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[bernardsbendystraws]

𝒐𝒃𝒔𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒗𝒆 .ᐟ 𝒄𝒉𝒓𝒊𝒔

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matt’s favorite toy, Rose

©bernardsbendystraws

“Mmmmm, my god,” Chris husks. His voice is barely above a whisper, a low tone blending in with the breeze that seeps through the cracked window of your shared bedroom. The air is cool. It contrasts against the heat that had swarmed between your bodies underneath the fluffy duvet. 

“Chris?” you question. Your boyfriend hums, grinding his hard dick against you—bare. Sleeping naked was always a common ritual, Chris just loved being so close. But…you weren’t close enough anymore. 

His mind wouldn’t shut down. You had both climbed into bed after a long day nearly two hours ago. Chris tried counting sheep. It simply didn’t work, not when he could feel your pussy radiating heat onto his dick as he spooned you from behind. He tried to keep his thoughts tame. He really did, but it was no use against his vivid imagination. 

“I…can I just be in you, baby? Please, I…just need to be closer, it….” Chris trails off, his fingers tracing over your bare hip hypnotizing him. You’re so soft. 

About to respond, your parted lips only let out a small gasp as you feel his sticky, wet tip graze up the back of your inner thighs. “Chris,” you breathe out. 

There’s an overbearing emotion that washes over your boyfriend hearing your reaction. He makes you like this, only he can. “Is this okay? I mean, god….” his fingers trace south, brushing through your folds and spreading you open. You’re nearly dripping. Maybe you were having a wet dream…or maybe it was because he had been tracing along your skin so delicately that your mind wandered to sultry thoughts subconsciously. Either way, it made it so easy for him to slip right in, taking the slight wiggle of your hips as an enthusiastic yes. 

“So wet, jesus—’s all for me though, hm? You just love making a mess on my cock, don’t you?” he purrs. You swallow thickly, nodding in agreement as your back arches against his chest. 

The familiar stretch of his cock intruding into you is more than satisfying. In fact—the last couple inches of his dick seem to be halted by your tight walls still getting adjusted. “Oh, c’mon baby…don’t leave me like this. You–you can take it all. Make me proud, c’mon, just keep….yeah….keep relaxing, fuckkkkk.” 

Chris is gentle while pulling your hip to push you plush against his body. The short gasp that leaves your mouth is rewarding, filling him with pride as he brings his hand up to comb through your hair soothingly. “That’s it, good girl—always making me so happy, hm?” he praises. 

Once again, your response is cut short by another noise. A strangled, tired moan escapes through your lips as he grinds himself into you…slowly. “It’s okay, I…you just sit and relax. Just wanna fuck you nice and slow, okay?” His breath fans along your neck and ear. You nod against his chest, your eyebrows furrowing as he buries himself to the hilt. 

“Oh, Chris, you….so fucking deep,” you breathe out. His tongue swirls over his teeth as a prideful grin overtakes his face. 

Starting to slowly rock into you, he keeps his dick almost all the way pushed inside of you. “Yeah? You feel me right….” he pushes his hand on your lower stomach, making you let out a pitiful noise as he lets his head rest further into your neck. “---right here, hm? God, you…it’s just too big, huh? You got it though, I—fuck, I know you’re my greedy girl, right baby?” 

It feels so good. Every motion is dragged out by his sluggish movements. You feel everything. Sleep still clouds your mind, but it just makes it even better. There’s only him—no surrounding thoughts or mumbling anxieties. It’s just him. “--’s, I—-mmmm, god,” you seethe, your own hips starting to grind against him. 

Chris’s lips attacking your neck with kisses stutter, his teeth gently prodigy against the delicate flesh with shock as he groans. The feeling of your sticky walls is viciously euphoric. His face is scrunched up with pleasure, creases forming in his features as he lets out another strained noise from your movements. 

“Need more, Chris. I…please…more,” you voice. 

Following your directions, he’s more than happy to start intensifying the pressure of his hips ramming into you. It’s still slow—a passionate, obsessive pace. “You—you need more, baby? That’s okay, I—I got you. Just, fuck—just relax. Squeezin’ me so tight already and I’m nowhere near done with you…my girl, fuck,” he hisses, wet slaps of skin enhancing every sensation.  “Just...just relax,”

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𝒐𝒃𝒔𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒗𝒆 .ᐟ 𝒄𝒉𝒓𝒊𝒔

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[ A/N : Apparently it's a trend to write un-consensual somnophilia right now. Here's an example of consensual. Please put warning on your stuff. Consent is sexy!! Just because you're dating someone doesn't mean they get automatic consent. ]

matt’s favorite toy, Rose

©bernardsbendystraws

It was one of the first times you had seen Chris so nervous—so hesitant. The lingering question that had been haunting him more and more each day had started to consume him. He would consistently wake up, biting desperately on his lip, imaging the way your warm pussy would clamp around his dick as he slowly woke you up.

“Chris, what is it?” The question had made him nervously play with your hair as he held you on his lap. Words so close to spilling, but the confession of his desire was being held back by fear. He didn’t want to make you uncomfortable. He didn’t want to scare you.

What if you said yes but in the morning you didn’t want to?

Anxiety and doubt were soon silenced. The question spilled from his lips as he nervously looked down at your shoulder, his finger tracing over your collarbone. “I…I just…wanna wake you up…with, um….I…..”

The smile on your face that grows makes him a little more nervous. “You wanna wake me up by touching me?” you ask.

Chris swallows thickly. Nodding his head, his fingers twirl the ends of your hair in loops. You can feel him adjust himself from underneath you. He’s already hard just from the thought. And you…you can’t wait to show him just how much you trust him—how much you love the clingy obsession he has for you.

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Morning light peeps through the blinds. Chris is already letting out rough breaths just from the thought of your pussy wrapped around his cock and sleepy moans slipping through your lips as he thrusts himself deep into you.

You’re still asleep. The soft, even breaths leaving your lips is breathtaking to him. You look so peaceful—so content.

Chris trails wet, sloppy kisses over the side of your neck as he spoons you from behind. A grin pulls at his lips as you let out a hazy whine, grinding your hips onto him mindlessly. “Mmmmm, baby….so pretty—so fuckin’ pretty,” he husks to himself.

Your nude bodies underneath the sheets create an intoxicating warmth. Soft skin being caressed from his hands starts to tingle. Chris trails the hand wrapped around your waist down. Passing your belly button, he starts to slowly circle your clit. A sleepy whine escaping your mouth makes his dick twitch. He needs to be inside of you. There’s nothing he wants more than to hear you cry out as he slowly fills you to the brim with his cock.

“—so warm, fuck,” he purrs.

Guiding his cock along your slippery folds, he lines himself up with your entrance. Hissing through his teeth, Chris wraps his arm back around your front. Using the angle, he pulls you against him, his cock digging deep inside of you with a slow and steady motion.

“Oh god,” he breathes.

Your body moves slightly. The intrusion feeling heavenly, but making your mind start to rummage to reality more.

Rocking his hips with a sluggish, lazy pace, Chris lets him groan right against your neck. The euphoria of pleasure is wavering your sleep. You don’t feel quite awake. It all feels so good—too good.

A muffled whimper vibrates through your lips as he plunges himself into your pussy again—taking his time to grind himself into you. “Oh—Chris,” you moan out.

Your hand clutches onto his forearm that pulls you impossibly closer against him, your back arching as his cock prods against just the right spot—the spot that makes Chris let out a dry laugh, rocking his hips a little faster. “Yeah? This okay? You—fuck, love my girls pussy. I…shit,” he seethes.

The quick nod of your head only encourages him. His arm around your waist pulls you even closer, making you take all of him to the hilt.

“—‘s deep, isn’t it? Yeah…you can take it, fuck—“ His hips rock with more urgency. The hand on your lower stomach glides downwards, his finger slipping through your folds before toying with your clit in small, tight circles.

The way your body squirms tells him you’re close. “Yeah? You’re awake now, hm?” he taunts.

Nodding your head furiously, you let out a strangled moan of his name as the pressure in your gut knots into a blissful, overwhelming wave of pleasure. “Fuckkkkkk, that’s it,” he praises.

"You---you feel s'good, I...fuck, keep suckin' in my dick. I----mhm, just like that," he soothes, kissing sloppily in the crook of your neck.

“My sleepy girl.” 

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Chris who wants to smother reader in kisses and cockwarms her because he’s just a clingy lil thing

Obsessive .ᐟ Chris needs to be as close as possible

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“Come closer.” Chris pleads, tugging on your hips as he pulls you tighter against his chest. He lets out a frustrated sigh. His eyes are squinted almost as if he’s in pain—and he is. No matter how close you were, it wasn’t enough.

You feel his lips plant soft, sloppy kisses along your neck. Your hand curls around, tangling in his hair as he hungrily devours your skin. The lack of clothes and sheets piled on top of your nude bodies made you very aware of the heat growing on your skin.

“Fuck….need you closer, baby. It’s—‘s not enough.” Chris rasps, his breath cascading over the wet skin of your neck makes your gut knot with anticipation. You can feel his dick prodding against your leg—sticky with precum and hard. “Can I…can I put it in?” he asks, his fingers sliding up, cupping the underside of your breast and he cradles you tighter.

“Mmmmm, Chris—you need to go to sleep though. You have an early meeting tomorrow—“

“I know, I know.” he interrupts. You feel his hand fiddle upwards, his fingers sliding over your nipple before gently rolling the sensitive bud. He laughs hearing a gasp fall from your mouth. “I just wanna be closer, sweetheart. That’s all. Promise.” he husks.

Your mind is losing all train of thought. His subtle touches are making it hard to focus on anything but his length pulsing against you—just inches away from the heat pooling between your legs.

“O—okay, but—“

“-nothing more ‘cause I gotta sleep. I love when you’re looking out for me, but fuck…” he husks, gliding his hand down your stomach before grabbing his length. A smirk covers his face as he watches you arch a little more—giving him the perfect view as he slowly slides himself inside of you.

“Fucccckkkkkkk, there we go.” he purrs, completely burying himself as he wraps his arm back around you, tugging you as close as possible.

A slight gasp purses through your lips. He’s so deep—you can feel every inch of him. “Chris.” The moan of his name is enough to make his hips rock in just the slightest. He can’t help it—not when you sound so heavenly.

“I’m sorry—fuck. You’re makin’ this so hard, baby. Shit.” he curses, biting into his lip as your walls tighten around him.

Reaching your hand back into his hair, you both take deep breathes, adjusting to the new sensations. “Are we close enough now?” you joke, your laugh getting cut off by him snuggling even closer to you—the stretch almost unbearable as you feel him reach deep inside of you.

Chris hums against your neck. He begins leaving the same sloppy kisses, grinning as you clench around him as he finds the sweet spot behind your ear.

“No.” he answers. “Never close enough with you.”

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Blurb of Obsessive .ᐟ Chris not wanting to share . . .

“Let’s goooooo,” Chris whines, whispering in your ear impatiently. More frustration rises in his chest as you, once again, completely ignore him. 

“Give it a minute, I don’t wanna be rude.” 

Your boyfriend is beyond done. He knows that even you don’t wanna be here, creating small talk with some of Nick’s friends in the living room before heading downstairs. They could yap for hours. The only person you were supposed to yap to for hours was Chris. At least that’s what he believed. 

Annoyance builds as Chris continuously gets more direct with his attempts of pulling you away. He’s never really just grabbed you by the waist and tugged you away, but he’s also never had to drag you away from talking with people. He knows it’s just because you don’t wanna be rude. But–he has no problem being rude. Not when it means he finally gets to be with you, not sharing you in the slightest. 

“Chris!” you shout in a hushed tone, your eyes going wide as he quite literally throws you over his shoulder, starting to walk down the stairs. 

“Bye guys, see ya later!” he shouts towards Nick’s friends, a slight bounce in his step while he huffs his chest with pride, his hand squeezing on your ass as he carries you down the stairs. “There we go. See–was that so hard?” he asks, kicking the door shut before tossing you on the bed lightly. 

Your body bounces from the gesture. The shocked look on your face only makes his smile grow–as if he’d done nothing wrong. 

“Chris—you just—-you literally chucked me over your shoulder and—”

“So whaatttt, can we cuddle now, baby? C’mon, please?” he asks. 

You wanna be mad. The embarrassment from his actions is making your stomach flutter with anxiety, but you can’t help but soften at the pout on his lips as he lays down on the bed next to you. 

“Fine.” you huff. 

Quickly scooting towards you, Chris lays his cheek on your chest. His hand wraps around your waist, sliding underneath your shirt and stopping right beneath your right breast. 

“You’re so needy, ya know?” 

Chris looks up at you, shrugging at your statement. “...and? You’re my girl, why do I have to share so much?” 

A/N: I know this is just a blurb but you guys wanted a Chris version of this fic so I hope you like!!!

ʚ with love and big tits, Rose ɞ

[bernardsbendystraws]

𝐨𝐛𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐯𝐞 ⟢ 𝐜𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬

headcannons (sfw and nsfw)

✧ obsessive chris who ⟢ cannot keep his hands off of you.

every single day, chris comes home with one thing on his mind -- you. he swarms into your shared room, his face falling as he sees the room barren. his senses perk at the sound of your humming coming from the bathroom, the door creeked open just a crack.

"baby?" chris asks, pushing open the door to find you doing your nightly skincare routine. you smile at him through the mirror, giggling as he comes up from behind you, nuzzling his face into your neck while hugging his arms around you.

"i'm almost done, sorry. just wanted to --." chris kisses your neck as you speak, cutting you off as he whispers, "don't worry. do whatever, i just...can i stay? really missed you. a lot."

✧ obsessive chris who ⟢ loves to practically attach himself to you.

"you're gonna kill her," nick spits, rolling his eyes as he watches chris sprawl himself on you, your body sinking deeper into the couch from the weight.

chris huffs, sighing as he pulls you closer. "is this comfy, baby?" he asks. you nod, combing your hands through his hair. chris stares at nick through the corner of his eyes, "great. so nick -- you can shut the fuck up and let me appretiate my girl in peace. thanks."

you laugh at his sassy tone, but you can't help from admiring how he snuggles his face even further between your tits. it's not even sexual, you can just tell he practically wants to live attached to your skin.

✧ obsessive chris who ⟢ adores having you sit in his lap.

the crave chris felt for you was lethal. he felt helpless without you, almost like his mind wouldn't let him focus until he could see, feel, and hear that you were okay. it was obsessive, but it was love.

chris sits at his desk chair, attempting to play video games with nick and matt. for some reason, this awful feeling sinks in his chest. it's like a timer going off, reminding him he hasn't touched you in too long.

turning his head over his shoulder to see you sprawled on the bed, he licks over his lips as he mutter the question with hope. "baby, will you -- can you please come sit in my lap? wan you closer."

dragging a blanket with you, you heart swells as chris pulls you on his lap, readjusting himself to fit you comfortably. immediately, he feels calm waves soothe his anxiety. the feeling of your fingers gently massaging on his chest nearly coax him to sleep, but his eyes snap open as he hears nick scream about needing help in the game.

✧ obsessive chris who ⟢ loves being able to tease you.

everywhere and anywhere. there's an unbeatable pride that consumes him when he sees how flustered you get at his touch. sitting in the resturant, he lets his hand slide up and down your bare thigh, pushing up your skirt under the table as you give him panicked eyes.

"you okay, sweetheart?" he asks, grinning sickly as he acts innocent. almost as if his hand isn't centimeters away from your dripping core.

swallowing thickly, you give a subtle nod, trying to maintain a straight face for the rest of the dinner as gently dashes his fingertips against your underwear.

✧ obsessive chris who ⟢ is nearly always turned on from just the sight of you.

showering together is always a routine. and obviously, you had to shower naked. time and time again, no matter how much time passes, chris's dick always gets hard -- especially when he gets to clean your tits extra nice, lathering soap like it's whipped cream.

you let out a snicker, feeling his hard length whip against your thigh, his eyes completley entranced by the sight of your soapy boobs in his hands.

"stop laughing," he mutters, not really sparing you much attention as his hands continue to gently massage the soap. "-can't help it."

✧ obsessive chris who ⟢ loves hearing you moan for him.

he doesn't care how hard he is. there's just something about the way you practically scream over just his tongue or just his fingers. he gets to observe -- analyze every twitch of your body, listen closely to the way you moan out for him.

"chris -- chris," you wail.

sweetly, he continues to spit all over your clit, taking his time as he lets you gain some sort of stability back. he knows he's being mean. he knows he's overstimulating you to the extreme, but he just can't get enough of the way you move and sound for him.

his fingers prod against your g-spot, his tongue flicking sloppily against your clit as he muffles words, "-shhhh, it's okay, baby. doin' so good for me."

✧ obsessive chris who ⟢ always wants to mark his territory, make you his.

hickeys are were it starts innocently. the subtle bruises and love bites make something inside him burn with passion. and in the bedroom...it only gets better.

"fuck, look at that," chris husks, his breathing uneven as he watches your body quiver from the aftershocks of such an intense orgasm. his cum spills out of you. the white, thick liquid oozing out of your hole.

he's hypnotized. he can't help but catch himself nearly drooling, seeing you look like you belong to him.

he's obsesed in every way.

[bernardsbendystraws]

✧ 𝐬𝐧𝐢𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐨𝐛𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬 𝐫𝐮𝐛𝐛𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐮𝐦 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 ✧

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"fuckkkkkk, look at that..." chris husks.

the lust in his eyes is hypnotizing. his cum was spilling out of you, drenching the sheets below. chris stands, spreading your legs as you lay near the edge of the bed.

you're dripping with him.

your sensative pussy is throbbing from stimulation. the after effects of your orgasm still making your thighs quiver as chris lets his hands glide up and down them soothingly.

"it's okay, just..." he can't help himself. his hands move out of instinct, lathering the thick cum back into your sobbing pussy, "--look so pretty like this," he says, nearly drooling as he continues to whisper to himself;

"-so pretty filled and covered with my cum, baby. so fuckin' perfect."