassed to say the word cowgirl. it's a welcome change, you think.

“guys, stop laughing!” you butt in, barely holding back a laugh yourself. “he could've said, like, prone bone or something.” that brings forth another outburst of laughter, and this time chris is actually involved.

people get braver and drunker as the game progresses, making their questions even dirtier. chris has no choice but to keep drinking, and by the time you stop the game, he can barely feel his face.

“anybody wanna watch a movie?” you ask. the girls agree, and everybody gets up to grab snacks and claim a seat on the couch.

chris can't bear to be in this makeup any longer, so he goes to the bathroom to scrub his skin clean, and by the time he gets back, you're already sandwiched on the couch in between two of your friends.

he sighs and tries to sit as close to you as he can, just separated by a couple of girls. the couch soon fills up, and a blonde girl chris doesn't recognise walks in from the kitchen a minute later.

“oh, no! am i too late for a seat?” she whines in disappointment. 

you sit up to scan the room, and gesture casually at chris. “you can sit on chris's lap. he has, like, unfairly thick thighs.”

chris can barely make eye contact with the girl as she smiles innocently at him. “oh, you wouldn't mind, would you?”

he forces himself to reciprocate the smile and shakes his head. “nah, you're all good.”

she positions herself on his lap, pressing her back against his chest and slotting her legs between his slightly spread ones. she turns to look at him over her shoulder. “thanks! i’m ellie, by the way.”

“yeah, nice to meet ya.” he keeps his hands firmly at his sides and waits for her to turn around again before letting out a deep sigh. how the fuck is he gonna sit through this whole movie?

the girl closest to the lightswitch flicks it off, letting the tv illuminate the room as your friends settle on some cheesy rom com. a few minutes into the movie, chris finds himself calming down. having ellie on his lap isn't so bad after all.

that is, until she starts squirming around on top of him. it starts gradually, with her only moving every few minutes, but it quickly becomes more frequent as she struggles to make herself comfortable.

chris risks a glance down at his lap to see that her shorts have ridden up until practically her whole butt is on display. he can feel his cock rising in his sweats, and he has to bite down on his lip to avoid making any noise.

after some more shuffling, ellie lets out a small sound of frustration and turns around to whisper in his ear.

“chris, is there something in your pocket? i’m just finding it hard to get comfy, cause something's digging into my butt.”

chris thinks he could die right now, on the spot. what can he even say to the poor girl?

“uh… yes, but i can't move it. sorry.”

“hm?” she reaches around to try and grab at the offending object, instead squeezing firmly at the outline of chris’s dick through his pajama pants. “ohhh…” she lets out a soft giggle, quiet enough for just him to hear.

chris knows he should be mortified right now, but his mind is just a little too fuzzy to think straight, and before he realises what he's doing, he places his hand on top of hers, guiding her to rub it through his clothes.

to chris's dismay, ellie can’t stifle her giggle this time, grabbing the attention of everyone else in the room. someone pauses the movie, and you speak up.

“guys, what's going on? we're trying to watch the movie.”

once everyone's eyes land on ellie and chris, most of them gasp, and one girl flicks the light on to expose the two of them.

“what the fuck?” 

“holy shit!”

“guys, it's not my fault!” ellie giggles. “chris got hard from me sitting on him, and he just started moving my hand like this.”

“chris, is that true?” you ask accusingly. 

“n-no! it's… i wasn't… i didn't…” he whines in frustration, unable to get his thoughts in order due to the combination of his drunkenness and the warmth and gentle pressure he's getting from ellie’s hand, which she still hasn’t moved. 

“that's gross.”

“seriously, so weird.”

that doesn't stop everyone from crowding round to get a closer look, and before chris realises what's going on, ellie is standing up off his lap while various hands grab at his pajamas and boxers.

“hey, wait… stop it…” chris mumbles, closing his thighs and covering his half-clothed dick with his hands. his half-hearted protests don't convince anyone, and soon his pants and underwear are pooled around his ankles. his cock rests against his tummy, the tip leaking and flushed a shade of red even brighter than his cheeks.

everyone's eyes are on his dick now, and general sounds of approval fill the room.

“it's cute!”

“totally.”

“i don't know, i prefer them longer.”

as he feels an unfamiliar hand wrap around his cock, he blinks open his weary eyes in search of you, a familiar and comforting face amongst all this confusion. 

he flinches as he feels you lean over his shoulder from behind the couch to whisper in his ear, “you're okay. you can be good for us, right?”

“yeah…” he nods slowly, turning his head to look up at you. you squeeze his cheeks as he looks at you with his wide puppy eyes. you can't quite believe you have him in this position, naked and sprawled out on the couch in front of all your friends, looking up at you with pure, drunken adoration in his eyes. 

the first girl, your friend louise, is stroking chris's cock at an agonisingly slow pace, which makes his thighs twitch and squeeze together. that prompts a collective “awww” and chris feels a few hands gently rubbing his thighs and pulling them open again.

you're still stroking his hair encouragingly as another girl yells, “i want a turn!”

suddenly a new hand is on his cock, stroking him at a much faster pace, much more rough than he's ready for. he squeals, a sound he doesn't think he's ever produced before, as his hips buck and his back arches.

you frown and lean forward. “hey, gentle, okay? he's not a toy, phoebe.”

phoebe pouts and slows down her strokes. “looks like a toy to me.”

chris huffs at that, but he knows he can't argue. just look at him.

the intense pleasure makes his mouth drop open slightly, and before long, he can feel a girl's fingers forcing their way between his lips. he doesn't protest, but instinctively closes his mouth around her digits and starts to suck.

he hears a girl gasp, presumably the owner of said fingers, who exclaims, “oh my god, he's so cute!”

“right?” another girl agrees. “i just wanna put him in my pocket and keep him for myself.”

“i know, he's like a little puppy or something.”

chris whines and sucks harder. he's never been spoken about in this way, but it's making him feel a different type of pleasure than what he's used to.

just as he thinks the combined words and touches might finally make him cum, he hears a quieter voice say, “can i try?” and phoebe’s hand is removed from his cock.

he whines over the loss of contact, a sound that is quickly cut off by the sensation of a pair of lips kissing up the length of his dick. he whimpers and bucks his hips again, muttering pleasepleaseplease under his breath, until he feels her pause and pull away. 

you notice your friend's expression as she hesitates. “chris, wait a sec. you okay, mia?”

she nods. “just… i've never actually done this before…” 

chris opens his eyes to look at the girl in front of him. she's nervously chewing her bottom lip, looking over chris's shoulder at you for guidance.

he sits up slightly. “you want me to help? c'mon, it's easy,” he grips the base of his cock and directs it towards her. “y’see the tip there? can you try just giving it a little lick? like i’m ice cream or something.”

she smiles and gives his tip a few kitten licks, collecting the precum that’s been leaking for some time now.

“yeah, good girl. can you suck on it for me? don't have to take any more than the tip for now. that's it.”

he sighs in relief as her lips wrap around his tip, sucking gently as her hand wraps around his base.

“yeah, that's it, mia.” another one of your friends smiles encouragingly at her.

she gets a little braver and starts to take more of him into her mouth. chris whines, covering his face with his hands as he squirms beneath her.

“oh my god, i can't… it's too—” he whimpers and tangles his hand in her hair, trying to force her head down before one of your friends yells, “hey! don't fucking push her!”

before he realises what he's done, both his arms are being lifted and pinned behind his head, and someone even risks a slap on his cheek.

chris has never been slapped during anything sexual before, and to his surprise, the sudden impact has him spilling out into mia's mouth, his breath shuddering as he tries to figure out what the hell just happened.

“say sorry to mia.” chris hears your chastising voice behind him, and he opens his eyes to look at the girl in front of him. her eyes are wide with shock, cum dripping from her lips and chin, but to chris's relief, there's a satisfied smile on her face.

“i’m… i’m so sorry… i swear i don't normally—”

“it's okay. i'm sure you can make it up to me.” her voice is still shy, but there's something in her easy forgiveness that chris doesn't quite trust.

it's not long until he's laying on his back on the couch with mia straddling his face, devouring her pussy like his life depends on it. at this point, his life might actually depend on it. your friends are clearly insane.

mia’s whining and holding on to the hands of two of your friends for support. they're standing around her, praising her with sweet voices for being so brave.

chris is thoroughly enjoying himself, as is she. chris can tell by the way she grinds on top of his face, slowly inching her body forward until his nose and mouth are fully enveloped in her dripping folds. 

he can't breathe anymore, but he can't bring himself to care. he probably should, because the combination of the lack of oxygen and the amount he's had to drink is starting to make him feel a little… lightheaded.

his eyes fly open and he sits up, coughing and spluttering with a force that racks through his body. he lifts his hand to his mouth to find it covered in cum, presumably from your friend, whose name he can’t bring himself to recall. his head is pounding, and he glances down to find a puddle of cum on his stomach. what happened? 

“oh, guys, he's awake.” chris hears a voice from the kitchen, and soon everyone comes walking back over to the couch.

“what—” chris's first attempt at speaking is completely inaudible as his throat is completely sore and croaky. he coughs and tries again. “what happened?”

“oh, you passed out while mia was riding your face.” one of your friends volunteers. “you were only out for, like… an hour?”

chris glances down at the state of his stomach. “is that all?”

you crouch down next to where he's sitting and gently rub his shoulder. “don't worry about any of that, okay?”

“but… did you guys do something to me?” you can tell chris is starting to get a little panicked, so you sit next to him and give him a gentle kiss on the cheek.

“no, puppy. you came untouched after you passed out. it was really cute.”

chris frowns and lifts a hand to his pounding head. he feels extremely vulnerable right now, naked and confused on your couch with all of your friends looking down sat him in pity. and since when were you calling him puppy?

one of your friends walks in from the kitchen holding two pills and a bottle of water. 

“open.” she says, kneeling in front of him. chris frowns but does as she says anyway. he can definitely do this himself, but he doesn’t mind so much once he’s swallowed the pills and your friend calls him a good boy. he can already feel his headache dissipating and his eyelids starting to feel heavier.

“you want help getting cleaned up?” your voice is so, so soft, and chris feels like he could get lost in it forever. he looks up at you and nods like you just offered to save his life, and before he knows it, all of your friends are fussing over him, wiping him up with towels and kissing all over his body.

chris is too weak to move. he just tilts his head back and lets it all happen to him, looking up at you with sleepy eyes. once he's clean, everyone sits around him, including you, enveloping him in warmth, and he feels himself starting to drift off.

“can you say thank you to everyone?” you prompt, lifting his chin with your hand.

“mm… thanks, guys…” he mumbles.

“best sleepover ever, right?”

“uh huh…”

guys i was gonna add pegging but i was too scared

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✤ the sleepover, part two.

╰┈➤ in which . . . you remind your best friend who he really belongs to.

⚠︎ sub!chris, like very sub!chris, dom!reader, pet names, handjob m!receiving, fingering m!receiving, pegging, dacryphilia, slapping, praise happy sturniolo saturday!! a few people requested a part two to the sleepover fic so here it is :)

chris can't believe he's actually agreed to stay the night at yours again. after the chaos of last time, he almost thought he'd never be brave enough to sleep over at a girl's house ever again.

it took you a lot of convincing — you promised him that this time it'd just be the two of you, and absolutely no funny business.

the truth is, you simply want to hang out with your friend and make sure that he doesn't actually despise you for what happened the last time you saw him. the two of you haven't spoken about it since it happened; you were too scared to broach the subject, and you assumed chris was too humiliated to bring it up himself, or maybe he simply needed space for a while.

you really hadn't planned for the sleepover to turn out that way. it had just so happened to turn into the most depraved birthday celebration of your life thus far, and you just want to make sure chris knows he wasn't plotted against.

that’s what brings him here, standing outside your door once again with a backpack slung over his shoulder, anxiously chewing at his lip.

your gaze softens as you open the door to see his face, and you take his hand to lead him inside. for some reason, you feel as though you need to be extra gentle with him now, as if you've broken something fragile, so you give him a warm hug before leading him up to your room.

when you both settle on your bed, you hesitate before giving chris another hug. 

“hey,” you mumble into his shoulder.

“hi,” he responds. “why d’you keep hugging me?”

“oh!” you giggle softly and pull back. “i don't know. feels like i owe it to you right now.”

“hm.” he looks down at his lap, pretending to be focused on a loose thread on his sweatpants, but you can see the way his jaw is ticking. you've known him long enough to be able to tell when he's bothered about something.

“chris—”

“you wanna, uh, watch a movie or something?” he interrupts you with an easy smile, as if he isn't aware of the tension between you two. you know he is, but you return the smile and grab the tv remote, tossing it onto his lap.

“sure. you pick something.”

you cover the both of you with the fluffy blanket on your bed and lean your head on chris's shoulder as he picks out eternal sunshine of the spotless mind, a movie that he and you have watched together countless times.

but you can't make it through more than twenty minutes before you sigh and mumble, “chris?”

“yeah?”

“we need to talk.”

you can feel his body stiffen next to you. he doesn't pause the movie, just turns the volume down until the actors’ voices are a faint hum beneath your own.

“okay.” he says.

“about the sleepover.” 

chris nods, but doesn't meet your eye. 

“i just need to know you're not… mad at me or anything.” you continue.

“mad at you?” he looks over at you with surprise. “no. it was… it was fun.”

“really? it wasn't, like, overwhelming?”

“well, it was. but in a good way.” there's a slight pause before chris speaks again, “and your friends are really pretty…”

you smile and lean closer to him. your voice drops to barely above a whisper as you say, “yeah? you liked getting played with by all those pretty girls?”

you can see chris's cheeks turning pink as he nods slowly. you slowly climb onto his lap, leaving him enough time to push you away if he wants. he doesn’t.

“what was your favourite part?” you ask.

“um, i liked… at the start, when everyone was crowding ‘round me and touching me…”

“yeah? what else?” you tilt his chin up to force him to meet your eye.

“um, it's kinda weird, but… when i got slapped… that felt really good.”

you smile and stroke his hair encouragingly. “yeah, i could tell that caught you by surprise a little.”

his cheeks are bright red now, so you choose not to push him any further.

“you know i was just being nice, though. when i shared you with my friends.” you whisper.

chris's eyes widen briefly, but he says nothing.

“cause you're all mine, yeah? my best friend.”

he nods quickly, and you can see his chest rising and falling a little faster. you stroke his pink cheek, and he leans into your touch.

“you're so cute. i love how you just go along with anything.” you mutter, mostly to yourself.

“what do you mean?”

“you were so calm that night, even when the girls got a little rough with you. and now, when you had the chance to be mad at me, you weren’t. such a good boy.”

chris whines softly and grips your shirt. you tilt your head down, your lips just inches away from his before you pause.

the two of you have never kissed before. you've flirted, but the sleepover was the first time anything had come to fruition. although that didn't feel quite so intimate as it does tonight, just the two of you, alone in your room, your lips mere seconds away from meeting. 

chris interrupts your thoughts by sighing and closing the distance, pressing his soft lips to yours. your lashes brush his freckled cheeks as you close your eyes and lean into him, and you can hear him whimpering softly into the kiss.

“chris,” you lean back and mumble against his lips, reaching between you and tugging at the waistband of his sweats. he looks up at you with wide eyes, as if to make sure you really want this, before pushing the sweats down just enough to free his aching cock. when you look up at him, he can't meet your eye. 

“look at me, puppy.”

his cock twitches at the pet name, and he looks up at you with red cheeks. “why do you always call me that?”

“cause you're cute. like a puppy.”

he whines and rests his forehead against your shoulder. you hear a faint “please” escape him, so you decide not to make him wait any longer. as you wrap your hand around his cock and slowly start stroking, he lets out a quiet squeak and buries his face in your chest.

“yeah? that feel good?” you coo softly into his ear.

chris nods and reaches up to hold onto your shoulders, whimpering quietly against your skin. you continue to please him for a few minutes, but before he can cum, you shift off his lap and lean against the headboard, your legs spread out in front of you. 

chris’s eyes widen and he tries to stifle his disappointment as you pull away. he stays where he's sitting, waiting for a signal from you, and when you pat your thigh, he quickly crawls over and climbs onto your lap. 

“kiss me again,” you whisper. chris wastes no time attaching his lips to yours.

he's so gentle with you, one hand stroking your hair and the other lightly squeezing your waist. you can't decide if it makes you want to reciprocate the softness or get rougher with him. 

you reach around and lift the bottom of his shirt up, gently scratching up his back with your nails. chris shivers and parts his lips from yours for a second to sigh softly, shifting even closer to you until your chests are pressed firmly together.

your hand trails down his back and dips into his sweats, lower. you grope at his ass with both hands, gently kneading the supple flesh. chris gasps and his back straightens involuntarily when he feels your fingers slide between his cheeks.

“what are you doing?” he whines quietly.

“shh…” you use your free hand to push his head down into the crook of your neck as your middle finger circles his hole.

but chris pushes back to sit up fully, shaking his head at you with wide eyes. “you can't… i've never…”

“puppy,” you pout in feigned disappointment. “you can't try for me? i promise it'll be so good.”

he frowns and leans in close to you again, hiding his face in your chest as he mumbles, “i can’t… it’s gonna hurt…”

you tut in disapproval. “don't be silly, i’m not gonna let you be in pain. not unless you wanna be.” you giggle, but chris shakes his head and presses his face further into your tits.

“just… be nice.” he whispers.

“of course, baby.” you hold onto him with one hand as you lean over and rummage through the drawer in your side table for your bottle of lube. you spread some of it across your fingers before reaching back down for his unused hole.

he lets out a shaky sigh as the cold liquid makes contact with his skin. his fingers curl around the low neckline of your tank top for support as he feels your finger circling his rim.

“can you take a big breath for me?” you whisper. chris barely opens his mouth before you're sliding your finger inside. you push in slowly until the knuckle, and chris lets out a surprised moan.

“that's one. how's it feel?”

“mmh…” chris tries, but he can't verbalise how he feels. there's a dull pain in the stretch, but the warmth and fullness are the perfect distraction. he simply nods his head to signal you to continue.

you eventually push in a second, and then a third finger. chris takes you so well, holding onto you tightly as he tries to regulate his breathing. when you curl your fingers and start to pump them in and out, he whimpers and clenches around you.

after a few minutes, chris is fully relaxed against you, whining sweetly in your ear. you use your free hand to gently stroke his hair and pull him away from your chest to get his attention.

“chris, i wanna show you something.”

his eyes follow your hand as you reach into your side table and pull out a pink dildo attached to a series of straps and buckles. 

his wide eyes flit between the strap-on and you, trying to wrap his head around your proposal.

“it's nothing to be scared of, i promise.”

“i can't… i can't take that.” his voice is timid and weak as he shakes his head decidedly.

“i know you can, puppy. remember, i said i'm not gonna let you be in pain. i've kept up my promise so far, haven't i?”

chris can't deny that, nor can he deny the longing feeling rising in his chest, or the way his cock twitches against his tummy as he visualises you wearing the strap.

after a few more minutes of reassuring discussion, you finally coax chris onto his hands and knees below you. his face is buried in the pillow as he arches his back to present himself to you.

“i’m gonna go slow, okay? promise.”

he nods and grips the pillow as he feels you tap the head of the strap-on against his lubricated hole. his mouth drops open as you slowly push inside; he can feel every inch of you stretching him out, creating a sensation so overwhelming he can do nothing but hide his face in the pillow and arch his back further.

you give chris a second to adjust before slowly pulling out and pushing in again, starting a gentle rhythm to ease him into it.

you keep that slow pace up for a few minutes before chris lifts his head from the pillow and turns to look at you over his shoulder. tears are streaming from his eyes, the wetness smeared across his cheeks from where his face was pressed into the pillow.

“you okay, baby?”

he frowns. “feels so good, but… wanna be closer to you…”

your heart melts at the innocent request, and soon enough chris is laying on his back beneath you, looking up at you with those wide puppy eyes as you ease back inside him.

“this better? this what you wanted?” you pant as you start picking up the pace at which you fuck him.

he nods as the tears build up again, and this time he can't hold them back. he wraps his arms around you and pulls you close, sobbing into your chest as he clings onto you.

“oh, puppy… is it too much?”

“no! don't stop…”

“you're crying ‘cause it feels good?”

you feel him nod aggressively against your skin, so you keep going, a little harder now. his moans start to get louder, and you can feel his thighs trembling underneath you.

you sit up again and chris slowly blinks his eyes open, immediately focusing in on your tits bouncing in his face. his mouth drops open slightly and his eyes glaze over as he shamelessly ogles you, which elicits a giggle from you.

“what are you looking at, baby?”

he doesn’t speak, just curls his fingers around the low neckline of your tank top, tugging it down slightly as he looks up at you with wide, questioning eyes.

“can you say please?” 

“please… need it…” he whines.

“go on, then.”

chris lifts both hands to free your breasts from your tank top, and his jaw drops as a needy moan escapes him. you lean over him and he immediately attaches his lips to one of your nipples, reaching up to grope and squeeze at the other.

you moan at the soft warmth of his mouth on you, and your thrusts inside him become slower but deeper, more forceful. chris whines and bucks his hips upward, grinding his hips against nothing.

you feel one of chris’s hands leave its place on your tit, and you glance down to see him stroking his neglected cock, blissfully oblivious to your scrutinising glare. 

“hey! you think that's fucking allowed? you're funny.” you laugh, but there’s no humour behind it, only a mild bemusement in the face of his boldness. you grip his wrist and pin it behind his head. his eyes fly open and he stutters in surprise.

“sorry… i didn't know, wasn't even thinking… it just felt good…”

“yeah? felt good, huh?” you punctuate your words with harsh thrusts into him. “you sayin’ i’m not making you feel good enough, is that it?”

“no! no, it's so good! i’m sorry!” now the tears are starting again, but you're not buying it.

“you trying to get slapped again?”

chris falls silent. no protests, no whining. you can barely even hear his breaths. 

“answer me.”

“yes… i mean, no, i wasn't trying to, but… please…”

“please? you're askin’ for it now?”

chris reaches up to wipe his tears with the heel of his hand. “i don't know… it felt really good last time… i don’t know why, i’m sorry…”

you slow down your thrusts as you consider the boy beneath you. he seems like he means it, like he really wants it.

“you sure?” your voice is softer now. chris nods quickly, and you reach up to gently stroke his cheek. he flinches slightly as your hand makes the gentle contact, which makes you giggle.

“you’re sure you’re sure?”

“please…” he whines, frowning and closing his eyes.

“okay. you asked for it.” you shrug before slapping him across the face, with enough force to turn his head fully to the side.

he cries out, a strange sound of both pleasure and pain, as his tears start to stream again. he reaches up to rub at his cheek, whimpering softly.

“again…” you barely hear his weak, whiny command.

“you serious? again?”

chris nods, closing his eyes as he turns his head back towards you.

you smack him across the other side of the face, and this time he just pants softly, looking back up at you with teary eyes that tug at your heartstrings.

“chris… you okay?” 

“yeah…” he smiles through the tears. “it feels so good.”

“you're weird.” you giggle and lean down to kiss his cheek, soothing the stinging burn on his skin. he tilts his head to lean into the touch, and soon your lips are on his, kissing him with a tenderness entirely departed from the harsh marks you just left on his cheeks.

as the two of you make out, you start to roll your hips into him again, pushing the strap-on further inside him. chris whines into the kiss and reaches down to grip your waist. you lower your body fully on top of his so that you can feel him rutting his hips upwards into you, his cock sliding between your bodies.

he pulls away from the kiss but keeps his face close to yours, avoiding your eye as he whines desperately. you lift yourself up to find his cock throbbing against his tummy, the tip a vibrant red, with precum already smeared all over his skin.

“are you close, baby?” you ask quietly. 

chris nods and tries to pull you close to him again. you dig your hands into the strong flesh of his thighs, lifting and holding them against his stomach. the new position lets you hit a deeper spot inside the needy boy, and you take his surprised moan as a sign to pick up the pace a little until he’s writhing beneath you, gasping for air.

“can you look at me when you cum?” when chris nods eagerly, you smirk and double down. “yeah? you can? good boy…”

that pushes him over the edge.

“fuck… thank you, thank you!” he almost squeals as he finally cums, the thick white ropes painting his stomach and yours as he forces himself to keep his needy eyes on you. after a minute of watching him catch his breath, you slide out of his gaping hole, leaving him sighing heavily beneath you.

“you okay, chris?”

“yeah.” his voice is hoarse when he answers, and he reaches out his arms for you until you're sitting on his lap again.

this time he initiates the kiss, clutching at your shirt and letting out occasional tired whines as his soft lips mingle with yours, puffy from where they had been bitten or pressed together.

“all mine. can you say it for me?” you whisper.

“i’m all yours…” chris mumbles against your lips, pulling you even closer to him.

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[sturncoast]

✰ ┄ I L O V E M Y B O Y F R I E N D ( ? ) P A R T 2

˖ ˖۫◞ in which . . . you find yourself tangled in a web between your boyfriend matt and his brother chris. this takes place after the events in part one

˖ ˖۫◞ this work contains . . . smut. please read responsibly. cheating until otherwise stated, semi-manipulation, degradation, praise, threesome (no incest ew wtf) unprotected pnv, hair pulling, blow job, throat fucking, doggy style, mating press, fingering, munch!matt, soft!matt, cocky!chris, bigdick!chris, titty fucking, cum play (?).

˖ ˖۫◞ how long is it . . . 2.2k

˖ ˖۫◞ evie explains . . . this is a work of fiction and does not represent the real matt or chris, I do not condone cheating of any sort, if you dont like this concept, simply do not read it. this is not proofread!!!

You scramble to your feet before the door can swing open. Your feet pad to the bathroom and lock the door behind you.

“Chris? You in there?” You hear Matt’s voice, which sounds muffled on the other side of the door.

Chris is still dazed from his last orgasm, but he tries to compose himself.

“Yeah,” he groans, getting up from his bed. He grabs a towel that’s draped over a chair and wraps it around his waist before reaching for the doorknob. 

It’s difficult to hear what they’re saying because your heartbeat pounds in your ears. 

“You uh, have company?” Matt asks his brother that’s clad in only a towel as sweat collects at his brow.

“Yeah, she’s in the bathroom. You scared her,” Chris replies in almost a chuckle. 

Fucking bastard. Why would he say that?!

“Thought I heard someone else. I was wondering if you had seen—”

“Your girlfriend? How the fuck should I know, kid? M’busy,” Chris says, shutting the door in his brother’s face. You hear the lock secure. 

After a second, Chris taps at the bathroom door. You open it with a disapproving look on your face. 

“You owe me,” he says in a flat tone.

“I owe you? You said someone was in the bathroom, what if he came in!” 

“What, you don’t think your boyfriend trusts you?” Chris feigns pity, pouting his lip at you.

You roll your eyes and shove past him to grab your clothes. “Fuck off, Chris.”

“You’re pretty cocky for someone who has my nut running down their leg,” he taunts. 

He can’t see but you give him a dirty look as you bend down to grab your clothes. “Says the guy who was whimpering my name when I didn’t stop riding you,” you reply. 

He doesn’t have a smug comeback for that this time. Instead, he closes the bathroom to clean himself up. You get changed and leave before he’s out of the bathroom. You sneak out of the house and return some time later. When you come back you head straight for Matt’s room, in desperate need of a shower. 

Your boyfriend is laying in bed scrolling through his phone when you walk through the door. 

“Hey! Where were you?” he greets, eyes flicking up to you as you rummage through a drawer to get some clean clothes.

“I went to the book store. Sorry I took so long,” you respond. 

“And you didn’t buy anything?” He questions, clearly noticing you walked into the room empty-handed.

“Nothing caught my eye, I guess,” you answer with a pile of clean clothes in your arms as you stand up and head to Matt’s bathroom.

Silence fills the room before he speaks again. 

“So this book store trip,” he begins. 

“Mhm?”

“Was this before or after you fucked Chris?” 

Shit.

You drop everything in your grasp and freeze. A nervous laugh escapes your mouth. “What?”

Matt gets out of bed and walks towards you. “You heard me,” he says. 

“I—I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you lie.

“C’mon, you think I’m really that clueless?” He asks you with a sly smirk on his face. “I saw the hickey. I heard you downstairs.”

“And you’re not mad?”

“Not at all. We planned it,” he shrugs.

Your mouth drops open. “You planned it?”

“Mhm,” Matt brushes a piece of hair behind your ear. His voice is soft and tender. 

“Why?”

“Chris and I have always been good at sharing,” he says. “Isn’t that right, Chris?” He calls out to his brother outside in the hall.

A moment later, Chris opens the door to Matt’s room with a smug look on his face. “Yup. Matt’s very generous with his toys,” Chris jokes, crossing his arms. 

You furrow your brow when you hear his disgusting comment, but your body betrays you by reacting in ways that make your heart race. 

“What do you say, sweetheart? You up for round two?” Your boyfriend asks.

“With the way she fucks, she’s probably got three or four rounds in her,” Chris adds. 

“Come on, baby. Is this what you want?” Matt asks, grabbing your hips.

Your mouth begins to water at the thought of having them both at the same time, but shyness gets the best of you. All you can do is bite your lip and nod. Your confirmation is all it takes for Matt to guide you to his bed. You lay down and Matt begins to plant soft kisses on your lips. “Such a pretty girl,” he praises.

His hands run underneath your shirt. He reaches to massage your breasts as he continues peppering you with kisses. Meanwhile, Chris stands at the foot of the bed, arms crossed, watching as Matt showers you with affection. As Matt’s warm lips trail down your neck, all you can do is whine. “Oh, Matt.”

“Y’doing such a great job,” he coos. 

He tugs off your shirt completely and your tits are on full display. Your body blushes all over while you feel so exposed. Matt reaches down to wrap his lips around one of your nipples. His tongue swirls around your supple breast before sucking tenderly. Matt’s hand wanders to slip down your shorts, where his fingers greet your sensitive bud. Slick coats his digits as he plays with your pussy and your hips buck involuntarily. A soft sound escapes your mouth while Matt has his way with you. 

Soon, Chris grows impatient. He tugs off your shorts so he can watch Matt work his magic with his fingers. Chris reaches for the button of his own pants, pulling them down along with his underwear. In your dazed state, you notice his already stiff cock. He pumps it a few times while he watches Matt continue to play with you. 

Before too long, Chris grabs you by the legs, pulling you down towards the edge of the bed. You shriek, caught off guard by his movements.

“Be gentle, Chris,” Matt warns.

“She can take it. Trust me,” Chris says just before shoving his thick dick so deep in your cunt, your body tenses up. 

Your mouth falls open, allowing a soft whimper to escape your lips. “Fuck.”

“Doing so good,” Matt reassures you, swirling his fingers around your clit. Your whole body trembles with heightened sensitivity.

Chris is relentless from the start, pistoning into your willing hole so lewd sounds fill the room. With every grind, your velvety cunt grips around his length. Your reactions only make him want to give you more.

“Such a greedy slut,” Chris grunts. He grabs you by the underside of your thighs, pressing them into your chest to gain more access to your sweet pussy. “Taking this fat cock so well.”

“Don’t listen to him, baby. You’re perfect,” Matt whispers, never letting up on your now swollen button. All you can see is Matt as he sits beside you, allowing Chris fuck you like he wants. “Keep your eyes on me. You’re doing such a great job,” Matt praises.

The way the two brothers work in tandem to torture your puffy, slick center has you on the edge of your first orgasm. “Fuck she’s close,” Chris says between thrusts. 

Matt grabs you by the chin, rubbing his thumb against your cheek. “Cum for us baby. Let us make you feel good,” he encourages you softly.

Matt’s gentle demeanor contrasting the way Chris abuses your wet core is enough to push you over the edge. Shockwaves ripple through your body. Your hips fight to jolt upwards, but Chris’s grip holds you firmly in place. He doesn’t stop, even as you ride through your orgasm. The only respite you get is when Matt pulls his hand away from your clit, letting you relax only slightly as Chris continues to bury into you. 

Matt pulls down his sweats as he stands on the side of the bed. His own hardness is visible as it flops to hit his stomach. Chris pulls out of you, only to turn you over. He pulls your ass up, getting you on all fours. He lines his dick up with your stretched out hole once more. Before he drills into you, he grabs you by the hair. “Suck his cock while I fuck you like the slut you are,” Chris says.

In your pliable state, all you do is comply. Your mouth opens wide, allowing Matt to place his tip on your tongue. He swirls it once before slowly easing it deeper into your mouth. As soon as you wrap your lips around him, Chris’s dick sinks into you and with every slam, his cock kisses your cervix. Chris’s motions push you forward, so you take even more of Matt in your mouth. 

Your head bobs every time Chris grinds himself to your hilt. Matt’s dick hits the back of your throat as drool collects around the edges of your reddened lips. “Feel so good around my cock,” Matt croons as his hand rests in your hair. 

Soon both ends of you are a sloppy dripping mess. Your own juices slide down your thigh as Chris tortures your pussy and spit collects at the tip of your chin while Matt fills your mouth. Matt and Chris take turns using your holes. When Matt pulls back, Chris shoves himself deep inside you. He slaps your ass every time your pussy squeezes him tightly. When Chris pulls out, Matt’s deep down your throat, grabbing you by the hair to guide you just how he wants.

Eventually, your arms grow weak beneath you.

“Poor thing can’t take much more,” Matt tells Chris.

“I can fix that,” Chris responds. He flips you over so you lay on your back. Your head hangs over the edge of the bed while you try to catch your breath. 

“Switch,” he adds, gesturing to Matt.

Chris now stands above you, eager to shove his cock down your throat. He grabs the back of your head while guiding his dick into your mouth. It’s the gentlest he’s ever been with you, but once he’s found his angle, the feeling of your lips wrapped around him takes over. He throat fucks you slowly at first, but it builds into a pace thats almost unbearable. Spit drips down your face traveling to hit the floor beneath you. 

Chris pulls out once, allowing you to catch your breath. “This is my new favorite way to shut you up,” he says. Before you can say anything back, his dick fills your mouth once more. 

Meanwhile, Matt has settled between your legs. His hands push your thighs as wide as they can go. He blows cold air on your wet cunt before diving his tongue into your puffy folds, lapping up the mess that his brother left behind. His lips wrap around your stiff bud while his fingers toy with your entrance. He uses two fingers to massage your sweetest spot. They curl just right, allowing your second climax to build deep within you. 

He eats you like his life depends on it. The taste on his tongue is so tantalizing that he moans into your pussy. “Taste so good,” he mumbles into your center. He doubles his efforts, lapping and sucking while his fingers work your willing hole. His other hand applies pressure to your lower stomach while his fingers penetrate your sensitive core. Together, his mouth and fingers finally push you to your next orgasm. He stays latched onto you while your climax ripples through you.

Your mouth remains filled with Chris and all you can do is whine on his cock. “Fuuuuuck,” Chris groans, throwing his head back. Your cheeks hollow and your mouth constricts around him. It’s all it takes for him to shoot his hot load down your throat. Your nose is flush against his skin as he fills you up. After he pulls out your left a panting mess. 

Echoes of your climax still rush through your body, but they’re not done with you yet.

Chris urges Matt to straddle you. “Her fuckin tits are perfect.”

“She’s perfect,” Matt agrees. His thighs land on either side of your torso. He pumps his cock twice. The tip is red and swollen, desperate to be relieved. Chris spits right between your breasts and Matt grabs them both. He grinds his dick through the valley they create. He massages your stiff peaks as he slides his cock between your tits. “So—so sexy,” Matt whispers, almost hypnotized by the way his dick feels between your breasts. 

Chris stands behind your head, watching your tits get fucked. “So fuckin filthy,” he says. Matt’s movements become more erratic and you can tell he’s close. Just then, Chris grabs your head by a fistful of hair to lift it up. “Open wide like a good slut and take what he gives you,” he tells you.

You comply, opening your mouth eagerly. Matt’s hips twitch and spurts of hot cum land on your chest and in your mouth. The way you pant makes you look like a desperate puppy, eager to please the both of them in any way you can. 

Chris drags two fingers across your chest, gathering his brother essence. He then shoves his fingers in your mouth. 

“Don’t be dirty. Clean up your mess,” he chastises. With that, you eagerly suck off the essence on his fingertips.

Fuck, what have you gotten yourself into?

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[slvtf0rchr1s]

. . . ⇢ ˗ˏˋ DISCOVERING THAT SUB!MATT HAS A SLAPPING KINK ࿐ྂ

“mmpfh—“ his moans are pathetic, high pitched sounds that confirm the intense pleasure he’s feeling. he looks up at you, eyes glazed over in desire and arousal, his cock pulsing inside of you.

you moan, lifting your hips once again to then let them sink, bouncing on his lap. your eyes are locked with his, and matt struggles to even hold the intense gaze, his head squirming side to side in the pillow.

“f-fuck…” he moans, his hands twitching as they grip the sheets.

a few minutes before, you’ve told him —well rather demanded him—that he needed to keep his hands to himself, and even though he nodded like a puppy, he didn’t know it was going to be this hard.

matt struggles, really struggles. his knuckles are white due the firm way he’s gripping the sheets, trying to ground himself.

you occasionally lean forward to kiss the poor boy underneath you, pussy clenching around him when he lets out yet another whimper.

his hair is messy, his face confronted in a pleased, yet needy expression, wanting nothing more than to finally let that knot in his stomach let go.

you give him a sly wink, bouncing up and down on his cock, that is slipping in and out of your soaking cunt.

“ngh— baby, please…”

he’s not sure what he’s begging for, maybe for his release, maybe for his growing need to roam his hands over his body. he doesn’t know anymore, brain fuzzy as he watches you bounce up and down on him, the sight being something he needs imprinted in his mind.

“shh.. be good for me matt..”

you demand in a sweet voice, hand coming up to stroke his cheek gently. he moans in response.

“i-im trying— ngh f-fuck.. a-ah..”

he’s a horny mess, and you can’t help but chuckle as you meet his begging eyes. his hands tremble when you press a soft kiss on his lips.

he can’t take it anymore.

his hands finally loosen around the sheets, immediately finding contact with your soft skin. his hands are digging in your sides, his head thrown back as he moans.

and you truly can’t believe that he disobeyed you, so, within a split second, your hand meets his face.

not hard, just enough to leave the slightest tingly feeling.

and instead of matt flinching back and pulling you off him angrily, he lets out the loudest moan you’ve ever heard from him.

his head is thrown back, his hips stutter up desperately as he feels the knot in his stomach tightening, before letting go.

you gasp, shocked when you feel his hot release over your walls, filling you up with his sticky cum.

he pants, brows furrowed as one if his hands moves from your hips to his own face, covering his eyes and letting out a embarrassed whimper.

“s-sorry..” he whispers, voice cracking. his face is beet red.

you’ve completely paused your movements, staring at him in slight shock.

“sorry..” he whimpers again removing his hand from his face. “i- i didn’t know… im so—“

“shh..”

he looks up surprised when you shush him, his cheek flushed. you tilt your head and smile softly.

“didn’t know you would like that baby, want me to do it again?”

and god, it’s impressive how rapid his constant nods are, and how quickly you can feel him harden inside you again.

a/n posting a draft cause i have no motivation to write but i do wanna post cause i love yall :))

[chrisssiren]

❝𝑲𝒆𝒆𝒑 𝒇𝒖𝒄𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒎𝒆, 𝒔𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕.❞

starring 𝑴𝒂𝒕𝒕 𝑺𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒐𝒍𝒐

⟡ 𝒔𝒎𝒖𝒕! ⋆ bf!matt ⋆ brat x brat tamer ⋆ spanking ⋆ fingering ⋆ clit stimulation ⋆ angry rough sex ⋆ bigdick!matt ⋆ missionary ⋆ pet names ⋆ size kink ⋆ degradation + praise ⋆ choking ⋆ spitting in mouth ⋆ breeding kink ⋆ creampie ⋆ mentions of aftercare ⋆ more. «𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒕»

You’ve been acting like a total brat towards Matt on purpose all day today, speaking to him with more bite and sarcasm than necessary. And being the patient boyfriend he is, he let it slide at first, chalking it up to you having a bad day or something.

But it quickly became too much when you started to tease him during dinner, deliberately pressing your legs close to his, pulling his arm flush against your chest, whispering dirty things in his ear like you’re not in a public space.

You thought it was funny, messing with Matt while he sat across from his brothers at their go-to restaurant. And it was. It was funny seeing the faint flush creep up his neck as your fingers traced slow circles on his thigh under the table while he had to pretend like nothing was wrong even though his traitorous dick was starting to react.

You knew not to test your luck—knew what would happen when you’re alone with him hours later, but you continued anyway. Your hand kept wandering before his larger one caught your wrist, and when you looked at Matt, he was already staring (more like glaring) at you, jaw tight and pupils clearly dilated.

He looked furious.

"What?" You asked, smiling innocently like your hand wasn’t resting dangerously close to his boner, only stopped by his hand gripping your wrist tightly, but not tight enough to be painful.

Matt almost—almost—smirked at your audacity as you played the innocent card, but the frustration burning in him won over any amusement or desire, his voice tight as he whispered quietly enough that only you could hear him. "Baby, enough. We’re in public and Chris and Nick will see."

Maybe you should’ve listened to him. You really should have.

But what did you do instead?

You simply smirked and let your pinky brush against his boner teasingly, watching his breath get caught in his throat, chest heaving slightly with deep breaths as he tried to keep himself in control and not pounce on you right then and there.

"Keep fucking testing me, sweetheart. Keep doing that shit and see where it’ll get you." Matt whispered, tone showing that his patience was running low, his grip tightening ever so slightly on your wrist.

You didn’t realize it then, but the damage had already been done. He let go of your wrist but he’d gone quiet, already planning what to do with you when you two were back at your place. If only you knew what you’d just started—but you were laughing on the inside seeing him get that worked up.

After dinner, You slid into the backseat with Nick to continue your talk but also to avoid Matt since you knew you had gone and pissed him off beyond belief. He didn’t show it though, that he was annoyed as fuck and still sporting a hard-on. Pretending like everything was okay, he talked to Chris and even laughed with him.

You almost thought his anger had worn off.

But after dropping Chris and Nick off at their house, Matt was finally alone with you, the air heavy with tension.

And now, sitting in the backseat of his car alone with the only sound filling the space between you two being the low hum of the engine as he drove, you begin to realize you may be doomed. But your mind is already wandering as you watch him drive in silence. He looks so good right now, all mad and quiet, only one hand on the wheel and the other propped on the center console.

Matt’s jaw works as he glances at you through the rearview mirror, eyes dark and piercing, before looking back at the road, not saying anything but his silence is enough to tell you that you should’ve just listened to him when he told you to stop and behave.

He’s so quiet that it’s starting to make you fidget uncomfortably in the backseat, preferring to look at the passing trees and buildings through the window rather than your boyfriend. Even though you’re starting to feel a teeny tiny bit of guilt for making him so stressed today, you can’t help the way his quiet anger soaks your panties in arousal.

It’s the main reason why you act like a brat towards him. It turns you on, how he looks when he’s irritated, how he acts—like he’s dying to get you alone and put you in your place. And God, do you enjoy the sex when he’s not in a good mood. He fucks you like he hates you—unlike how sweet he is in bed usually.

When he pulls over in the parking lot below your apartment complex, he speaks gruffly while taking off his seatbelt. "Get out." You can’t help but squeeze your thighs together at the way he’s talking to you, and you comply quickly, getting out of his car with your mini bag slung over one shoulder.

Matt can’t lie, you look too pretty to be acting the way you acted today, but you’d really tested his patience, too. He really tried to keep himself calm, but it was hard to do so with you either snapping at him or teasing him mercilessly.

The elevator ride is quiet except for the sound of it ascending up towards your floor. Matt’s still awfully quiet as he waits for you to walk out when the door opens, keeping a gentle hand on your lower back like the gentleman he is despite how he’s going to act otherwise when he’s got you sprawled out on your bed.

He doesn’t pounce on you when you walk inside your apartment like you thought he would, instead, he takes his time—almost like he’s savoring every ounce of the tension in the air. He pulls you towards your bedroom without a word, closing the door behind you both.

"Get on the bed, clothes off." He commands, voice awfully calm and almost flat, no signs of his anger anywhere. Huh, weird.

You comply quickly, almost embarrassingly quickly, pulling off your clothes and sitting down on your bed, waiting for him to do something about your attitude. Your panties lay soaked on the floor, and his eyes dart towards it before looking back at you, the faintest smirk on his lips.

"So fucking wet, aren’t you?" He begins walking towards you, voice laced with that condescending tone that makes your stomach flip and core ooze with slick.

Matt’s hand reaches out and grips your jaw when he’s finally standing in front of you, making you look up at him. "I know what you’re doing, sweetheart." He murmurs, his smirk widening at the sight of you already unraveling at his touch and words.

"You’re doing this shit on purpose," he accuses, "trynna make me fuck you until you’re forced to remember my dick when you sit down. I know you. I know exactly what gets you going."

Your breath hitches at his words, and he notices. He always does. It seems to fuel his determination to put you in your place, to treat you like the brat you are. So he does just that, sitting down beside you and pulling you so you’re draped across his lap, ignoring the sound of your surprise.

"You’re gonna count for me, ’kay?" Matt coos, knowing damn well his tone and words are contrasting starkly from each other.

You barely manage a nod before you feel a sharp slap against one of your ass cheeks, making you jolt and gasp. He holds you down on his lap, not letting you escape his hand planting firm slaps on your ass.

smack!

"One...! — smack! — Two....! — smack! — Three...! Matt- ahn! — smack! — Four...! — smack! — Five...! — smack! — S-six...!" You keep counting, whimpering in between, squirming on his lap—but also growing wetter. The line between pain and pleasure blurs, and soon enough, Matt notices your pussy beginning to—actually—ooze your pussy juices onto his jean clad thigh.

"Look at that..." Matt breathes out, in awe as he watches your cunt drool. "Look at you soaking wet from this, like a fucking slut."

Matt slowly drags his fingers down your slit, feeling his fingertips coat with your arousal. You can feel how hard he is from the way his bulge is digging into your side, throbbing with each heartbeat, twitching in the confinement of his jeans.

A breathy gasp leaves you when you felt two of his digits sink into your wet heat without any warning, knuckles deep, and God does he have long fingers. You lose your train of thought as he begins moving them in and out of you, slowly but purposely curling them down so he’d rub against that spongy spot that makes your eyes roll back in pleasure.

"Riight there... Feels good, sweetheart?" Matt taunts, his free hand grabbing a handful of your ass before slapping it sharply, making you tighten around his digits. "Use your words. Tell me how much you love my fingers."

"I l-love-" You try to speak, but Matt cruelly fucks your pussy faster with his fingers, pressing a hand on your lower back so you won’t be able to move away even if you tried. One of your hands reaches back towards him to clutch onto his wrist, your other hand gripping his pant leg for dear life.

The lewd, wet squelching noises of his fingers slipping in and out of your drenched pussy is deafening, blending in with your desperate moans and Matt’s low grunts. His dick throbs insistently against his clothes, reacting to the smell of your arousal and the sounds your pussy is making.

"Too much, baby?" He coos even though he’s not slowing down, matter of fact, his thumb presses against your clit, moving his digits expertly, knowing exactly what makes you unravel. "Too fucking bad. Should’ve thought twice before you decided to act like a brat."

You can feel your orgasm approaching, that intense pleasurable high about to explode throughout your entire body. Matt can feel it, too, thanks to your pussy squeezing him like a vice as your muscles ripples around his fingers. And just as you’re about to feel that euphoric feeling, Matt’s fingers slip out of your cunt with a wet sound.

You whine, a desperate sound clawing out of your throat, as you feel your orgasm stop abruptly, the emptiness making you clench around nothing but air in desperate spasms. Your breathing is ragged, still whimpering softly from the leftover pleasure burning in your core.

"Since you wanted to be a brat so badly," He murmurs, voice that low rumble whenever he’s had enough. "I’m gonna fuck you like one."

You’re manhandled onto the bed, flopping down onto your back unceremoniously, your legs immediately clamping shut when you feel the cool air hit your wet and sensitive private parts.

"Ah, ah," Matt tuts, large hands gripping your knees and spreading them apart roughly. "Keep ’em open, juust like that... Good girl."

His eyes, dark and predatory, roam over your disheveled state; your hair’s a mess, pussy leaking with arousal like a bitch in heat, eyelids heavy, chest heaving with ragged breaths, and lips red and swollen from you biting them.

Pulling off his shirt overhead, he messes up his already messy hair further. You’re so sure you can feel your pulse in your pussy as you stare at Matt—at how delicious he looks right now.

Matt’s hands trail down your legs slowly, watching you shiver under his delicate touch. You almost beg him to take his dick out of his pants before he (thankfully) does just that, releasing his thick, heavy cock—long and veiny. He pulls down his pants and boxers just enough before gripping himself from the base and tugging at his cock a few times, gaze zeroed in on your pussy.

You jolt and whimper when Matt slaps his cock head against your pussy a few times, making wet slapping noises that have your cheeks burning. Running his head through your folds, he groans at the warm, sticky fluid coating his shaft, making it easier to grind against you.

When he enters, he doesn’t go fast like you expected, he pushes inside painfully slowly—enough for you to feel him stretch your tight walls to accommodate his big dick. He sinks into you until his hips are almost flush against yours, grinding his hips to stuff you full of his thick meat, until you’re gasping at the way his tip is pressing insistently against your cervix.

Matt draws his hips back, watching your eyes flutter closed at the sensation of his thick, veiny cock dragging across your velvet-like walls. Hooking his arms under your knees, he props his hands on either side of your torso, folding you slightly and making it easier for him for fuck you deep.

Your eyes snap open and jaw go slack when he slams back inside, stealing your breath away. Your hands scramble to hold onto his forearms as he sets a slow but deep pace. It messes with your head, his thrusts. You can feel every inch of him, every fucking inch slide in and out of you.

And whenever he slams back into you, it’s like he’s punishing you by hitting your cervix, hard. The pain and pleasure blends together and becomes something so overwhelming tears spring to your eyes. Holding on for dear life is all you can do, gasping for air and barely able to moan, this might just be the best he’s ever fucked you.

"Fuuck-- Look at you... You love how good it hurts, yeah? Can feel your womb kissing my tip... She fucking loves this dick." He lets out an airy chuckle at the way you’re clutching onto him, those pretty eyes looking into his dark ones all tear-filled. "Yeah... you crying? Feels too good, huh?"

All you can manage is a choked moan, eyes rolling back slightly, nails digging into his arms. He pushes your legs off his shoulders and instead wraps one around his waist, changing the angle slightly. The new angle makes you shift on the bed, back arching with a soft cry.

"Keep making those sweet sounds while I fuck this pretty little pussy." Matt’s hand wraps around your throat, not choking you completely but enough to make it challenging to breathe. His other hand holds your thigh firmly against his waist, keeping that perfect angle that has you seeing stars.

He’s not just hitting your cervix now, his thick head is dragging against that spongy spot in your front wall with each thrust, and you can barely take the pleasure, going completely speechless for a second as your eyes roll back into your skull. Matt’s hand tightens around your neck at the sight in front of him.

The way your pussy is swallowing his fat cock whole while squeezing it like it can’t get enough and wants to keep him inside you forever is making him throb, balls drawing up tight. He’s grunting and groaning above you, not even trying to be quiet, showing exactly how good your pussy feels.

"You close? Think you deserve to come?" Matt murmurs breathlessly, leaning down, his soft pants making his chest heave. His hand leaves your thigh and instead presses into the mattress beside your head to prop himself up, his hips slapping against yours with wet “plaps”. "C’mon, fucking look at me—mhn—and tell me. Do you deserve to come?"

You try your best to say something, you really do try, but the feeling of him fucking you so good paired with his hand around your throat makes it harder to speak—let alone think. And all that comes out of your mouth are sounds of pure, unadulterated pleasure.

"Look at you—mmhn—gone—shit—fucking speechless... haahh..." Matt taunts, his chain glistening in the sunlight filtering in through the haphazardly closed blinds. He looks so good right now, and the sight is making you tighten around him more, eliciting a hiss from him.

His pace quickens slightly, muttering breathlessly under his breath like he’s about to unravel too. "Fuuck... trynna suffocate me with your pussy, sweetheart? ’Cause she’s—mmhn-ah—killing me here..." His pace falters slightly, abs clenching, biceps flexing and veins becoming more prominent than ever. "Yeah... keep- ffuck- keep doing that shit- bruise my dick, baby."

Matt knows he won’t last much longer with you clenching around his dick like that, so he decides to just let you come. "Open that fucking mouth," he commands, watching you obey slowly. He spits in your mouth, watching his saliva land on your tongue. "Swallow it... Good girl... Good fucking girl."

He leans down to kiss you messily, spit mixing together, hips still moving against your like a machine. His tongue tangles with yours, licking your teeth, biting your lips. That taut feeling in your stomach is reaching the breaking point, about to explode—and Matt feels it, feels your pussy spasming around him as your breaths turn into gasps.

He lets go of your throat and instead reaches down to rub your clit roughly with his thumb, your slick making everything slippery. Your nails dig into his back, your eyes rolling back briefly, beginning to feel that taut feeling in your stomach dissipate slowly, dissolving into waves of pleasure.

"I’m coming- f-fuck- Matt- fuck- m’cummin’--" You're barely able to warn him before your pussy squeezes him even tighter—if that’s even possible—pulsing rhythmically around his thick meat. The feeling of your tight pussy milking him makes his balls tighten, his own orgasm not too far behind.

Matt puts you into mating press before you can even catch your breath, legs pushed back, knees almost touching your shoulders, pussy in full display for him. He starts fucking you again almost immediately. Faster. Deeper. His cock plunges in and out of you as he presses his weight against you to keep you in place.

"You want my cum, baby? Fuck... Want me to fill you up?" He pants above you, groaning and grunting as he fucks you like he’s trying to break you, or breed you—or both. He’s going so deep that you swear you can feel him in your chest, knocking the wind out of your lungs with each deep thrust.

He stares down at your glazed over eyes and dazed expression, nothing but gasps and loud moans and whimpers leaving you; you’re clearly too far gone to even think anymore, just focused on the immense pleasure mixed with pain that Matt’s giving you right now.

You whimper and nod frantically, babbling something incoherent about wanting him to cum inside you and make you a mommy. The sound of you begging him to fill you up and make you all swollen with his babies paired with the sight of you so fucked out from his dick pushes him over the edge, and he shudders above you, stilling after a few rough thrusts.

He grinds his hips against yours, panting, eyes closed, making sure every rope of hot cum stays deep inside you. His pearly release paints your walls, and the warmth of his cum inside you adds to the intimacy as his eyes flutter open and lips meet yours in a soft dance.

"Love you... I love you so fucking much, sweetheart..." Matt murmurs against your lips, his eyes soft as he looks down at you. Something about the duality of him being so sweet after fucking that attitude out of you will forever be attractive to you.

"I love you too..." You whisper back, voice slightly hoarse from moaning so much. You watch Matt’s eyes crinkle at the corners as he smiles down at you, chuckling softly.

"Okay, pretty, let’s get you cleaned up. And then we can cuddle and watch some movies. I’ll be right back." Matt kisses you gently, quickly, and slowly pulls out, both of you hissing softly at the sensitivity.

And when he settles beside you after helping you clean up and putting on some clothes himself, you can’t help but imagine the next time you’ll purposely annoy him just to get fucked like that.

Yeah... You’re never gonna learn.

And Matt will never say no to putting you in your place.

© 𝒄𝒉𝒓𝒊𝒔𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒓𝒆𝒏

⟡ 𝟑.𝟑𝒌 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅𝒔 ⸝⸝ 𝒆𝒏𝒈𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒉 𝒊𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒎𝒚 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒔𝒕 𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒖𝒂𝒈𝒆!

ִֶָ𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ 𝖎𝖘𝖆’𝖘 𝖓𝖔𝖙𝖊𝖘 ་༘࿐ i saw that post by @letstripdotcom and i immediately made a new wip and started writing. i genuinely love the brat x brat tamer trope so so so much idk why i don’t write it that much. anyway, keep in mind that this was not proofread at all, i got lazy... so if you see mistakes or words that don’t make any sense just ignore pls 😭

[carboniila]

[barb-baudelaire]

when i say warrior cats is the anead to watership down's illad and oddessy this is what the fuck i mean

not to put down "Kill me and live with the memory. Then tell the stars that you won." but this scene is the coolest shit to ever happen in this genre

[sturni-olii]

chris only whimpers when your top is off.

based off of this post!

SUMMARY -> chris acts all tough until your tits are out

CONTAINS -> sexual content, nsfw, switch!chris and switch!reader, begging, bdsm, etc.

NOTES -> first smut fic EVER! don’t laugh please

you were laid in chris’ bed, scrolling on your phone. chris had been out with his brothers, and he could not wait to get home.

as soon as he walked in, he pounced on you, causing your phone to slide off the bed and fall to the floor. before you knew it, he was kissing you, and your hands slid to his hair.

he grabbed your wrists and pinned them down to the mattress beside your head, leaving you completely helpless.

he kissed down your neck, leaving a trail of wet kisses. when he sat back up straight to take off his shirt, you took the opportunity to begin sliding yours up, but chris caught your hands before you were done, only leaving your tits out.

you watched as his pupils dilated, eyes full of need as he stared at your chest. you laughed, “eyes up here, baby.”

“yeah, yeah… i… please.” he suddenly begged. you couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow, the pure yearn in his voice and the lust in his eyes catching you of guard.

“i’m not a mind-reader, specify what you want.” you said back.

“please… let me touch them. please.”

you laughed at him, head falling back a bit. “where’d all your confidence go, baby?” you murmured back, winking. you flipped both of you over to end up straddling his hips.

your tits were still on display, and he began reaching for them. you grabbed his hands and pushed them near the headboard, unbuckling your belt.

you tied it around his wrists and watched as he struggled against it. “no! no, please!” he begged, inner corners of his eyebrows rising up.

“nuh-uh, chris, you can’t touch.”

you untied his jeans and pulled them down, tutting as his hips bucked into the air. you slowly stripped, starting with your shirt and shorts, leaving you only in your lacey thong. chris was on th verge of tears, almost whimpering in desperation.

you gently stroked his bulge before letting his cock spring free, you lined your entrance up and very slowly sunk down, almost torturing the poor boy.

you slid up and down his length, feeling every ridge on it, every vein. you watched as his eyes fluttered closed, and as he struggled with the restraints, wanting so badly to grab you.

he kept mostly quiet while sounds poured out of your mouth, each bounce giving a sharp ending to your moans.

you moved faster the closer you got, soon placing your hands on chris’ chest for the extra boost, who was now meeting your bounces with thrusts of his own.

“mm– ah– i… i’m so close.. i’m so–“ he began mumbling incoherently, his cock twitching inside your walls.

but you slowed down, eventually to a full stop. and he simply exhaled loudly, very frustrated at you. he’d accept it the first time, but by the third he was on the point of losing his mind.

“please! please!” he begged when he felt you slow down once more as he neared his orgasm. “please, mommy. please, i’ll be a good boy, i swear! i’ll be such a good boy!” he sobbed, catching you by surprise.

“yeah? you’ll be a good boy for mommy?” you said in between moans, moving even faster when he nodded enthusiastically. “then cum. cum for mommy, you slut.”

a loud, pornographic whimper left his throat as he came, followed by more short sounds as you kept bouncing, each bounce followed by a noise.

you soon reached your own climax, riding out your high slowly. you stayed on top of him with his dick inside you for a long time, before you very slowly lifted yourself up, thighs twitching from the overstimulation of it.

you collapsed next to chris, and simply stared at him. “what?” he muttered, drained.

you smirked, “mommy?” chris’ hands when to his face, groaning in embarrassment. “stop!”

you simply laughed, learning you had a new kink and he would never live it down.

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[viviansturns]

𝑴𝑰𝑺𝑺𝑬𝑫 𝒀𝑶𝑼 ⋆˚꩜｡

sub!matt, overstim, vibrator, oral m!receiving orgasm control, they have a safe word, aftercare

The door clicked shut, loud in the quiet house. Matt shot up from the couch, a hopeful, desperate look on his face. He'd been waiting the whole day for you to come home.

And now, you were. You stood by the entryway, shrugging off your coat, looking a bit weary.

"I'm home, Matt!"

"Hi baby," he breathed out, the words barely a puff of air.

He was on you before you could answer. His hands found your waist, then slid up your back, bunching the fabric of your shirt. He buried his face in the crook of your neck, inhaling deeply, like he was trying to breathe you in and make up for the entire day's absence.

"I missed you so much," he mumbled against your skin, his voice thick. "So much. It was... it was so long." His lips were soft, trailing over your pulse point. "I've been thinking about you all day."

You didn't push him away, but you rolled your eyes, grinning. You let your bag fall to the floor with a soft thud.

"Please," he whispered, and the word was fractured.

You tsked "What's got you so worked up, huh?" He pressed closer, the whole length of his body flush against yours. And then you felt it. The hard, insistent line of his cock, trapped in the confines of his jeans, grinding against your thigh. It wasn't a subtle movement. It was a needy, undulating roll of his hips, searching for friction, for something.

"Just you." he whimpered out, his hips moving again, a little faster this time. "Been hard for hours..." His hands tightened on your back. "Please... just... touch me. A little? I need it so bad."

He was like a dog, begging at the door after being left alone. He was humping your leg, right there in the hallway, with a rhythm that was growing more frantic, more shameless. A dark patch was spreading on the crotch of his pants, the precum leaking from the tip of his neglected cock. His breathing was ragged in your ear, little whimpers escaping with each thrust.

"P-Please," he begged, his voice cracking. "Please, I'll do anything. I'll be so good. Just... please..."

Your hummed a long, drawn-out sound of mock contemplation.

"Bedroom," you said, your voice soft, "C'mon."

A choked sob of relief escaped him. "Yes. Yes, okay. Okay." He scrambled away from you, his movements clumsy with desperation, nearly tripping over his own feet in his haste to obey.

He didn't wait for you to lead, shedding his shirt along the way. By the time you walked in, he was already on the bed, stretched out on his back, his jeans and boxers shoved down to his knees. His cock was flushed and leaking, twitching against his stomach. He looked wrecked already, his chest heaving, his pupils blown wide with need.

You smiled but didn't say a word, finding his desperation endearing. You went to the nightstand, the drawer sliding open with a soft sound. Matt watched your every move, his breath hitching when he saw what you pulled out. A sleek, silver wand vibrator. His hands fisted in the duvet.

"Oh, god," he whimpered.

You moved to the foot of the bed, not touching him with your hands. You simply leaned over, switching the device on. A low, menacing hum filled the room. Then, you pressed the rounded head of the vibrator directly against the underside of his cock, right at the sensitive spot just below the head.

The effect was immediate. Matt's back arched off the mattress, a strangled cry tearing from his throat. His whole body went taut and the sensation was overwhelming, a concentrated point of buzzing, electric pleasure.

"Ah! F-fuck! Too much—!" he gasped, trying to wriggle away, but you held the vibrator firm.

"Stay still," you commanded, your voice calm. "And don't you dare come."

He whimpered, a high, wounded sound. "I can't— I won't— I'll try, I'll try so hard—"

You kept the vibrator there for a moment longer, watching him tremble, watching the muscles in his abdomen clench and quiver. Then, you lowered your head. Your tongue darted out, flicking across the weeping tip of his cock, tasting the salt of his precum.

His hips jerked violently. "Oh, god, please—!"

You swirled your tongue around the head, then took him into your mouth, just the first few inches, sucking gently while the vibrator continued its relentless assault on the underside of his shaft. He was a mess of incoherent sounds now, a string of pleas and curses and broken sobs. His hands flew to your hair just to hold on, his fingers tangling in the strands.

"Please, please, please... 'm so close... I can't hold it... Please let me come... I'll be so good, I swear..."

You hollowed your cheeks, sucking harder, the wet heat of your mouth a stark contrast to the sterile, buzzing pleasure of the vibrator. His hips began to buck in a small, desperate rhythm, fucking into your mouth with shallow thrusts, seeking more, deeper, anything.

"Please... I'm... I'm gonna—"

You pulled your head back, releasing him with a wet pop. "Not yet."

His thighs were shaking uncontrollably, the muscles standing out in sharp relief. The head of his cock was an angry, dark red, straining, a bead of clear fluid welling up at the slit and trailing down the side.

"Please," he whispered, tears leaking from the corners of his eyes and tracking into his hairline. "Please, I can't... it hurts..."

You leaned back in, your tongue tracing the throbbing vein on the underside of his cock. You took him into your mouth again, deeper this time, humming around him as the vibrator buzzed against your lips. It was too much. The dual stimulation, the heat, the vibration.

With a moan, he came. His back bowed, his heels digging into the mattress, his hands gripping your hair so tight it almost hurt. His release was hot and sticky, flooding your mouth in thick, bitter waves. He pulsed and twitched, spilling everything he had.

You pulled back, letting the last few spurts land on his stomach. You swallowed, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand.

You looked down at him, at the panting, shuddering mess he'd become.

"Did I say you could come?" you asked, your voice dangerously soft.

His eyes fluttered open, hazy and unfocused. "I... I'm sorry... I couldn't..."

"Hmmm," you said. "Guess we have to try again."

Before he could process what you meant, you brought the still-buzzing vibrator down again. Not to the spot below the head this time, but against the slick, swollen head of his spent softened cock.

His reaction was instantaneous, eyes rolling to the back of his head.

"Ah! ! Please! Can't—!" he babbled, thrashing against your hold.

You pause, pulling the vibrator away. He immediately whimpers with loss, picking his head up. "Do you want it or not?" you say.

He took a shaky breath, nodding. "I-I do, p-please."

"Stay still," you repeated, your tone leaving no room for argument. You held the vibrator back there, watching him writhe, listening to the sounds he made. His pleas became nonsense, a stream of broken sobs and gasps. The overstimulation was agony to him, but more so was pleasure, an overwhelming tidal wave that he was powerless against.

And then, impossible as it seemed, he came again.

His cock twitched, and a thin stream of come spurted out, weaker this time, dripping down his shaft and over your fingers.

You finally turned off the vibrator, tossing it aside. The sudden silence in the room was deafening. Matt was completely limp, sprawled across the bed, his chest rising and falling with shallow breaths. His eyes were closed, his lashes wet and clumped together.

You moved to lie beside him, pulling the discarded duvet over both of you. You gently wiped him clean with the corner of the sheet, then leaned in to press a soft kiss to his temple.

"You did so good," you murmured against his skin. "So, so good for me."

He made a small, contented noise, turning his head to nuzzle against your shoulder. His arm flopped over your waist, a heavy, warm weight.

"Love you," he slurred, the words thick with sleep.

"I love you too, Matt," you whispered, kissing the top of his head. "Now sleep."

a/n been awhile....

[viviansturns-side]

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[viviansturns]

𝑹𝑬𝑷𝑶𝑺𝑻𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑨𝑳𝑳 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑫𝑰𝑽𝑰𝑫𝑬𝑹𝑺 𝑰𝑽𝑬 𝑬𝑽𝑬𝑹 𝑴𝑨𝑫𝑬 (for my new account)

like + repost and tag me in your post, tyyyy!

[flowerssdecay]

Do I have to tag /every/ post I use these in?

[viviansturns-side]

no it's fine u can do it in your intro or something

[chrisssiren]

𝑩𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝑭𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒔 ✧ 𝑪.𝑺 [+𝟏𝟖]

ⓘ 𝑺𝑴𝑼𝑻! ⋆ bsf!chris ⋆ sexual tension ⋆ light banter ⋆ making out ⋆ dryhumping ⋆ cumming in pants ⋆ fluff + more.

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒚 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒓𝒕... being best friends meant you were off-limits, but chris couldn’t help himself from posting sexy stories on his instagram, hoping you’d see them. he never realized just how much he affected you—until now.

Chris has been looking at the many pictures he’d taken today while out, his hair still damp and messy, stubble coming in already. He’s searching for the perfect photo to put on his story—a photo that’d maybe make you think he’s hot after all.

It’s stupid. He knows it’s stupid. But he does it anyway.

He keeps opening instagram, trying to see if you’ve viewed his story yet. And when he sees your profile picture and name among the thousands of people, with a small heart in the bottom right corner of your picture (indicating you’ve liked it), his heart skips a beat before it begins to beat like he’d run a marathon.

When he sees a notification pop up from you, he almost drops his phone, trying to seem calm and collected as he texts back.

You smile to yourself, already halfway done getting ready. It’s not like you really expect anything more from Chris, knowing how he is about relationships, and also not wanting to feel crushed if he ever rejected you. But you still spray on your favorite perfume—the one he said smelled good.

Meanwhile, Chris is freaking out. He can’t believe you’re coming in an hour. He hasn’t prepared his heart yet! He needs to get himself together but the idea of watching movies with you while possibly cuddling on his bed—or sofa—is doing weird things to his heart and brain... and dick. He hopes his dick won’t act up when you’re here.

But it’s almost as if his dick’s got a mind of its own-

Enough of that, he should be focusing on cleaning up his room, making sure his bed is clean and everything is perfect. God, you never fail to make him feel like some stereotypical teenage girl with a crush. It’s honestly kind of embarrassing. But with you, he’s willing to swallow his pride.

"So... What do you wanna watch?" Chris sits beside you on his sofa, arm slung around the back of it, his knuckles brushing against your arm casually, the remote in his grip. He’s aimlessly scrolling through the different catalogs of movies displayed on his TV screen, trying to act casual despite the way his stomach is doing somersaults at your proximity and how good you smell.

"Let’s watch something scary," you suggest, eyeing his other hand that’s holding a can of Pepsi. Without thinking too much of it, you grab his wrist and pull his hand towards your mouth, taking a sip from his drink.

"Hey-" Chris laughs, pushing you away lightly in a playful manner. "You have your own drink."

"Yours is tastier." You shrug, as if that makes any sense considering your drink is also a can of Pepsi identical to his.

"Whatever." Chris rolls his eyes with a sarcastic mutter under his breath and leans back, taking a sip from his soda.

As you snatch the remote from his hand, saying he was taking too long to pick a movie, Chris realizes he basically just kissed you—indirectly—because your lips touched the opening of the can when you took a sip.

So he takes another big gulp from his drink, lips twitching at the corners. He wonders if your lips taste as sweet as the Pepsi he’s drinking-

"What’re you thinking about, all zoned out?" You tease, leaning closer.

Chris almost chokes on the carbonated drink in his mouth, quickly gulping it down as he leans back instinctively. "Nothing. Just- Oh! You picked the movie already? Nice."

God, why is he talking like that???

A soft flush creeps up his neck as he realizes how damn nervous he sounds all of a sudden. He’s usually always nervous around you but he’s great at masking it, making sure his face and voice never gives away how he’s feeling on the inside.

But something about you today, it’s driving him crazy.

Maybe it’s the way you’re acting, all teasing and zero personal space; Or maybe it’s the way you’re dressed today, wearing a shirt with such a loose and low neckline he can basically see your tits if he glanced down it, and pj pants you borrowed from him that shows your curves so well.

Fuck, he wishes he could slap that perfect ass while you-

"Dude, you’re really getting in your head so much today." You tilt your head, confused and maybe a little concerned behind all the teasing. "You okay?"

Chris nods, maybe too quickly. "Yeah, yeah- okay. I’m okay."

His fast but unfocused reply causes you to blink, confused. "Uh, okay. Good."

He almost breathes out a sigh of relief but chooses to keep his gaze on the movie instead, hoping you won’t notice the flush beginning to adorn his pale cheeks—and the way he’s starting to fidget a little more, although subtly.

And it’s not like he would usually get a hard-on with you simply sitting beside him, since he’s used to your presence-

Well, that would be the case if your hand wasn’t half-rested on his thigh right now. He can see you through his peripheral vision and you’re completely focused on the movie, unaware of where your hand is and what it’s doing to him.

Clearing his throat, he shifts ever so slightly. Wrong move. His breath hitches in his throat when your pinky accidentally brushes against his growing bulge when he moves. The sensation nearly makes him jolt, a soft groan getting swallowed down thickly in order not to alert you of what’s happening to him.

Fuck, why did he decide to go commando in sweat shorts???

The fabric is thin enough that he can feel the warmth of your hand against his thigh, and it’s driving him crazy with need. He’s so sure his pupils are huge right now, cheeks probably embarrassingly flushed. He’s taking deep breaths to calm himself, trying to think of anything to get rid of his boner.

But, of course, nothing’s working. Just his damn luck.

You suddenly freeze, and Chris’s heart nearly jumps out of his throat when he sees you slowly looking down at his lap where your hand is almost touching a tented spot on the front of his sweat shorts. The imprint his hard dick is leaving on one side of his shorts is actually insane and you barely keep your jaw from dropping.

When you look up at his face, you realize he’s already staring at you, in a way that makes your stomach do all types of gymnastic tricks, that familiar feeling of arousal beginning to pool in your panties. You can clearly see his pupils taking over most of his irises, showing just how turned on he is right now.

"Chris, you-"

"Don’t. Don’t mention it."

He’s obviously mortified you found out—maybe a tad bit more turned on than before now that you know what kind of effect you have on him—but very much wishing the sofa would swallow him whole right now.

You’re quiet for a moment, your shocked expression turning unreadable—and that makes Chris’s heart pound against his chest. Are you going to push him away? Tell him how disgusting he is? Never talk to him again?

"Do you... need help with... it?"

Okay- Woah. What- That isn’t what he expected.

Chris is just staring at you, blinking slowly like his brain is struggling to comprehend what just came out of your mouth—like you’ve spoken a foreign language he’d never heard of before. His silence is starting to make you nervous, too, but before you could backpedal, he speaks.

"You serious?"

Your heart skips a beat at the slight hoarseness of his voice, how his Adam’s apple is bobbing as he swallows thickly, eyes slightly wide—almost disbelieving—as he looks at you like you’d just told him something crazy. Which you kind of did.

"Yeah... I mean, if you want to-"

"I do- I want to. I mean, if you want to-"

A beat of silence stretched between you two after his stammered reply. The absurdity of this situation is almost laughable, and you’d have laughed if it weren’t for the heavy tension in the air.

Before you know it, his lips are already on yours, a little clumsy due to how nervous he is. Fuck, he’s never this nervous when he’d hooked up with other girls. It’s like you bring out the shy, boyish side of him without even trying.

"Sorry- Fuck-" He mumbles breathlessly against your lips as he accidentally knocks his teeth lightly against yours, lips chasing after yours when you tried to pull away for breath.

You climb onto his lap before you can think it through, thighs bracketing his hips, clothed core aligned with his chubbed crotch. His dick is so hard and needy that you can feel it twitching under you as you settle on his lap, pressing your weight down on it.

"Oh- Okay- Shit, you’re gonna... Fuck..." He breathes out, babbling nonsense, as his hands find your hips, gripping them firmly in his hands like he’s afraid you’d get up.

He’s barely keeping his hips from jerking up as he feels your weight on his throbbing cock, the warmth from your core making him bite back a groan. He’s looking up at you like you hold the answer to the universe as his tongue darts out to wet his suddenly dry lips.

You wordlessly lean down and kiss him again, your hips giving an experimental roll against his and feeling his breath hitch into your mouth. His hands tighten on your hips in response, fingers digging into your flesh, as he feels himself slowly unravel under your touch.

Chris wouldn’t call himself a submissive guy in bed, but something about you taking control like this is making him melt.

His lips move against yours greedily, tongue tangling with each other, spit being exchanged without a second thought. His hips begin moving in sync with yours, grinding up into your core, your clothes giving delicious friction.

"Wait- I might... I think I might come just from this—mmhn—y’gotta slow down- ffuuck--" Chris groans into your mouth when your hips pick up pace, grinding against him in a fast but steady rhythm.

"Can’t stop... feels too good," you mumble against his lips, a soft whimper vibrating against his lips as you rub your clothed pussy against his rock hard bulge. You desperately chase the tension coiling deep in your gut, wanting to feel that familiar burst of euphoric pleasure.

"Oh- Fuck--" Chris moans, his head falling back against the wall behind his sofa with a soft thud, eyelids fluttering before he squeezes them shut, lips parted. "Seriously- I’m gonna cum."

"Me too—fuck—me too--" Your movements are jerky before you realize it, hips desperate and uncoordinated. Your hands clutch onto his shoulders, eyes locked onto his heavy-lidded ones as you begin to feel the bands in your stomach slowly snap, white-hot pleasure coursing through your body.

The realization that you’re coming just from grinding on his hardened cock through his pants is enough for Chris to follow you into those blissful waves of pleasure. His hips jerks against yours, grunts and groans filling the room along with your moans as you both ride out your highs together.

As you slump forward and onto him, his hands leave your hips to wrap around your waist instead, dick still throbbing inside his shorts, a wet patch already forming from his hot cum. He’s not letting go of you at all, arms like iron bands around your middle, face buried in your shoulder.

He’s suddenly embarrassed at the fact that he came inside his pants like some teenager—something he’s never done before. And he doesn’t want you to see the painfully noticeable wet spot on his shorts.

But he can’t obviously hide something so visible.

"Oh...!" You gasp softly at the wetness that’s transferred onto your pants from his, and your eyes immediately glitter with amusement and mischief. "You made me so wet."

The innuendo behind your words isn’t lost on him and his cheeks grow hotter as he huffs softly. "Yeah, and you enjoyed it."

"Next time, let’s do it for real." You say as you both lay in bed that night, facing each other in the darkness. You can hear his breath hitch, barely audible but still loud enough to make your stomach flip.

Chris’s voice is breathless when he speaks, like your casual words knocked the wind out of his lungs—in a good way, in a way that’s got him bricked up. "Yeah..."

˖ ݁𖥔 ݁˖ 𝒆𝒏𝒈𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒉 𝒊𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒎𝒚 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒔𝒕 𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒖𝒂𝒈𝒆.ᐟ | 𝒘𝒄 – 𝟐 𝒌 ˖ ݁𖥔 ݁˖

isa’s rambling ۶ৎ well, you see... he posted this pic on his story and i gasped and i just knew i had to write something ’cause he’s a slut and a sick fuck :) idk if i’ll do a part two, but dryhumping is enough you freaks (i was too lazy to write more)

© 𝒄𝒉𝒓𝒊𝒔𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒓𝒆𝒏

[vanillaous]

NERD!CHRISTOPHER  ֺ  ﹗  ⊹ when the loser himself lets his girlfirnd suck his dick eighteen plus content ahead ◌    ֹ 

You’re kneeling between Chris’s thighs in the soft glow of his bedroom lamp, his oversized hoodie rucked up just enough to show the sharp cut of his hips. His sweats are shoved down to mid-thigh and his cock—fuck, it’s bigger than you expected—stands thick and heavy against his stomach, flushed dark at the tip, already glistening. He’s breathing like he’s run a mile, chest heaving under the fabric, one hand white-knuckling the sheets while the other hovers uselessly near your hair like he’s scared to touch you.

“Baby—wait, you really don’t have to—” His voice cracks hard, higher than usual, and his glasses are already sliding down the bridge of his nose. He tries to push them up with trembling fingers; they slip right back. “I mean—shit, I’ve never—nobody’s ever—” You don’t let him finish the sentence. You wrap your fingers around the base, barely able to close them fully and give one slow, firm stroke. His whole body jerks like you’ve electrocuted him. A broken, embarrassing whimper spills out immediately, loud and raw.

“Oh fuck—oh my god—” He slaps a hand over his mouth, eyes squeezing shut behind the crooked lenses, but it’s too late; the sound’s already out, needy and wrecked.

You lean in and lick a long, wet stripe from base to tip and his hips buck hard before he can stop them, his cock smearing precum across your tongue. Another high, desperate whine rips from his throat—almost a sob—and his glasses finally tumble off completely, clattering onto the mattress. He doesn’t even try to grab them this time; he’s too busy trying not to come apart.

You take the head into your mouth, sucking slowly and filthily, tongue swirling over the slit. Chris’s head thumps back against the headboard with a dull thud. “Fuck—fuckfuckfuck—your mouth—” His words dissolve into a string of messy, humiliated little noises: sharp gasps, shaky hums, and pathetic keens every time you sink deeper. Drool starts leaking from the corner of your lips; you don’t care. You hollow your cheeks and slide down further, throat relaxing as you force more of his thick length inside.

He’s losing it. Completely. His thighs tremble violently on either side of your head, hips stuttering up in tiny, helpless thrusts he can’t control. “I’m—shit, I’m sorry—I can’t—ngh—it’s too much One hand flies to your hair, not guiding, just gripping like he needs an anchor. His other fist slams against the mattress once, twice, knuckles white. “You’re so—fuck—so warm—so wet—oh god—”

You hum deliberately around him, the vibration punching a choked, pornographic moan out of him. His cock throbs hard against your tongue, swelling even thicker. Saliva drips down your chin, messy and obscene; his precum mixes with it, slick and salty. He’s babbling now – half apologies, half pleas – voice cracking on every syllable. “Gonna—baby please—I’m gonna cum—can’t hold it—fuck—your throat—” His abs clench so hard you feel them jump under your palm. You take him deeper, nose brushing the coarse hair at his base and that’s it.

He cums with a strangled, embarrassingly loud cry—back arching off the bed, hips jerking uncontrollably as he spills down your throat in hot, thick pulses. You swallow around him, milking every shuddering spurt until he’s whimpering from overstimulation, legs shaking, entire body flushed red from his neck to his ears.

When you finally pull off slow and deliberate, letting your tongue drag along the sensitive underside, he collapses back against the pillows, chest heaving, glasses forgotten somewhere in the sheets. His cock twitches once more against his stomach, still half-hard and shiny with your spit.

He covers his face with both hands, mortified. “Jesus Christ,” he mumbles into his palms, voice wrecked and hoarse. “I—I came so fast. And I—fuck, I made so much noise. I’m sorry, I—” You crawl up his body, straddling his hips, and gently pry his hands away. His face is scarlet, eyes glassy, and lips swollen from biting them. You kiss him slow and dirty, letting him taste himself on your tongue.

He groans into your mouth, embarrassed all over again—but his arms wrap around you tight anyway, pulling you down until you’re pressed chest-to-chest. “Next time,” he whispers against your lips, still trembling, “I swear I’ll last longer” You smile.. “We’ll see.”