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[ilovedyoumiss]

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☆ pepsi-flavored lips - c.s

c/w: fluff, kissing, swearing, i think that's it??

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you hadn't thought much of it when you picked up the pepsi-flavored chapstick from the nearby store, taking it like an impulse buy—something silly to throw into your bag at the checkout. sure, it was cheap and a little kitschy, but it reminded you of chris. hell, he practically had pepsi running through his veins at that point.

and it had to be the best purchase you had ever made because chris was fucking obsessed.

it started with an unassuming kiss—a quick, fleeting one as he flopped down next to you on the couch of your shared house with him and his brothers, nestling his arm around you.

"hey," he said, leaning in to press his lips against yours like a habit before pulling back, turning his attention to the rom-com you were watching, subconsciously rubbing small circles on your shoulder.

his movements halted, his brows furrowing. you glanced at him, anticipating an explanation. he turned to face you, his tongue darting out to swipe across his lips. "wait. what the hell?"

you glanced at him. "what?" you asked, fegning innocence. "i thought i finished the last can 'f pepsi, kid." chris narrowed his eyes at you, a sly grin slowly forming on his face.

"you did, chris." you replied, amused at his reaction. "then why'd ya' taste like pepsi, ma?" he asked, piecing the information together.

"i really have no idea, ch-" you were cut off by his lips brushing against yours again—for longer this time. he pulled back, his eyes alight with joy like a kid in a toy store. "you fuckin' liar."

your laughter was immediate, bubbling out of you in surprise. you reached into your pocket, and fished out the small tube of chapstick. "it's chapstick, christopher. pepsi-flavored. see? it's really not that deep. i'm not stealing your pepsi, dude."

your boyfriend snatched the chapstick out of your hands, squinting his eyes to read the small label out loud, grinning from ear to ear. "why didn't you tell me about this earlier?"

"baby, it's just-" before you could complete your sentence, he lunged at you, attacking your lips with his soft ones. "you taste like pepsi," he muttered against your lips, his voice filled with awe.

you pulled away, giggling. "i think that's the point, chris." you pushed his hair out of his face. "best fuckin' purchase ever, ma," he let the chapstick fall onto the sofa and leaned in once more.

you laughed as he caged you against the couch cushions. his hands found your waist as he pressed his lips to yours again, this time slow and deliberate, savoring the flavor like he was tasting the cola from the can itself.

"you're insane," you mumbled, the grin tugging at your lips giving you away. "and you're delicious. you're wearin' this forever, y' know that, right?" he shot back, not missing a beat. "fuck, i'm buying this for you in bulk, kid."

shaking your head at his playful words, you couldn’t help the warmth blooming in your chest. a rush of affection overtook you, and without thinking, you grabbed the front of his shirt and pulled him in for another kiss, hard and unapologetic.

"fuckin' pepsi-flavored lips."

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a/n: him accusing reader of stealing his pepsi is CRAZY work

wc: 532

[ilovedyoumiss]

need.

— 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 🪄

[ilovedyoumiss]

oh my FUCK.

I just know Matt LOVES fingering

[ilovedyoumiss]

agreed

{ 𝐁𝐋𝐔𝐑𝐁 } 𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬'𝐬 𝐜𝐮𝐦 𝐢𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐬𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 (𝐮𝐧𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐌𝐚𝐭𝐭'𝐬)…

𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬 . . . SMUT & FLUFF - jizz chaos. { Doll x Chris x Matt }. Dividers by me. No copying. Tag if you use as inspo.

“Fuckkkkk,” Chris seethes, the feeling of your warm mouth sloppily sucking his cock giving him immense pleasure. Getting closer, his hips subconsciously buck into your mouth, causing you to gag around him. “-sorry, sorry, didn’t - aw fuck, baby. You’re - you’re gonna make me cum - shit!” he spits, his lower stomach tensing as he stills himself deep in your throat, starting to pull back as warm cum spurts from his tip. 

The sight of him looking so consumed by sensations is hypnotizing, but it’s not enough to distract from the awful taste piling into your mouth. Pulling out, Chris pets his thumb over your cheek, trying to catch his breath. He notices the disgusted look on your face, holding out his hand, “-just spit.” 

You don’t waste a second before letting the semen drip from your lips and down into his palm. The reminicant taste makes you shiver in disgust, you try to regain your composure as Chris runs to the bathroom, washing it down the sink before rushing back. 

“Jesus fuck, Chris - when the last time you had something other than Pepsi?” you ask, trying to distract yourself from the horrid flavor in your mouth. 

“-’m sorry, I’ll try better,” he laughs, rubbing on your shoulder as he reaches for the water bottle on his nightstand to hand to you. 

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It’s been two days since that incident. Chris was genuinely trying, drinking more water. Matt still didn’t know about the occurrence - well, until now. Chris was walking towards the fridge, going to grab a Pepsi. He came back with two - both for himself. You’re all three sitting on the couch. Matt is drinking one of his juices. 

“Why don’t you drink juice?” you direct, looking over at Chris. He looks down at the Pepsi he was about to open, staring at it sadly before getting up and walking to the fridge, pulling out an apple juice. 

As he walks back, Matt is confused. “Why are you drinking my apple juice? I don’t have that many left-” 

“Shut up, Matt.” Chris’s bitter statement only confuses him more. He starts to drink the sweet liquid, staring at the soda on the table as if it will make the juice taste carbonated. It doesn’t. “Pepsi is way better than this shit,” he whispers under his breath. 

You turn to look at him, bitter at that god-awful taste of his cum still haunting you. “Well, either drink that or you’re not cumming in my mouth any time soon. I’ve never had to spit out Matt’s cum, just saying,” you retort. 

Just like that, the dots all connect for Matt. The annoyance he felt is shoved away by laughter, boneless giggles falling from his lips as he holds onto his gut. He remembers Chris mocking him for drinking so much apple juice, taking matters into his own hands as he lets out a sour remark, “How ya like my ‘sweet juice’ now?” 

[ilovedyoumiss]

awhhhh boaf

DRAWINGS AND APOLOGIES

CONTENTS:・soft angst/fluff-heavy plot (??) ・star!reader ・mild language ・some fruity activity・artist!chris ・bambi!madison + more WC: 2.1K (not proof read)

play this song. on repeat !

The faint smell of nail polish filled Madison’s living room, the kind of chemical sweetness that mixed oddly well with the lavender candle flickering on the coffee table. Star sat cross-legged on the floor, her hoodie sleeves pushed up as she tried to carefully paint Madison’s nails a deep plum color. Comet, however, had other plans. The fluffy cat had sprawled across Madison’s lap, purring loud enough to rival the ambient playlist humming in the background.

“Hold still,” Star muttered, furrowing her brows as she hovered the brush over Madison’s thumb.

“I would if your son wasn’t crushing me,” Madison teased, scratching Comet’s chin.

Star rolled her eyes. “Don’t act like you don’t love the chunks”

Madison grinned, holding up her hand for inspection. “seriously, not to body shame but he’s huge now! He wasn’t this big in that picture you posted.”

Star snorted. “Yeah, he’s been eating like a starved Victorian child who just discovered McDonald’s for the first time.” She capped the polish and leaned back against the couch. “And he’s been rotting in bed with me all day. We’re both a little pathetic.”

The comment came out casually, but Madison’s eyes flicked up, watching Star closely. “Rotting, huh?” she asked, keeping her voice light. “Very Girl, Interrupted of you.”

Star snorted and shrugged, fiddling with the bottle of nail polish. “I’m very Winona Ryder, we know this already. Life’s just been… a lot, I guess.”

Madison shifted slightly, gently moving Comet off her lap and onto the couch beside her. “What’s been a lot?” she asked, dipping her fingers into the nail polish remover as if she wasn’t paying too much attention.

Star hesitated, the words stuck in her throat. But Madison’s quiet presence, her calm patience, made it easier to start. “My dad’s been…” She trailed off, her voice tightening. “He’s just been worse lately. Everything’s my fault, y’know? The house isn’t clean enough. I’m not enough. He just—” Her breath hitched, and she shook her head.

Madison didn’t interrupt, just nodded slightly, her hands folded in her lap.

“And Chris,” Star added, her voice quieter now. “He was such an asshole. Like, I get it—he’s stressed. He has so much going on. But it felt like everything he said was aimed right where it’d hurt the most, like he was just… unloading all his shit on me.”

Her fingers curled into the fabric of her hoodie, and her words spilled out faster now. “And the worst part is, I’m not even mad at him. I just—” She swallowed hard, her eyes shining. “I care about him so much, it makes me feel stupid. It’s like I can’t stop caring even when I know I should.”

Madison stayed quiet, her expression softening as she leaned closer.

“And I miss my mom.” Star’s voice cracked, and the first tear fell before she could stop it. “I miss her so much. I just… I wish things were different. I wish she was here.”

The tears came faster now, slipping silently down her cheeks. Comet, sensing her distress, immediately leapt down from the couch and climbed onto Star’s chest. He curled up there, his warm, heavy weight grounding her as he began purring softly.

Madison slid down to the floor beside Star, leaning against her. “Do you remember that time your mom took us to the pool?” she said, her voice soft and steady.

Star blinked, looking over at her.

“She jumped in fully clothed because you were too scared to go in,” Madison continued with a small smile. “And then she made a huge splash on purpose so we’d all get soaked. I thought the lifeguard was gonna kill her.”

A shaky laugh escaped Star’s lips. “I remember. She had to drive us home in her wet jeans.”

“And then there was the time she tried to help us bake cookies,” Madison added, her own laughter bubbling up. “But we didn’t read the directions, so we added like three tablespoons of salt instead of sugar. She ate one anyway and said it was the best cookie she’d ever had.”

Star laughed again, the sound soft and bittersweet. “She was such a liar.”

“She really was,” Madison agreed, nudging Star’s shoulder gently.

The laughter faded, but Star felt a little lighter. She wiped her face with her sleeve, looking over at Madison with a sad smile. “I think I might miss him,” she mumbled.

Madison shook her head, smiling knowingly. “Really? You’ve only been a little bit obvious with the whole Bella Swan vibe you’ve got going on.”

Star’s eyes widened, and then she burst into laughter, hitting Madison’s arm lightly. “Okay!”

“I’m just saying,” Madison teased.

“Well, now I need to binge Twilight,” Star said, still laughing.

Madison grinned. “Say no more.”

They quickly set up for a movie night, grabbing blankets, snacks, and, of course, Comet. Star curled up on the couch, a sense of ease washing over her for the first time in weeks.

Chris sat at the dinner table, staring down at his sketchpad. The drawing was finished, the lines crisp and deliberate, but he couldn’t bring himself to stop fidgeting with it. His pencil tapped against the table in a steady rhythm.

“Can you stop?” Lila mumbled from the couch, her eyes glued to the TV. “You’re bein’ annoying.”

Chris sighed softly, glancing over at her. “What’re y’watchin’, bug?”

“Snoopy in Space,” she said, barely looking at him.

Chris raised an eyebrow. “Isn’t Snoopy from, like, when Mom was a kid?”

Lila giggled. “Star said you’d be a hater about it. That’s why we only watch it together.”

Chris’s stomach dropped at the mention of Star. He hummed in response, his fingers tightening around the pencil.

“I miss Star,” Lila said quietly.

Chris looked over at her, struggling to find the words. “I know, bug,” he said finally, his voice soft. “S’bedtime though, c’mon.”

Lila pouted but didn’t argue when she caught the exhaustion in his eyes. She grabbed her bunny and walked over to him, wrapping her small arms around his neck. “Goodnight, Chris.” She kissed his cheek and padded off toward her room.

Chris blinked, stunned for a moment, before following her. He caught her just as she climbed into bed. “What was that about?” he asked.

“What?”

“You just tried to put yourself to bed. Since when’re y’too good for my tucking-in?”

Lila shrugged. “I didn’t wanna bother you.”

Chris’s chest ached, but he forced a smile. “Kid, you could never bother me. I’m tuckin’ you in ‘til you’re 50, alright?”

Lila rolled her eyes with a giggle as Chris flopped onto her bed, tickling her sides until she squealed.

When the giggles subsided, Chris looked at her seriously. “You know how much I love you?”

She nodded.

“You know how much Ma loves you?”

Another nod.

“Is Star mad at us ‘cause Momma’s not here?”

Chris’s heart clenched. He shook his head. “No, bug. She’s not mad at you or Momma. I was just an idiot and said some mean things I didn’t mean.”

Lila scowled. “What? Why! Go say sorry!”

Chris shrugged softly. “S’ not that simple.”

“Yes, it is!” Lila said, her small voice fierce. “You just say what you say to me—“I’m sorry let’s get feel better ice cream”— duh.”

Chris shook his head. “It unfortunately doesn’t work like that, kiddo.”

Lila yawned, snuggling deeper into her blanket. “You’re just bein’ a scaredy-cat.”

Chris kissed her forehead, tucking her in tightly. “ yeah, Goodnight, bug.”

Lila was sound asleep in her room, her bunny clutched tightly to her chest, the soft rise and fall of her breathing the only reminder that someone else was there. Chris sat at the dining table, staring down at the sketchpad in front of him.

The drawing was delicate but deliberate—a blend of shadow and light. The background was dark, with faint, swirling shapes blending into the shadows, but the stars stood out, scattered across the page in sharp, bright white. It wasn’t anything obvious, but it felt like it captured something he couldn’t put into words: the feeling of being adrift, of wanting to reach for something but not being sure if it was still there.

He’d started it thinking about Lila, about Evelyn, about how everything in his life felt like it was slipping out of his control. But somewhere in the hours he’d worked on it, his thoughts had drifted to Star. To the tears in her eyes, the way her voice had broken as she tried to reach him. To the silence that had stretched between them in the days since, heavier than he wanted to admit.

Chris folded the corner of the paper, unfolding it again, his jaw tight. He couldn’t shake the memory of her face—hurt, but not angry. Just sad. Like she was already bracing for him to walk away.

Finally, he stood up, grabbing his jacket and the drawing. He glanced into Lila’s room one more time, making sure she was still fast asleep, before slipping out of the trailer as quietly as he could.

Chris reached her trailer faster than he thought he would. It was cold, his breath visible in the night air, but he barely noticed. He stood at the door for a moment, staring at the chipped paint and the flickering porch light. His hand hovered over the door before he knocked, sharp and quick.

The sound echoed in the stillness, and for a second, he thought she might not be home. Then the door opened abruptly, but it wasn’t Star standing there. It was Danny, his expression hard and irritated.

“She ain’t here,” Danny said flatly, his words clipped. Before Chris could get a word in, the door slammed shut.

Chris stood there, frozen, his mind racing. He thought about leaving, about heading back to his own trailer and letting the silence win again. But instead, he pulled the drawing from under his jacket and reached into his pocket for a pen. The stars stared back at him as he scribbled on the back of the paper, the letters quick and messy but clear: Can we talk?

He folded the drawing carefully and walked to the side of the trailer where he knew her room was. The window was cracked open slightly, the tapestry hung over it swaying gently in the breeze. He slid the paper through the gap, hoping it would land somewhere visible, before stepping back. He stood there for a moment longer, his hands shoved deep into his jacket pockets, then turned and walked back toward his trailer.

Breaking Dawn: Part 1 played on the TV, the overly dramatic music swelling as Bella stared broodingly out the window. Madison couldn’t help but snort. “Okay, but who actually stares out the window like that?” she said, shaking her head.

Star, sprawled out on the couch with Comet curled up at her feet, grinned. “It’s iconic, Madison. Don’t question the art.”

Madison rolled her eyes, but her smile didn’t fade. She wasn’t really paying attention to the movie—not when Star looked so relaxed, her face lit up with laughter for the first time in weeks. Every time Star laughed, something warm bloomed in Madison’s chest, her heart beating just a little faster than usual.

She tried to focus on the TV, but her gaze kept drifting back to Star. The way her hair fell over her shoulder, the way her lips curved when she smiled, the way she absentmindedly scratched behind Comet’s ears. It wasn’t the first time Madison had noticed these things, but it was the first time she let herself admit what they meant.

Star shifted, leaning over to grab a handful of popcorn, and then settled back down, her head resting in Madison’s lap. Madison froze for a second, her breath catching, before she gently rested a hand on Star’s hair, letting her fingers trace soft patterns. Her heartbeat quickened, but she kept her movements steady, careful not to let Star notice.

The room felt warmer now, the flickering light from the TV casting soft shadows across Star’s face. Madison barely heard the dialogue on the screen, too focused on the way Star’s breathing slowed, her body relaxing completely.

For now, she didn’t say anything. She just brushed a strand of hair out of Star’s face and let her fingers linger there a moment too long, hoping Star couldn’t feel how her hands trembled ever so slightly. She studied the curve of her face, the way the faintest smile lingered on her lips even in the quiet. Madison felt a soft ache in her chest—not painful, but full, as if her heart had grown just a little too big for her ribs. The moment felt fragile, suspended between comfort and something else entirely, but Madison didn’t dare break it.

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[ilovedyoumiss]

OH. my. FUCK. i think ab this all the time.

His hands are actually so insane

I know his fingers could send me into a whole nother galaxy

[ilovedyoumiss]

this with chris or matt

Your boyfriend loved playing with your pussy. And, no, not in a sexual way.

You were cuddling, your back resting against his chest while his tired eyes were fixed on the TV after a long day. Your legs were spread and his big hands were subconsciously roaming lazily over your relaxed body, down, down until he reached the waistband of your pretty panties. You glanced down at his hand when he slid it under your underwear, meeting your soft pussy lips.

You looked up at him when he started rubbing and pinching your folds only to see your almost sleepy boyfriend staring at the TV, very drawn into the show. He didn't even look at you, not even a slight flinch. Because, well, he was too damn relaxed, watching TV while playing with your pussy because he loved how soft and puffy it was.

You whimpered lowly, turning your attention back to the TV while he kept molding your pretty pussy.

A few minutes later, you started squirming when he accidentally rubbed your little bud, making you leak.

And, without noticing, he slid his thick fingers down to your sappy cunt, rubbing small circles over it before moving them back to your clit, making it throb.

You bit your lip, lifting your hips against his hand, meanwhile he chuckled softly at the forgotten TV show in the background.

He kept playing with your clit and cunt until you were all soaked, holding back your moans when your clit started throbbing deliciously against his fingers while you orgasmed.

Finally, he looked down at you, noticing his very flushed and lustful little girlfriend. Then, his eyes moved down to his hand, sliding it out of your panties. His fingers were sticky, soaked with your arousal.

[ilovedyoumiss]

yessss

⟢ 𝐩𝐮𝐬𝐬𝐲 𝐝𝐫𝐮𝐧𝐤 | 𝐦att 𝐬turniolo

no plot. smutty smut. pet names (baby, princess). oral (f receiving). touching. fingering (f receiving). boob play. dirty talk. pussydrunk!matt

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ jules’ message. hi cuties merry christmas! this has no plot whatsoever so this will just get straight into it help 😭😭 first ever blurb kinda nervous

“oh my fuck.” you moan softly as your freshly done, french-tipped, nails ran against matt’s scalp and through his brown hair. your eyes were tightly shut as his mouth explored your soft pussy.

“mmm, baby.” he would mumble softly against your wet clit, his tongue darting out to teasingly swipe along your folds— your moans becoming a melody to his ears, “i could do this all fucking night.”

this man was pussy drunk.

as his tongue continued to praise your sore clit by soothing it, his silver ring adorned fingers messed with the delicate lace of your baby pink panties. the cooling effect of those damn rings would occasionally brush against your warm, soft, vanilla scented skin— each time a whimper would escape your lips.

his hands eventually went underneath the white floral tank top you were wearing, finding the same delicate lace of your bra that matched your panties. he smirked against your pussy as his slight stubble brushed over one of your wet folds. his fingers continued to travel under your lacy bra this time, one of his cold rings meeting your hardened nipple.

another soft whimper escaped your glossed lips as your right hand grabbed onto his tatted bicep to somewhat keep yourself together. his thumb and forefinger gently teased your nipple by rolling it, “does that feel good, princess?” he mumbles, his voice breathless and raspy from the excessiveness of everything.

you only manage to nod, feeling like if you used a single word, you’d be losing it. his hand continued to massage your now aching breasts. his mouth finished soothing your cunt before, gently and swiftly taking off the tank top, leaving you in your matching set.

“so fuckin’ beautiful.” he mutters as he dipped his head to the crook of your neck. he peppered soft and gentle kisses along your pulse point and on the sides before gently sucking to create faint red marks. his lips continued the path of red marks on the top of you breasts. as he continued, his hands found their way to the clasp of your bra. he immediately took it off to expose your full tits.

“all mine, baby.” he whispers, before capturing on of your hardened nipples into his mouth. he softly tugged before soothing the stinging sensation with his tongue. his fingers were now in your wet clit that he was praising before, “so good for me.” he whispered, his fingers began to pump teasingly.

“just like that, matt.” you manage to whimper out once more, “fuck.”

“i’m gonna make you feel so fucking good, princess.”

© 777sturn

[ilovedyoumiss]

fucking love

𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬 . . . 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 . . . 𝒃𝒆𝒅 𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒎 { 𝒔𝒎𝒖𝒕 } Panty-ripping pussy devouring, delicious shit, read to find out more. { Doll .ᐟ Reader x Chratt }

𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬 . . . Dividers by me. Tag me for credit if you use this as inspo. This idea came from their new Keurig lol

Neither Matt nor Chris could sleep. It was only one night, only a couple hours past midnight at that, and they just couldn’t do it anymore. 

“Fuck it.” Chris is the first to break. He wanders up to Nick’s room, creeping in and kneeling down in front of you. You’re in a light sleep, as soon as he starts to caress your arm, your eyes start to flutter open. So much for a sleepover.

Your lips smack lazily, “Chris?” you ask, getting shushed as he starts to guide you to stand. 

There’s no time for questions. He had already waited so long. Too long. 

“Need you. Can’t - just can’t sleep and I…” his steps are getting quicker as he pulls you in tow. As soon as he pushes you into his bedroom, his lips are finding yours with passion. 

A hum of relief vibrates against your lips. You feel his greed, his hands grasping a little tighter than normal. Afterall, he had been trying to hold back for hours. 

His tongue is lustful, seeking into your mouth with a possessive sort of movement. You can’t help but moan as you feel him lay you down on the bed, climbing in between your legs as he grinds his hard bulge directly against your heat. 

“See how bad I needed ya?” he husks, his lips starting to wander down your neck, the ridges of his teeth biting softly against your hammering pulse. 

You can most definitely feel how bad he needs you. He’s so hard - painfully throbbing against your underwear that seems to get more damp by the second. The thin pj shorts are ripped off of you within an instant, cold air brushing against the soaked material of your panties. 

And the thing is - Chris doesn’t even want to fuck you. Well, he does want to, but he needs to taste you. 

He slides down teasingly, kissing the plush skin of your tummy before trailing lower and lower. Your breath hitches as you feel him sloppily kiss your clit through your underwear, the noise only encouraging him as he uses the same passionate movements he did on your lip just a brief minute ago. 

He’s hungry.

No - he’s starved. 

“Chris,” you sigh, your hips swiveling into the mattress as you feel him pull the bridge of your panties to the side, air from his lips puffing right against your sensitivity. 

You're burning from anticipation. A long moan strung from you covers the sound of the door creaking, a visitor sauntering in and drooling at the sight. 

Matt heard the footsteps of Chris dragging you down to his own room. He waited and tried to resist, but he couldn’t sleep either. There was no resisting the second he heard a soft moan from the floor below. At least no resisting he could manage anymore. 

Chris doesn’t even take your panties off all the way. He’s too impatient, diving right in and absolutely devouring you. Your neck cranes from pleasure, your head tossing back and nearly hitting headboard - but Matt’s hand is quick to come between.

You recognize his touch immediately. The moans starting to spill from your lips are mesmerizing, but as your eyes land on Matt’s, he feels all his patience run thin. 

“-feels good, hm? He eatin’ your pussy good, baby?” Matt tusks. 

A whimper mumbling in your mouth makes Matt’s cock harden even more. He can’t help but sit down on the bed, cradling your head in his lap as he drinks in the sight of your mouth splitting open with lewd noises, the wet squelches of Chris lapping at your cunt with his tongue making his heart drum in his ears. 

Chris is more than content - but Matt isn’t. He hates that your underwear is in the way of his view, he wants to see the mess - he wants to feel it. 

He’s running out of air. Chris’s chest burns for relief, forcing him to pull away as he inhales in a deep breath. The second he’s pulled away, Matt runs his hands down between your legs. He doesn’t bother sliding your underwear down. No - he tears them, ripping them once, ripping them twice and throwing them to the floor.

“There we go,” he purrs, lightly tracing over your pulsating clit with his fingers. How could he not? It’s right there, begging to be touched. 

Your back arches, pushing your head further into his lap. Your knees try to snap shut as you feel another pair of fingers tease your weeping hole - Chris’s. But he doesn’t let his view get blocked either. His broad shoulders keep you spread wide, the wetness of your pussy glistening in the moonlight. 

“Oh - mygod, fuck!” you scream, clutching onto the bed sheets as both Matt and Chris concentrate on their precision even more. Matt notices how much your thighs tense when he moves his fingers around your clit, gently swiping over the nub with his thumb. Your hips are lifting off the bed as Chris curls his fingers, creating friction against that spot, making you become a pile of moans and screams as you rock your body against them for more. 

“Please, please, please!” 

You’re not even sure what you’re begging for. All you know is this feels so fucking good, too much yet you need more. 

“C’mon, Doll, you got it, c’mon,” Chris praises, his lips starting to kiss gently on your quivering knee closing against him. He wants to see you fall apart, he wants to feel you fall apart. 

Matt can’t make up his mind. His eyes are glued to how blissed-out your face is, your mouth hangs open, but your pussy looks delicious - glistening, sloppy, and swollen from stimulation.

They’re making you feel so good - exactly what they had both been craving all night. 

“Ma - Chri - I - mmmph,” you moan. 

Both of their names and absolute gibberish. You’re gone, lost in pleasure as you become a vessel of passion. Chris hisses as he feels your walls convulse around his fingers. Matt feels his dick twitch as he watches your hips move erratically, a sharp scream pursing through your lips as you truly fall apart. 

“Good girl, fuckkkkkk - look at that,” Chris husks, watching a creamy-white ring form at the base of his fingers as he continues to pump you through the high. 

They really just couldn’t sleep. Not when they needed this - not when they craved you. 

Matt’s gut is tightening. He’s not even being touched but god - he’s close. It’s just such a pretty sight, it’s exactly what he needed. 

Large puffs of air echo through the room as you fall limp, twitching every couple seconds. The proud look on both of their faces makes your heart crumble, the heat becoming impenetrable as you feel their focused stares. 

Even though they’re aching to cum and be touched, they’re exhausted. And honestly, they’re satisfied. Now that they have you all messy and worn, they’re finally able to realize just how tired they are. 

“Bed time?” you laugh, feeling both of them cage you from either side, arms swarming around you as they cuddle in closely. 

“Mhm,” Matt breathes, his lips tickling against your ear, “-just needed you, sweetheart.”

Chris squeezes at your hips. He lets his nose brush against the underside of your jaw, “I wanna go to bed, but I also really wanna see you cum again,” he mentions. 

He’s really not lying. It’s like his brain is finally relaxed with you around, but it also craves to see the same sight of you creaming all over his fingers again and again. 

“Honestly…” Matt trails off, his hand starting to maneuver and massage up over your breast, tweaking your nipple. He lets out a hum at the sound of your gasp, “-how do you feel about some coffee than another round, hm?” he purrs. 

Sure, you’re spent and exhausted. But, you’re not immune to how his words seem to make your stomach twirl with excitement. 

“Espresso?” you wonder out loud. 

Chris is already getting up. Matt is grasping you, laughing into your ear, “Nice and quick, yeah. Then…then we can get back to havin’ some fun, hm? Isn’t that sweet?” 

You hum playfully, your nose scrunching at his sultry, yet pretty words;

“I guess so.” 

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awhhh

꒰ STURNIOZ KINKMAS '24 ꒱ !

shy!reader isn't feeling too good, so she goes to fratboy!chris for a fix.

you're not sure why you're feeling the way you do, but you're miserable... and grouchy.

maybe you're just overstimulated and overwhelmed because everything seems to be getting under your skin — even the most smallest of things that you would usually brush off.

you gnaw anxiously at your bottom lip as you make your way into the frat house on a wednesday evening, your skin prickling uncomfortably and heart racing as you try to shake off the tension while walking up the staircase, ignoring the greetings from the frat brothers as they pass. (you know you'll regret later when your mood has lifted).

finally, you reach chris' room, and your hand trembles as you twist the doorknob and push the door open, but the moment you step inside, you're immediately hit by the strong scent of weed—thick and suffocating—and you want to cry, tears bubbling in your eyes as a whine leaves your lips.

"whaaat the fuck..." chris drawls as he lifts his head from the rolling tray, his eyebrows furrowing in annoyance as he looks at you. "why the fuck are you cryin'?"

"i'm so..." you struggle to find the right words, scrunching up your nose as you try to find a way to express the overwhelming emotions swirling within—tears falling down your cheeks while your bottom lip quivers.

"m'not a mind reader, kid. can't know what the fuck is goin' on if you don't use your words, yeah?" he snaps, his tone blunt and unbothered which makes you feel worse, and you can't help but thump your food against the ground—instantly regretting it when chris' gaze sharps, his dark eyes narrowing as they lock onto you with an incredulous glare. "really?"

"i just... i need your help. need... need a fix."

chris leans back, his eyebrow raised. "you think m'gonna give you a fix after throwin' a tantrum like a—"

"that wasn't a tantrum!" you snap, only to duck your head when chris gives you another sharp look, feeling the heat of embarrassment flood your face. you sniffle, hastily wiping your nose and tears on your sleeve, your voice dropping into a whisper. "just... just need you... please?"

chris' eyes narrow again, and he prods his tongue against his cheek, his jaw tightening as he studies you for a moment before dramatically rolling his eyes. he pushes the rolling tray aside as he mutters, "get over here."

you're quick to walk over, your heart pounding as you crawl onto the bed, settling into the middle and letting out a shaky exhale as you sink into the mattress. chris huffs under his breath as he shifts beside you, propping himself up on his elbow, his gaze fixed on you as his hand moves to unbutton your jeans, pulling down the zipper before shoving his hand inside your panties.

you feel the urge to whine and complain—to tell him that it feels too stuffy to still be in your jeans, but your words fail to come through when he rubs your clit in slow circles, making your thighs twitch and legs shift around on the bed.

"stay still," he grumbles under his breath as he speeds up his motions, thumbing at your clit while two fingers push through your puffy folds, finding your already dripping entrance and he tsks, his eyes meeting yours. "needed me that bad?"

"d-don't be mean," you pathetically mewl, capturing your bottom lip between your teeth as your head leans back against the pillows, gripping the sheets with a muffled moan as he slides his fingers into your warmth, curling them against your spongy walls.

"hey—mean? can't... can't be mean when i got m'fingers shoved in this little pussy, bun. givin' you exactly what you wanted. what you were beggin' me for," he forces his fingers deeper and you gasp, your body falling limp against the mattress as he begins to thrust them in and out, causing your legs to tremble. "want me to be fuckin' mean, bun? 'cos i can—i'll take my fingers out right now 'n watch you fuckin' cry to be touched."

"no!" you raise your voice a little, scared, worried. you didn't want him to do exactly that, and a wave of dread washes through you as you feel him slowly pull his fingers back. "p-please! m'sorry!"

"yeah? you sorry?"

"i am! m'so sorry!" you're a mess—a teary, sniffly, mewling mess as your hips buck against his hand, your own reaching out to fist the front of his shirt, hoping to keep him right where he is. "please i... i need you. you're not mean. i didn't mean it."

"didn't mean it?" chris repeats in a condescending tone, your pussy squelching when he fucks his fingers back in, thumbing madly at your clit that has you whimpering, thrashing against him.

you bury your face in his chest, the sounds you make muffled. you're losing your mind, the pleasure swirling in the pit of your tummy, the clothes clinging uncomfortably to your heated skin, clammy and sticky with sweat.

"shhhh," chris coos mockingly, driving his fingers faster into your cunt that has you seeing stars. "don't want anyone hearin' how bad you need me, do you?"

divider credits. @issysh3ll

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ⓘ SMUT! ⋆ +𝟏𝟖 ⋆ Fluff ⋆ Obscene descriptions! ⋆ strong language! ⋆ established relationship ⋆ hand fetish (low-key) ⋆ fingering ⋆ pet names ⋆ semi-public – (rough) car.ᐟsex ⋆ size kink ⋆ bulge kink ⋆ keeping quiet (but failing) ⋆ choking kink ⋆ sucking on his fingers? ⋆ breeding kink ⋆ creampie

𝒘𝒄. 𝟐.𝟓 𝒌

𝒂𝒏. In honor of him finally getting his driver’s license, I present to you a filthy car sex. Driver bf.ᐟChris edition!

𝒑𝒔𝒂. English is not my first language! Not proofread!

If you want to get straight to the smut simply scroll down until the time skip labeled as '5 minutes later'.

The sky had darkened into beautiful hues of blue and red and you had just taken a shower, ready to laze around since you cleaned the house and ate dinner already.

That was until you got a notification from your boyfriend, Chris.

«𝑪𝒍𝒊𝒄𝒌 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒂𝒈𝒆𝒔»

You chuckled at his impatience and quickly pulled on a hoodie before walking out of your room and down the stairs. Humming to yourself as you felt a smile plastering on your lips at the anticipation of meeting your boyfriend even though you’ve seen him earlier today.

The moment you stepped outside, you were greeted by Chris leaning against the minivan, a grin on his face. He chuckled when he saw your confusion and pushed himself off the minivan and walked towards you, jingling the car keys.

"Uh... You came with Matt?" You were utterly confused when he shook his head no, tilting your head as you looked at the car before looking back at Chris’ booming smile.

Did Chris drive himself here? He doesn’t have a license though?

You were about to say something, but he suddenly pulled out what looked like a driver’s license from his jeans pocket. "Look what I have!" He looked like he was holding back from jumping up and down in excitement, "I finally have a driver’s license!" He laughed as he saw your stunned expression.

After a few seconds, you finally gasped, your reaction delayed, but still in full effect. You took the license from his hand, inspecting it before looking back up to his face with a big smile. "Oh my fucking... You really did it!" You squealed, wrapping your arms tightly around his neck as you pulled him into a tight hug.

"I’m so proud of you baby," you pecked all over his face, eliciting giggles from Chris.

Chris’ arms wrapped around your waist with the same tightness, his heart pounding and chest filling with warmth as he saw just how happy you were for him.

He sighed softly in contentment, burying his face in your slightly damp hair, inhaling the scent of your shampoo before whispering "I wanted you to be the first to know."

That made your heart skip a beat.

"So, Mr. Driver, you gonna take your girlfriend for a ride?" You pulled back slightly, grinning up at him. "Oh, that’s exactly what I was planning, jus’ a cute little ride, ’promise." He winked, making you laugh.

๋࣭ ⭑⚝

You’ve been driving around with Chris for a good thirty minutes now, listening to songs and singing along.

At first, you didn’t pay much attention to his hand snaking its way onto your thigh. "Chris, keep both hands on the wheel please." He simply chuckled, muttering an 'alright' as he took his hand away, but it was back on your upper thigh not even a minute later.

His hand inched towards the hem of your short cotton shorts, his pinky slipped under it for a second – grazing the edge of your panties – before his hand caressed its way back down to your knee.

You pretended that it didn’t make your stomach flutter. You don’t want him to know how needy you were for his touch, he was driving, after all.

Despite your attempt at hiding the small changes in your body, Chris took notice of it rather quickly, a mischievous grin making its way onto his lips.

"You’re squirmin’ a lot ma, sum’ wrong?" He asked innocently, glancing at you briefly before looking back at the road, mentally noting to himself of your flushed face. "Or is it hot in the car? Should I open the windows?"

"Y-yeah, just a bit, thanks, it’s a bit hot in here," you chuckled nervously, taking off your hoodie.

He glanced at your figure after you took the oversized fresh love off, now sitting in a tank top that had a little too low of a neckline and as much as he loved seeing you in his brand, it was safe to say that he didn’t mind seeing a bit more skin.

Not at all.

He let out a low whistle, "Damn, you trynna kill me? Here I am, being a gentleman and trying to drive straight, but stripping beside me when you know I can’t do anything ’bout it is low babe." He spoke in a faux serious tone, "what if I crash us?"

He couldn’t contain his laugh when he glanced at your flabbergasted expression, heartily laughing as he drove.

Chris looked back at the road, letting out small giggles as he caressed your thigh. "Chill, I’m jus’ fuckin’ around, I’m a good driver alright," he grinned. Taking his eyes off the road for a split second to smile at you before looking forward again.

๋࣭ ⭑⚝ 𝟓 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒖𝒕𝒆𝒔 𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒓

You don’t know how he convinced you, but he, somehow, did and was now fingering you while driving. His long digits moved languidly inside your soaked pussy as he steered the wheel with one hand.

The wet squelches filled the car along with your soft moans and whimpers.

"Chris," you whined when he curled his fingers upwards, rubbing that spot inside you that made you buck your hips against his hand.

"Shhh-- baby, you’re doin’ good, jus’ relax yeah?" he cooed, chuckling quietly to himself at the way your pussy seemed to greedily suck his fingers in, not wanting to let go despite your half-hearted protests.

He hummed softly as he looked around for an empty parking lot, his fingers still moving inside you, but a bit faster now.

"Oh," your head fell back against the headrest, hands coming down to hold his arm as he fingered you. "Feels so good–mffh–baby, shit— right there!" You keened, breath hitching and hips moving in rhythm with his fingers as you got closer.

Chris finally found a deserted parking lot and took his fingers out of you to drive into it, leaving you whining at the loss in the passenger seat.

He quickly unbuckled his seatbelt, and yours, after parking it in the farthest corner, just in case.

"Alright, ma, how d’ya want it? On top of me, or me on top of you?" You hummed, "mm, since we’ve got plenty of space in the backseat..." you trailed off, the implications clear in your words.

Chris chuckled when he understood what you wanted, "alright then, missionary it is." He grinned as he got out of the car and got back in through the sliding door.

You took off your shoes and climbed into the backseat, immediately straddling Chris with a teasing smile. "So, Mr. Driver, won’t you show me a good ride?" Chris laughed at your words, his eyes crinkling at the corners.

"Oh wow," he chuckled before continuing, "yeah? you wan’ me to show you a good ride?" He grinned, his canines showing. "Trust me, I can do that, and much more." In one swift motion, you were under him in the backseat. His hands were planted on either side of your head and hips flush against yours.

His hands left the headrest and moved down to your cotton shorts, teasing the waistband. "Aw, you didn’t even wear that much, tsk—such skimpy clothing," he smirked, pulling down the waistband. "Up." He commanded and you complied without another word, lifting your hips slightly so he could pull it further down.

"Good girl," he chuckled, "Y’like it when I take control like this don’cha?" Chris tilted his head when you looked away, trying to catch your eyes.

Your face burned from equal parts embarrassment and shyness, but you couldn’t deny it.

You liked it, after all.

"Hm? Cat got your tongue baby? You’re awfully quiet today, too surprised?" He chuckled, gently tilting your head back forward.

"Look at me, and don’t look away, alright ma?" He waited until you nodded and slowly unbuckled his belt, teasingly slow on purpose. He couldn’t help but chuckle at the small needy sound that escaped your lips as you looked at him with pleading eyes.

His breathing pattern changed drastically and so did his movements, he was quick to step out of his jeans, the earlier teasing all gone due to his own need.

Chris pulled down his boxer briefs, letting his hefty length spring out and bob obscenely. You gulped audibly when you saw his raging red tip, his shaft standing tall and proud at attention.

He gave himself a few slow pumps, giving you a small show, groaning softly as he did so. "Fuck, wanna— no, ’need be inside you so bad, can I?" He leaned in and whispered in your ear in that low tone you loved so much.

All you could honestly do was nod, mumbling a small 'yeah'.

Chris smiled and pulled your underwear down and off your legs. "So pretty," he whispered, his pupils blown wide as his eyes zeroed in on your sopping cunt. He grasped his length in one hand and guided it to your pussy.

You were all wet and aching just for him.

That thought alone did numbers on Chris, making his cock twitch in his own hands as he licked his lips, wetting them. He teased you, and himself, by running the tip of his cock up and down your slit, collecting your juices and coating himself with it.

He let out a relieved sigh when he finally pushed the tip inside, both of you moaning lowly at the pleasure it brought. He pushed slowly, letting you adjust to his size until he bottomed out, his pelvis rubbing slightly against your swollen nub.

"Ha, fuckin’ tight as always," he breathed out, his words sounded like he was intoxicated. Well, he was basically intoxicated, by you that is, and the feeling of your velvet walls fluttering around his aching shaft did nothing to help.

Chris gently wrapped your legs around his waist before starting to move his hips, drawing out until only the tip is inside before slamming back into the limit of your pussy, hitting your cervix roughly.

You let out a loud, involuntarily, moan, making him push him fingers in your mouth to silence you. "Suck," he demanded, and you obliged, sucking on his fingers like it was his dick.

His hips slammed against yours with each brutal thrust, each one more intense than the last. You moaned against his fingers, still sucking on it diligently as you looked up at him with slightly teary eyes.

The sight was a bit too much for Chris.

He groaned and closed his eyes for a moment to stay composed and not lose control completely, but it was far too late. The moment he opened his eyes, he took out his fingers from your mouth and instead wrapped it around your neck.

Chris’ cock pistoned in and out of you like a jackhammer, fucking you roughly in the backseat as he chocked you. "Yeah ma, fuckin’ scream my name f’me, let every-fucking-one hear who’s taking you like this." He growled near your ear.

You chocked out a noise in between a moan and a gasp, the pleasure threatening to consume you whole.

His gaze fell down and he let out a loud groan, "Fu—ck, y’see this? See how fuckin’ well you’re taking me baby?" His free hand reached down to press on the clear bulge forming on your lower abdomen from his dick.

Fuck, did he love how big he was, how he could stretch you out and even form a bulge like this.

You were too consumed by the pleasure coursing through your entire being to acknowledge his words. Every thrust brought you closer to that euphoric feeling, and the bands in your stomach grew taut and ready to snap any moment as he fucked you with reckless abandon.

"Chris–oh, I’m so close, so close— gonna cum!" You mewled, hands coming up to clutch at his shoulders to ground yourself as he kept the rhythm, his pace not faltering one bit.

Chris’ veiny hand left your throat and flew down to rub quick swipes on your swollen, slick clit. The pleasure was too much, too good, thus pushing you over the edge as you cried out.

His breath hitched when he felt your pussy throbbing and spasming around his length. The feeling of your cunt squeezing and sucking him in at the same time, along with your moans of pure ecstasy, were his undoing.

He buried his face in your neck, moaning your name when he felt his own orgasm crash over him. His arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you flush against him.

His hips jerked and twitched as he spilled his seed deep in your quivering pussy, still moving slowly and prolonging both your highs.

After a few seconds, Chris slumped on top of you, panting softly as he kept his face nuzzled in your neck, arms loosely wrapped around your waist. He left soft kisses on your shoulder and neck, his lips grazing and trailing your skin as he caught his breath.

Both your bodies shuddered with aftershocks.

"Don’t wanna pull out," he sighed, "I guess I’ve to huh?" He grumbled under his breath as he slowly sat upright, but not before you pulled him closer to whisper in his ear "I’ll let you cockwarm later."

Chris chuckled, his grin widening as he caressed your thighs. "Yeah? You’ll lemme stay in here longer?" He slowly pulled out, both of you hissing at the sensitivity.

"I’ll take ya up on that offer, sounds nice, and warm." He said as he took some wet wipes from the center console and started to wipe your inner thighs. You chuckled at his words, letting him help you clean up.

๋࣭ ⭑⚝

You two finally finished fixing your clothes, still slightly breathless and faces flushed from exertion and well, sex.

"Matt’s gonna kill us if he finds out we fucked in the car." Chris said, chuckling as he opened the windows to get rid of the smell of sex lingering in the car.

"Definitely can’t tell him," you did a zipping motion on your lips before rummaging through the backseat and pulled out a bottle of perfume that you left for emergency situations and sprayed it everywhere.

"Woah, kid, where the fuck did you get that?" Chris doubled over in laughter. "You jus’ pulled a Nick right there," he cackled between words, making you chuckle as well.

After a few minutes of laughing, he finally calmed down, a wide grin on his face. "Alright, let’s head back, yeah?" He pecked your lips and pulled out his phone to text Matt and Nick that you were coming and quickly put it back in his pocket and opened the van door.

He stepped out, closed the door and walked towards the driver’s side and got inside, watching as you climbed back onto the passenger seat, both of you buckling your seatbelts.

"Alright, m’lady, and my passenger princess now," he grinned, his canines showing. "Ready to go home and cuddle?" He took your hand in his and planted a chaste kiss on the back of it, smiling against your hand as you agreed.

He put the car in gear and sped off into the night, singing along to your favorite songs and sharing soft touches.

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i ate ts up

matt can’t help but watch you and chris in the backseat

warnings : smut, fingering, chratt x reader, some distracted driving (please be safe.)

the car ride was long—you weren’t even sure how much time had passed since you’d been in the car, trying to keep yourself occupied with whatever games you had on your phone. but it just wasn’t working anymore.

you sighed, putting your phone down next to you as you shifted your gaze to look out the window, watching as all the buildings and trees passed by in blended colors. you weren’t normally one for getting bored—but for some reason you were just restless today.

just then chris shifted beside you, dragging you out of your thoughts, turning your head to look in his direction. he had chosen to sit in the middle seat—even though there was a perfectly good spot right by the window, but you weren’t really complaining. not now at least.

you watched as his hands flexed, typing something in on his phone, his face concentrated. you couldn’t help the way your body heated as you watched him—making a thought pop into your head.

“chriiiis.” you whined, unbuckling yourself as you shifted closer to him. his gaze did stray from his phone, only letting out a soft ‘hmm’ to your tone. you frowned, trying again. “chriiiis.” you called again, this time placing your hand on his thighs as you moved it up slightly.

his thigh tensed under your touch, gaze finally shifting to you as he put his phone down and in his pocket. “yeah ma?” he asked, hand coming down to grab yours, lifting it off his thigh and holding it. you smiled, shifting even closer. “m’bored.” you pouted, resting your head against his shoulder, fluttering your lashes at him.

he hummed again, eyeing you. he could tell the game you were trying to play at, watching as you shifted closer, practically on top of him at this point. “yeah? don’t y’have a phone to keep you entertained?” he says, bringing your hand up to press a kiss to your knuckles, his other arm draping around you.

“yes but it’s not entertaining me anymore.” you mumbled, trailing your other hand up and across his chest. matt could faintly hear the conversation exchange between you two, his gaze flicking to the mirror, catching a glimpse of your hand wandering all over his brother.

“whatcha doin’ there sweetheart?” matt said, startling you a little. your head turned, locking eyes with his in the mirror. chris just chuckled, tugging your hand a little. “she’s bored. tryna get me to entertain her,” he licked his lips, his own eyes catching matt’s. “think i should?”

matt’s eyes narrowed, flitting to the road before returning back, like he was contemplating. slowly, he nodded his head—locking eyes with you again.

“mhm—c’mon then baby, c’mere.” chris said, letting go of your hand, both of his snaking down to grip your hips. swiftly he moved you to sit on his lap, your back to his chest as his hands moved further down to your thighs. pulling them apart. “how ‘bout i distract you for a minute, yeah?”

you panted, leaning your head back against his shoulder as your eyes fluttered shut. chris’ hands wandered on the inside of your thighs, and matt couldn’t help but let his eyes lock onto the sight through the mirror before quickly looking back at the road.

chris’ hands gripped your soft flesh, wandering just high enough before retreating back down. a whine emitted from your now parted lips, “chris..please—don’t tease.” your body squirmed in his lap, heat spreading throughout as your panties quickly became soaked.

“i thought you wanted me to entertain you ma, hm?” he teased, keeping one hand on your thigh before trailing the other up to the edge of your shorts—his fingers dipping below the fabric slightly. “this—this isn’t entertaining chris..this is jus’ mean.” you muttered, bringing your head back up as you turned to look at him.

“uh-huh.” he hummed.

the hand dipped under your shorts retreated, the other joining as he moved to the button of your shorts, quickly undoing it. his fingers tapped your hip, “up.” and you didn’t hesitate, lifting your hips for him to slide your shorts down and off of your legs.

“look at how pretty you are baby.” chris mumbled, parting your legs once more. “wouldn’t ya agree matt?” he said, lifting his head the same time matt moved his gaze, locking onto the wet patch growing on the center of your panties. “yeah—fuck—so pretty.” his words were breathless.

chris’ fingers trailed up, lightly grazing the edge of your panties before hooking around the fabric and pushing them to the side. he groaned as he swiped a finger through your soaked folds, a gasp slipping past your lips.

“fuck—already so wet f’me ma.” he groaned, gliding down before swiftly plunging his fingers into your sopping hole. you moaned, tipping your head back once more as your hips bucked into his hand.

matt couldn’t help but watch—looking at you all spread out on chris’ lap, all on display for him. he cursed under his breath, veering his eyes back to the road as he looked for a place to pull over at. he could feel his pants getting tighter, the wet squelching of your pussy and sounds echoing through the car.

you were completely oblivious to what was happening outside of your little bubble—all your mind could focus on was the feeling of chris’ fingers deep inside you. “c-chris—fuckfuck.” you moaned, legs wanted to squeeze shut.

chris tsked, his other hand holding your legs open. “keep ‘em open for me baby.” he said, his breath hot against your ear—fingers curling inside you, hitting that spongy spot. your back bowed, mewling as your hands come down to claw at his thighs beneath you, nails digging into the fabric of his pants.

“mm i know ma—feels good huh?” he cooed, the hand holding your legs open trailing up to grip your jaw. “c’mon—open your eyes. want you to keep your eyes on matt as you cum on my fingers.”

your brows furrowed, opening your eyes as chris’ hand gripped and moved your head up to look ahead. the car was parked in a random lot—matt’s body turned as his eyes stared at your pussy as it swallowed chris’ fingers. you didn’t even know the car had stopped. matt’s eyes moved up, locking with yours, and you clenched around chris’ fingers—seeing matt’s face and how he was watching you.

chris hissed as your walls gripped his digits like a vice. “y’like being watched baby?,” he whispered, fingers pumping faster. “can feel ya squeezing my fingers—shit.”

your mouth dropped open, eyes rolling back—chris kept ahold of your face, matt getting the full view of you. chris’ fingers curled with each pump, tears pricking the corner of your eyes. matt’s hand reached back, holding your legs open as his eyes stayed glued to you.

“doing so good sweetheart—taking his fingers soooo good.” matt said, caressing your bare thigh. you couldn’t help but watch as his other hand came down to palm at the front of his jeans, seeing just how hard he was.

your stomach grew tight, legs shaking as you felt your release approaching fast. “mm—m’gonna cum—please.” you begged. they both smiled at you, chris’ fingers never slowing their pace.

“you can cum ma,” chris grunted, pressing kisses to the side of your neck. “make a mess all over his fingers baby.” matt finished, encouraging you on as your body shook more.

“oh—oh!” you cried, squeezing your eyes shut as you released all over chris’ fingers. his pace slowing down, lazily pumping his fingers in and out of your now sensitive pussy. after a few moments you hissed, lifting your hips away from his hand. chris just chuckled removing his fingers and he placed your panties back in their place.

your body slumped more into chris’—sighing contently as your eyes fluttered shut. chris let go of your face, wrapping his arms around you. his gaze moved to matt, who was still staring at you. “get us home matt—now.”

a/n : this is hot.

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࣪˖ ִ⭑ ࣪ making a tape with chris

⭑ soph's note. hi this is my first smut im posting on here and i'm a tiny bit scared to say the least 😭 im veryyy open to constructive criticism so please lmk if theres anything i can improve on. fair warning, theres literally no plot n it just gets straight to it sooo.... i can't tell if its good or not, but i hope u enjoy ♡

"chris," you whimper, the pillow muffling the breathy sounds falling from your plush lips. chris plows into you from behind, his hand tightly gripping your hip as his free hand holds the camcorder up, filming the perfect view of your ass recoiling against his hips.

"cmon', can't fuckin' hear ya," chris grunts, his hand moving to grip your hair and pull your head up, making your moans more clearer for the film. "there ya go, be nice and loud for me n' the camera," he purrs, watching you through the device. a loud moan rips from your throat as chris ruts his hips into you, his dick hitting that spongy spot inside you, making you clench around him. he smirks, doing it again and again, his hand leaving your hair to wrap around you and rub your clit as he continues to film the moment between you two. you mewl, arching your back to take him deeper, your manicured hands gripping onto the sheets below you.

chris' movements only grow more intense, his hand now gripping your hip harshly as his other hand adjusts the camera so it's showing the way his dick slips in and out of your cunt. "shiiitt," he groans, the sight of him disappearing inside you making him unable to look away as he films it all.

"please... fuck, chris," you whimper pathetically, unsure what you're begging for. faster? harder? more?

"please what?" he asks, "speak up for for the camera, baby. gotta be louder than that." you're breathless, almost unable to form words as he fucks you dumb.

"don't stop, 'm so close-" you manage to get out between whimpers. gasps continue to spill from your mouth as that familiar knot in your abdomen threatens to snap. you feel chris' hand once again wrap around you to circle your sore clit, rubbing harshly. you let out a choked gasp, feeling overwhelmed in the best way possible, the feeling of him stretching you out so deep along with his fingers rubbing against your clit made your head spin.

"takin' me so well," he grunts, nearly out of breath as he watched his cock slide in and out of you through the viewfinder. "look at this perfect fuckin' pussy," chris growls as he feels you clench around him, himself also feeling close to the edge.

"'m gonna cum, chris," you whimper, the tight knot in your stomach continued to build before snapping as chris fucked into you, hammering at your cervix. your mouth drops open as you cum around him, the white substance coating the length of his dick.

“oh fuck,” chris let out a low moan, his dick twitching before releasing his thick, white, cum inside of you, filling you up.

chris waited a second before pulling out with a low groan, adjusting the camera in his hands and shifting the focus down to your pink folds which now leaked with his cum. "look at that," he says, bringing one of his fingers to rub your puffy slit before he shoves it inside you, stopping his cum from spilling out. you whine, sensitive from his previous acts as chris lazily pumps his fingers in and out of your abused hole, all while the camcorder gets a perfect view for him to watch later.

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۶ৎ SKATER!CHRIS x GIRLY!READER

skater!chris carrying girly!reader to bed after she fell asleep admiring his tattoo

˚𝜗𝜚 warnings... kissing, skater!chris being shy (rare sighting), pure fluff.

“hey, come on. i think it’s pretty cool,” he chuckled, flipping through the little book from his nirvana ‘in utero’ CD. you were both sitting on chris’s couch, your knees tucked up to your chest, while he showed off the pictures from the booklets his different CDs had to offer.

by now, it had been a few months since you ran into chris for the first time and a few weeks of dating. despite your differences, it had been some of the best weeks of your life.

“i like that one,” you smiled when he got to a specific picture, pointing at what looked like kurt cobain lying down on stage with a guitar in hand. he turned to look at you, meeting your eyes. “yeah? that’s my favorite actually,” he chuckled, closing the CD again while you nodded.

you looked up at him, a soft but questioning look on your face, reciprocating a shy smile. he hesitated for a second, before speaking.

“wanna see something?” he smirked, which slowly turned into a smile when you nodded with a giggle, his mysterious way of asking making you feel a mix of confusion and excitement. clumsily, he moved to sit up normally, handing you the CD to look at for a second.

but your attention flickered back to him when he started taking his shirt off, leaving you confused and flustered. “what- uh, what are you doing?” you mumbled shyly, attempting to stay respectful and look back down at the album in your hand, but.. it was hard.

“don’t worry. you can look,” he laughed when you turned all shy and bashful on him, his fingers gently grazing your chin to tilt your head back up, meeting his, now shirtless, form. confusedly, you kept staring, before he turned his back to you.

ohhh.

“woah..” you stared in awe almost, watching the tattoo that adorned his toned back. it was beautiful, really. every single stroke and detail is just on point with the original album design. it suited him so well, stretching from one shoulder blade to the other, reaching the middle of his spine. yeah, such a big tattoo was bold, but chris made it look so good.

without thinking, you let your fingers carefully trace the ink—the angels face, wings, open arms. it was perfect, and though you knew nothing about tattoos, it looked like it had healed and faded just perfectly.

it wasn’t until you felt him shiver just slightly that you pulled your hand back, now aware that you were actively touching him. “sorry- i’m sorry.” you muttered, heat rising to your face immediately when the tucked his shirt back on, turning back to face you.

“no, it’s okay. yeah, don’t worry ‘bout it,” he smiled softly at you, rubbing the back of his neck. “it’s, um, it’s beautiful. i really like it,” you smiled, resting your elbows on your knees to look up at him.

it wasn’t long before you were resting on the couch, chris’s back to your chest while you gently traced the outlines of the tattoo with your gentle fingers. his eyes were fluttered shut in pure pleasure, the calming feeling of your touch making him more relaxed than he’s ever been.

you yourself, was almost dozing off. your legs were still tucked up to your chest, your side resting up against the backrest of the couch while resting your head on your arm. chris could feel the way your fingers were staring to slow on his shoulders, before your hand stilled completely.

chris rightfully assumed you had fallen asleep, cherishing the intimate moment before he got up and pulled his shirt back on, looking down at your drowsy body.

“c’mon, gotta get you to bed, hm?” he asked rhetorically, carefully slipping his arms under your legs to carry you to his bed bridal-style. treating you as if you were made of glass, he let you rest on one side of his bed, pulling the covers up over your chest.

“so, so pretty..” he whispered, leaving a soft kiss on your cheek, careful not to wake you up. gosh, you looked so peaceful like this, so adorable, your lips stuck in a pout. checking the time, he decided he might as well just go to sleep as well, going to lie on the other side of the bed.

gently, he shuffled closer to you, wrapped an arm around your waist to pull you closer, before brushing his fingers through your hair.

“good night, sleepyhead,” he muttered quietly, pressing a loving kiss to your forehead, down the side of your face, before he reached your lips—carefully pecking them with a racing heart. “i love you,” he watched you shift, slowly moving closer to him with a long sigh. though he wished you would wake up, maybe shyly ponder over his sweet confession, he was glad you were too far gone in a deep slumber to watch the way his eyes skimmed your pretty features, and maybe even hear the way his heart was going a million miles per hour.

it was a weird feeling in his stomach—sure, he was loud and always throwing horrible jokes, but moments like this made all of that roaring persona disappear. you made him want to throw all his shitty habits right out the window, hoping they’d fly far away from him.

and you did. though his friends felt betrayed and it did sound cool to practice for his band at night, he’d much rather listen to you talk his ear off about your favorite sanrio character in your pretty, frilly, feminine bed. oh, if any of his friends were to see him in that state, they’d never stop laughing.

𝜗𝜚˚࿔ notes: im sooo oh em gee! rare shy skater!chris moment, and im here for it. he's soo stupidly in love with her im sick.

more skater!chris x girly!reader here!

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Missing u- c.s

pairing: toxic!chris x fem!reader

summary: After finding out Chris cheated on you at a party you had declined to attend, you became overwhelmed with a flood of emotions—one of them being anger. You tried to leave him, but instead, he convinced you to take him back.

warnings: cheating, toxic!chris, angst (?), gaslighting, manipulation, sadism (kinda)

{a/n: I kinda enjoyed writing and might right a part 2 bc I have it all planned out:) also some of the spelling and grammar might be ass and this might not make sense sorry😿 }

Chris was getting ready in the bathroom, leaving the door wide open as if to remind you he was still there—but how could you forget? The loving yet uncomfortable feeling of his presence, even just being close to you, was enough to keep him in your mind. Especially with every bang on the counter, every clink of him tapping his razor on the sink, trying to shake the hair out of it—even though you’d told him multiple times how hot he looks with stubble. To that, he’d always respond with, “I don’t really care how you feel about it. Other girls don’t like it,” a comment that never failed to unsettle you. Every curse under his breath as he nicked himself with the razor served as yet another reminder that he was still there.

In fact, you might never get rid of him. Not that you minded. You loved Chris. Some people—like your friends and family—would say maybe a little too much. Your friends always hated him, warning you that he was a bad person, but you always ignored them. In fact, every time, you defended him. You thought they were just jealous—jealous that he was yours, jealous that they had no one.

This morning, you both had woken up slightly late, which wasn’t really usual. Of course, Chris wasn’t too happy about it. As soon as he opened his eyes, he made a sly comment, mumbling something about you always messing up his life. You tried to laugh it off, but of course, it stung. I mean, if someone you were head over heels in love with told you that you were basically annoying and a burden in their life, you’d be upset too, right? But you didn’t really mind—he was just joking, after all. And when he did it around your friends, you would always remind them that it’s just his way of showing love.

Chris didn’t seem to remember Tara’s party until you sank back under the covers, trying to cuddle closer to him. His groan echoed through the otherwise empty apartment, startling you enough to shuffle back a little in surprise. He practically jumped out of bed, mumbling something with a small growl in his voice, still groggy from being woken up just a couple of minutes ago. “God, you always gotta make me forget shit! Why don’t you ever remind me, huh?!” he snapped as he walked over to the dresser, angrily yanking it open. Chris always expected you to be his personal calendar, reminding him of every little thing he had coming up, never really caring about what you had going on.

Chris didn’t really want you to go. He was hoping you’d stay behind, not wanting you—his girlfriend—to be around while he tried to flirt with other girls. Chris had cheated on you before, but he told you over and over again that it was “just an accident” and that you were “not enough for him anyway.” Still, you believed him. He had told you with a dark expression and a small smirk that he would never do it again. Of course, he wouldn’t lie about something like that

Snapping back to reality, you answer Chris’s question with furrowed brows. “I’m sick?” you reply in confusion, knowing he was already aware of that.

Chris’s expression shifts as you say it, looking almost relieved that you weren’t going, though he still finds a way to blame you. He lets out a bitter chuckle as he pulls a clean pair of jeans from the drawer. “Fucking figures,” he mumbles—loud enough for you to hear but not loud enough for you to respond.

It broke your heart to hear how angry he was about you not going, but you tried to ignore it, even though it felt like a punch to the gut.

Now, back to the present. As Chris finished up in the bathroom, you suddenly felt yourself drifting off again, the weight of your blanket comforting in a way that Chris rarely ever was.

Over the months you had been dating, you spent the entire time convincing yourself that moments like this—quiet, slow, and sweet mornings—were enough to make up for all the emotional and mental abuse he had put you through. Not to mention the gaslighting and manipulation. But you always reminded yourself that he did it because he loved you. Because he didn’t want you to get hurt.

As your eyes begin to feel heavy, you hear Chris walk out, his steps heavy and deliberate. He leans down, pressing a kiss to your temple. The smell of his cologne overpowers your nose, but you ignore it, accepting the kiss from Chris, which feels more like a routine than a genuine display of affection.

“Alright, ma… I’mma head out,” he mumbles against your skin. You hum in response. “Mk… love you…” you mumble back, too tired to form proper words. The mix of sickness and exhaustion in your body makes it even harder to stay awake, let alone hold a conversation.

As he was about to walk away, his hand slipped around your throat, his fingers curling tightly around your neck—maybe a little too tightly. “Don’t let anyone into this house until I get back, do you understand?” His voice dropped a couple of octaves, making you shiver softly, but not in a good way. “You’re mine, and you belong to me. And absolutely no one touches what is mine.”

The possessiveness in his voice made you cringe softly, your body freezing and your muscles tensing. But of course, you didn’t argue—because you never argued. Not with Chris, that is. Especially not when he was showing this amount of what you thought was love, even though deep down, you knew it wasn’t true. You knew he didn’t truly love or care for you. But that tiny, foolish part of you couldn’t let go of him. It clung to the affection he gave you, as it always had.

The door unknowingly slams shut, making you flinch. Being left in the silence and loneliness of the room makes you highly uncomfortable. You suck in a shaky breath, trying to convince yourself that his words didn’t bother you at all. That this was love, and it was completely normal.

You didn’t know it yet, but today would be the day he broke your heart—again.

Before you could even process your feelings, exhaustion overtakes you. The countless times you were woken up throughout the morning have left you completely drained, and you slip into unconsciousness almost instantly.

A couple of hours later, you wake up in complete darkness, having been asleep for a while. You sniffle and whine as you sit up, stretching and reaching for your phone, which is still on the charger. Quickly, you type out a text to Chris, wanting to check in on how he’s doing at lthe party. You hit send without hesitation.

you: hey baby! How’s the party going?:))

You smile and close out of the chat, opening Instagram. Noticing that Chris uploaded a story, you tap on it, curiosity getting the best of you. What you see makes your heart pound against your chest. Chris is making out with Tara. At her party. The same party you were invited to but decided to decline.

Seeing the video makes your heart shatter, tears forming in your eyes as your breathing becomes shallow. Shakily, you set your phone down, sitting in silence, unable to believe what you just saw.

Chris was cheating? But—that’s… that’s impossible. Chris loved you; he would never do that. But there it was—the proof. Right on your phone. The 10-second story replayed as you stared down at it, tears now streaming from your eyes. After sitting in silence for what feels like hours, you let out a shaky breath. Anger surges through you as you grab your phone and reply to Chris’s story

you replied to Christopher sturniolos story: your cheating on me?? With TARA???

you: wtf???

you: we’re DONE Chris.

you: don’t fucking talk to me unless your coming over to get your shit.

After a minute or two of sitting and staring at your screen, your heart begins to pound again as you see three little dots, insinuating that he is typing. Your face felt like it was burning, your fist clenched in anger unable to comprehend what was going on right now as you read his message

Chris: alright

‘Alright’?! He can’t be serious. This couldn’t be the same Chris who was showing so much love to you this morning—the one who told you that you were his and his only. The one who ‘protected’ you from hanging around other boys because, according to him, they couldn’t treat you the way he could. You began to think back to all the times you defended him over your friends. Over ykur family. You began to think that..Maybe they were right..?

Maybe he was toxic. But that couldn’t be! He loved you—he told you every day! Sure, he’s cheated before, but it was an accident. But as you begin to think, you feel yourself getting angry again. No… you thought. It’s his fault though… he cheated on me.

Just as you began to think more, you heard keys jingling in the door, making your heart stop and your body freeze.

As the door opens, it reveals Chris standing there with that stupid smirk on his face. The overwhelming smell of alcohol and weed hits you, making it clear he had been drinking and probably blowing all his money on weed too.

“Chris? I told you not to come unless—”

“Unless I’m getting my shit? I know, honey… but I missed you. Come here… I want a hug, ma,” he says, approaching you with his arms open. You push him back, your face still stained with tears from earlier. “Are you serious?! You can’t just cheat on me and expect everything to be fine! This is the second time, Chris! I’m done!”

Your nose wrinkles as you cringe at the overpowering smell of cheap alcohol and the (not-so-cheap) cologne Tara bought him for his birthday.

His smirk drops as he stumbles back from your forceful push, lowering his arms. “Cheating?” he scoffs. “Is that what you think that was?” he asks in disgust. Your eyes widen in disbelief. You couldn’t believe he didn’t think that was cheating. “Yes! I saw the video, Chris! I’m not stupid!” you shout, crossing your arms as tears begin to form in your eyes again.

Chris’s eyes darken, and his jaw clenches. “Don’t blame me! It’s your fault for not going! I—I have needs, you know!” he slurs, his voice rising. You drop your arms in disbelief at his unbelievably stupid words. He was playing the victim? After he cheated on you with your friend?

Your jaw tightens, and you softly say, “Get… get out, Chris…”

He looks at you with wide eyes, sobering up a little. “You don’t mean that, baby… come on, ma… it didn’t mean anything—” “Didn’t mean anything?! You were making out with Tara—my best friend—for who knows how long! I’m tired of you!” you snap back, anger taking over.

“You’re so delusional! She forced herself on me… God, you always want to play the victim! You’re lucky I haven’t left your ass yet!” he scoffs, his voice rising another level.“Go ahead! Leave! I hate you!” you shout back, tears streaming down your face, overwhelmed by a storm of emotions.

“You don’t mean that… it was your fault anyway! You should’ve come! If you were there, I wouldn’t have done that! You’re such a bitch!” he yells, his words cutting deep.

You sniffle your eyes widening as he calls you a bitch but falling victim to his tactics. “Y-your right…I should’ve went it was my fault…” you look down “I’m sorry Chris…please forgive me..” As you fall victim to his gaslighting and manipulation, he smirks, working his ‘magic’ on you again. “I don’t know if I could forgive you…”

Tears continue to fall as you cling to him. “Please, Chris…” He smirks at your desperate tone, fully aware of your obliviousness to his manipulation. “You have to beg for it, princess,” he bites back in a low growl. Your eyes widen as you drop to your knees, wrapping your arms around his legs. “Please… please, I’m sorry! I won’t mess up again…”

“Mhm…” he hums, pretending to think. “I can forgive you this time… but let it happen again, and we’re done. Got it?”

You nod again, less frantically this time, as he pulls you up harshly and drags you to the room, practically throwing you onto the bed. You let out a small whine but quickly stop when he lays down beside you. “I’m sorry, Chris… I promise I won’t do it again,” you apologize, feeling a twinge of pity for yourself. “You fucking better be. You’re lucky I put up with your shit at all,” Chris barks back in mock anger—a tone you believed. But unbeknownst to you, he was delighted. Delighted that you fell victim to his ‘powers,’ knowing he could control you forever and you would always listen.

Your eyes close, and your head feels heavy against the pillow as you try your hardest to stay out of his way, not wanting to piss him off further. Slowly, you begin losing your battle against sleep, muttering a faint, “I love you, Chris…” before exhaustion finally takes over.

How couldn’t you? He loved you, after all. Or so you believed. “I know, ma,” he said, a sly smirk on his face. Although he didn’t love you. He loved how you fell victim to his ways. And he always would.

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oh em gee

freaky chris who loves to see his cum ooze out of her

𐙚⋅˚‧ ノ this is hot as fuck nonnie, but what about freak!chris who not only loves to see his cum ooze out of you, but who also likes to fuck it back in with his fingers… 🤭😵‍💫

“fuuuuck, ma,” chris groans from between your thighs, eyes locked on your puffy cunt. you can feel the slide of his thick cum as it leaks out, still hot and fresh, and you can’t help but flush under his gaze.

“shit, i filled you up good, didn’t i?” chris mutters as he swipes a finger between your folds, sloppy and messy, hole still fucked open from his cock.

you let out a small whimper and your thighs tremble as he continues to play with his cum, body teetering on the precipice of overstimulation.

“chris,” you whine, shying your hips away from him, but chris shoots a hand up to grip your thigh and hold you still.

“just a li’l more, yeah?” chris presses breathily, fingers dipping into your slit and pumping shallowly. it’s so wet and sloppy, a fluid mixture of your slick and chris’s cum, sticky and messy — you can hear your pussy squelch with each slide of his fingers.

“fuck, i’m gettin’ hard again.” chris chuckles, pulling his eyes from your cunt to meet yours, his irises swallowed by black. “think you can go again, ma?”

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