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i apologize that babydoll is quite literally ass i hate writing angst

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day nine of writing marathon here {BABYDOLL}

.✦ ─ taglist two

⋆˙⟡ tags: @bitchydragonparadisee  @christmastreecake  @kenziesturniolo54  @toftomgmf  @matt-sturnioloo @sophand4n4 @mattsweethrt @iloveneilperry @sturnssbarrett @roseannih @mattsfrenchtoast @tezzzzzzzz @starryfantasydreams @savannah54444444 @babyt0matoes @ivysturnss @spencer812003 @weirdosloveme @nessaisabelartemas333 @angel-sturn1

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day nine of writing marathon here {BABYDOLL}

.✦ ─ taglist one

⋆˙⟡ tags: @lvrsturniolo @marrykisskilled @mattscoquette @emely9274 @wh0remikasas @mattsstarlet @pvssychicken @sofia-is-a-sturniolo-triplet-fan @jvngle18 @sturns-mermaid @mattslolita @lolastrniolo @55sturn @oliviasthatgirl @hannahsturns @dykes4chris @y3sterdaysproblem @bernardsbendystraws @courta13  @colorthecosmos444 @delilahsturniolo  @colorthecosmos444  @chriss-slutt  @cvnntagious  @conspiracy-ash  @bluetalia  @chris-hallelujah @15vogue  @chrispleasure  @idkwhatthisis2009  @sturniologirlzz  @sturniolo101  @leeeeree  @nicksorange @tylerstacobell  @simpforeveryman @sofieeeeex  @espressqe  @yesterdaysproblemm  @skye-44  @kikirasweatsweathoho @shadowthesim @chrepsi @st4rcs @mattswifeyx @sturnslux3 @iheartmattsbeard @sophiaxsblog @slutforchrissturniolo2 @pair-of-pantaloons

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⌞babydoll⌝⸝⸝

now playing: BABYDOLL: nessa barrett﹒⌗﹒

warnings: silent angst, established but failing relationship, one sided love, p in v, no aftercare, lack of communication.

word count: 690

aftercare writing marathon

you’re lying in bed when he finally touches you.

the sheets are cool beneath your legs, but his hands are warm, calloused in a way that’s always made you feel wanted. you close your eyes and let yourself feel it. his fingers sliding along your waist, the way his mouth finds your neck without saying a word.

he doesn’t kiss you like he used to. not slow. not soft. just there, heavy and rushed, like he’s trying to get through it.

you don’t say anything. you never do.

he doesn’t ask if you want this. doesn’t ask how your day was, if you’re okay, if something’s wrong. he just reaches for you like you’re a habit he hasn’t figured out how to break yet.

and you let him.

because when he wants you, it’s the only time it feels like you still have him. because god, you love him so much. 

his breath is ragged against your skin. his hands are sure. practiced. you arch into him, trying to chase some kind of closeness, some thread of the way it used to be. when he’d linger after, when he’d trace the curve of your back and say your name like it meant something.

now, it’s all friction. all silence.

his fingers dig into your hips as he sinks into you, and you bite your lip, blinking hard at the ceiling, trying to focus on the way it feels, not the way it doesn’t.

he groans, low in his throat. he doesn’t look at you.

your hands find his shoulders anyway, hold him there. maybe if you anchor him close enough, he won’t drift farther away. maybe he’ll remember how he used to love you.

maybe.

you arch under him when he slides in, slow but deep, like he’s fitting himself into a space he already knows by heart. he groans against your throat, teeth grazing your skin, fingers tightening on your waist like he’s holding back from something. maybe not from you, but from himself.

you breathe his name. soft. careful. you’re not sure he even hears it.

his hips start to move, steady, deliberate, and you fall into the rhythm easily. because that part of you still knows him. still remembers the way he likes you to clench around him, the way his breath hitches when your nails drag down his back, the way he used to kiss you mid thrust just to make you fall apart faster.

but he doesn’t kiss you. not tonight.

his mouth stays near your ear, all breath and heat and nothing else.

he fucks you like he needs to get it out of his system. not rough, not cruel. but distant. efficient. like he knows exactly how to make you moan, how to keep you trembling beneath him, but he’s not feeling any of it.

your legs wrap around his waist anyway. your hands grip his arms, fingertips digging into muscle. you chase after it, all of it. his body, his weight, his warmth.

you’re close. he can tell. he doesn’t say anything, just angles his hips a little deeper, faster. your back arches off the bed. you’re gasping now, and it’s too much, too close, too him.

you cum hard around him, muscles fluttering, thighs trembling, a strangled sound escaping your throat that you immediately swallow down.

he fucks you through it, breathing heavy.

a few seconds later, he follows, jaw tight, hands fisting in the sheets on either side of you. no kiss. no words. just a sharp breath as he spills inside you, then stillness.

his body lingers over yours for a moment, skin damp and flushed.

you hope that maybe, just for a second, he’ll stay close.

but then he rolls onto his back.

no aftercare. no arms pulling you in. just the silence stretching between your bodies, louder than anything either of you could say.

you stare at the ceiling, still aching. not from the sex, but from everything that’s missing.

he turns away, one arm draped over his face.

you blink into the dark.

you’re still here. still his.

but you don’t know for how much longer.

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aurora's notes: 9/15!!! sorry

- aurora ᯓ✮⋆˙

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౨ৎ ── . ✧ introducing . . . popstar!reader

paired best with chris sturniolo

𝜗𝜚 twenty. pop princess. a-lister. grammy winning. piano and guitar. insane vocals. does it come in pink? sweet as pie. down to earth. bedazzled everything. selling out arenas. brings her puppy everywhere. sparkly jewelry. put together always.

this and all other au intros inspired by @/secretlocket

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putting something tg right now but send me asks about my au's! especially matt n fangirl i miss them😔

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how would we feel about a popstar!reader x youtuber/rapper!chris?? chris would be known for youtube but also have a successful rap career, and the reader would be a main pop girl (gracie, tate, sabrina level)

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also i would like everyone to know that i would never do this in real life, its called fanfiction for a reason. 🤍🤍🤍

⌞chris pouring pepsi on it before he eats you out⌝⸝⸝

"my pussy tastes like pepsi cola" ·˚ ༘ ꒱

now playing: cola: lana del rey

warnings: oral (f receiving), established relationship, slight overstimulation, soft dom!chris, fingering, food play (??). lmk if i missed anything

word count: 627

you were a giggly mess as chris had you layed back on his bed, clothes discarded as he settled between your legs, peppering kisses on your inner thighs. there was an open can of pepsi on his nightstand, and lana del rey playing through the speaker connected to your phone. 

“shh, sweetheart, just lemme do all the work” chris murmurs, reaching for the can

he took a slow sip, eyes locked on you like he was savoring both the taste and the view. then he tipped it forward, letting the cold stream spill from the lip of the can onto your bare stomach.

you gasped at the shock of it, your hips instinctively lifting off the bed as the pepsi trickled down your skin. syrupy, dark, and sweet. it slipped lower, down to where you were already soaked for him.

chris watched the trail with a greedy fascination, his grin crooked and full of heat. “fuck,” he muttered, leaning in, tongue darting out to lap at a drop just above your pussy. “tastes so fuckin’ good.”

he licked slow, following the sugary path, his mouth warm against your cold skin, teasing and coaxing every shiver out of you. then he paused, hovering just before his tongue dipped fully between your folds. his breath hit you first. warm, reverent, and then his voice. 

“fuck, baby,” he breathed, eyes flicking up to meet yours, “you taste better than the drink.”

you whimpered, hands tangling in the sheets as he buried his mouth between your legs, continuing to devour you. 

he reaches for the can again, pouring a little more directly on your pussy. he immediately latches his mouth to your clit, sucking and licking like a starved man. 

your thighs instinctively clamped around his head, a sharp, helpless cry escaping your lips as the icy liquid met the blazing heat of his tongue. 

chris moaned into you, the vibration shooting through your core. “fuck, you're unreal,” he rasped, the words muffled as he pulled back just far enough to speak, chin glistening. he didn’t give you time to recover, he just dove back in, tongue tracing slow circles around your clit before sucking it between his lips again, harder this time.

you arched off the bed, hands flying to his hair, gripping tight as if it would anchor you through the chaos he was unleashing. he was relentless, switching between soft flicks and deep, hungry licks, his fingers digging into your thighs to keep you open for him.

“chris,” you gasped, voice breaking, “i- i can’t- ”

“yes, you can,” he murmured against you, his breath hot, sending a shiver through your body. “you’re gonna cum for me, baby. wanna feel you cum on my tongue.”

he sucked again, harder, dragging the flat of his tongue over you like he was trying to memorize every inch, every reaction. your body trembled beneath him, a mess of tension and heat. every nerve was lit up, humming, screaming his name.

he slid two fingers inside you, curling just right, just enough to send you spiraling. your legs locked around his shoulders as your orgasm hit, stars exploding behind your eyes, cries muffled by your own bitten knuckles.

chris didn’t stop, he worked you through it, tongue gentle now, coaxing every last wave from your trembling body. only when your thighs twitched and your breath came in ragged sobs did he finally pull back, lips swollen, face flushed and sticky with sugar and you.

he looked up at you with a crooked, satisfied smile. “next time,” he said, licking his lips slow, tasting the mix of pepsi and you “i’m bringing ice.” 

he takes a sip from the can, then handing it to you as you take a sip, still breathless and smiling. 

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aurora's notes: big thank u to @mattscoquette for giving me this idea

- aurora ᯓ✮⋆˙

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also i would like everyone to know that i would never do this in real life, its called fanfiction for a reason. 🤍🤍🤍

⌞chris pouring pepsi on it before he eats you out⌝⸝⸝

"my pussy tastes like pepsi cola" ·˚ ༘ ꒱

now playing: cola: lana del rey

warnings: oral (f receiving), established relationship, slight overstimulation, soft dom!chris, fingering, food play (??). lmk if i missed anything

word count: 627

you were a giggly mess as chris had you layed back on his bed, clothes discarded as he settled between your legs, peppering kisses on your inner thighs. there was an open can of pepsi on his nightstand, and lana del rey playing through the speaker connected to your phone. 

“shh, sweetheart, just lemme do all the work” chris murmurs, reaching for the can

he took a slow sip, eyes locked on you like he was savoring both the taste and the view. then he tipped it forward, letting the cold stream spill from the lip of the can onto your bare stomach.

you gasped at the shock of it, your hips instinctively lifting off the bed as the pepsi trickled down your skin. syrupy, dark, and sweet. it slipped lower, down to where you were already soaked for him.

chris watched the trail with a greedy fascination, his grin crooked and full of heat. “fuck,” he muttered, leaning in, tongue darting out to lap at a drop just above your pussy. “tastes so fuckin’ good.”

he licked slow, following the sugary path, his mouth warm against your cold skin, teasing and coaxing every shiver out of you. then he paused, hovering just before his tongue dipped fully between your folds. his breath hit you first. warm, reverent, and then his voice. 

“fuck, baby,” he breathed, eyes flicking up to meet yours, “you taste better than the drink.”

you whimpered, hands tangling in the sheets as he buried his mouth between your legs, continuing to devour you. 

he reaches for the can again, pouring a little more directly on your pussy. he immediately latches his mouth to your clit, sucking and licking like a starved man. 

your thighs instinctively clamped around his head, a sharp, helpless cry escaping your lips as the icy liquid met the blazing heat of his tongue. 

chris moaned into you, the vibration shooting through your core. “fuck, you're unreal,” he rasped, the words muffled as he pulled back just far enough to speak, chin glistening. he didn’t give you time to recover, he just dove back in, tongue tracing slow circles around your clit before sucking it between his lips again, harder this time.

you arched off the bed, hands flying to his hair, gripping tight as if it would anchor you through the chaos he was unleashing. he was relentless, switching between soft flicks and deep, hungry licks, his fingers digging into your thighs to keep you open for him.

“chris,” you gasped, voice breaking, “i- i can’t- ”

“yes, you can,” he murmured against you, his breath hot, sending a shiver through your body. “you’re gonna cum for me, baby. wanna feel you cum on my tongue.”

he sucked again, harder, dragging the flat of his tongue over you like he was trying to memorize every inch, every reaction. your body trembled beneath him, a mess of tension and heat. every nerve was lit up, humming, screaming his name.

he slid two fingers inside you, curling just right, just enough to send you spiraling. your legs locked around his shoulders as your orgasm hit, stars exploding behind your eyes, cries muffled by your own bitten knuckles.

chris didn’t stop, he worked you through it, tongue gentle now, coaxing every last wave from your trembling body. only when your thighs twitched and your breath came in ragged sobs did he finally pull back, lips swollen, face flushed and sticky with sugar and you.

he looked up at you with a crooked, satisfied smile. “next time,” he said, licking his lips slow, tasting the mix of pepsi and you “i’m bringing ice.” 

he takes a sip from the can, then handing it to you as you take a sip, still breathless and smiling. 

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aurora's notes: big thank u to @mattscoquette for giving me this idea

- aurora ᯓ✮⋆˙

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ty for 1k on this as well!!! love u all🤍🤍🥹

⌞chris being an absolute munch⌝ ⸝⸝ 

warnings: pussy eating, fingering, overstimulation, dom!chris, boob grabbing, lmk if i missed anything

word count: 443

based off of this post ( @delilahsturniolo )

your loud moans filled the room, and chris didn’t even flinch. just groaned into your pussy and shoved two fingers inside you like he’d been waiting for you to start falling apart.

he curled them immediately, fucking you hard and deep while his mouth stayed locked on your clit, tongue moving fast and filthy. no build up, no teasing, just work. all wrist and spit and that hungry little growl he always gave when you started to soak his fingers.

“fuck, you’re so wet,” he muttered, voice muffled against you before he dove right back in. he spit on your clit, tongue spreading it around while he pounded his fingers into you rough and steady, knuckles slapping against you every time he bottomed out. “you like that? you like gettin’ fucked like this?”

“y-yeah, chris, fuck, don’t stop-” you gasped, voice catching when he curled his fingers just right.

he didn’t stop to listen, just laughed, low and wrecked, and added a third finger, stretching you open while his tongue flicked faster. his head moved like he was trying to devour you, shaking side to side, lips locked on your clit, sucking so hard your legs jolted.

“take it,” he growled, voice thick and mean, “take it just like that. come on. i know you’re close. i can feel you.”

“oh my god, i’m gonna- fuck, please, please,” you cried, barely aware of what you were saying, your hands clutching the sheets, his hair, anything.

and you were. you were so fucking close it hurt, your whole body twitching, hips rocking against his face like your life depended on it. his fingers hit that spot deep inside over and over, and he just kept moaning, eating you like it was his last meal, like making you cum on his tongue was the only thing that mattered.

then his free hand came up, grabbing your tit, squeezing hard while he buried his face deeper between your legs, grinding into you like he couldn’t get enough. spit, slick, everything dripping down your thighs, and still he didn’t stop.

you came hard, loud and shaking, and he held you there through all of it, fingers still fucking you through your high while his mouth stayed glued to your clit, licking you through every wave like he needed it.

“c-chris, s’too much, i can’t- ” you whimpered, trying to push him away, chest heaving.

he grabbed your hips and pulled you back down almost immediately. “nah,” he said, voice wrecked, breath hot and heavy. “we’re not done.”

his hand dropped, reaching down to undo his balenciaga belt. “you said you could take it, right? so fucking take it.”

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aurora's notes: im too tired to do the format i normally do, my deepest apologies. thank yew.

- aurora ᯓ✮⋆˙

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﹒⌗﹒⌞ one thousand followers thank you post ⌝ ⸝⸝ ⋆˚꩜｡

i started writing on tumblr in october 2024. i hit 100 followers in december. i saw blogs around me, who had been gaining alot of followers in less time than me. i started to think that my writing wasnt good enough, and there were a number of times i honestly had my thumb hovering over the deactivate button. anytime i talked to rylee and kat about it, they both told me my writing was good, but i honestly didnt feel like it.

it’s hard not to compare yourself, especially when other writers seem to grow so quickly or get tons of notes right away. i’d post something and feel kind of invisible. but i’ve been trying to remind myself that growing slower doesn’t mean i’m doing something wrong. it doesn’t mean my writing is bad or that it doesn’t matter. and honestly, every kind comment or reblog with nice tags has meant more to me than i can explain.

i still have days where i doubt myself, but i’m glad i stuck around. i’m glad i kept writing. and if you’re in a similar place, i hope you do too. slow progress is still progress. over the last month, i’ve had three of my fics be at the top of “the sturniolo triplets” tag. seeing my fics being at the top felt incredible. it gave me the courage to keep going.

writing a whole essay for 1k followers may be stupid and sappy or whatever. but to me, this is an incredible accomplishment and i couldnt be more grateful. thank you to everyone who has ever liked, commented, or reblogged my fics. thank you to anyone who has followed me, and thank you to anyone who has ever read my fics, even if you didnt give it any notes. i love you all.

extra special thank you to my best friends in the whole wide world, @mattscoquette and @mattsstarlet. my rylee and my kat. i love you more than anything, thank you for giving me the confidence and courage to keep writing. i genuinely wouldnt be where i am without you girlies. tumblr crossover 4 ever & ever. <3

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day eight of writing marathon here {S.L.U.T.}

.✦ ─ taglist two

⋆˙⟡ tags: @bitchydragonparadisee  @christmastreecake  @kenziesturniolo54  @toftomgmf  @matt-sturnioloo @sophand4n4 @mattsweethrt @iloveneilperry @sturnssbarrett @roseannih @mattsfrenchtoast @tezzzzzzzz @starryfantasydreams @savannah54444444 @babyt0matoes @ivysturnss @spencer812003 @weirdosloveme @nessaisabelartemas333 @angel-sturn1

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day eight of writing marathon here {S.L.U.T.}

.✦ ─ taglist one

⋆˙⟡ tags: @lvrsturniolo @marrykisskilled @mattscoquette @emely9274 @wh0remikasas @mattsstarlet @pvssychicken @sofia-is-a-sturniolo-triplet-fan @jvngle18 @sturns-mermaid @mattslolita @lolastrniolo @55sturn @oliviasthatgirl @hannahsturns @dykes4chris @y3sterdaysproblem @bernardsbendystraws @courta13  @colorthecosmos444 @delilahsturniolo  @colorthecosmos444  @chriss-slutt  @cvnntagious  @conspiracy-ash  @bluetalia  @chris-hallelujah @15vogue  @chrispleasure  @idkwhatthisis2009  @sturniologirlzz  @sturniolo101  @leeeeree  @nicksorange @tylerstacobell  @simpforeveryman @sofieeeeex  @espressqe  @yesterdaysproblemm  @skye-44  @kikirasweatsweathoho @shadowthesim @chrepsi @st4rcs @mattswifeyx @sturnslux3 @iheartmattsbeard @sophiaxsblog @slutforchrissturniolo2 @pair-of-pantaloons

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⌞s.l.u.t.⌝⸝⸝

now playing: S.L.U.T.: nessa barrett

warnings: rough sex, p in v, oral (f receiving), overstimulation, degradation (slut), dom!chris, sub!reader, slight praise kink, possessiveness, slight choking.

word count: 1.2k

aftercare writing marathon

it started with the way he looked at you from across the room. eyes dark, jaw tense, that little tick in his cheek that always showed up when he was holding something back.

the house was quiet. matt and nick had left an hour ago for a late night drive, leaving just you and chris behind with nothing but silence and dim hallway light between you.

you were sitting on the kitchen counter, swinging your legs slightly, a glass of water half empty in your hand. he leaned against the fridge, arms crossed over his chest, watching you like he was trying to read your mind.

“you keep doing that,” he said finally, voice low, rough like gravel.

you blinked. “doing what?”

“looking at me like that.”

“like what?”

he pushed off the fridge, walking toward you slowly. “like you want me to lose control.”

you swallowed hard, the air suddenly thick. “maybe i do.”

his hands found your thighs, spreading them slightly so he could step in close. the counter behind you pressed into your back, but you didn’t mind. not with the way his breath hit your cheek, not with how his fingers gripped your skin like he’d been holding back all night.

“you don’t know what you’re asking for,” he muttered, gaze flicking from your lips to your eyes.

you reached up, fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt. “chris,” you whispered, “i really, really think i do.”

his mouth was on yours a second later, hungry and demanding, like he couldn’t wait any longer. his hands slid to your waist, pulling you to the edge of the counter, making you gasp as your hips met his.

“tell me to stop,” he said against your neck, but his voice cracked on the words like he already knew you wouldn’t.

“don’t.”

and that was all it took for him to pick you up, carrying you downstairs to his bedroom with a look in his eyes that made your whole body burn.

as soon as you’re in his room, hes pinning you to the door, lifting you up by your thighs. he starts a brutal attack on your neck, biting it like a starved man. 

your back hits the mattress and he’s on you in seconds, not wasting a damn moment. his hands are everywhere. gripping, pulling, dragging your clothes down like they’ve offended him just by existing.

“you really don’t get it, do you?” he mutters against your skin, voice sharp and dripping with hunger. “walking around all innocent, batting your eyes at me like you don’t know exactly what the fuck you’re doing.”

you whimper as his hand slides up your thigh, rough and purposeful.

“you’ve been begging for this. teasing me for days.”

“chris-” your voice comes out soft, needy, already falling apart beneath him.

he grabs your chin, forcing you to look at him, eyes burning straight through you. “nah, don’t get all shy now.”

his lips crash against yours, all teeth and tongue, like he’s starving. when he pulls back, your bottom lip is red and swollen, and he just stares for a second, like he’s proud of what he’s done to you already.

“look at you,” he says, almost to himself, shaking his head with a dark smirk. “you like being used, huh?”

your breath catches in your throat, eyes wide, but you don’t deny it.

and that makes him snap.

“yeah,” he growls, leaning in close, lips brushing your ear. “that’s what i thought. you’re just a fucking slut for me, aren’t you?”

you nod, gasping, legs already trembling around his waist. “only for you.”

“damn right only for me.”

he grabs your wrists, pinning them above your head with one hand, the other trailing slowly down your chest, making you arch into his touch.

“say it.”

“i’m your slut,” you whisper, and it sends a low, dangerous sound rumbling from his throat.

“louder.”

“i’m your slut,” you say again, voice cracking from the heat, the need, the way he’s absolutely unraveling you without even needing to try.

his eyes flash, all possessive and dark and wild. “that’s my girl.”

and with that, he finally gives in, dragging his mouth down your body like he’s about to ruin you completely.

he stops at your waist, pressing a kiss right below your belly button. he sucks a gentle mark in that spot, before trailing his lips lower, his tongue darting out to taste you. 

his tongue moves with slow, deliberate strokes at first. just enough to make your hips jerk, to make you whimper his name. but he doesn’t give you what you want, not yet. not fully.

he pulls back, just a breath away from where you need him most, and looks up at you with that maddening glint in his eyes. “you gonna beg for it now, baby?”

you nod desperately, breath catching in your throat. “please, chris. i need it.”

“need what?” he asks, dragging one finger up your inner thigh, barely grazing over where you’re soaked for him. “use your words.”

you whine, frustration and arousal tangling in your chest. “your mouth. your tongue. please, just fuck me with it already.”

he groans like that was exactly what he needed to hear. “there she is,” he murmurs. “my dirty little slut.”

and then he’s back on you. devouring like he’s been starving, like this is the only thing that’ll keep him alive. he moans into you, shaking his head slowly from side to side, tongue flat and relentless. his hands are gripping your thighs, keeping them wide open, keeping you right where he wants you.

you can’t stop the sounds spilling out of you. loud, wrecked, needy. your hands tangle in his hair, pulling hard, but he just groans again and goes even deeper, like your desperation only turns him on more.

he doesn’t stop, doesn’t slow down. he eats you out like it’s his job, like it’s the only thing he was ever meant to do. his tongue flicks up in quick, perfect circles, then plunges in, and you’re squirming, legs shaking, completely at his mercy.

and he knows what he’s doing to you. he loves it. he pulls back for a second, lips and chin glistening, and just grins.

“you’re already so close, aren’t you? fuck, you’re easy for me.”

you nod frantically, gasping. “chris, please. don’t stop.”

he raises a brow. “you gonna cum for me? just from my mouth?”

“yes, yes, i’m- fuck, i’m gonna- ”

he dives back in without warning, tongue working faster now, fingers digging into your thighs as he pins you down. the pressure builds impossibly fast. tight, hot, overwhelming. and then it crashes over you like a wave, hard and blinding.

you cry out, legs locking around his shoulders as you ride it out, body trembling, back arching off the bed. but he doesn’t stop. not even a little.

he keeps going through your orgasm, licking you softly at first, then with more purpose again. like he wants to make you cum a second time. and honestly? with the way your body’s still twitching, the way your nerves are on fire?

you know he’s going to.

he grins against your pussy, voice muffled as he says, “don’t get tired on me now, sweetheart. we’re just getting started.”

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aurora's notes: 8/15!!! i wanna be a slut 4 chris

- aurora ᯓ✮⋆˙

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