#theyluvpeach★

[theyluvpeach]

needy, needy boy

chris hates when you go out :(

warnings.ᐟ.ᐟ: sub chris. ( 🤸‍♂️🤸‍♂️) dry humping. use of ma/mommy n baby. coming in pants again. (SORRY.) thas it :)

You can see Chris staring at you in the mirror as you do your makeup at your vanity. The jut out lip, the crossed arms, the puppy eyes. It's making you feel about enough to the point of texting your friend to cancel.

You told him that you were going out, he can't get that mad at you. Well... "Do you really have to go?"

"Baby, I can't just—" You try to get out, Chris quickly interrupts you, standing up from his spot on the bed. "Well, can I come then?"

"Chris....you came last time." He whines, standing behind your chair. "C'mon, Ma, please—"

You spin around. "You're acting like I'm never coming back." He frowns. "You basically are." He mumbles. He's just too cute. The pouty lips, those puppy eyes, the whiney tone.....you're too weak for this.

"Don't go." He tries one more time, "Please....? I'll do anything just, please, don't go.'

And it works. You love it when Chris is like this. You pat your lap, "Cmere, Pretty Boy." He straddles you, sorta, your chair's a little cramped for two people. "I'm still going out." He whines, "All that beggin' for nothing?"

"Mhn....not for nothing." Your hands fall to his hips, massaging them. "Gonna make you feel good before I leave." He lets out a soft noise.

You can be a little late. You'll tell them you had to finish your makeup, which you do.

"Will that make you feel better, Chris? If make you come before I leave?" He nods eagerly, his hips bucking up to meet yours. You love how needy he gets for you. "Oh, Chris..." You coo, feeling him through his pants. "Is this why you wanted me to stay so bad? You were this pent up?" He moans, "Shut— shutup—" He hides his face in your neck.

"Leaving me all alone and makin' me do all the work—" He gasps roughly, grinding against you. "S- so mean to me—"

You could be meaner. You halt his movements by pushing his hips down. "Mommy—" He whines, lifting his face from your neck, giving you a view of the beautiful flushed boy in your lap.

"Please....Wanna cum." He tries to resume his rhythm but you just hold his hips tighter. "Been good, haven't I?" You press a kiss to his neck before removing his hips from your grasp, he immediately starts grinding against you again.

He starts to shove his face back into your neck but you stop him by pulling on his hair, “Wanna see your face when you cum.” He whimpers loudly, resting his hands against your chest. "H...help—" You thrust up, deciding to take pity on him. "Shhhh, I got you baby, I got you."

"Mama— I need— C-can I—?" He stutters out, getting interrupted by his own moans. "You cum, Chris." You say sweetly, watching the way his head falls back and his eyes roll back into his head.

He falls limp against you when he comes down from his high, nuzzling into your neck. "Thankyou..." He slurs.

You run your hands through his hair. You might have to cancel after all.

tags 𝜗𝜚⋆₊˚: @inspiredangel @whore4mattsturniolo @domizzzsstuff @sosasturns

[theyluvpeach]

six fit under by the weeknd.

toxicex!reader x toxictaken!matt blurb. ⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆ you just can't let him go.

warnings.ᐟ.ᐟ: dom to subby matt. meanish reader?? she knows it's wrong but she doesn't gaf. fem receiving. fingering. (matt the munch🙂‍↕️)

You shouldn't be here. You have one of the most important exams of your life tomorrow, but you here you are. At Matt's frat. You're steering away from every drink you're offered, every alcoholic game that your friends want you to play because you know what's gonna happen.

One way or another, you're ending up in Matt's room by the end of the night. You hate admitting it yourself, but he's your Achilles' heel. You can't stop yourself from giving into him.

You run one of your hands through your hair, letting out a deep sigh. "You good?" One of your friends asks, seeing the distressed look on your face. "Fine. I'm fine." You say, beginning to walk off towards the kitchen.

One shot won't hurt.

Five won't be that bad.

Ten won't lead to a terrible hangover. You can handle it.

You can't remember how many shots you took. All you know is that frat boy who said he could take more shots than you is probably throwing up.

You're stumbling off to the bathroom when you realize that you left your phone somewhere in the kitchen, you groan. You just need to check how your makeup looks and maybe pee, then you'll be back in there.

You stumble back as someone bumps into you. "The fuc—?" As soon as you look to see who bumped into you, his cologne fills your nostrils.

"Matt." His name files out of your mouth before your brain can catch up with your actions. He looks you up and down, "You look good."

"I know." You say, "Where ya going?"

You raise an eyebrow. You both know that you know exactly where you're going, you know this frat like the back of your hand.

"Bathroom." You begin to walk again just for him to block your way. "Matt." You say sternly, searching his eyes for the reason he's doing this and you're met with lust. Pure lust.

"You should come to my room."

"I need to check my makeup." He rolls his eyes. "You know I have a mirror in my room." You know know that, you remember when you caught him fucking some girl in front of it.

"Need to pee too—" You try to walk off, but he grabs your wrist, "Come to my room."

"Matt." You say sharply. You're trying so hard to resist, trying so hard to get him to back off. "Please?" He says, low and whiney.

You bite your lip. "Will you finally leave me alone after?"

He nods.

"Fine. Move."

You can see him staring at you from the corner of his bed as you push up your lashes and bend down slightly to fix your dress as you fix your twisted bra. "You look good."

"I know." You repeat. "Like....really, really good." He stands behind you in the mirror. You didn't even hear the bed creak when he got up.

You barely have to blink before his lips are on yours. Your eyes flutter shut. God, how you missed the feeling of his lips against yours.

It's embarrassing how much you let him get away with. He picks you up and wraps your legs around his waist as he carries you over to his bed.

When he throws you on his bed, it's like deja vu, the good kind. A moment you wouldn't mind staying in as his chain dangles in your face, and your eye contact becomes sinful.

Until the thought that he has a girlfriend appears in your mind. You swerve his kiss. "I get you all the way to my bed, and you do thi-?"

"You have a girlfriend."

"Oh, c'mon—" He says, staring down at you with disbelief in his eyes. "Knees."

The way his body instantly responds to your command makes you smile. You wonder if his new girlfriend knows he has this side to him.

You sit up slowly, admiring the sight in front of you. She probably doesn't, the first time you tried to be in control Matt freaked the fuck out.

He stares up at you with those puppy eyes. He knows what those do to you. "You're terrible." It comes out way softer than you wanted it to but you can't think with the way he's looking at you.

He smirks. "You let me kiss you." You scoff and cross your arms. "Before I remembered you had a girlfriend."

"Don't you want me to fuck you?" He presses, parting your legs and pressing a kiss to your inner thigh. "Remember that time I fucked you so hard you couldn't go to class in the morning?"

You avoid his gaze. Your panties are soaked, to say the least. "Yeaaah, let's refresh that memory." His hands slip up to the hem of panties, "Couldn't move, had me carrying you 'round all day...Let's go back to that. Let me take care of you, baby."

His words are getting to you. Bad. You won't give in, you won't. You remember how your heart broke into a million pieces when you found out Matt was cheating on you. You won't do that to another girl.

Yet, you still let him slip off your panties. "Fuck, you're dripping, sweetheart. You were craving me, huh?"

You won't give in. You won't give in. Yet you make no moves to push him away as he presses soft kisses from your inner thigh up to your core.

Fuck it.

You pull his head back his hair, causing him to let out a whimper. "You're not fucking me."

"What—?"

You tug on his hair harder, making him whine. "You're eating me out." He eyes you with disobedience, "Do you seriously think you deserve think to feel good after what you did to me? You're lucky I'm even letting you near me."

The venom in your words is wounding, but he still doesn't think you're serious. "Y/n—"

You lean foward and tug his face to you. Making him let out the most pained sound you've ever from him. "One more fucking word Matt. One more word that isn't you saying yes, you're not even gonna get this. I'm gonna storm out of here, find your girlfriend and telling her what a fucking asshole you are." He gulps as you threaten him gravely, but the tent in his jeans gives off another emotion than scared.

"Th...that hurts." He whines. "What's it gonna be, Matt?"

"I'll...I'll eat you out." He mumbles. "Louder."

"I'll eat you out."

You finally let him go from the deathgrip you have on his hair. "Are you gonna be a good boy?" He nods eagerly. "Say it."

"I-I'll be a good boy for you... Mama."

"Good boy." The way his ears turn pink almost makes you feel bad for how mean you just were to him. Almost.

He wets his lips and leans in before licking at your clit, he eyes you. You tilt your head at him, knowing exactly what he wants. "Gotta do more than that if you want praise, baby."

He furrows his brows together. Matt slips his fingers inside you, making a scissor motion. You gasp at the stretch. You haven't been the most sexually active ever since you guys broke up.

"T...tell me I'm doing good, please?" He mutters against you, causing you to moan. You want to, but you'd rather see him needy and wanting.

You bite your lip and refuse to let out any moans as you watch the attention he's paying to your clit increase and feel his fingers reach deeper inside you. "Ma, pleasepleaseplease—" He mutters against you again, placing sloppy kisses down your pussy. "M being a good boy, isn't that what you wanted?"

You let out a loud gasp as he reaches that special inside you, "S-see— m making you feel good? Please?"

You can't take it anymore. Him thrusting into that spot repeatedly with his fingers causes you to fall flat against the bed. "Yeah— you're being a really good boy Matt— being ah— such a good boy for me—" You say, getting interrupted by moans. It only spurs him on more, making him latch onto your clit.

You practically scream. "Matt— matt— ohmy— Your back arches off the bed. "Please." He whines, taking a break from sucking your throbing nub. "Can you feel clenching down on my fingers."

"Wan' me to come for you—?" You choke out. "Please, Mama, been so good for you."

"Fuck—fuuuuck— baby, m coming!" You scream, coming all over his face. You whine as he spreads your legs wider to lap up your release.

You pant heavily as you come down from your high, squirming as you feel Matt still working in between your legs. "M..matt." You say weakly, he ignores you. Pussy drunk.

You pull him by his hair. He pouts, slowly pulling out his fingers. "Just wanna taste you." He says, hair sticking to his face from your release.

You smirk down at him. "Bet you're all hard from that, huh?" He nods slowly. "Tell you what," You sit up, "Make me come again, and I'll think about letting you fuck me."

The way he immediately tries to dive back into you makes you laugh. You have to throw your doggy something.

tags 𝜗𝜚⋆₊˚: @inspiredangel @whore4mattsturniolo @domizzzsstuff @sosasturns

[theyluvpeach]

black out.

chris takes care of you after you get a little too drunk at his frat ⋆ ★ dealer!reader x client!chris blurb!! pt 2 to your vibes are off :)

Since Chris was actually able to sleep last night, he's able to enjoy this party. He's not a huge fan of parties at his frat back to back, but when it's when of his favorite themes? Hell yeah.

Black Out is the simplest and funniest party theme ever, and since his entire wardrobe is already all black, he never has to go out and buy anything. The biggest thing he did to prepare for this party was trade his usual black shirt for a black tank top.

He was having a good time. Winning a few games of beer pong, losing a few of them, dancing with girls.

Then he saw you. He hates you immensely, really. Your mini black dress and star printed tights brought you so much attention that you might as well have dropped a metal water bottle in a dead silent classroom.

You make him wanna claw his heart out of his chest and blend it up. You, you're different from all the other girls. You give him a feeling that's unrecognizable while a heated kiss or even having sex with a girl does nothing for him. That's annoying as fuck.

He chugs down his beer as he watches you flirt with Aiden, one of his frat brothers. Whatever.

He's starting to think that he's the only one here who has common sense. You're actively stumbling and holding onto the wall to help you walk, and no one's helping you. He knows frat bro's are assholes, but what the hell?

He was going to send Matt to help you since you're friends, or Aiden even. All he is to you is a client, but again. Whatever. He can't find either of them. He hasn't been watching you or anything, but you are insanely hard to miss. He wonders how he failed to see you get this drunk.

He stares at you as you try to stumble to get to your destination. How is he supposed— "Matt?" You slur, turning your head towards him. "I've been looking for you all night." You throw yourself into his arms, he catches you. God, you're wasted. "Chris." He corrects you, staring down at your glittery covered eyelids. "You....you look a lot like Matt... right now." You tilt your head at him, "Triplets, remember?"

The gasp you do is adorable enough to make a smile end up on his face. "Ohhhhhhhhhh," You drag out. "I forgot." He changes the topic. "You're wasted."

"Yeah."

He rolls his eyes. "You come here with anyone?"

"Mh....." He watches as your eyes unfocus. "I.... don't think so." You're unbelievable. "You don't think so, Kid—?"

"Remember...walking here.....I think." You stutter out. He can't believe you're real. "From where?"

"My apartment." You say, giving him an intoxicated smile. "You don't look too happy with me."

"The closest apartments to campus are a ten minute walk. We started this thing at seven o'clock, are you fuckin' stupid? Why would you walk here—" He watches your eyebrows furrow before you drunkly attempt to push him away. He holds onto you harder. "M not stupid." You mumble, "My truck doesn't work."

"You still shouldn't have—"

"N my roommate doesn't like parties, and her boyfriend drives her around every where—" You interrupt, "It's not safe to walk around at night—"

"N, I don't think she really likes me anymore cause' I think she found out that I sell drugs—"

"Kid—"

"M not stupid." He huffs, "Yeah, but it's not—"

"I didn't have a—" He slams his hand over your mouth. "You're not stupid, okay? You're really smart, and you know what really smart girls do? They give me her phone so I can call their roommate and tell them you're staying here tonight." He watches you blink at him. Once, then twice. "Staying.....here?"

"I just got my car cleaned, I'm not giving you the chance to throw up in it."

"Oh...... My phone's dead."

"You remember her number, right?" He removes his left arm, that's wrapped around you to reach into his back pocket for his phone. "She changed her number cause' she was getting too many spam calls n I can't remember it."

What the fuck.

Chris leaves the whole calling your roommate problem for later. Right now, he's focused on you and carrying you to his room. After he's done, he's gonna pray that Matt isn't in the middle of a heated make-out session and can hopefully help him with you.

"You better not throw up." He says, finally opening the door to his room that ends your treacherous journey. "M not, I promise." You mumble, "Off—" You say, starting to slip off the straps of your dress.

He doesn't really understand what you're talking about until he turns around from closing his door, "Woahwoahwoah— Kid—" Luckily, he only sees you start to pull it down. He quickly covers his eyes. "You can't just strip!"

"But I'm uncomfortable!" He hears you whine, "I'll get you something to sleep in, alright?— Just pull your dress back up!" He quickly picks out a hoodie from his closet, when he turns around and finds you face planting on his bed is when he notices the zipper on your dress.

"Kid."

"Mhnfp..?" You let out a noise that gets muffled by his bed sheets. "There's a zipper."

"Oh." He watches you sit up and grab at the back of your dress, attempting to pull at the zipper. "Can't." You whine. "Chris..?"

He swallows and drops the hoodie he picked out for you on his bed. He shifts closer to your spot on the bed, moves your hair out of the way, then unzips your dress. Giving him the perfect view of the mini angel wings you have tattooed on your back.

His heart physically hurts. "Thanks." You mutter, not caring that your dress just fell off your body in front of him, thank God he's facing your back side.

"Hoodie." He reminds you, you slip it on, and turn around towards him. "Gonna go get Matt n were gonna get you water and—" His words die in his throat as you pull off your star tights. "Ah."

"Itchy." Is all you give as an explanation before you're crawling up to where his pillows are and hide yourself under the covers. He's so happy his hoodie covers your ass.

"You're not gonna throw up in my bed, right?" You shake your head into his pillows, "Kid, I swear—"

"I promise!— I'm not gonna throw up in your bed." He watches you curl yourself into a ball, "Night, Chris." You say sleepily, falling asleep immediately.

He observes you for a moment, taking in how cute you look in his hoodie. "Night, Kid."

tags 𝜗𝜚⋆₊˚: @inspiredangel @whore4mattsturniolo @domizzzsstuff @sosasturns

[theyluvpeach]

there's such a drought of sub chris around here what's up with that

[theyluvpeach]

why are you guys in my house omg.... i guess the ppl love sub chris...

tugging.

you tug a little too hard while playing with your boyfriend's hair :(

warnings .ᐟ.ᐟ: sub chris. (i have AN ITCH.) hair pulling kink. coming in pants... use of baby once.. thas abt it

"That hurts!"

You sigh as you press another kiss to the pained boys' scalp, "I know, I know, but you keep moving."

"Sorry." He whines, trying to stop his squirming.

You love playing with your boyfriend's hair. Simply just running your hands through it or just putting it into little buns, his hair is the perfect length for it. Unluckily, he's tender headeded. He can't help but wiggle and groan whenever you tug at it—But since you like doing it so much, he lets you. You're in his bed trying your hardest to finish these buns. It's less tension than the braids you tried to do earlier.

You tug a piece of hair through the hair tie a little harder than you'd like to admit, and you know exactly what's coming. A whine, a groan—

"Mhnf..." A needy low sound slips past the boys' lips. You blink once—twice—three times, before you realize what you heard. "Chris?"

"H.. huh?"

"Did you just moan?"

He scoffs. "Wh- what...? No? What are you talking about?" You can't see his face because you're kneeling behind him, trying to put his hair into buns, but you can hear him blushing through his voice. You tug again. Harder than before.

"F..fuck." He mewls. A sound you've never heard from him. "You're moaning."

"Just... just a little bit." You smirk. "I thought you didn't like it when I pulled your hair." You yank his hair towards you, causing him to face you.

You can see the flush on his face clearly now, he's so cute like this. "Ah—! S..sometimes it hurts but this time it—" He interrupts himself with another moan as you pull his hair. "F-feels good—"

The sight is too cute. Your boyfriend becoming putty in your hands all because you're pulling his hair.

"Oh, Chris.." You coo, eyeing the bulge in his sweats. "Got all hard just from me pulling your hair, huh?" He bites his lip as he nods, embarrassed. "Yknow....I bet you could cum, just like this. Just by me pulling your hair."

His eyes widen. "What— what? N-no— I—" The gasp that exits his body as you tug his hair makes your core ache. You let go of his hair and push him down by his chest, "I bet you can, Chris. Don't you wanna make more of those pretty noises for me?" You tilt your head at him. "B... but I need your hand." He mumbles. "Oh c'mon, you don't need my hand." You straddle him, "You just need me to make you feel good, and I'm doing that, aren't I?"

You tug harder than you ever have before, making Chris let out the most pathetic yet hottest sound you've ever heard from him. His eyes roll back. "Fu—fuck— shit—!"

"See? Don't need me to touch you down here," You teasingly trace the outline out of his bulge through his sweats, making him cry out. "Just need me pull your hair a little bit."

His hips lift off the bed. "N-needa cum— Baby, please I needa cum!" You tug his hair one last time. "Cum for me, Chris."

"Fuccccck— fuckfuckfuck!" He crys out as he comes, louder and harder than he has ever had before. You lean down and capture his lips, trying to avoid a noise complaint.

A string of saliva connects you as you pull away.

"Y... you're so mean." He whines, covering his face.

no tags cause i wrote #forME.

[theyluvpeach]

champagne ﹠ sunshine by plvtinum.

client!chris can't help but think about dealer!reader... in inappropriate ways.

warnings .ᐟ.ᐟ : pervy chris, male masturbation, ive never written smut before but i was feelin freaky idk.

He groans as he rubs his length. You're a parasite is what you are, invading his mind like a damn disease.

He almost moaned your name earlier when he was fucking some other girl, what you've reduced him to is embarrassing. But he can't help it, you're a sight for sore eyes.

He just wants to know how hard he'd have to work for it—or if you'd just let him get away with it, letting him pin your hands above your head and him having his way with you.

He doesn't really care which one it is. He just wants to fuck you. Needs to fuck you.

"F-fuck—" He moans at the thought of you finally letting him sink into you after begging on his knees for 30 minutes. God, you're terrible. You've got him turned on at the thought of him begging for you.

"C-come— needa— ple-please?" He pleads. Even though you're not there, even though it's just him alone in his room rubbing his cock messy of his pre. "S-shit-! Shit!" He lets out a loud whine, one that leads to his back arching off the bed, his eyes rolling back, and come spurting all over his chest and sheets.

He pants as he comes down from his orgasm, and that's when it settles in. That he's never come like that. That the whole reason he came like that is because of you. He came at the thought of you being an asshole to him.

He groans, wiping his come stained hand on his sheets. You're a big problem that needs to be solved.

tags ⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆: @inspiredangel @whore4mattsturniolo @sosasturns @domizzzsstuff

[theyluvpeach]

introducing toxicex!reader!

some way by nav n the weekend. psychology major. rockstar girlfriend type beat. marlboro reds. thorned roses. smart ass. red eye liner. pure seduction by victoria secret. yearner even though she doesn't seem like it. sliver jewelry always. giant boobs even smaller heart. 22. you hate matt so much you wanna fuck the shit out of him, is that so bad?

introducing toxictaken!matt!..

coming down by the weekend. frat boy. fuck boy. certified lover boy. you deserve no one but him. you're the only one who can put him in his place. chronic cheater. dusty blue new balances. 21. ralph lauren polo black. possessive. calvin boxers. lip stick marks on his clothes. instigator. you belong to him, can't you understand that?

[theyluvpeach]

blurb draft just didn't save.

[theyluvpeach]

CAN PEOPLE PLEASE WRITE MORE SUB CHRIS I AM STARVING VICTORIAN CHILD THESE ARE MY LAST DYING WORDS.

[theyluvpeach]

sneak peak even tho there's no peak cause i haven't written anything yet...

[theyluvpeach]

have to do my hw......

[theyluvpeach]

you guys should give me blurb ideas for dealer!reader n client!chris..... totally because im bored and not because i don't wanna do my homework....

[theyluvpeach]

how this toxictaken!matt blurb has me

ALMOST DONE.... UGH WHATEVER

[theyluvpeach]

lowk working on both but which one do u guys want first

[theyluvpeach]

going to start tagging my stuff like this.... ERM does anyone want a tag cause m done with my dealer!reader x client chris blurb !?

[theyluvpeach]

chris has the perfect hair to tug and pull on while he's eating you out n im never gonna experience that