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[chrisbunnys]

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[chrisbunnys]

this was so. fucking. good.

would it be weird if i said this made me wet..

| after hours c.s. |

chris sturniolo x fem!reader

summary: chris practically begs his best friend to massage his back, but after an awkward discovery, y/n finds it difficult to keep her hands -- and her eyes -- on the job.

warnings: smut; established friendship; oral (m/f receiving); fingering; hand job; squirting; unprotected p in v; dirty talk(!!!!); 18+

notes: whew! long time no see! life has been putting me through the absolute ringer lately! i haven't felt like a real person in months! i still don't tbh! im working on it! but i have absolutely missed writing and tumblr and u all so much! pls forgive my absence on here i literally haven't even been able to open this app since october when my life went south. my semester is over now so i have one major thing off my plate, so im hoping i can be a bit more consistent with writing. I MISSED U ALL SO SO SO SO MUCH and i hope u enjoy this chrissy one shot that i started months ago and just finally finished it today. love u all <33333

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“No Chris.” I chuckled, standing up from my couch and walking to my kitchen to put away our leftover dinner. “Please,” I heard him whine behind me, “My back is killing me Y/n.” I turned around, facing my best friend still sitting on the couch where I left him. I laughed at his fake expression of misery, and the hand pressed to his lower back was a nice touch. “Chris, you know I’ve made it a rule not to massage my friends in my free time.” I explained, putting my hands on my hips. He groaned dramatically. “But why? You have all your stuff in the next room!” He began standing up from the couch, being sure to make it seem like a painful struggle.

He was right. I was a licensed massage therapist, and had recently started my own practice from the comfort of my home. I had turned my den into a massage room, fully equipped with a massage table, calming music, and essential oils. But I had made it clear to all of my friends — especially Chris — that I wasn’t going to massage them after-hours. Of course, I would treat them free of charge, but they had to book during normal hours. I was brand new in this career, and I wanted to ensure professionalism right from the start.

“You already know why.” I replied, turning away from him and opening up the fridge to put away my leftovers. As I leaned down into the fridge, I gasped as I suddenly felt a hand press against my lower back. “Just right here.” Chris whispered behind me, circling his thumb along my lower back. “It’ll only take five minutes.” I shuddered at the sound of his voice and the feeling of his touch. Chris had a habit of turning on his sex appeal when he needed something from me, and even though him and I were only friends, it unfortunately worked.

I turned around and closed the fridge, coming face to face with my friend. His eyebrows were knit together in what I could only assume was faux pain, because there was a playful smirk pulling at the corner of his mouth. Sighing, I ran a hand through my hair before pointing at the closed french doors leading to my massage room. “Go in there, take off your shirt and lay on the bed. Call me in when you’re under the sheet.”

A smile consumed his entire face, and before I could change my mind he walked over to the room and shut the door behind him.

Chris’s POV:

As I shut the door of the massage room behind me, I stood for a moment to take in the room. She had never let me in the room before, in fact she made it known that she considered it separate from her home and so she didn’t like going into it when she wasn’t working. I always joked around with her because of that, asking her if it was really a secret torture room, but as I saw it for the first time, I couldn’t help but smile. It was professional, but still had personal touches that made it clear that it was hers.

The lights were dim, enough to see clearly but dark enough that everything had a blurry haze to it. It smelled like that shit she diffuses in her bedroom — I think she told me once that it was lavender or something. I noticed the various candles dotted around the room, and took it upon myself to light a few of them. As I lit the last candle on the small table beside the bed, I noticed an old phone connected to a small speaker. Finding that the phone didn’t have a password, I opened it and hit play on the playlist that showed up first, smiling at the title: music that makes strangers fall into my bed.

I chuckled to myself. Not so professional, sweetheart.

Typical spa music filled the small space, and I couldn’t lie, it did add to the meditative atmosphere of the room. Looking at the massage table in the middle of the room, I remembered what I was actually in there for and felt a wave of excitement hit me. I hadn’t been lying when I told her that my back had been hurting — not exactly, at least — but I had definitely been exaggerating. The truth was, I just really wanted to see what her hands could do. Not wanting to waste any more time, I took of my clothes and climbed onto the table, slipping my lower half under the thin white sheet.

“Y/n!” I shouted, “I’m all set!”

Y/n’s POV:

From my place at the kitchen counter, I heard Chris’s voice and my stomach did a flip. I wasn’t sure why I was so nervous, I had given a few of my other friends massages before, but for some reason I had been dreading the idea of giving one to Chris. Maybe it was because him and I had such a playful relationship, and I was so used to being professional with my clients, I couldn’t quite envision how combining my two personalities would go. Still, I took a deep breath and headed for the room.

Once I opened the door, I noticed the candles were lit and soft music was already playing. Looking at Chris, laying face down on the table, I chuckled. “I see you made yourself comfortable.” I remarked. Heading towards him, I noticed the pile of his clothes on the floor, including his sweats and boxers. “Uh Chris,” I began, stopping at the top of his head, “I said you only had to take off your shirt, remember?” He lifted his head from the table, looking up at me briefly. “I know. It’s just that the pain goes pretty low down my back and I figured it would be easier to just take everything off.” There was a playful look in his eyes. “It’s what I’ve seen them do in the movies.” He added softly, making me chuckle.

“It does make it easier,” I replied, moving so that I was now standing on his right side. “It’s really just about what you’re comfortable with.” As I spoke, I began running my hands down his back, from his shoulders down to his tail bone, to check for any tightness. He remained silent underneath me as I applied pressure on certain areas. “So, you said right here is sore?” I asked, pressing down on the same spot that he had when demonstrating on me. I heard a muffled hiss and watched as he nodded his head. “And the pain kind of shoots down to here.” He added, awkwardly moving his arm behind him and trailing it from where my thumb was down to just below the white sheet.

I hummed in acknowledgment, pumping the bottle of massage oil beside me and rubbing it in my hands. “Okay, I’ll get started. Let me know if the pressure is too much.” I said the same thing that I said to all of my clients robotically, before working against his muscle. It was pretty tight, but definitely not as bad as he was making it seem before on the couch. Like I do with my other clients, I stayed silent to encourage him to relax against my pressure. A few groans of pain fell from his lips as I worked, but he encouraged me to keep going each time I asked if he was okay.

I noticed him shuffle a few times under the sheet. “Are you uncomfortable?” I asked him softly, wondering if maybe the massage table was too hard. “N-no, I’m fine.” Was his reply, and even though there was a slightly panicked edge to his voice, I took his word for it and continued working my hands lower down on his back. I felt my cheeks grow hot as my hands pulled the white sheet lower to gain access to his pain. I had never seen this much of Chris’s body before, and even though I was trying to be professional, I felt like the act was a little too intimate.

I rushed to finish up, and after about fifteen minutes I was satisfied that the knot in his back had improved. “Alright, I think I’m done. Want to flip onto your back for me?” I asked, pulling the sheet up slightly. “W-why?” Chris asked, his tone filled with alarm. “I usually finish every session with a neck massage. Sometimes the neck gets stiff from the way it lays when you’re on your stomach.” I replied. “Oh, uh, it’s okay.” He replied, refusing to move. I rolled my eyes. “What? Not even 30 minutes ago you were begging me for a massage, and now you’re turning it down?” I crossed my arms and moved over to his head, “Come on, turn over. It won’t take long.” I reassured him.

He sighed, and, holding onto the edge of the sheet, slowly turned over. I stifled a gasp, because between his legs, the thin white sheet had tented, and I could clearly see the outline of his erection. I was thrown off, unable to take my eyes away from it, but quickly recovered — clearing my throat and dropping my eyes to his face. His eyes were still closed and his cheeks were flushed; I could tell he was embarrassed. In a normal circumstance, I would think that I would have made a joke about it, and he would have just told me to shut up. But at that moment, there was something so real about his exposure and humiliation, and so I knew that I would just ignore it.

I began massaging his neck, trying to focus on my actions and regain my professionalism. But, I couldn’t stop looking at the white sheet; it being the only thing between his cock and my eyes. I could tell that it was huge, and I watched as it grew harder and harder as I continued working his neck. It went from standing straight up and wobbling in the air as Chris breathed, to being pressed right against his front. The sheet draped around it, perfectly outlining its girth, and I could see a small bead of dampness taint the sheet a translucent shade of white at its tip. My mouth watered and my mind wandered. I felt my own body begin to react to the sight in front of me, and the tension in the room began to grow so heavy that I began to gasp for air.

“I-is the pressure okay?” I asked, doing my very best to keep my voice strong as I worked his neck. I watched his Adam’s apple bob as he swallowed nervously before nodding his head. “It’s good, Y/n.” His reply was so simple, but there was something about the gruff undertone, the almost indiscriminate breathlessness as he said my name, that caused my knees to weaken and my throat to turn into a desert. Suddenly, I could no longer hear the soft music playing throughout the room as my blood pumped deafeningly in my ears. I couldn’t pull my eyes away from his bulge for more than a few seconds at a time — it seemed so hard that it had to be painful. My eyes continued to flutter between his flushed face and pulsing member until suddenly, when my eyes returned to his face, his bright blue eyes were wide open and staring right at me.

I felt a new wave of heat crawl up my face at the fact that I had just been caught red-handed staring at the one thing in this room that both of us had been actively ignoring. I opened my mouth to attempt to explain myself, but his words beat me to it. “I’m sorry.” He murmured sheepishly, his face turning the same shade of red that I imagined mine to be as he squeezed his eyes shut. Immediately, I began shaking my head rapidly. Partially as a reassurance to him and partially as an attempt at erasing the last two minutes of my life. “No! Don’t be sorry. It happens all the time.” I rushed out, doing my best to make light of the situation. “No it doesn’t.” He replied flatly, with a hint of disbelief in his voice. I forced a chuckle. “Okay fine, it doesn’t happen all the time. But its not not normal.” I tried again, brushing a soft curl out of his face.

Chris was silent for a moment, his eyes still squeezed shut in either embarrassment or concentration. I had stopped massaging his neck, but my hands were still on his damp skin; my thumbs drawing gentle circles against his rapid pulse. After a moment, an exasperated sigh fell from his lips. “It won’t go away.” He said, his voice laced with genuine disgust. “I’m sorry Y/n, this is creepy.” A forced laugh, then another sigh.

The room fell silent again as I tried to find the right words to fill the space. Words that would reassure him more genuinely than more “it’s okay’s”. Because, from the way my pulse had quickened, and from the way my core had grown so slick from arousal that I could feel it dripping steadily onto my panties, it really was okay. It was more than okay. So, instead of trying to find the words that could possibly portray just how okay it was, I leaned down and pressed my lips to his.

I felt him tense at the first brush of my lips against his, clearly shocked by the sudden close proximity of our mouths; closer than they had ever been before. So, I pulled away for a moment, finding his piercing eyes to search them for whatever thought is running in his mind. They were wild, racing across my face trying to make sense of what just happened. But there was something else there, something erotic that was blurring the line between right and wrong. Between professionalism and spontaneity. Between friends that fuck around and friends that fuck. I could tell that we were both balancing on that same fine line, but when I brought my lips back down to his, and when he opened his mouth to welcome mine with the kind of hunger than can never be satiated, I knew that we both came to the same conclusion.

Our lips moulded together in rhythmic wonder as our tongues explored each other. Immediately, I felt his body relax as his hands reached up and wrapped themselves in my hair. A soft moan of satisfaction fell from his lips as I nibbled on his bottom lip, causing my body to react in a way that was foreign to me. I felt goosebumps raise up across my skin as if his hands were all over it. He pulled his lips from mine and used his grip on my hair to tilt my head to the side, giving his swollen lips access to my neck. He sucked and nibbled against my electric skin just below my ear, and I felt as though I could fall apart and dissolve into a puddle just from that. “L-let me make you feel better.” I managed to moan out through the waves of pleasure I was feeling. My eyes wouldn’t leave the rock hard bulge under the white sheet, just barely out of my reach. Chris groaned against my neck at my words, and I watched as his cock twitched under the sheet as if it heard my words itself and was begging me to help it.

After another moment of Chris devouring my neck, tasting every inch of it as if he couldn’t get enough, his grip on my hair loosened and he allowed me to straighten up. I looked down at his face, now even more flushed than before. His lips had gone bright pink and were so beautifully swollen from their journey against my skin. His chest was rising and falling rapidly and, after a short moment, his eyes fluttered open and landed on me. “You sure you want to do this?” He asked, his voice slightly tentative, and I knew what he meant.

A kiss between friends is one thing. It can be brushed off as a slight moment of weakness, can be something that the two friends can one day laugh about as they look back on their friendship. It can be never spoken of again, can be hidden from their other friends deep in the vault of the minds of the two people that shared it. But anything more than that, any other touching, or licking, or exploring of the other person is not as easily ignorable. In friendships there is deep love and strong understanding of the other person. Once that love and understanding collides with the act of literally merging together, of being as physically close to another that you can be in this lifetime, it’s not so easy to ignore. My mind may not be able to shut out the events that transpire with Chris tonight ever again. We may never be able to chalk it all up to a moment of weakness, or keep it a secret from our mutual friends. We may never have the same friendship we had before I agreed to this massage. But there is no way to know that for sure. What I did know for sure in that moment, with Chris staring up at me with eyes filled with intoxicating desire, with my own body vibrating with lust, was that I wanted this.

So without a word, I walked down his body towards his beckoning cock. I took a moment to just gaze at it, closer to it now than I had been all night. I rested a hand on his thigh hidden beneath the sheet, and watched as his cock once again twitched. I chewed on my bottom lip in an attempt to keep myself from moaning just from the sight, and after a moment let my eyes flutter back up to his face. “I’m sure Chris.” I replied softly, searching his expression. “Are you?” I asked, realizing that he was likely considering the same potential outcome that I had been. He kept my gaze for a brief moment, his eyes focusing on different parts of my face. “I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life.” He replied finally, a cheeky smile growing on his face. I felt my own expression mirror his own, and without wasting another second I began peeling the thin sheet down his waist.

My smile fell the moment his bare cock was finally exposed, and was replaced by what I knew was the expression of desperate hunger. His length was impressively long, and I felt my mouth water at the thought of running my tongue along its veins up to its swollen head. Reaching to my left, I pumped some massage oil into my hand. I brought my cupped hand above his upright cock and let the oil drip between my fingers and coat him. He released a sharp hiss at the feeling of the oil as it trailed down his length towards his base, and I watched as his hips thrust forward desperately from the barely-there contact. A bead of pre-cum suddenly dripped from his slit, and I used my thumb to collect it before finally pumping my hand up and down his shaft. Immediately, a deep moan fell from Chris’s lips as I worked his oiled cock in my hand. I focused on his body language as I adjusted my movements to figure out exactly what he needed to feel good.

When I went slow, I watched his breath grow steady, telling me that I should pick up the pace. When I used a softer touch as I moved along his cock his hands would stay relaxed at his side, but I knew he liked it when I used a bit more pressure along his tip as his hands would tighten into fists against the sheet. But when I used both hands, twisting in opposite directions with the occasional brush against his balls with my pinky, I discovered that was what he liked most of all. A deep grunt followed by a moan fell from his lips, and his right hand flew to my upper thigh; where he gripped so hard I was sure that he would leave a bruise. “Fuck, Y/n.” He breathed out as I continued with these movements.

His hand traveled further and further up my leg until his fingers slipped under my loose-fitting shorts. I continued to stroke him with both hands, even when I felt the tip of his fingers just milimetres from my trembling core. They brushed against the ever-so-soft place between my pelvis and my pussy, and I bit back a moan. Subconsciously, I adjusted myself so that my legs were wider apart; giving him access to touch even more of me. My hands continued to work his cock as his fingers inched closer and closer, before finally, I felt the very tip of just one of his fingers reach my core and dip into its warmth. My knees buckled at the barely-there contact just as he released a muffled moan. “Jesus fuck, Y/n,” My eyes flew to his face and the translucent arousal that I found all across it was almost enough to push me over the edge. “Put that on my face right fucking now.”

His demand was so jarring, his voice so gritty and raw, that I didn’t hesitate before peeling my shorts down my legs, lifting myself onto the massage chair, and straddling his face. Immediately, his hands gripped onto my thighs and pulled them apart; giving his eyes untethered access to my glistening core. “You’re fucking soaked.” His words came out in an almost-whisper, as if he hadn’t actively planned on speaking them aloud. Still, they shot straight to my lust and I leaned forward, resting my head against his chest to allow him to see even more of me.

I gasped as I felt his thumb against my slit, collecting my arousal. I heard a wet sound and then another deep moan. “So good.” He whispered before suddenly his warm mouth was suctioned to my clit. Immediately, I dissolved into a puddle of desire as his tongue swirled and licked against my sensitive bundle of nerves. Moans fell from my lips as my brain turned to mush from the relief of finally having his mouth on me. I began moving my hips against his face, chasing a high that I so desperately needed. Satisfied moans slipped from his mouth into me, and I felt a sharp slap against my ass cheek that added to my intense need.

I had turned into nothing more than a dead weight on top of him, his lethal tongue paralyzing me. But as I opened my mouth to release a guttural moan, I felt my lip brush against the tip of his cock. Without a second thought, I slipped his cock into my mouth and began pumping up and down. Another moan fell from Chris, vibrating against my clit and causing me to moan around his girth. “Fuck.” Chris muttered against me, and I responded by deep throating his cock until my nose pressed against his bare thigh. “Mmmm, Y/n.” Chris breathed, removing his mouth from my clit. I stopped my movements as well, waiting on shaky legs for him to continue.

“If you keep doing that, I’m gonna cum.” He began, gently running his knuckles against my ass cheek. “And I don’t want to do that yet.” He slipped two fingers into my core effortlessly, causing me to immediately begin rocking against them. “Mmm. Thatta girl.” He breathed, presumably watching for a moment as I rode his fingers just inches above his face. “What I want you to do is focus on making a mess all over my face, then after that I want to cum with these tight walls wrapped around me.” His words caused my eyes to roll to the back of my head, and a sharp moan fell from my lips. “Sound good?” He asked, his voice muffled as he reattached his mouth to my throbbing clit. I nodded my head maniacally as he resumed his impressive movements against my nerves. He kept his fingers inside of me, and as I slid my soaked cunt against his face, I cried out at the added sensation of his fingers filling me.

“Fuck C-Chris.” I moaned, my words nearly incomprehensible as I grew closer and closer to my climax. He could tell that I was quickly approaching, and tightened his grip on my ass cheek with his free hand; pressing my cunt so hard against his face I was afraid that he would suffocate. “G-gonna cum!” I warned him just before the tumultuous waves of my orgasm took over. My body began shaking as I came hard against his face. I had never before felt so out of control of my own body, and relished in the feeling as my back arched and a plethora of moans fell from my mouth. I felt a gush as I squirted against Chris’s mouth, and trembled at the guttural moan he released as he began lapping me up.

Once my mind reattached to my body and my orgasm had finishing ripping through me, I rested my head against his stomach as he ran his hands along my tense back and dropped gentle kisses against my sensitive core. He let me lie there on top of him for a few moments, catching my breath and slowing my heart rate, before gently lifting my limp body off of him and sliding off of the massage table. I sat up on the edge of the table, facing his standing figure before me, and my gaze landed on his excruciatingly hard cock. He grabbed my chin and lifted my head up before pressing his wet lips harshly against mine. He tasted like me, and immediately a new wave of arousal filled my core.

As his tongue flicked into my mouth, I reached between our bodies and began stroking his cock. He thrusted into my hand instinctively, and a moan fell from his lips as his hand shot to my core where he drew torturously slow circles against my over-stimulated clit. Caught up in how good we were making the other feel, our kissing slowed and our mouths eventually turned into matching O’s; eyes shut in pure bliss. I dropped my forehead against his bare chest, and watched as our hands worked on the other’s body, slowly working up the nerve to do the one thing we hadn’t yet done with each other.

“You still want to do this?” Chris asked, his voice strained. I jolted slightly at his words, shocked at the fact that he seemed to be reading my mind. A sharp wave of pleasure hit me from his fingers and I moaned softly before looking back up at him. “Mhmm.” I breathed, meaning it. “Do you?” I asked in return as I felt his cock jump in my hand. “So much.” He replied before lowering his head and planting another deep, wet kiss against my mouth. After a moment, he grabbed the hem of my t-shirt and pulled it over my head. He took a moment to admire my bare chest before kissing each of my painfully pebbled nipples. “God, you’re unreal Y/n.” He moaned, running firm hands against my completely naked frame. I arched my back against his touch and shut my eyes blissfully.

He leaned forward and ran his tongue along my collar bone. “You ready?” He asked. I felt his hand replace mine on his shaft, and bit my lip as I felt him line the head up with my soaked core. He used his free hand to hold firmly onto my lower back, and I wrapped my legs around his waist; using the grip to press him against me. “I’m ready.” I replied breathlessly, looking up at him through my eyelashes. Without wasting a second, Chris kept his glazed eyes on mine as he slowly pressed his hips into me. My jaw dropped as his girth stretched my walls out further than I thought possible, and the intoxicating mix of pleasure and pain that can not truly be described with words turned my brain into mush.

Chris hissed as he bottomed out in me, his cock taking up every inch of my cunt. He remained still as he rested his forehead against mine, his breath erratic and hitched. “Fuck.” He finally groaned out, his body more tense than I’d ever seen it. “You okay?” I asked, wrapping my arms around his neck. He nodded. “I’m gonna cum in, like, record speed here Y/n.” He replied, taking deep breaths and keeping his forehead pressed to mine. I couldn’t help but chuckle. “It’s okay Chris,” I replied, running my hands through his hair. “Just give me what you’ve got.”

My last seductive whisper seemed to give him the motivation to power through, because immediately he snapped his hips into me. I released a sharp moan from the depth of his movements, and that was enough to bring him fully back into it. Using the grip he had on my lower back, he plowed into me relentlessly. My eyes were rolled into the back of my head as I felt my walls stretch with each thrust; allowing him to hit my g-spot each time. “Jesus!” I cried out, gripping onto his shoulders in a weak attempt at holding onto my sanity.

“You’re so f-fucking tight.” Chris groaned into my shoulder as he continued to drive his ruthless cock into me. The room filled with the sounds of our bodies smacking against each other, adding to the indescribable arousal I was filled with. Chris’s hands began travelling all across my body, taking his time on my tits as his thumbs drew circles around my hardened nipples. He gave my tits a harsh squeeze before travelling down my stomach, leaving a trail of goosebumps on my skin as he reached my clit and began rubbing it in rhythm with his thrusts. “God, keep going baby.” I moaned, wrapping my legs even tighter around Chris’s waist, “F-feels s-so good!” I cried just as Chris lifted me up off the table and slammed me into the wall. I released a sharp gasp from the shock, but as he continued pounding into me, my pleasure was intensified.

“Fuck, sweetheart,” Chris growled as he nibbled against the skin on my neck. “You always this fucking wet?” His dirty words make my head spin. “N-no. I’m n-not.” I reply honestly, feeling my juices spread all over his front. A wicked smile covers his face. “Just for me then, huh?” His tone was arrogant, but there was an undertone of overwhelming arousal in it that told me he needed it to be true. I nodded my head rapidly. “Y-yes Chris! O-only this wet f-for y-you.” I managed to reply just before my second orgasm swept in and overtook me.

Just as I began riding my high — my nails digging into his skin and my mouth sputtering out profanities — Chris stilled inside of me and released a ragged “Oh fuck!”. I felt his cock pulse inside of me, painting my walls with his warm seed as my orgasm milked him dry. He released soft grunts against my neck as he rode through his own high, and I relished in the feeling of his cum as it dripped from my cunt.

After a while, both of our bodies relaxed and we rested against one another as we caught our breath. I waited for the overwhelming feeling of regret to wash over me, as one would expect it to after fucking your best friend, but it never came. In fact, I was so relaxed in that post-sex liminal space, pressed against the wall with Chris’s softening cock resting in my core, that I almost couldn’t believe that we had never done that before.

I was pulled from that thought by Chris placing a deeply passionate kiss to my lips. There was no lust, no untethered desire attached to it; it was almost as though this kiss was the end of one chapter of our lives and the beginning of a new, more exciting one. Our lips moved in slow motion, as if we had kissed like this a thousand times. With his lips still on mine, Chris slowly helped me down so my feet were on the ground. After another moment of our mouths merged as one, I pulled away and was immediately wrapped in a hug. Chris’s warm body felt so familiar, even more familiar than before, and I closed my eyes and took in the moment, as I knew it was the start of something new.

“Well, I think we have some things we should figure out,” Chris said, and I felt a soft chuckle against my head tucked into his chest. “Because I don’t know about you, but there is no way I can go the rest of my life without doing that again.” It was my turn to laugh, and I pulled myself out of his arms and looked up at his face. “I think I am officially under your spell.” I replied, feigning a smile. “Let’s go sit down and figure this all out.” I grabbed my discarded shirt and threw it over my head before walking towards my living room. “Oh by the way Y/n,” Chris grabbed me by my waist from behind as we walked through the door, “My back feels great now, in case you were curious.” I rolled my eyes with a smile and continued walking. “You have magical hands.” He whispered, and all I could do was laugh and give him a half-hearted shove.

ᵕᵕᵕᵕ୨♡︎୧ᵕᵕᵕᵕ

[chrisbunnys]

𝑯𝒊𝒔 𝑭𝒂𝒗𝒐𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒆

synopsis: Chris tries to decide whether he likes giving or receiving more...

warnings: SMUT , pussy devouring (boderline cannibalism), sucking a monster cock ig. No copying. Ask if you’d like to use as “inspo.”

ʚ with love and big tits, Rose ɞ

Chris couldn’t tell what he loved more. 

The sight of his cock pushing past your lips was heavenly, the feeling of your tongue swirling around and around….he would never be able to feel it enough. 

But, he also loved staring up at you – watching you falling apart and tasting every ounce of your pussy, devouring you until you could only scream for him, writhing under his tongue like it’s the entire purpose of your existence. 

Give or receive? 

He didn’t know which one was better. No matter how many times he tried to decide, he just couldn’t keep the same answer. They were both so good, so necessary. 

He wanted to take it all. 

01: Trapped in paradise . . . 

It felt like a dream. Every kiss had led up to this moment. Your clothes had been thrown to the floor one by one, his lips buckling on your skin as his mouth started to water just at the mere thought of what was to come.

“Chris, I…” The hesitance in your voice makes him stare up at you. His lips take a brief pause from kissing along your inner thigh, a burning sensation that only makes the heat grow in the pit of your gut.

He licks over his lips, his mind urging him to keep kissing every part of you. “What is it, sweetheart? Do you not want this?” he purrs, his hands massaging your hips as his stubble brushes along the reddened skin of your inner thigh. 

It was stupid question, really. He could already see how wet you were, dripping onto his sheets – making a complete mess. But he didn’t care. He wanted you to be even messier. 

“No, no, I,” your hands scrunch in his hair. Chris flutters his eyes shut, appreciating the touch before looking directly up at you with soft, but hungry eyes. “-’m just nervous,” you explain. 

Shaking his head, Chris leans his head to rest completely on your thigh. The gentle hair from his jaw scratches with delicacy, a certain kind of sensation that makes you even more aware of just how close he is. And his eyes….they tell you how bad he wants this, how bad he truly wants you. 

Most guys would try for sex – or even receiving head first. Not Chris though. He had voiced how bad he wanted this numerous times, how badly he wanted to just make you feel good. 

“Don’t gotta be nervous, baby,” he soothes, his nose tracing from your knee down, pausing right in front of your bare pussy, “-just wanna take care of you – take care of my girl,” he says, semi talking to himself. You’re his girl, you’re this wet for him. All he wants is to ease the ache, the ache that he had caused so pridefully. 

“Do you trust me?” His eyes peer up into yours as you nod your head, your hips squirming as you feel the tension between your legs start to make you dizzy. 

Chris can’t help but smile, kissing onto the upper part of your folds. You trust him. That alone is enough to make his emotions seep into his actions, his lips kissing you open-mouthed and sloppily, the same way he does to you when making out. 

“Oh – ” The surprised moan floats from your lips as he uses his fingers to gently spread you open, baring everything to him in a clear sight.

A subtle laugh vibrates against your clit as he starts to circle his tongue around the nub. Your head digs backward into the soft pillows, your hands tugging on his hair as you feel your lower stomach clench in knots. 

Every muscle feels like fire. You’re caught up in how everything feels, too distracted to care about the noises spilling out of your mouth. All you know is this feels good – it feels passionate. 

“Mmmmmm,” Chris hums into you, an unfamiliar boost of pleasure that leaves your hands tugging in his hair even harder, only amplifying a groan from him. “Harder, baby,” he rasps, out of breath of heaving as he reattaches his mouth lustfully to your pussy. 

Consumed in euphoria, your body responds for you, tangling even further in his messy locks of hair as you let your thighs shake and quiver, holding him against you. But he’s not going anywhere. 

“Good girl,” he husks, his fingers groping into your sides as he lets himself push even further into you, his nose swiveling against your puffy clit, your body writhing and making it hit all the right spots. 

“I – Chris!” you scream, crossing your legs behind his head. He’s so hard it hurts. His dick is pulsing painfully as you hold him in place, clear desperation from your body making him absolutely overwhelmed with pleasure and emotions. 

“-’m not going anywhere, sweetheart,” he seethes, hissing as your nails scratch against his scalp with a brutal greed. “-not going anywh –” He doesn’t even bother to finish his sentence. Chris is too drunk off of you to hold himself back, feeding into your song of moans and screams with his tongue and lips rushing and licking every inch of your pussy. 

The knot gathering in your gut is unbearable. Chris feels your heels dig into his back, his nose being crushed as your hips flex upwards. The piercing scream of his name being uttered like a mantra has his eyes rolling into the back of his head. He can’t even think – all he can do is give you everything. 

And more. 

Your stomach twists, your walls convulsing around his tongue as your body starts to lessen with tensing your muscles. 

Chris can’t help it. He feels a warmth spill in his briefs, sticky cum coating his shaft as he continues to grind himself into the mattress. 

He’s so drunk off of you. The look on your face, the sight of you absolutely ruined for him…this is his favorite. 

Right?

02: Second guessing . . . 

In between your thighs had always been his safe haven. He loved getting to abuse you with his tongue, letting himself get completely lost in you – all over you. 

“Can I please?” 

You begged. Chris had never seen you want something so bad. He’s not sure what exactly prompted the desire, but he wasn’t complaining…not when he had you like this. 

“Shit,” he seethes through his teeth, his hand starting to gently tangle in your hair as you get adjusted. 

You looked absolutely perfect like this, kneeling and looking up at him as you place kisses onto the vein running up and down his shaft. He’s so sensitive. All he can do is feel and you’re making him feel so much. 

“You wanna suck it now, baby?” he asks, his chest rising and falling with intensity as he stares down at you. 

You nod. Chris feels his chest get even lighter watching you lean forward, giving his tip a kiss before parting your lips. “Yeah,” he gently grazes your hair behind your ear with his free hand, trying to gather as much as he can with his other in a messy make-shift ponytail. “-jusstt like that, sweetheart.” 

His length glides on your tongue. You use your hands to slide up and down his cock, not being able to take it all in one go. But Chris doesn’t mind. He loves the mess starting to drool from your lips.

“Such a good girl – fuck, doin’ so good,” he praises. His hand holding your hair is firm, but only glides with your own motions. You go to look up at him, heat pooling between your legs as you watch his stomach tense as you let yourself take more of his length into your mouth. “-ah, fuck,” he spits, his grip twisting lightly in your hair to ground himself. 

He can’t last long. Everytime you take more of his cock in your mouth, he feels himself edging closer and closer. All he can do is feel – all he can do is worship the sight of you on your knees, so vulnerable for him. 

“Oh my god, baby,” his hands cautiously pull you back, just enough for you to look back up at him. “-take it all, yeah? You can do that for me, can’t you sweetheart?” 

His lip hurts from how hard he bites it. A long moan pushes through his lips, his hands tightening in your hair. You’re taking all of him. Everything he has to give, you’re greedy for it all, bobbing your head up and down with a pace that makes his chest pull inward. 

“Gonna – gonna c-cum,” he rasps, trying to pull you back by your hair, but you just push yourself forward, his throbbing cock sliding down your throat over and over again as he feels his balls tighten. “-fuck, you want it, baby?”

He can’t tell if you’re bobbing your head more aggressively or nodding. The slight pat you spare on his thigh tells him to go ahead, his cum spilling down your throat as you try to keep yourself relaxed. 

“Fuckkkkkk,” he throws his head back, his hips flexing to keep his length buried down your throat. It’s so warm, so intimate – he gets to do this, he’s the only one that gets to have you on your knees, so intent on giving him every sensation you can. 

Slightly dizzy, Chris slowly pulls his cock away from your lips. His mouth drops open, his eyes bulging as he sees subtle remnants of his cum dripping from the corners of your mouth. And fuck, it’s his favorite thing to see – to worship in hopes that it will forever stay imprinted in his mind. 

“You,” he tries to catch his breath, petting your hair back from your face, “-you’re so fuckin’ pretty for me – like this,” he purrs, his hand coming down to swipe the white liquid back into your mouth. 

Greedy. You’re still so fucking greedy. Your lips seal around the digit, your tongue quickly swirling around his finger as you stare up at him, just like you had with his cock not too long ago. 

“Oh my god.” 

He’s completely helpless to how he feels. Obsession travels through his veins while he takes everything in – the sight of you on your knees, just desperate to give him every ounce of euphoria you can. 

This is his favorite. It has to be his favorite. 

But, he changes his mind every time. Whatever day, whatever position – that’s his favorite. 

You’re his favorite.

[chrisbunnys]

holy fuck ure fast 😭 i love u sm.

ꔛ 𝑻𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑪𝒉𝒓𝒊𝒔 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒆 𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒓𝒊𝒗𝒆𝒔…

He just looked so hot. 

Chris’ hand rests on the steering wheel, the other on your thigh. He wasn’t even trying to tease you, but fuck – you were dripping. No matter how hard you clenched your thighs together, there was no relief enough to satisfy you. 

Hesitantly, you reach your hand over, rubbing it dangerously high on his leg. 

“Ma, fuck – what’re you…” his hand tightens it’s grip on your thigh as your fingers trace higher and higher. You see him get hard, a bulge growing in his pants as he hisses, “-wha-what are you doing? Gonna make us fuckin’ crash.” 

Instead of stopping, you place your fingers under his shirt, lightly grazing his lower stomach with your nails – the one thing you know drives him insane. 

“That’s it,” Chris pulls off to the side of the road, looking over at you for only a brief moment before pulling you roughly back the back of the neck, crashing his lips onto your as he kisses you with lust. 

He moans into your mouth, biting on your lower lip as you begin to trace your nails even lower. Deciding he’s had enough, he pulls away, quickly undoing his belt and jeans and pulling out his hard cock. 

“Teased enough. Fix it, baby – you wanted it that bad, hm?” he taunts, tangling his hand in your hair as you start to lean down over the center console. 

“Fuckin’ hell,” he puffs, his gut clenching as he feels your lips start to gently suck on his tip. “-such a damn tease.” 

You start to suck in his length, smirking as you hear lewd moans push through his lips. Enough to satisfy him slightly, but not enough to fulfill what he needs. 

You’re still teasing. But – he started it.

[chrisbunnys]

✰ 𝑴𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑷𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝑰𝒎𝒂𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒔 ✧

𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒂. «𝑯𝒆𝒓𝒆»

ⓘ English is not my first language! 𝑹𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉 𝑺𝒆𝒙 – 𝑴𝑫𝑵𝑰

───~𓆩♡𓆪~───

𝒃𝒇.ᐟ𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒕... loves to see your eyes roll back and jaw go slack, hands clutching desperately at his forearms as he goes balls deep, bruising your cervix.

𝒘𝒄. 𝟤𝟫𝟢

✰ Matt grunted as he pushed your legs further apart, pushing you further into the mattress with his body weight as he rutted into you like an animal. "Fu—ck, thaat’s right, juuust like that," he hissed when he saw your eyes rolling back and jaw going slack as pornographic moans exited your mouth, your pussy spasming around his thick length as he fucked you dumb. "Can’t really move away now, can ya?" he chuckled breathlessly, "fuckin’ take it, just—fuck, fu—ck, yeah sweetness, squeeze my cock." His own eyes rolled back briefly when he felt your pussy trying to push him out, making him fuck you even harder.

𝑨 𝒇𝒆𝒘 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒖𝒕𝒆𝒔 𝒑𝒓𝒊𝒐𝒓... "Look at what I just found," you laughed as you showed your boyfriend the 'mating press' position, a small twist to the usual missionary Matt loved so much. His eyebrows raised as a small smirk creeped onto his lips, his gaze drifting to yours, "hm? you wanna try this out or?" He asked while folding his arms. His smirk slowly widened when you nodded, "yeah, I mean... you gotta at least try once, no?"

𝑩𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒕... Your loud moans filled the room, almost screams now. You couldn’t stay quiet, you just couldn’t, not when his dick was slamming into your cervix sooo hard you were probably gonna be bruised there. His thrusts were punishing, almost knocking the wind out of you and leaving you gasping between screams. Your mind was fogged, eyes almost permanently rolled back as hands clutched onto his forearms. Matt groaned in pleasure-pain when he felt your nails rake across his pale skin, probably leaving marks behind, but all he could think about was the primal need to put his babies inside you—breed you dumb. ✰

𓆩♡𓆪

───~𓆩♡𓆪~───

𝒃𝒇.ᐟ𝒄𝒉𝒓𝒊𝒔... loves hearing your desperate cries as he pins you down on the bed with his body, going sooo deep that you’re seeing literal sparks.

𝒘𝒄. 𝟥𝟢𝟨

✧ Chris’ hand held your wrists firmly down on the bed just above your head, his other one pulling your head back by your hair, groaning loudly as he fucked you almost straight into the bed. Your body squirmed, but only for a moment before getting more firmly pressed down by his body. "Don’t even fuckin’ think of escapin’ this ma," he groaned lowly, emphasizing his words with rough slams, the sound of his hips colliding with your ass as he plowed into your sopping pussy was deafening. The wet shlurps grew louder the harder he fucked you. "Juust like that, fuckin’ stay still ’nd lemme fuck your brains out." His words carried a clear intention—a promise.

𝑨 𝒇𝒆𝒘 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒖𝒕𝒆𝒔 𝒑𝒓𝒊𝒐𝒓... "Baby, can we try something new? I just found this position— and before you ask me about it, I found it 'accidentally' on Pinterest." Your boyfriend, Chris, chuckled in amusement as he took your phone, his gaze skimping over the picture before snapping up to yours. "So basically that one position y’like so much, prone something, what’d they say? prone—" "prone bone," you chuckled. "Oh right, yeah, prone bone, jus’ like that one huh?"

𝑩𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒕... You didn’t even try to get away at this rate, you couldn’t, his weight was keeping you from moving hence letting him go as deep as he could and he wasn’t playing around—he went as deep as he could. Your moans turned into loud keens as your body trembled violently, another orgasm crashing over your body, but was Chris stopping? Not any time soon it seemed since his pace didn’t even falter—only fastened. His own sounds of pleasure grew the more he felt your pussy sucking him in. Who knew your boyfriend – that stuck to vanilla sex all the time – would become this feral over a simple position? ✧

𓆩♡𓆪

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[chrisbunnys]

freak!chris who loves it when your pussy drools. he fucks his dick extra hard into your cunt just to hear the schlick slurping sounds — he loves to feel it slip down your ass or thighs, loves how hot and sticky it is, loves to see the shiny strings connect his body to yours.

“look at her, ma. she’s crying.” he teases as he grinds his cockhead into your sweet spot, slowly sliding in n’ out just to feel you wetness coat his cock. it’s pure nirvana for him, warm and wet and perfect, a place he could bury himself inside and die happy.

“she looooves my dick, yeah? fuck, i love her too, baby.” he croons as his hips slap into yours, bruising your walls and using you. his cock is throbbing inside you, balls twitching and voice falling more breathy and desperate — so close to filling your pretty little pussy up.

“i can bust inside, yeah? please, ma, wanna fuckin’ mess you up—” he just wants to feel his hot, thick cum mix with your slick, wants to hear how sloppy it sounds as he fucks himself deep inside. freak!chris just loves it messy and sloppy.

[chrisbunnys]

i love it. it's so cutsie and pink.

divider by @bernardsbendystraws

NEW LAYOUTTTT what do we think what do we think

[chrisbunnys]

matt the munch

sorry guys for being inactive but im back (i think?) so heres this!!

[chrisbunnys]

and that beard... need that carpet burn!!!

just remembered how much i miss matt's horse necklace. im drooling, screaming and crying.

[chrisbunnys]

this is the cutest thing ever. oh my god.

ꔛ 𝑩𝒍𝒖𝒓𝒃 𝒐𝒇 𝑪𝒉𝒓𝒊𝒔 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂 𝒌𝒊𝒔𝒔 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒈 . . .

Chris was getting anxious. He was having fun on stream, but he could see you getting ready for bed.

“Hey, baby?” he asks, turning to face you as you rummage around the room. Your eyes meet his, your eyebrow cocking as you spare him a curious look. Chris’s cheeks flush as he covers the camera, whispering to you, “-can you give me a kiss before you go to bed? Please?”

Your lips curl upward, your stomach flurrying with light feathers swarming up into your chest.

Walking over, you laugh at his poor attempt to cover the camera. His lips meet yours briefly, but softly. “Thank you, sweetheart,” he hums.

You nod, not wanting to be heard by the stream. Chris rummages his hands, pulling his stuffed monkey from his lap and placing it into your grasp. “Cuddle him for me until I’m done?” he suggests.

Once again, you nod your head, walking over to the bed as you clutched the soft stuffed toy in your arms.

You don’t even remember falling asleep. But, you feel Chris spoon you from behind, clutching you into his chest as he snuggles you into his warmth, the stuffed monkey being cradled even tighter against you. It still feels like you’re in some sort of dream, some sort of haze that makes everything feel so beautifully soft. “I love you,” he breathes, kissing the crown of your head.

This is love.

ʚ with love and big tits, Rose Toy ɞ

No copying. Ask if you’d like to use as “inspo.” Dividers by me.

[chrisbunnys]

I’m Sorry Officer!

Summary: Reader has an idea for a roll play…

Warnings: SMUTTY. Swearing, roleplay, handcuff play, Dom!Reader, Sub!Chris, mommy kink (I’m sorry), nicknames (Mommy, good boy, baby, ma)

A/n: If you don’t fuck with Sub!Chris GET OUTTTT!!!

This is part of my PornStar!Reader & PornStar!Chris AU To see more go here!

Dividers - @bernardsbendystraws

For - @phone4pills

“Hey honey”, she smiled walking up to him on the bed her chest fully exposed in the tight blue costume. “Do you know what you did wrong?” She said crawling over him. “No ma’am!” He said looking at her, his hands cuffed to the head board above his head.

“I’m gonna have to give you a ticket!” She whispered as she trailed her hands farther down his erect bottom. “F-for what” he whined as her baby blue nails traced over his longing cock.

“oh baby, your just so beautiful when your like this” she said trailing her head to the waistband of his jeans. “I’m sorry Officer!” He said smiling up at her. “I think these might have to come off, what about you?” She teased. “Y-yes!” He whined “Yes who?” She teased her hands pulling down his jeans leaving his erection poking through his thin black boxers.

“Y-yes, fuck, mommy” he moaned as she pulled his throbbing cock out of his boxers throwing them into the ground. “Yeah? My baby’s such a good boy!” She whispered moving her hands on his length faster every stroke.

“Fuck, ma, that feels so good” He moaned throwing his head back onto the pillows. “Yeah baby?, I want you to be a good boy and let mommy ride you yeah?” She whispered moving to straddle him, pulling the thin fabric of the costume and her black panties to the side, teasing her entrance with his throbbing tip.

“Yes fuck ma!” He moaned as she slid down onto him. “Shit, my good boy, you feel so good stretching mommy out like this.” She moaned throwing her head back moaning from the intense pleasure. “Shit mommy, gonna come!” He moaned his legs shaking and hips rutting, “Hold it for me baby, mommys so close.” She moaned toying with her clit to speed the process of build.

“Shit, baby mommy coming” she moaned grabbing his shoulders and screaming his name, her white liquid paining his length, his load was short to come after. “Fuck mommy!” He moaned. “Holy shit!” She sighed crawling off of him and fixing her hair.

“That was the best fucking sex I’ve ever had.” Chris sighed the ecstasy of the moment dying down, “New video idea?” She asked pulling on Chris’ new Fresh Love sweatpants.

“Fucking yes!” He said very excitedly awaiting the next time they film.

A/n: This is part of my AU PornStar!Reader and Chris ENJOYYY!!!

As always

-Stay kind stay hot yall xoxo gossip girl💋

©Slxt4chriss

[chrisbunnys]

just remembered how much i miss matt's horse necklace. im drooling, screaming and crying.

[chrisbunnys]

I respect your religion until you try to shove it down my throat. My preferences don’t affect you.

I don’t need “help” or your “god.” I am spiritual. I don’t need to go to an organized church and brag about it to know that. If you can read my smut, you can tolerate listening to my preferences, even if you don’t agree.

Matt can do whatever he wants. I don’t care. It’s not like I’m actually gonna date him nor would I even want to regardless of any of this. I legit shut off the stream after he said the first bit about church because I can’t listen to it. It’s my trauma. I don’t have to explain anything to any of you.

I’m not fully a Chris girl so it was a joke, but I’m not kidding about the preference. But it shouldn’t fucking matter. It’s not like I’m saying it to Matt’s face, threatening that I’m not gonna be a Matt girl if he goes to church.

Spamming me and fucking with me is only proving how awful of a person you are. Believing in a specific god doesn’t automatically make you good. You shouldn’t rely on repenting to feel okay about yourself and your actions. Stop thinking you’re better than everyone else and having a savior complex. It’s disgusting, dishonest behavior.

I’m not taking the post down. I refuse to be silenced on my own page. Block me if you don’t wanna see my content. Simple as that. No one is forcing you to do anything. You’re in control of the content you consume.

[chrisbunnys]

CAN YOU DO A STORY WHERE CHRIS IS OBSESSED WITH EATING THE USER OUT? THANK YOU 💗💗💗

𐙚⋅˚‧ノ now all i’m going to be thinking about for the next 5 to 7 business days is munch!chris 🙃

𐙚⋅˚‧ノ fem!reader, cunnilingus/oral (f!receiving), munch!chris, cum eating, language/dirty talk, overstim (?)

oh, obsessed isn’t a strong enough word.

when he’s not doing it, chris is thinking about it — your taste is pretty much stained into his tongue, a phantom flavor he relishes at all hours of the day, and he replays your sweet moans and whines on loop in his head always.

it doesn’t matter where you are or what you’re doing; lousing on the couch, perusing a grocery isle, reading a book, scrolling on your phone, filming a video, sitting in the car — chris just wants to split your legs open and devour your cunt.

it’s even worse when you wear cropped shorts and he can see your thighs spilling over his bed, the fabric rucked up just enough that his imagination can color the rest of the image you’ve given him.

he’ll even beg you to let him do it, long fingers ghosting over your thigh and breath hot against your neck, “please, ma, jus’ for a li’l. i’ll make you feel good, promise.”

and it’s like christmas morning when you give in, when he’s finally been granted admission between your thighs. if he were a stronger man, he’d pepper your gorgeous thighs with sensual kisses before slowly working his way to your clit — but chris isn’t a stronger man, and he’s a slave to his own desires and cravings.

the second your pussy is exposed to him, chris is devouring it. splits your folds open with his thick tongue, up and down, sucking them into his mouth or even nibbling at them.

chris doesn’t leave a single centimeter of your pussy untasted, moaning and groaning into it as he eats his fill.

he knows he’s torturing you with how slowly he goes, with the very shy attention he gives your clit as he indulges in the rest of you, slurping up your drooling slick like honey — but he wants to taste you, and when he’s satisfied, well… he’ll make sure you’re shaking.

“fuck, pussy tastes s’good, ma,” slurry and fucked out, eyes blown and locked on your flushed face, dick hard and leaking in his boxers. his hands bruise your trembling thighs as he holds them open, keeping your pretty cunt exposed to his tongue and lips.

“chris, wan’a cum.” oh, how your whining is so, so delectable, a sound erotic enough to rival the wet smacks and squelches from between your legs, making his cock kick up against his stomach.

“don’t worry, ma,” chris pants, tongue lapping wildly at your pussy. “i’ll take care of you, jus’ let me make you feel good.”

and oh, how you whine and whimper, how you tug on his hair and beg him to make you cum; and as much as chris loves your taste, as how much he wants to just continue to eat until he’s done, how could he ever say no to you?

plus, he loves the thick taste of your cum, loves to swallow it down and continue to devour you until you’re shaking and crying as you try to pry his head away — it’s just the cutest thing.

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[chrisbunnys]

MY BACK IS ARCHINGG CHRIS COME ON PLEASEEEE

[chrisbunnys]

ꔛ Blurb of Obsessive .ᐟ Matt wanting you in different positions…

“Have you ever tried this one?” 

Matt has always been inevitably curious. The obsessive love he has made him crave to have you in any way – new ways. Once he had heard the same audio looping from your phone, he couldn’t help but wonder what you were looking at. He was more than thrilled to dive into the deep hole of various sex positions. 

The trend was simple. People would use the audio, doing lewd movements to demonstrate certain actions. 

After doom scrolling for a while, Matt peels your phone from your hands, pulling you onto his lap as he runs his hands up and down on your sides. The sunlight peeking in from the living room windows makes you glow. He can’t help but wonder how he got so lucky, massaging his hands over your thighs as you straddle him on the couch. 

“Sweetheart…you’d look really pretty in all those positions…” His words are suggestive, but sweet. 

The compliment washes over you with warmth, your nose wrinkling as you smile at him. “Really?” you remark, running your hands through his hair as he blissfully lets his eyes close shut, worshipping the feeling of your nails gently grazing his scalp. 

“Really.” He smiles up at you, a subtle flush of pink covering his cheeks before he pulls you into a tight hug. “I love you,” he whispers into your hair. 

Hugging him even closer, you let out a small laugh. “Do you love me enough to try all those positions?” you taunt. 

Matt pulls back just enough to look at you. The gleam of mischief in his eyes makes your heart float in your chest. 

Nodding fervently, Matt bites on his lip. 

“Definitely.” 

ʚ with love and big tits, Rose Toy ɞ

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