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abbs-writes · 12 days ago

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WHEN BSF!CHRIS CAN'T KEEP HIS HANDS AND THOUGHTS OFF INEXPERIENCED!READER ₊˚⊹ ᰔ

˚𝜗𝜚 warnings... grinding, smut, p in v, unprotected sex (don't do this!!), kissing ˚࿔ notes: i'd like to say beforehand this is a little further into their relationship! I'll add more background stuff later<33

chris was restless. he continued to toss and turn in your bed, finally settling on his side, one arm slung around you waist while gently tugging you closer to him, pressing your back flush against his chest while you were sleeping peacefully.

he tried to doze off, he really did. but sleep seemed like the furthest thing away when he laid there, listening to your soft breathing, as the only currently audible noise, feeling the way your chest rose and fell under his touch.

his mind was running a million miles an hour, and he couldn’t get it to stop. it was dirty, wrong thoughts—about you. his best friend since.. well, for as long as he could remember. it had become something more usual, but this time he couldn’t control it.

you’d always been attached to the hip, but never once had he thought about you like this. never had he wondered what you’d look like naked, vulnerable under him.. okay, maybe a few times, but never to this extent. you'd only gone as far as him showing you how to finger yourself properly, where he took over the job because he couldn't resist.

how would you react to his touch? would you reach for his hair? his arms? would you grab the sheets instead? what did your moan sound like?

the real question was why on earth he was having these dirty thoughts about you. you were the sweetest girl he’d ever laid his eyes on, so sweet it gave him a toothache whenever you’d innocently bat your eyes at him, begging him to go get ice cream with you.

gosh, make it stop, he thought to himself, groaning when he snaked his other hand down to try and ease his rock-hard cock, which only seemed to make it worse, hardening even more under his own touch.

he didn’t know what to do, and only to worsen his panicked state, you started turning, his arm momentarily slipping from your waist when you faced him.

your eyes were thankfully still shut, lips in a soft pout from the pillow pushing them together. the sight didn’t help either. nothing helped him ease his raging hard boner. you laid there, so pure, unknowing of his sinful thoughts while your peaceful, gentle look only made the tight restrain in his boxers worse.

sleep was out of reach by now, his hand desperately trying to relieve his aching cock with a groan by carefully rubbing his palm over the bulge—but then your eyes fluttered open. he stared down at you with widen eyes, almost in disbelief that he’d been caught somewhat rubbing himself through his pants, but you didn’t seem to notice right away.

“are you okay?” your soft voice was heard. “you seem restless..” yeah, his constant tossing and groaning woke you up, but not enough to fully comprehend the situation chris was in.

“i- i can’t sleep. that’s all,” he whispered back, blinking rapidly while your eyes scanned his face, roaming every feature you were so familiar with.

speculating about his somewhat unsure answer, your eyes made their way down his chest when he let another whine slip, noticing the way his palm pressed against his groin, and you immediately felt ten times more awake than you were before. heat rushed to your face, before your eyes met chris's desperate gaze.

“oh..” you quipped, suddenly hyper aware of every movement of his, every desperate groan you’d heard behind you just moments prior now making much more sense.

“p-please, just- just let me.. let me put it in,” chris pleaded miserably, letting his free hands knuckles brush over your reddening cheek, his touch gentle as ever.

“chris- no, we can’t..” your answer only made his dick harden, though it seemed fucked up. you were so damn innocent, a prude even. you’d always avoided the topic of sex, not daring to go down that path ever. but he knew that when it came to him, you could bend the rules. “please- i’ll make it quick, i’ll just put the tip in. it hurts so fucking bad,”

but something about the situation caused you to turn curious. chris begging for your touch, begging to let him do something about his hard erection, to touch you.

“okay..” attentively, you turned around to lay in your previous position on your side, chris's hand slipping from the front of his shorts, letting out a deep sigh of relief.

“thank you, thanks- thank you,” he babbled, his clammy hands making their way to the elastic waistband of your sleep shorts, slowly pushing them down your thighs, until they pooled around your ankles, that you continued to gently kick off.

“i promise i’ll be careful, just the tip..” his breath fanned across your neck, making a soft gasp slip from your lips.

your eyes were wide open and lips parted when he hooked his hand under your thigh, gently lifting it to spread them apart, carefully placing your leg back down as if you were made of fragile porcelain.

“o-okay..” you spoke quietly, your breath hitching when his finger made contact with your panties, gently tugging them to the side. “already so wet f’me..” his voice was husky against your ear, lips grazing the sensitive skin as his thumb slowly ran between your slick folds, a weak moan falling from your parted lips.

you were driving him insane, already dripping for him, and it only took a couple right touches and words. oh, how bad he wanted to keep showing you how to feel good, let alone be the first one to. he'd already gotten his fair share on that part.

you’ve never been more nervous, but yet you felt safe with chris pressed so close up against you. it was chris after all, he’d never do anything to hurt you, plus, he was always so gentle with you whenever it came to stuff like this. your hands tugged the stuffed animal you usually slept with to your chest, nuzzling your nose into the neck of the teddy, the soft material under your fingertips easing your mind a little.

“i’ll be gentle, angel.. no need to worry,” he whispered, one of his hands maneuvering his shorts down mid-thigh, along with his boxers, the other one gently running down the side of your face, tugging a few strands of hair behind your ear.

he wrapped his palm around his cock, fisting his cock with a lewd moan, before bringing the head of his cock to your entrance.

“i’ll put it in now.. it’s just the tip, don’t panic..” he mumbled, pressing a reassuring series of kisses to the side of your neck, feeling you nod. “go- go ahead..”

those words was all he needed, gently smearing his sticky tip down your soaked folds, before pressing it forward, watching it disappear inside of you.

“holy- holy fuck..” he groaned between gritted teeth, his fingers gripping at your hip, a weak gasp elicited from your mouth. “oh, chris..”

your moan was silenced from the soft teddy in your arms, eyes fluttering shut at the slow intrusion, letting whines fall from your lips.

chris nearly lost his mind when he felt your walls squeeze around his tip—it took every fiber in his body not to stuff you full of his cock, not to completely ignore your previous, innocent words and start fucking into you.

“gosh- chris..” you whined, nails digging into the soft fur under your hands.

you could practically feel the desperation seep out of him from behind you, his throbbing dick just aching to be inside you.

“m’sorry angel, sorry.. i can’t hold back, please say something-“ chris's voice was strained with despair, his fingertips digging into your bare hip, smoothing his palm over your thigh.

“it’s- its okay..” you whispered, words somewhat muffled, but coherent. he was thankful almost, mumbling continuous praise and ‘thank you’ into your ear, smoothing his palms down your sides, under your top.

it sure was okay, he could tell. you were drooling around his tip, only making it easier to slide right in—which he did. holding tightly onto you, leaving kisses down your neck and back, he pushed his cock further inside of you, slowly.

“h-halfway, baby.. you’re doing so good,” he husked, his heart pounding in chest as he stilled his movements for a minute, allowing you to adjust.

you couldn’t keep quiet, eyes rolling to the back of your head while they fell shut, biting down onto the plush toy to restrain the moans. yet, pornographic whimpers slipped from your gritted teeth from the painful yet delicious stretch, making chris's head turn to mush.

“fuck.. you’re so perfect,” he hissed, sinking his length in until he was fully sheathed inside your heat with a sigh of relief.

blubbered moans fell shamelessly from the both of your lips as he slowly rutted against you, a hint of pain striking through you as you adjusted to his size.

you knew it was wrong. so, so wrong. friends didn’t do this, they really didn’t. what was gonna happen after this? would you just go to bed and wake up just usually tomorrow, just treating it as a favor?

but even though, you never wanted it to stop. his soft touch, lips continuing their work on your lower neck, stuffing you full of his cock when he rolled his hips.

“does it hurt?” he purred, his hot breath mingling on your neck, making a slight shiver run down your spine.

“no… chris, it feels- feels good,” you breathlessly whimpered, gripping the plush animal between your arms as if your life depended on it, listening to the dirty squelching of your pussy, basically drooling onto the soft material between your lips.

he only nodded, feeling your walls flutter around his cock, clenching and squeezing the life out of him. your back arched just slightly when he hit a specific spot within you, moaning loudly into the stuffed toy.

“y-you’re doing so well.. so beautiful,” he cooed, the praise going straight to the pit in your tummy, feeling the tension tighten as your teeth nibbled on the soft plushie.

“oh- oh my god..” without any warning, the waves came crashing over you, your chest heaving while your grip loosened on the soft plushie in your arms.

“jesus christ,” he panted, his slow but rhythmic thrusts continuing, until he reached his climax as well.

“shit- i’m gonna come,” he barely got to say, before the ropes of white spilled inside of you, letting out a shaky breath at the release of tension. you felt limp in his hold, your face growing hot, and heart racing with lidded eyes.

“thank you, thank you angel,” his breath hitched as he slowly pulled out. his pink lips left repeated kisses to the side of your face, listening intently to your breath regulating gradually, the pants turning back to the soft breaths he’d been listening to just moments prior.

you let a small smile break, nuzzling your nose back into the teddy bear to hide your blushing face, as if your back wasn’t turned to him. “it’s fine…”

his fingers danced across your waist, making their way to your hip, giving it a gentle pat as a dazed smile settled onto his lips.

“come on, pretty.. we gotta go pee,”

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abbs-writes · 12 days ago

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breakfast in bed .

⤷ matthew sturniolo .

summary — bsf .ᐟ matt jerking off while he thought you were asleep right next to him during a sleepover + a surprise at the end.

warnings — matt being an actual perv i guess ; guilt tripping (idk?) ; pet names (sweetheart, etc) ; making you clean him up !

It was an incredibly stupid idea, and Matt knew it very well.

You were peacefully snuggled up in your best friend's arms, sleeping oh-so cozily with your cheek on his chest and your hand splayed out over his sternum area. He blamed your stupid, touchy nature for being the cause of his painfully hard morning wood, when in reality, it's just him and his mind — conjuring up the filthiest fantasies in his dreamland. All about you.

The brunette slowly pulled his pajama bottoms down, just barely enough for him to get out his aching cock from the confines of his boxers. He spits in his hand, the other arm wrapped around your sleeping self, him hissing as the cold, crisp morning air blew over his leaking cock. With a shaky hand, Matt guides his spit-lubed palm to his dick, wrapping his fingers around the sensitive flesh. He bites his lip to stifle a moan, slowly stroking himself as he squeezes his leaking tip more firmly, whining at how good it felt.

The sudden squeeze, even if he was the one doing it, caused his breath to hitch in his throat. He freezes, his heart pounding in his chest as he realizes the intimate position he's in. His cock throbs in his hand, the pleasure making even more pre-cum drool from the slit of his veiny, red-tipped cockhead.

"Matt?" you groaned, half asleep as your eyes fluttered open. The early morning sunlight peeked through the cracks of the window blinds, perfectly illuminating what Matt was doing. His eyes widen as he looks down at you, caught between a stunned-state panic, and the need to keep going. "Shh," he whispers hoarsely, his hand still slowly pumping his dick. "Go back to sleep, sweetheart." "Are you... jerking off?" you furrowed your brows, your eyes flitting to his cock as he started jerking himself off again.

Matt's face turns beet red with embarrassment as he realizes you're fully awake now. "I-I can explain," he stammers, his hand stilling on his dick. "I didn't mean for this to happen. I was just so... so fucking horny." he admits. "Wet dream or morning wood?" you asked the cause of his predicament with a yawn, as if this was the most normal thing for best friends. "Both?" Matt offers weakly, his face contorting with a cringe. "Look, can we please not make this a big deal? It's just a boner, okay? Guys get them all the time." "I'm not making a big deal." you assured the brunette, sighing as you laid and watched.

Matt hesitates briefly before resuming his slow strokes, eyes darting nervously to ensure you're not too freaked out by what he was doing. His breath grows more ragged as he loses himself in the act, pre-cum steadily dripping onto his stomach. "Did I..." he mutters, realizing you're watching him stroke his cock. "Do you... do you want to watch?" he asks in a throaty whisper, his strokes becoming faster under your gaze. His free hand slowly drifts down to cup his balls, rolling them gently.

You sleepily and silently nodded, your hand sliding down to his on his balls. The boy's eyes widen in surprise, but he doesn't pull away from your touch. Instead, he adjusts his hand to let yours join his, guiding you to help him play with him. His breathing grows heavier, chest rising and falling rapidly against your cheek. Your eyelids were heavy, threatening to flutter shut as you gently rolled his balls in your hand. Your thumb even slowly started rubbing up and down, about an inch from where his sack started, on the base of his cock. Tracing over the singular most prominent vein.

A low, guttural moan escapes his lips as your thumb traces the vein on his shaft. His hips buck slightly, seeking more friction. "Fuck, that feels good," he murmurs, his hand covering yours to press it more firmly against his balls. You squeezed his balls a little bit harder, feeling them contract in your hand. Matt's back arches as you squeeze him, his moans growing louder and more desperate. "Shit, shit, shit..." he chants, his dick throbbing in his hand as he pumps it furiously, pre-cum dripping in steady streams onto his stomach.

"I'm gonna..." Matt's body tenses, his hand squeezing your own as he reaches his climax. With a loud groan, he starts shooting thick, white ropes of cum all over his stomach and chest, his hand continuing to pump his dick as he rides out his orgasm. "Fuuuck!"

You looked up at him, bringing your hand off his balls after he was done cumming. Your eyes flickered from his to his tummy, looking at the puddle of cum, then back into his eyes. Matt's chest heaved as he tries to catch his breath, his eyes still closed as he savors the aftermath of his orgasm. When he finally opens them, he's greeted with your gaze staring at the cum on his stomach. He follows your line of sight, a sheepish grin spreading across his face.

Matt laughs softly at your expression, running a hand through his messy hair. "I swear, I wasn't planning on giving you a free show this morning," he teases, trying to lighten the mood. He glances down at the cum on his stomach again, a thought occurring to him. "But, since you're already awake and all..." he says, a mischievous glint in his eye, "why don't you help me clean this up?" He gestures to the cum on his stomach, a smirk playing on his lips. You sat up next to him, your eyes wide as he said that. "Uhm... excuse me?" the awkward laugh that left your lips only emphasized the absurdity of it all.

He watches you sit up, his smirk growing wider. "With your tongue," he says casually, as if it's the most normal thing in the world. He stretches a bit, resting back his elbows as he presented his cum-coated stomach to you. Matt looks at you expectantly, his stomach still presented for your supposed cleaning duties. "Come on, it's not that weird," he says with a shrug. "We're best friends, and you just watched me jerk off."

"So, as a repayment for me watching you jerk off... I should lick up your cum?" you scoffed out a dry laugh, rolling your eyes at him. "Riiiight." His grin grows even wider at your skeptical response. "Pretty much, yeah," he says, his tone completely serious. "It's only fair, considering you got a free show." He leans back, settling comfortably into the pillows and waiting for you to make your move.

You held your hair out of your face and out of your way, gently starting to lick and slurp up his cum. Matt watches with a mix of amusement and mild surprise as you lean down and start licking up his cum. He hadn't expected you to actually do it, but he's not complaining. He lets out a soft sigh of contentment as you clean him up, your tongue moving efficiently to gather up every last drop. You stopped when he was spotless, sitting back upright and looking down into his eyes as he laid there.

He looks up at you with a strange expression on his face, his eyes locked onto yours. He swallows hard, feeling an odd sensation in his stomach at the way you're looking down at him. He breaks eye contact briefly to look at his now clean stomach, then back up at you. "I was more weirded out by licking your tummy, by the way." you joked, hoping to ease the awkward, but most definitely sexually charged tension.

The brunette lets out a soft laugh, his face relaxing into a more familiar expression. "Well, I hope you at the very least enjoyed the breakfast in bed," he says, sitting up fully, wiping his hands on his on the messy bedsheet beneath him. "sweetheart."

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abbs-writes · 12 days ago

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omggg can u please do bestfriend chris guiding inexperienced reader through how to give a bj and she ends up doing it on him and is rlly good at it please???

Ꮺ ָ࣪ ۰ ͙ INEXPERIENCED!READER GIVING BSF!CHRIS HEAD FOR THE FIRST TIME

˚𝜗𝜚 warnings... oral (m recieving), pulling on hair (kinda?), not proofread!

chris’s knuckles carefully caressed the skin of your cheek, looking down at you with a reassuring, but somewhat playful smile.

“it’ll be fine. come on, i’ll guide you, yeah? no need to worry,” his voice sounded, only making you even more nervous.

you were sat on your knees between his legs, chris sitting in his gamer chair while you nervously fiddled with the strings of his pants, only making chris’s head spin even more.

“but.. but i don’t know what to do. what if i do it wrong? and it doesn’t feel good?” you mewled, looking down at your hands weakly reaching for the waistband of his sweatpants.

“i’ll tell you then, to make sure it does. okay? i promise, it won’t be as scary as you think it is,” he continued to stroke your cheek, before his whole hand cupped your face, making you meet his eyes.

he smiled softly at your somewhat nervous expression, giving your cheek a gentle pat when you hooked your fingers over the waistband.

“okay.. i’ll try then..” your voice was almost a whisper, dragging his pants down to his thighs, staring at the tent in his boxers.

“i-is that..” you mumbled while pointing, before looking back up at chris. “yup. that’s from you baby,” he snickered, while watching you nod and continued to tug on his boxers.

carefully, you pulled his boxers down to pool with his sweatpants, basically staring at his hardening cock.

“come on.. don’t act like you haven’t seen it before,” he chuckled, guiding your face up to look at him instead, his thumbs moving across your cheek.

you knew he was right, but being this close weirdly felt way more.. intimate.

“sorry.. okay, i’ll try..” you nodded slowly, before breaking off the eye contact, clearing your throat in a nervous manner.

gently, you reached out to wrap your hand around his dick, watching the way he almost twitched from the feeling. continuing, you started stroking him up and down, but at a slow pace. chris threw his head back against the chair, eyes shut while letting out a few groans.

taking his reaction as a sign to keep going, your hand sped up its pace, before shuffling closer, your knees digging into the floor.

when your pace faltered, chris looked back down at you, guiding your face closer to him, while the other one made its way into your hair.

you parted your lips just enough to allow your tongue out, leaving short kitty-licks to his tip, a muffled whimper coming from his mouth.

feeling a sense of confidence from his reaction, swirling your tongue around his tip, just to see if that would get the same reaction from him.

“oh- oh god..” his fingers tightened their grip on your hair just slightly, before loosening again, careful not to hurt you or be too rough.

“d-does that feel.. okay?” you quipped, looking up at him through your lashes, carefully twisting your hand around his rock-hard dick.

he nearly came when you spoke and looked up at him like that, so innocent yet doing something so sinful.

he huffed out a laugh, his hand on your cheek tilting your head up while you batted your eyes at him.

“you have no idea.. just keep going, yeah? i’ll let you know..” he spoke softly, guiding you back to his cock.

“okay..” muttered, your hand continuing its previous languid strokes.

he threw his head back again, eyes rolling to the back of his head before they fluttered shut, your tongue reconnecting to his tip, carefully swirling the muscle around his slit like before.

chris had to restrain himself from bucking his hips up, shoving his dick down your throat. but he kept his calm, letting out breathy pants.

looking up at him, watching his expression, you wrapped your lips around the head of his cock, carefully attempting to take more of him.

his eyes batted open, nearly spilling his cum down your throat at the sight. you had your eyes on his, those pretty, innocent eyes.

a soft hue of pink dusted across his cheeks, lips parted and open while letting out a choked groan. leisurely you attempting to take more of him, parting your lips further while your tongue ran down the underside of his cock.

“holy fuck. y’sure you’ve never d-done this?” he moaned, both his hands now in your hair, tightening their hold on your locks.

you went to speak, but it came out as muffled babbling, the vibration of your attempted words sending a shiver straight up his spine.

“o-oh, jesus christ,” he whimpered when your lips made their way further down his cock, causing a quiet gag to slip from your lips, drool pooling around his shaft.

chris was near ecstasy, cheeks flushed, a slight layer of sweat beading across his forehead, and his chest heaving while he shut his eyes. he couldn’t look, he couldn’t—unless he wanted to cum on the spot.

he was in disbelief, he almost couldn’t comprehend you’d never done anything close to this. you bobbed your head as much as you could, your hand stroking the part of his cock you couldn’t reach, tears prickling in the corners of your eyes.

“fuuuckk.. feels s’good. k-keep goin’ baby, m’almost there..” his voice was strained, groan after groan spilling from his parted, swollen lips, looking down at you with lidded eyes.

you couldn’t stop the tears from trickling from your waterline, the head of his cock continuously prodding at the back of your throat just barely. his hand cupped your cheek, his thumb brushing some of the tears away.

“oh, don’t cry darling.. its okay,“ he mewled, watching as you pulled back to properly breathe for a moment, your lips still attached to his tip.

“b-baby, i’m gonna cum..” he mumbled when he felt your mouth envelop his cock again, your nails of your free hand digging into his thigh, both his hands stuck in your hair while bucking his hips.

“s-sorry.. you don’t have- have to.. fuck!” he groaned, trying his best to hold back, but it was hard not to. he didn’t want to immediately cum down your throat, in case you didn’t want to.

yet, your tongue ran across the underside of his shaft, his cock twitching in your throat when he let out a particularly loud whimper, listening to the lewd and wet noises of spit, creating a squelching sound.

you wanted to, you could tell you were doing good from his hips bucking up to meet your throat, his fingers entangled in your hair.

“i-i’m gonna cum- oh fuck..” he moaned through gritted teeth, giving your cheek a gentle pat as if to tell you to pull off—which you didn’t.

the back of his head met the chair once more, loosening his grip on your completely when he spilled his cum down your throat while letting out pants of your name.

with a gag, you pulled off his cock, spit pooling down and around his dick, mixing with his own release, your hand still around his shaft.

“oh my god.. that- that.. and you’re sure you’ve never..?” he nearly gasped, short of breath, his hands letting go of your face and hair to rest on his thigh, watching as you let go of his cock.

he watched your face twist in a sort of unpleasant manner while shaking your head, before bringing his hand to you mouth in a cup-like shape.

attentively, you spit his release out in his hand, a nervous chuckle following.

“s-sorry, i didn’t really- i couldn’t..” you rambled, looking back up at him for a moment, your cheeks as pink as his.

he shook it off, his free hand cupping your chin. “don’t worry about it.. c-can’t believe you just did that.” he murmured, giving your chin a gently pat.

“w-was.. was it okay?” you asked quietly, keeping your wide eyes on his. chris let out a laugh, leaving a perplexed look on your face.

“i think we should try again sometime, just to make sure you got the hang of it,” he joked playfully, his thumb tracing your bottom lip.

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abbs-writes · 12 days ago

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— blurb of chris giving an attitude adjustment —

chris’ hips rutted harshly into yours that was for sure to leave a mark if kept up, and it dared to knock your knees down that were the only support your ass had to keep it up. Chris’ right hand was planted right above ur ass as he had you right where he wanted, doggy.

“so much for that attitude you were having huh? Now ya getting dumb fucked stupid kid.”

you were letting out incoherent babbles and whimpers as your hands gripped to his sheets for more support. You were already upcoming your 3rd orgasm of the night, and chris wasnt planning on stopping until that attitude was wiped from you.

“C-chris— pl.. fuck.. please..”

You didn’t even know what you were begging for, for him to keep jamming his tip into that gummy spot that made your body twitch, or for him to stop. Fuck, you knew you didn’t want it to stop. Your legs that were holding your hips up were becoming unstable from the relentless abuse on your cervix, creating a domino effect now affecting your legs.

Your knees had been dug into the bed god forbid it would leave a mark. Your throbbing knees started to slide down making chris’ cock slip from your swollen pussy. He instantly groaned and put your knees back up.

“Nope, don’t do that. We still gotta fix that ‘tude.”

He wasn’t careless, so instead he put his hands on either sides of your hips holding them up for him. Once he had you steady again he pushed between your folds again. You moaned as he perfectly filled your empty hole once more. He had paused thrusting for a second; which made you groan impatiently. You pushed your hips back for some sort of friction.

“Please.. just please don’t stop..! I’m—“

Your words instantly got cut off by chris switching angles, and as soon as his length dipped into your tight pussy he hit that soft spot of nerves. Once his tip kissed it, your back arched again; which made you let out the loudest noise you’ve made all night. You looked behind you to see chris smirking with amusement.

“That’s the spot pretty bird, that’s the damn spot.”

His hips slammed hard into those nerves over and over again, each time it filled you with this euphoric feeling. You felt that same knot start to build in your lower abdomen, the same one you felt earlier from your previous orgasms. You started to pant and your vision was replaced with blurry imaginary stars, before chris’ repeated thrusts cleared all thoughts from your brain.

“Oh— oh fu-fuck.. chris- chris im so close!”

You started to meet his hips in the middle you both were heavily breathing and sexual noises filled the room. The skin to skin, the wet noises, and just chris and his noises started to all infiltrate your mind; slowly getting you closer and closer. Randomized noises and squeals were getting fucked out of you continuously. Chris’ grunts and groans started to get louder as his pace started to quicken, if that was even possible.

“Yeah- yeah me too, fuck..”

Before you both knew it, you both came. Chris was pushed balls deep with his tip smashed against ur cervix. He immediately filled you as he felt you clench and release around him. He tried to nudge even further inside of you to pulse his cum as deep as it could go; even though it was physically impossible for him to go any deeper. A ring of white started to form at his base in a snap.

“That’s my fucking girl, shit.”

small ropes of cum were still shooting inside of you. Your sweaty face was laid against the bed, lids heavy, and lower half absolutely fucked out. Reality slightly snapped back into you as chris pulled out. You looked back and right as his cum was about to spill from you, he plugged ur hole with his thumb.

“chris..”

You whined, unable to release his cum. He chuckled and gripped ur ass with the other free hand he had. God. Just looking back at him in that black tank with his messy hair and stupid fucking smile, sandwiched by his stubble and goaty was enough to rile you up all over again.

“What? I want ‘chu to be filled with cum, not no fuckin’ attitude.”

AN: sorry for the blurb & not a full blown fic; honestly I’m losing love for writing those long ass fan fictions and I might spend more time making good blurbs for you angels to get off to. & yeah, it’s a shitty blurb; let a girl fucking slowly get started up on writing again!!

go to my profile & give me suggestions sweets 🪄

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