#chrizz

[hollandsangel]

sometimes chris says stuff and i just think to myself thank god he’s pretty

[pouring-rains]

sweet

cw; fluff

summary; clingy!chris coming home to his gf after a long day of filming.

You were laying in Chris’s bed lazily scrolling on TikTok waiting for him to come home, currently he was out with Nick and Matt, they had a few business deals to settle, before filming tonight so Nick would have time to edit their video before posting tomorrow.

You heard the front door open from downstairs and realized Chris was home so you waited patiently for him to make his way upstairs.

After a short while Chris bedroom door creaking open, his eyes shooting to yours as he quickly shuts the door and makes his way over to you, crawling onto the bed and immediately latching his arms onto you, pulling you into him for a tight squeeze, his head lying flat against your chest.

“Everything alright, baby?” You ask while massaging your nails through his hair while he lays on you.

“Yeah m’just tired, today was long, and I missed having you with me.” He says, mumbling the words into your chest, while trying to nuzzle closer into you.

“You want to put a show on or something?” You ask, but he sakes his head no, “just wanna lay here with you, I missed you.” He mumbles.

You look down at him with pure adoration as you grab a blanket and throw it over the two of you. You continue playing with his hair until he falls asleep on you, exhausted from his day at work, you kiss his forehead goodnight and fall asleep with him.

@ari-hey

[humanbeingwhoexistsonearth]

[chrisbendmeovernow]

THIS WAS NOT ON MY TO DO LIST TODAY 🧍🏽‍♀️

(not complaining tho 🤷🏽‍♀️🥰🥰)

[faithlia]

i wanna be that elefant

[stardustmf444]

[chriseatingmeoutin4k]

just so you know it was me that squirted in his eye not bugspray so yeah🫣🤭

[billieslimbo]

CHRIS?!?!?!?!??! PLEASE I WOULD LIKE SOME OF THAT ON MY-🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🧎‍♀️‍➡️🧎‍♀️‍➡️🧎‍♀️‍➡️🧎‍♀️‍➡️🧎‍♀️‍➡️

[sturniolotwins]

he’s so bf 🥹

unbelievable bf chris content. i’m sick. 🤧

[tiredsurvivoronmain]

Not the Chris he was expecting...

Part 2

[hollandsangel]

love love love "chris can't sleep alone" shit

it makes me so emo

SAME

whenever you guys would have big group sleeovers you best Bet he's sleeping next to you on the giant floor bed you all made

but he just sleeps so much better when someone is there, especially you bc he loves to snuggle and hold you really close, his face literally smushed against you

you know how cats will crawl on top of you and fall asleep on your head? there have been quite a few mornings where you wake up with chris quite literally on top of you and even when you push him off so you can breathe he scooches closer and tosses an arm around you in his sleep

[kaciidubs]

hi hi hi!!! today i offer to you: inexperienced!puppy!chan who's so so so eager to learn everthing you teach him. like imagine teaching him how to fuck you properly and he excels at it but in true chan fashion he has NO idea how crazy he's driving you. like imagine him burying his fingers deep into you, finding your sweet spot without even trying and moving his fingers in such a way that has your toes curling and back arching. and then he asks in the most sweet and innocent voice, "is this how i should do it? am i doing it right?" also puppy!chan (or any kind of chan for that matter) THRIVES on your praise so call him your good boy once and he's doinh everything you tell him to. like just imagine training puppy!chan how to pleasure you and he takes in that information in SO quickly and applies it so quickly too. i'm just–yeah🥴

Hi hi, my darling! Puppy! Chan gets my gears going, but inexperienced puppy! Chan?? Yeah, this is a need. ❣ Word Count: 1.8k ❣ Warnings: Puppy Switch! Chris, Switch! Reader, fluff, smut, Dom/Sub dynamics, guided sex, praise, open ended ❣ Additional Tags: Chan is referred to as Chris, Channie, Baby, Puppy, Reader is referred to as Baby, Love

Chris was a pleaser in every sense of the word, and you were no exception - if he could do something to make you happy, he'd do it in the blink of an eye.

So, when it came to the concept of being intimate with you, he was more than willing to start from ground zero; learning what touches made you shiver, where you liked being kissed, and how he could get you to melt into him without even getting your shirt off.

Through this experience you happened to learn that he was very eager to be bossed around - brown eyes watching you intensely as he listened to every syllable that left your lips, directing his body to do as you said like the good boy he was.

Of course, he had needs of his own - ways he wanted to see you fall apart that haunted his waking thoughts like a beautiful nightmare.

"I... I'd really like to finger you, love."

You had to stop yourself from lovingly laughing at his timidness, clocking the blush on the tips of his ears from a mile away - ever the earnest lover.

"Okay, baby - want me to show you how?"

With his eager nod more than sufficient for confirmation, you tossed your phone to the side and began setting the stage - your bed - for his personal lesson.

"I'm sure you don't need a formal introduction to my pussy, do you?" You giggled as you laid on the bed, a pillow propped under your head for support as you watched him wiggle his way between your spread legs.

If there was a way to describe his face during moments like this, it would have to be awe inducing - no matter how many times he'd seen you naked, intimately or in passing, he looked as if his world had stopped and you were the only person that mattered.

He chuckled softly, shaking his head as slightly faded orange curls brushed his forehead, "No, I don't." Parting your folds with his index and middle, a shiver ran down his spine at the faint shine of your arousal, "Hi, beautiful."

Within your time together, he was considerably acquainted with your cunt - keeping his head between your legs for so long you could still feel the phantom touch of his tongue days later - but he was insistent on taking things slow so he could treat you the way you deserved when he had the proper chance to, and you weren't complaining at all.

Where he wanted to learn how to pleasure you in ways that didn't directly involve his dick, you wanted to see just how well he would put his lessons to use down the - unknowingly short - line.

It didn't take long for the slow, languid curls of his tongue, and the subtle pressure of the tip of his nose bumping against your clit, to have you melting like an ice cream cone on a hot summer day.

"Y-You can start using your fingers if you want, baby," You breathed, threading your fingers through his hair, your nails lightly grazing his scalp earning you a low groan in return.

Chris pulled away a second later, looking up at you with lust blown eyes, "Are you sure?"

"If you don't use yours, I'm gonna use mine, Christopher."

Taking your threat to heart - and pocketing it for a future session - he dragged his index finger through your spit-slicked folds before gently prodding at your slit.

"Tell me-"

"-if it hurts, I know - it's just the first finger, it'll be fine."

And you were right, his finger parting your walls with ease due to how wet you were already - the both of you letting out matching sighs of relief and awe.

"You're so warm." He seemed to talk more to himself than to you as he slowly pumped his finger in and out, eyes trained on the way his skin shined with your arousal.

If this were the past you would've been embarrassed from the intense stare and almost curious prodding, but with Chris things were different - you welcomed the curiosity sprinkled into his tone, and the awe that sparkled underneath the warm adoration he exuded.

"You know," you hummed, easily catching his attention, "instead of using your index finger, you can use your middle and ring fingers, puppy - it's more comfortable that way."

Nodding dutifully, his finger left you slowly, only to be brought up to his mouth and slip past his plush lips.

Sure, you've seen him lick your arousal from his lips plenty of times before, but watching the pure euphoric flutter of his eyes as he sucked his finger clean had you clenching around air - he was going to be the death of you, and you could only imagine how it would be when you two finally took it to the next level.

He released his finger with a satisfied moan, "Have I ever told you how fucking delicious you taste?"

A teasing smile curled your lips, "Hm, once or twice."

"Well let's make it three times," bringing his hand back to your pussy, he traced his fingers around your entrance once more, "you taste delicious, baby - I don't think I can survive without it at this point."

You wished you could attribute the roll of your eyes to his dramatics, but as his thick, knobby fingers stretched your walls, your head fell back against the pillow as a moan floated past your lips.

Even with just two fingers he was able to reach spots you could just barely get to on your own, and this fact alone had you twitching in anticipation.

"Should I..." Chris licked his lips, mesmerized by the snug fit on his fingers within you, "Can I keep going?"

"Yeah, yeah- god, it feels amazing already."

Soon his fingers were gliding in and out of you at a decent speed as he got used to the motion, going faster as your breathing picked up before slowing down just as your moans became frequent - continuing this dance of push and pull that kept you in a delicious limbo.

A particular curve of his fingers on an outward drag had your hips jolting, a shocked gasp breaking through a breathless moan.

"Oh- Fuck!"

"Are you okay?"

Your eyes snapped open, looking down to shoot him a confused look until you were met with innocent worry - he hadn't done it on purpose.

"I'm- I'm okay, you just- Ah!"

Despite his apparent worry, the movement of his hand didn't stop, and you were yet again subjected to the graze of his fingers against your g-spot.

"I found it, hm?"

You could only reply with frantic nods, melting against the sheets as he kept his pace steady with the occasional curl of his fingers to keep you on your curled toes.

"B-Baby, faster."

"Faster?"

Feeling the bed shift slightly, his lips left a fleeting kiss on the inside of your thigh before you felt his body partially hover over yours; lips now seeking home on the crook of your neck.

This reprieve was short lived as his rhythm sped up without warning, your back arching as moans vibrated your vocal chords. Your hands scrambled for purchase on the t-shirt he shockingly kept on, gripping the cotton in your fists.

"O-Oh my god, Chris!"

His panted breaths rolled along your neck while muted grunts caught against your skin; the sounds of your breathless moans and slick squelches of your arousal filling his ears.

"You can- Fuck- U-Use your thumb to rub my clit, puppy."

"Yeah? But I won't be able to go as hard..."

"It's okay - please, I just need more, baby."

Pulling his head from your neck, he took in your fucked out expression as he stilled his hand to press his thumb against the small bundle of nerves, rotating in small circles just like he usually did with his tongue.

When you flinched he pulled away, the beginnings of an apology forming on his lips until you stopped him in his tracks.

"No, no - you're doing great, Channie, just - not too hard, and move your thumb a little to the left."

He nodded, adjusting his thumb with a tilt of his head, "Right here?"

A small giggle escaped you, "My left, puppy."

Noting the blush darkening his ears, he made the change yet again and the result was more than he could've ever expected; your pussy clenching around his fingers as your eyelids fluttered, a familiar haze fogging your eyes.

"Like this?" He mused, curling his fingers in a 'come hither' motion for additional stimulation, "Am I doing it right?"

You keened, tears of pleasure stinging your eyes as you nodded, "M-Mhm, you're doing s-such a good job, puppy- Oh, fuck- you're amazing, baby."

His heart swelled at the praise - much like his dick currently confined underneath his boxer briefs - and he focused his efforts on adding minute thrusts of his hand while keeping up the flicks of his thumb.

Unfinished sentences fell from your lips like breaths of air, a jumble of praises and half-baked thoughts breaking up whimpers and moans that you had no intentions of holding back.

"You're so pretty like this," he breathed softly, drinking in the furrow of your brow, the faint glisten of drool at the corner of your lips, "fucking beautiful, baby. You're squeezing my fingers so tight - you're close, yeah? Gonna come for me?"

You made a noise, something you hoped was a sound of agreement underneath the endless whimpers of his name.

Chris leaned down to brush his lips against yours, a soft, tender motion that had your heart soaring and your orgasm rocketing you into outer space without so much as a warning.

Your back arched as you pulled at his shirt - at this point, you'd be surprised if it hadn't torn from the force - as your cum soaked his fingers and the curve of your ass.

His hips bucked against your thigh, moaning against your mouth as he fingered you through your high with gentle strokes.

It didn't take long for you to come back to your senses, a breathless laugh shaking your shoulders while you released your death grip on his poor wrinkled shirt.

"You... You are way too good at that," blinking up at him, you narrowed your eyes playfully, "are you sure you haven't fingered anyone before?"

That wonderfully high pitched, squeaky laugh escaped him, "I swear I haven't!" Slowly pulling his fingers from your fluttering walls, he made a show of licking the pads, "I guess I'm just a fast learner, you know?"

Grabbing his wrist, you slipped those same fingers into your mouth, moaning at your taste around his digits and licking them clean before releasing them with a soft pop.

"In that case..." You lifted your leg slightly, brushing your thigh against his hard on with a sly grin, "Can you teach me how to use my hands?"

[unedited]

[faithlia]

I would give my ass just to have this man whispering in my ear

[subskz]

just walk with me on this one. minho with dollification. you're making him sit still while dressing him up and he's not allowed to move or make a sound obviously beacause dolls can’t move. BUT! but. here's the catch. you have a vibrator in his butt. so poor baby is turned on and his dick is leaking and he's sure that soon the skirt that you made him wear(yes he's wearing a skrit. yes he's not wearing anything underneath.) is going to be wet with his arousal. but you ignore it and he can’t make a protest because he's just your doll. and you're sitting on his lap doing his makeup while minho's trying not to squirm. but you being you(evil) ignore his suffering and turn up the vibrator to the highest setting while sitting. right. on. his. dick. and the thin fabric of the skrit is doing very little to stop minho from feeling you. so obviously he can’t stop his little moans from escaping no matter how hard he tries. and you decide to let him go because he was being such a good doll. and minho's trying so so hard not to move, not to mess up but he can only take so much. and when you grind down on his dick while the vibrator is still in his ass, still at the highest setting, he can't help but flich a little. and that cause your hand to slip, causing the lipstick to smudge. minho looks at you in fear because he broke the most basic rule. "and here i thought you were being a good little doll, min." you say, your smile dark and minho knows he's in for a long night.

JADBUSKAIDFHDBSJOWUTBFKSIWDGDJJSNWKDJFHDJSISD I AM UNWELL. LOOK AWAY. DO NOT PERCEIVE ME.

my dear rae…pretty doll minho getting his makeup done in a skirt…i will RUN w you on this one

at first he thinks he can take it no problem bc he’s sooo confident in his ability to mask all his reactions and facial expressions, he’s no stranger to that when he always uses it as a tactic to get under your skin, after all. plus it’s secretly the perfect excuse for him to bask in all your attention without having to pretend he doesn’t like it for once hehe. all he has to do is stay still, be quiet, and look pretty for you. but what he doesn’t anticipate is that evil lil twist of you straddling him, sitting directly over his dick to make the stimulation from the vibrator a million times more torturous each time you shift in your spot and add a friction that makes his stomach clench. he presses his lips together, face heating up in horror when he can feel his precum seeping through the flimsy material of his skirt, and he knows you can feel it too. he can’t help but rub his thighs together a bit when the stickiness starts to drip down them, and that’s just results in you turning the vibrator setting higher as punishment for him moving without permission <3 he feels like he’s on fire when you make a playful comment abt how wet he is~

all your cooing over how pretty he looks as you apply mascara to his long lashes and apply blush to his already flushed cheeks starts to get to him, and combined w the vibrations getting stronger and stronger inside of him and your grinding in his lap, even he can’t hold himself together anymore ): the helpless sputter he lets out as he bucks suddenly under you would be so cute…and so would his big, wide eyes darting up at you in panic when he realizes what he’s done. he bites back another whine when you simply wipe away the smudged lipstick and start to reapply it…every time he moves and messes you up is another round of getting edged

[chriseatingmeoutin4k]

would you guys read a mile high chris fic? (if you don’t know what that is it’s being freaky on a plane)

ps. i already started writing it and it was supposed to be a one shot since it’s my first fic but it’s already 1.4k words and i’m only halfway done

and btw most of the beginning is introducing them and the plot (and some fluff ig)

[hanjisungs-bigtittyg0thgf]

hehehehehe hi alura🥰 <-------- me, about to be completed deranged

so you know how hongjoong's such a jealous guy right? now imagine him trying to flip the tables on you and make YOU jealous. but you see right through it, of course you do. imagine him flirting with the waitress while you're having dinner together and you were going to just let it go at first cause you know that he's just doing that to rile you up. but then, the waitress starts flirting back. oh no. you simply can't have that can you? and so you get up and drag hongjoong to the restroom and hongjoong's smriking cause now he's riled you up AND he get's fucked. and he's still wearing that shit eating grin when you pull his trousers down and rub your hand over his dick. or maybe finger him. whatever. anyways hongjoong's getting lost in the pleasure fast but he's still trying to keep his voices low. and that pisses you off more. you want everyone to know that he belong to you and so you tell him that if he suppresses his sounds, you're not gonna let him cum. and he immediately starts moaning your name loudly, even as his ears turn red. of course he does, what a slut. but you're going to let him off hook that easily. so as soon as he's going to cum, you stop and pull your hand away. ignoring hongjoong's dumbstruck expression, you sweetly mutter something about how your food must be here already and that he must be so hungry, let’s go eat dinner. and you walk back proudly, hongjoong scrambling to follow you. the waitress doesn't look at either of you again for the whole time you're in the restaurant. and you both get back home? let’s just say things get very interesting

"but mommy that's not fair!" he'd whimper as you tuck him back in his pants. but who ever said anything about playing fair?

"oh did i say i'd let you cum? my bad. you're not getting off for a long while, baby." you'd give his dick a little pat and then it’s off to the table to endure what is probably the most awkward dinner anyone in that restaurant has ever experienced. but the embarrassment is far outweighed by the satisfaction of knowing you’ve made it clear who owns him.

the whole time you’re eating, you can feel him lightly kicking at your shins to get your attention but you don’t give in, knowing what he really wants is for you to play with him under the table. even during the drive home, he’s insufferable. he keeps begging to be touched and tries to grab your hand while he’s driving but you simply swat his thigh and he knows he’s in for it the second you enter your apartment.

from there, he’s babbling apologies and begging to touch you, defending his request as “a chance to make it up to you” when you know all he wants is for you to get just worked up enough to let him off the hook. so you ensure that the rest of the night is torture for him.

“you wanna cum? fine then. i’ve made you wait long enough.” he babbles out his thanks but it quickly turns to begging for mercy when you refuse to let up with a sadistic grin. “stop? but it’s what you wanted baby.” you pout. “i’m gonna make sure you get what you want until the sun comes up.” and for some reason, it terrifies him in the best way.

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hey babe what the fuck 🤠 dunno if that’s directed at me or you but you know

thanks for that mental image, rae. i’ll be dreaming of it.