summary: valentine’s day with toxic!fwb!chris

cw: smut, public, fingering, squirting, light choking, oral(f! receiving), borderline orgasm torture, overstimulation, crying, established safeword!! (reader begs chris to stop at a point and he does not. they have a safeword that is not used.)

wc: 5k+

part of the toxic!fwb!chris series but can be read on its own

“got you something,” chris says excitedly, wiggling his eyebrows at you as he turns to face you in the drivers seat, the car finally parked in a spot outside the restaurant. “you did?” you ask, a smile forming on your face to match his own excited one.

he nods, turning his body to grab something out of the backseat. he comes back with a small gift bag and places it on your lap, sitting back into his own seat. “happy valentine’s day,” he beams, but there’s a twinkle in his eye that makes you apprehensive.

“thanks,” you say slowly, reaching in to pull the tissue paper out of the bag, revealing a small, unmarked white box inside. you grab it and toss the bag back to the backseat, eyebrows drawn together in slight confusion. a gasp leaves your lips as you open the box, revealing a pink vibrator tucked away inside. “chris!” you scold, your head whipping up to meet his that glimmered with mischief.

“what?” he asks, his perfectly aligned teeth on display as he grinned widely. “I think it’ll go great with your outfit.” chris reaches forward as he speaks, fingers gently tucking some hair behind your ear, revealing how red the skin was from the way you blushed, your cheeks covered by makeup.

you pull the vibrator out and set the box down, turning it in your hands to admire it. it had a side that clearly slipped inside for internal stimulation, and a tail that curled up to rest perfectly on your clit. you’d seen it in porn before, but never experienced it. “you want me to wear this tonight? right now?” you ask, your eyes flitting up to meet his. he nods, tongue slipping out to wet his lips.

“yeah. washed it for you already,” chris winks. he nods his head towards your lap where your dress rode up on your thighs. “c’mon, put it in. wanna see if you like it.”

you look down at your lap, then back up at chris. “i’m not wet,” you tell him in an obvious tone. “I can’t just put stuff inside me, chris.” he rolls his eyes at your comment before quickly leaning over the center console to plant his lips on yours, catching you by surprise. you melted into the kiss instantly, one hand coming up to rest on his bicep, the other still holding onto the toy that patiently waited to be used.

chris’s other hand that isn’t supporting him reaches down and shoves your thighs apart, forcing your dress to ride up even higher. you let your legs spread, shifting your ass on the seat to give him better access to what he’s looking for. his fingers trail up your inner thigh until they rest on top of the thin fabric covering your core. his fingers slid between your folds, gently circling over your clit, pulling a small moan from your lips. “this is mean,” you mumble against his mouth, fingers gripping his bicep a bit harder.

“why?” chris asks softly, pulling your panties to the side to press the pads of his fingers against your clit that was slowly begging for more attention. “because you’re just doing this to get me wet, not to get me off.” he laughed and moved his face into your neck, kissing the skin gently and inhaling to get a whiff of your perfume that he loved so much.

“you can cum as many times as you want tonight,” he says, his grin evident in his voice. “i’m not stopping you i’m just… warming the engine.”

you groaned softly as his fingers worked against your skin, your head falling back against the headrest behind you, eyes fluttering shut as you focused on the way he was making you feel. “fuck, chris,” you sigh, starting to grind your hips into his hand.

“there you go,” he encourages you, pulling his face away from you to let his eyes take in your blissed out expression, chest rising and falling faster with every breath as you started to get more and more turned on. he watched the way you gripped onto the handle of the door, using any leverage you could to push down onto his fingers. “please, just give me one, let me cum once before we go in.” you begged, voice high pitched and whiny.

chris smirked at your pleas and moved his fingers down towards your entrance, finding that they slid easily from the growing wetness forming. he pulled his hand away and reached for the toy you had set down, bringing it back to your soaking heat. you pulled your head up and peeled your eyes open at the lack of contact, but you let a small gasp leave your lips when you felt him slowly pushing the head of the toy inside you, nestling against your g-spot. chris watched as it slipped inside and cozied into place, the other end of it resting on your clit snugly. “perfect,” he grinned, pulling your panties back where they belonged.

“chris,” you huffed in annoyance, looking up at his smug face. “what?” he asked, smiling wide. “our reservation is for right now! gotta go inside.”

chris taps your thigh gently before pointing to your dress. “you should pull that down before you get out.”

once you guys are settled into your booth towards the back of the restaurant, which chris told you he specifically requested, you realized that the toy inside you was just resting there completely unmoving, and it made you nervous. you knew it had to have some sort of remote, and the idea of chris turning it on at any given moment made you anxious and excited all at the same time.

“what are you gonna drink?” chris asks casually, popping his head up from his menu to peer at you, noting how you shifted in your seat awkwardly. “probably just a vodka cran or something,” you respond, meeting his gaze. the way you looked across the table at him spoke a thousand words, but one thing you desperately tried to convey without speaking was begging chris not to catch you by surprise too much.

you’re about to speak again when the waiter comes up to you, a sweet looking boy around your age who genuinely seemed excited to serve you both. he introduced himself and asked what you’d like to drink, and you failed to notice chris’s hand holding his phone under the table and the small smirk slowly forming on his face.

“can I have a-,” you start to speak to the waiter in a soft tone, but you cut yourself off with a small gasp as you start to feel the hum of the vibrator nestled inside you, causing you to jump slightly in your seat. “you okay, baby?” chris asks sweetly, reaching a hand over the table to rest on yours, faux concern laced in his voice.

your eyes dart up to glare at him, but the sight of him across from you looking so worried and thoughtful only made the sensation between your legs feel more intense. “y-yeah, sorry,” you chuckle, looking back up at the waiter. you finally order your drink and let your gaze fall on chris as he orders his, mind racing as you think of all the things you’d rather be doing with him right now.

“chris,” you scold once the waiter is gone, and his attention is drawn to you once again. he hums in response and you take note of the way his hand is still under the table when the vibration intensifies, causing your knees to come together tightly. “fuck,” you choke out, dropping your head down to hide your face.

the way you’re sitting causes more pressure on the toy inside you, pressing it up against your walls perfectly and forcing the outside into your clit even tighter. your breathing is already affected by the feeling, small, short breaths pulling in through your nostrils. “how’s it feel, baby?” chris asks in a low tone, leaning over slightly to get a better look at you.

“good,” you choke out, hands gripping at the bottom of your dress tightly. “i’m already gonna cum,” you warn him, your voice quiet but clearly whining out your words. “just be quiet, yeah? can’t let everyone know how good i’m making you feel without even touching you.” is all chris says before turning the vibration up even higher.

you’re stuck alternating between your jaw going slack and your teeth clenching together as your orgasm hits you, your first orgasm, thighs trembling under your hands as you do your best to suppress any noises that were threatening to slip out of you, knuckles turning white from how hard you were gripping your dress.

when the crashing waves of your climax finally subside, your chest is still heaving from the aftershocks as you pick your head up to look at chris, your eyes glazed over as they meet his dark ones, clearly satisfied with your state. he’s turned the vibrator down to a low rumble, a hum that’s not overstimulating you too uncomfortably.

“this is awful,” you tell chris, voice slightly strained as you try to gather yourself again. “really?” he asks, tilting his head to the side cockily. “i think it’s fucking amazing.”

you roll your eyes at his comment, about to retort something snotty back when your waiter comes back again with the same wide grin on his face, ready to take your food orders. thankfully chris orders for the both of you, knowing you hadn’t even looked at the menu, and he spares you the embarrassment of turning the toy buried inside you on again.

the peace doesn’t last long, though, and you can see the look in chris’s eyes when he slowly starts dragging his finger up on his screen, intensifying the buzz between your legs. “chris,” you warn, shifting in your seat slightly, which proves to be a huge mistake when it nestles the head of the toy perfectly against your g-spot, making your eyes widen. “do not turn that up,” you hiss at him quietly.

“turn it up?” chris asks stupidly, a disgusting smile blooming on his face. he was enjoying this way too much. he does as he says, turning the vibration up even higher, and you can’t help the small squeak that leaves your mouth at the feeling. this was going to have you tipping over the edge in no time, your stomach already tightening with need.

“chris,” you try to say through clenched teeth, but it comes out as a whine, your eyebrows drawing together as yet another orgasm starts to build up. you feel the familiar build up of a stronger release and you’re squeezing your legs shut even harder as you try to resist it, biting down on your lip so harshly you’re surprised you’re not bleeding.

“you’re doing so well,” chris whispers across the table, leaning closer so you can hear the words he’s speaking. you want to yell at him for feeding into your slight praise kink, knowing that it makes you that much hornier and needier. “chris, this is bad,” you tell him, voice breathy as you keep eye contact with him.

he just smirks more, reaching forward to tuck some hair behind your ear. “i bet you taste so good right now,” he says softly, eyes roaming over your face that was twisted up in pleasure. “you’re soaked, aren’t you? not even gonna be able to get up without leaving a wet spot on the seat.”

“shut the fuck up!” you hiss out in a choked whisper, but his words already got to you and you’re shaking once again, hands coming up to clamp over your mouth as small whimpers start to pour out of you. “shhh,” chris hushes you over the table. “those sounds are for me only, remember? can’t keep making you feel good if you can’t be quiet.”

you peer up at him through your lashes, eyebrows tight as you rip your hands from your mouth. “turn it off,” you say hurriedly, reaching one hand down between your legs to try and pull it off slightly to relieve some of the stimulation. “chris, now.”

he listens just in time, chuckling softly at your insistence. “you okay?” he questions, bringing both hands up to where you can see them and you finally let out a small breath of relief, knowing he couldn’t turn it up if you could see both of his hands.

you suck in a deep breath and run a hand through your hair nervously, glaring at the man in front of you that looks far too pleased with this situation. “chris,” you snap. “we have to stop. if i cum again i’m gonna…” you blush deep red as you talk, not even wanting to say it out loud. “i could barely hold it off this time.” this is where maybe you made the mistake in telling him this instead of just lying and saying you weren’t having a good time and wanted to stop.

truth was, you didn’t want to stop, not when it felt so good, but you knew if he brought you to the brink one more time there was no stopping the floodgates. he knew it, too, and by the mischievous look on his face, you knew you were about to leave this restaurant soaked.

your food comes shortly after and surprisingly chris actually lets you enjoy it, at least until you’re halfway done and deep in a conversation with him about some nonsense he really couldn’t care less about, but he was nodding along like it was the most interesting thing in the world, his attentiveness distracting enough for you to not notice his hand slip under the table again. your words caught in your throat as you feel the buzzing sensation start to pick up again, your grip tightening on your fork.

a look of amusement blooms on chris’s face as he sees your reaction and your stomach burns from how tight it’s been contracting and decontracting all night. you set your fork down as gently as you can and grab the cloth napkin on the table, wrapping a fist around it and pulling it up to your lips, pressing it against your skin a little too roughly, trying to ground yourself.

you know this third orgasm is going to hit you like a truck and there’s no way chris was going to stop, not when he knew how close you were to falling apart and making a mess of yourself across from him.

“chris!” you squeak out, legs pressed together as tightly as you can manage. your eyes are locked with chris’s across the table and his expression is full of hunger, wanting nothing more than to bend you over this table and fuck you for everybody to see. he knew you had to be so wet at this point, slick enough for him to slide into you with ease, his mind running wild at the thought of how good you probably tasted.

your third climax slams into you and it was just as strong as you expected, if not stronger, your eyes rolling back in your head as you pressed the napkin into your mouth, biting your knuckle around it to try and keep quiet.

it was overwhelming how hard you came, body trembling uncontrollably, and you tried to hold it off, really you did, but even as you clenched your knees together, it couldn’t stop your body from falling apart. at first it was just a small, concealable gush that streamed from your pussy, something you could’ve easily hidden by simply sliding across the booth to absorb the liquid, but chris knew your body better than anybody and he was one sick fuck when it came to shit like this, so when the vibration inside of you and resting against your clit turned up even higher, you knew you were fucked.

your orgasm felt never ending when the sensation intensified, every part of you shaking as a steady stream of liquid started to flow from between your legs, soaking your skin and the seat beneath you. it felt good, better than getting off in public should ever feel, and when you were finally able to refocus your eyes on chris, still dripping messily, he lost his composure.

chris wasn’t worried about the unfinished food, hurriedly dropping two crisp hundred dollar bills on the table before he stood up and walked next to you, reaching for your arm to pull you out of the booth and onto your feet where you could hardly balance. he grabbed the cloth napkin from your hand and threw it on the seat where you just were, trying to cover the puddle you’d left behind before dragging you out of the restaurant and through the parking lot where you stumbled behind him.

“i-it’s still on,” you whimpered helplessly as he practically carried you to his car, feeling beyond overstimulated at this point. “i’ll take it out,” chris tells you as he opens the door to his back seat and shoves you into it, climbing in behind you and slamming the door shut.

he keeps his promise, manhandling you onto your back and shoving your dress up, practically ripping your thong off of you and pulling the toy out. you let out a soft whine of relief but that feeling is short lived when he pushes your back up against the door and spreads your legs, dipping his head down between them to attach his mouth to your drenched core, letting out a low groan when your taste finally floods his senses.

you cry out as his mouth latches onto your swollen, sensitive clit, your head falling back against his blacked out window and your hand coming up to grip his hair, stuck between pulling him closer and pushing him away.

“chris, i, ngghh, hurts, you gotta stop,” you tell him, but your hands are still laced in his hair and you’re not pushing him away so he takes this as an invitation to slide his two middle fingers inside you, the glide taking no effort from how wet you were. the intrusion made you arch into him, neck exposed as your eyes clenched shut and your head tilted back.

it was overwhelming, every part of your skin feeling like it was on fire from chris’s touch, senses bordering between pleasure and pain dangerously. if there was one thing chris loved as much as actually fucking you, if not more than that, it was eating you out.

he never had a problem with eating girls out, and he was damn good at it, but something about eating you out specifically always had him straining against his pants, threatening to cum untouched just at the way you whimpered and squirmed underneath him.

everything about you made him buzz in excitement, from the way you said his name to the way you trembled from his touch and it made him want to do anything he could to make you feel good.

the sounds filling the car were nothing short of lewd, slurping and whining filling the confines of the four doors as his mouth worked on you relentlessly, his fingers slipping in and out of you in tandem.

your thighs were shaking, body beyond overstimulated from the three orgasms you’d already had in the restaurant, fingers gripping roughly on his hair, not even caring about how hard you were pulling as moans slipped from your lips with every breath you exhaled. “chris, it’s too much!” you cried out, voice ending in a broken sob as tears filled your eyes and slipped from the corners.

your heels dug into his back roughly, almost like your legs were trying to push him away while your hands pulled him closer, your mind completely torn. you’d been pleasured to the point of crying before, multiple times by chris, but never to this extent, never to where you didn’t even know what you wanted.

chris pulls away with a deep breath, giving your clit a break as he stares down at you to soak in your fucked out expression. the way your neck was flushed red, your hair tousled and messy, the tear tracks running down your cheeks, it all just fueled his desire for you. “fuck, you look so good like this,” he praises, using his free hand to tug the collar of your dress down so your tits popped out of it, leaning his head down to kiss over them and the sweaty skin of your chest.

“you were made for this, huh?” chris breathes into your neck, tongue lapping at the skin for a moment before sucking it between his lips, drawing a low groan from your throat. he’s still fingering you as he marks you up, claims you as his, wanting nothing more than to see you fall apart. “made to just lay here and take whatever i give you. you’re so good at it, too. c’mon, baby, you can give me another one, can’t you?”

as he hovers above you, you reach your hands to grab onto his biceps, nails digging into his skin roughly as you shook underneath him, body shaking uncontrollably as he inevitably starts to draw a fourth orgasm out of you.

you were lightheaded at this point, barely able to focus on anything whenever you opened your eyes, but you knew you were safe here with chris and could lean into the moment and everything that came with it.

you’re whimpering and whining with every breath, trying to focus your eyes on the blue ones peering down at you, your whole face scrunched up in pleasure as you finally meet chris’s gaze, almost feeling overwhelmed at the sight of all of the emotions that reflected in the way he stared at you.

“you okay?” he asks in a soft whisper, and it knocks the wind out of you the way he asks. so sweet and tender, so caring. he’s still guiding his fingers in and out of your slick heat, the sound reverberating off of the car walls, but his voice is quiet, a stark contrast to the way he was making you feel.

you nod your head quickly at him, letting your eyes flutter shut again as your stomach tightened, body starting to jerk in anticipation. chris didn’t like this response, adjusting his knee on the seat to hold him up before he brought his left hand up to your throat, gripping onto it and shaking you slightly to grab your attention. you let out a soft gasp and rip your eyes open again, meeting his.

“use your words, baby, tell me you’re okay, tell me how good i’m making you feel. let me hear that pretty voice,” chris demands, staring down into your eyes, gaze dark. you choke out a whine at the request, mind racing as you wonder how you got lucky enough to get sucked into a situation like this.

“i-i’m okay,” you force, words feeling foreign on your tongue. “promise, feels so good, thank you.”

chris grins at this, satisfied at how raspy and tired your voice was, knowing it was all from him, knowing he’s the one that made you feel this good. he leans down and presses his lips against yours, hand still gripping onto you tightly, like he didn’t want you to forget who you belonged to.

you tried to kiss back as much as you could, but once he pulled his fingers out of you and quickly started rubbing them back and forth on your swollen, sensitive clit, your jaw dropped open as you cried out, yet another climax taking over your body.

the way your fluids sprayed out of you was inevitable at this point after all the orgasms and stimulation, but it shocked even you as you squirted all over chris’s arm, shirt and even some on the back of the front seat and window. he didn’t seem to care about the mess, continuing to rub your clit fervently to coax as much out of you as he possibly could, relishing in the way your body shook beneath him.

he mumbled quiet praises to you until he slowed his hand down, rubbing his soaked fingers along your thigh as he gave you a second to calm down, releasing his grip on your throat.

“givin’ me everything tonight, huh?” chris murmurs in your ear, kissing down your jaw softly. you’re still a whimpering mess, thighs shaking as you try to catch your breath.

he’s painfully hard, cock straining against his black slacks as he patiently waits his turn, more interested in making you fall apart than getting himself off, but now he knew you were at the end of your rope, close to tapping out and begging him to tuck you in and let you sleep for the next twelve hours.

once you had mostly caught your breath, chris sits up on his knees and unbuttons his pants, only pushing them and his briefs down far enough for his dick to spring out, his tip red and leaking, desperate for some attention. “please let me fuck you,” he breathes out, leaning back over your body to kiss you messily, hands trailing over your waist, your thighs, anywhere he could touch your skin. “need to feel your pussy around me, been waiting to be inside you all night.”

you were beyond sensitive at this point, not even sure if you could handle intercourse anymore after how many times chris has already made you cum just from the toy and his fingers, but the way he begged so sweetly in your ears had you nodding your head instantly and reaching a hand down to stroke him a few times, pulling a low groan out of chris’s mouth.

“okay,” you agree, guiding him towards your entrance with your fingers. “fuck me, chris, wanna feel you so bad. fill my pussy up, please, need to feel your-“ you’re cut off as you gasp loudly, chris pushing in and fully sheathing himself inside of you, buried to the hilt in one movement.

the glide was effortless, your walls drenched from the last hour of pleasurable torture. chris buries his face in your neck and moans loudly against your skin, the contact between your bodies finally relieving the excruciating pressure in his lower half.

“oh my god,” he groans, eyes clenched shut as he tries to will himself to not cum right then and there. “pussy was made for me, huh? juuust for me to use whenever i want however i want.”

chris draws his hips back before snapping into you again, eliciting a loud mewl from your lips. you felt every inch of him sliding inside you, nerve endings on fire as he continued to pleasure you after all this time. you were so sensitive that even his pubic bone landing on your clit had your toes curling, but the way he sounded moaning and whining into your neck had you weak for him, willing to let him use you for his own pleasure.

he’s mumbling into your neck, barely even aware of the words he’s speaking as he picks up a steady pace working inside you, cock dragging deliciously along your walls. your hands slide up his wrinkled button up, grabbing onto the skin of his waist and pulling him in with every thrust, your breathy moans filling the air.

it’s not going to take long for chris to finish, not when he’s been making you feel good all night, but when his stomach starts tensing up and teasing the beginnings of a release, he gets the sick idea to make you cum just one more time that night.

as if to not alert you to his plans, he keeps up his pace as he reaches a hand behind himself on the seat to grab the toy he’d used on you all night, pressing a button to be able to control it manually. you only hear the low buzz for a split second before he’s pressing it up against your abused clit, drawing a choked sob from your throat.

“fuck!” you cry, tears instantly filling your eyes again at the sensation. “you got it,” chris soothes, cock dragging in and out of you.

your nails are digging into the skin of his back, clawing roughly as you arch into him, throat exposed as you lean your head back against the door. the veins in your neck are straining as your breath catches, unable to breathe from the way he was making you feel.

chris felt a surge of pride as your thighs started to shake on either side of him again, the mixture of him inside you and the vibrator pressed snugly against your clit slinging your body towards a fifth and hopefully final orgasm. as you sucked in a loud gasp and tightened around chris, he pressed his face into your bare chest and let out a primal groan as he came inside you, his own hips stuttering messily.

he’s breathing heavily into your skin while you’re trying to catch your own breath, his hand dropping the toy and sliding up your waist to hold you on either side.

chris slowly kisses up your chest until he reaches your neck, pulling away to peer down at you, letting out a small chuckle when he sees how wrecked you look. you had black tear tracks running down your cheeks, splitting the foundation you’d applied, revealing your flushed skin underneath it. the area surrounding your eyes were completely smudged from how hard you were clenching your eyes shut and your lipstick was smeared from when he kissed you.

chris thinks you’ve never looked prettier.

“you okay?” he asks you again, reaching a hand up to move some hair from your face that was stuck down from sweat. you nod your head immediately at his question, smiling shyly. “i’m okay. that was… really fun.”

chris agrees, leaning down to press a gentler kiss on your lips before he sits up on his knees and pulls out, grinning at the whine you let out at the feeling of him slipping from your walls. “sorry for the mess,” you mumble, slightly embarrassed. he just brushes it off, tucking himself back into his pants. “already have an appointment to get it detailed tomorrow morning,” he tells you, meeting your gaze again to send a wink your way.

“you’re fucking ridiculous,” you huff, pulling your dress back up over your tits and the hem down to cover your lower half, though what you really needed right now was a towel and a change of clothes.

“and you love it,” chris says with a smirk, leaning back down to hover over you again, his face inches from yours. “you love me.”

maybe confessing to chris was the dumbest thing you’ve ever done in your life, but the twinkle of hope in his eyes has you thinking maybe he’s not far off from feeling the same.

a/n: a man that yearns is a man that earns.

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FUCK I NEED HIM

CHEATER CHEATER . . . PUSSY EATER ?

The suitcase slipped from your fingers, landing with a dull thud against the hardwood floor. Your heart pounded in your ears, the moans echoing down the dimly lit hallway making your stomach twist into a sick knot.

It was late. Past midnight. You hadn’t even told Matt you were coming home early, wanting to surprise him after your work trip had been cut short. Three days. Three fucking days early, and this is what you come home to?

Your fingers curled into fists as you stormed down the hallway, the moans getting louder with every step. The door to your shared bedroom was slightly ajar, a faint, flickering glow seeping through the crack. Your mind was racing, every worst-case scenario hitting you all at once.

Matt. In your bed. With someone else.

The girl’s high-pitched cries sent another sharp pang through your chest. You didn’t recognize the voice, but it didn’t matter.

Bile rose in your throat.

Three fucking years.

You shoved the door open, already bracing yourself for the worst—for Matt’s horrified expression, for some half-naked girl scrambling under the sheets, for the complete and total destruction of your relationship right in front of your eyes.

But that’s not what you saw.

Instead, Matt was slouched against the headboard, bare chest heaving, his cock twitching in his hand as he stared at his phone screen. Alone.

Your heart was still hammering, your breath still ragged as you processed the scene. Matt, blinking rapidly in confusion, jerking upright the moment he realized you were standing in the doorway. His phone fumbled in his grasp before the screen went black, and he hastily yanked a pillow over his lap like a teenager caught in the act.

“Jesus Christ!” he gasped, eyes wide. “What the fuck are you doing home?”

For a moment, you just stared at him, chest rising and falling with the force of your adrenaline. The room still echoed with the sounds of the porno—some dramatic, exaggerated moan ringing out before Matt frantically hit the volume button, effectively silencing it.

Then, the reality of what was happening finally sank in.

“You—” You exhaled sharply, a half-hysterical laugh bubbling up from your throat as you pressed a hand over your face. “Are you fucking serious right now?”

Matt, still caught between shock and embarrassment, scrubbed a hand over his face. “What the hell is wrong with you?You scared the shit out of me!”

“I scared you?” Your voice rose an octave. “I thought you were cheating on me, Matt!”

His eyebrows shot up. “Cheating?”

“What the hell else was I supposed to think?” You threw your hands up, your heart still racing, blood still hot from the blind fury that had propelled you into the room. “I walk in and all I hear is some bitch moaning like she’s dying—”

Matt groaned, dragging the pillow higher up his lap like it could somehow shield him from the entire situation. “Oh my god.”

Your mouth opened, then closed. Now that the initial rage had worn off, you were left standing there, exhausted, overwhelmed, and, honestly, kind of confused.

“So what?” you said, narrowing your eyes. “You just—” You gestured vaguely toward him, still trying to process the fact that you had just caught your boyfriend jerking off. “You couldn’t wait three more days?”

“I didn’t know you were coming home tonight!” Matt shot back defensively, his face still burning red. “What do you want me to do, put my dick in storage until you get back?”

“I don’t know, Matt, maybe not blast it at full volume like a goddamn IMAX movie?”

“It wasn’t that loud!”

“It was fucking loud enough to hear from the front door!”

Matt groaned again, tilting his head back against the headboard with a long, suffering sigh. “Jesus.”

The room fell into silence, except for the distant hum of the city outside. You stood there, arms crossed, the weight of your suitcase still digging into the back of your mind, while Matt sat there, still clutching the pillow like a lifeline.

Finally, you exhaled, rubbing your temples. “This is not how I expected my night to go.”

Matt peeked at you, lips twitching. “Yeah? What were you expecting?”

“I don’t know,” you muttered, suddenly feeling stupid. “Maybe a cute little reunion? You’d be all excited, we’d cuddle, maybe I’d let you rail me into next week.”

Matt made a pained noise, squeezing his eyes shut like he was physically holding himself back from combusting. “You cannot say shit like that while I’m still hard.”

Your lips twitched. “That sounds like a you problem.”

“Oh my god.”

You finally let out a laugh, the tension in your chest easing as the absurdity of the situation caught up with you. Matt groaned again, rubbing his face, and you stepped forward, climbing onto the bed beside him.

“So…what were you watching?” you asked innocently, peeking at his phone.

“Absolutely not,” Matt said immediately, shoving it under the pillow.

“Come on,” you teased, nudging him. “If you’re gonna cheat on me with your hand, I at least deserve to know what kind of competition I’m up against.”

“Not a chance.”

“Let me guess—Furries?”

Matt shot you a look. “Do you think I hate myself?”

You snorted. “Taboo?”

“Absolutely not.”

“So, lesbians?”

Matt groaned and dropped his head onto your shoulder. “Can we not?”

You hummed, fingers threading through his hair, nails scratching lightly against his scalp. Matt’s breath hitched, his entire body going still against you. Even with the pillow clutched desperately over his lap, there was no hiding how painfully hard he still was.

“Seriously, you’re not gonna tell me?” you murmured, tilting your head to brush your lips against his temple.

Matt exhaled sharply through his nose. “Yeah, not a fucking chance.”

You smirked. “That’s fine.” Your hand slid down, nails trailing over his bare chest, feeling the way his muscles tensed under your touch. “I was just gonna suggest we recreate it. Y’know, make it a little more immersive.”

Matt groaned, squeezing his eyes shut. “You are evil.”

You giggled, shifting closer until your thigh brushed against his. The heat radiating off of him was scorching, his body coiled tight with restraint. You could feel the way his fingers flexed against the pillow like he was fighting every instinct screaming at him to grab you instead.

“Well? Are you gonna just sit here and suffer, baby?” you taunted, voice sweet as you traced slow, teasing circles.

Matt inhaled sharply, and then, in one swift motion, he tossed the pillow aside and grabbed your wrist, yanking you into his lap. You gasped, hands splaying against his bare shoulders as your knees bracketed his hips.

“You think this is funny?” Matt’s voice was low, rough, his pupils blown wide as he glared up at you.

You bit your lip, feeling his cock twitch beneath you. “A little.”

Matt’s grip tightened around your waist, his fingers digging into your hips as he tilted his head back against the headboard, exhaling through his nose like he was trying to hold himself together. His jaw was tense, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed hard, but his hands were anything but still, roaming up and down your sides like he couldn’t decide if he wanted to punish you for teasing him or worship you for coming home early.

“You’re annoying ,” he muttered, but there was no real heat behind it—just a breathless kind of awe, like he still couldn’t believe you were actually here.

You grinned, rocking your hips just enough to feel the rigid length of him pressed against you, still achingly hard. “That’s what you get for trying to replace me with your hand.”

Matt groaned, dropping his head back against the headboard. “Oh my fucking—”

Before he could finish his sentence, he moved—flipping you both over so fast you barely had time to yelp before your back hit the mattress. The world spun for half a second, and then Matt was above you, caging you in with his forearms bracketing your head, his weight pressing deliciously against you.

“-God. You think you’re so funny,” he rasped, his nose brushing against yours, his lips barely an inch away.

You swallowed, your pulse pounding in your ears as his body heat consumed you. “I know I am.”

Matt rolled his eyes and let out a soft, breathy chuckle—then he was kissing you, slow and deep, his lips molding against yours like he wanted to drown in you. His hands were everywhere, skimming down your sides, slipping beneath your shirt to press against your bare skin, like he needed to feel every inch of you to make up for the time apart.

The need in his touch sent a shiver down your spine, and when he pulled back, his pupils were so blown out they nearly swallowed the hazel. “Missed you so much,” he murmured, his breath warm against your lips.

Your chest tightened. “Show me.”

That was all it took.

Matt’s lips trailed down your neck, his mouth leaving open-mouthed kisses along your collarbone as he worked his way lower. His hands pushed your shirt up, and you lifted your arms to let him pull it over your head before he did the same with your shorts, tugging them down your legs in one smooth motion.

He groaned at the sight of you—just a soft sound in the back of his throat, but it sent heat pooling between your legs. “Fuck, baby,” he muttered, pressing his lips to your stomach as he slid lower. “Been thinkin’ about this all week.”

You shivered as he kissed just above the waistband of your panties, his fingers curling around the fabric before tugging it down. “Hurry up,”

He paused for a moment, giving you a look that had your own cheeks heating up as you huffed and looked away before he continued. The second you were bare beneath him, Matt’s breath hitched, his hands spreading your thighs apart as he settled between them.

“So beautiful” he murmured, pressing a soft kiss to the inside of your thigh. “ always so fucking beautiful “

You can’t help the small whine that falls from your lips, your fingers tangled in his hair, your breath catching in your throat as he dragged his lips up, his nose brushing against your soaking cunt before he licked a slow, teasing stripe through your folds.

A gasp left your lips, “Oh-..” your hips arching off the bed, but Matt’s hands were already pressing you back down, keeping you in place.

“Stay still,” he murmured, his voice dripping with heat. “Gonna me take care of you.”

Then he was diving back in, his tongue curling around your clit in slow, torturous circles that had your toes curling. He ate you out like a man starved, like he’d been deprived of you for far too long and was determined to make up for every second.

Your fingers tightened in his hair, thighs trembling as pleasure coiled hot and tight in your stomach. “Matt,” you gasped, your voice breaking on his name.

He hummed against you, the vibrations sending another jolt of pleasure through your body. His hands slid beneath your thighs, tilting your hips up as he buried his face deeper, licking and sucking like he was trying to ruin you.

You were already close, your body arching, your breathing uneven as Matt worked you closer and closer to the edge. His lips wrapped around your clit, his tongue flicking just right, and the coil inside you snapped, pleasure crashing over you in waves.

Your vision went white as you came, a choked moan escaping your lips, but Matt didn’t stop. He groaned against you, his hips rutting against the mattress like he couldn’t help himself, desperate for friction. The realization sent another rush of heat through you, and you reached down, threading your fingers through his hair to pull him up.

His lips were slick and swollen when he looked at you, his pupils blown wide. “Kiss me please,” you whispered.

Matt surged up, pressing his body against yours, his cock hard and aching between you. His lips crashed against yours, and you could taste yourself on his tongue, the need in his kiss making your head spin. He shifts a little so his cock hits your inner thigh and with a low groan, he thrust against you—and the moment he did, his body stiffened, his breath hitching as he moaned into your mouth. His hips jerked against yours as he came, the tension finally snapping, and the sound that left him—deep, breathless, wrecked—was enough to send another wave of pleasure through you.

For a few moments, all you could do was lay there, tangled together, panting in the aftermath.

Then Matt looks at you, a small frown on his face before he spoke,

“Did you really think I’d cheat on you?”

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──── ⋮ ⌗ PHONE SEX. . . ⟢ BF.ᐟCHRIS ᵎᵎ

The time difference truly made everything harder.

Chris had been in Milan for nearly a week now, and you swore the hours stretched longer each day. You missed him in ways you couldn’t even put into words.

It was late—later than you should’ve been awake—but sleep didn’t come easy without him. Instead, you were sprawled out on your bed, legs spread, fingers buried knuckle-deep inside yourself as you chased the relief you’d been needing all day. The vibrator was too much, too impersonal, and it wasn’t what you wanted. What you wanted was Chris—his mouth, his hands, his cock stretching you open the way only he could.

You had one of his hoodies pressed to your face, inhaling the faint remnants of his cologne as you fucked yourself slow, curling your fingers just right, pretending they were his. The images in your head were crystal clear—Chris hovering over you, voice thick with sleep, murmuring against your ear as he filled you up.

Then your phone buzzed.

Your stomach flipped as Chris’s name popped up on the screen. You froze, fingers still deep inside your cunt, the heat in your belly twisting at the sound of his voice—low, groggy, and laced with sleep.

“Hey, baby,” he mumbled, voice hoarse from sleep.

Fuck. That alone almost made you whimper.

You swallowed, trying to steady your breathing as you shifted slightly, refusing to stop the slow drag of your fingers. “Hi,” you whispered, trying not to sound as desperate as you felt.

Chris sighed, and you could hear the rustling of sheets as he shifted in bed. “You’re still up? Thought you were gonna try to sleep early tonight.”

You hummed, biting your lip. “Tried.”

He chuckled softly. “Yeah? What’s keepin’ you up?”

You clenched around your fingers at that, heart hammering as you squeezed your thighs together, trying to fight the overwhelming urge to whimper. “Just missing you,” you admitted, voice soft and breathy.

Chris groaned, and fuck, even that was enough to make your toes curl. “I know, baby. Miss you more. Feels s’weird not havin’ you here.”

You nodded even though he couldn’t see you, hand working faster between your thighs as you listened to him talk, the deep sleepiness of his voice making everything so much worse.

“Today is gonna be long as fuck,” he continued, still completely oblivious to what you were doing. “Photoshoots, meetings—shits getting dragged on forever. Barely gonna have time to eat.”

You weren’t even processing his words, just the sound of his voice—the way it rumbled in his chest, gravelly and deep, each syllable sending another pulse of heat between your legs.

You tried to stifle the whimper that slipped past your lips, but it was useless. Chris stopped mid-sentence.

Silence.

Then, “Ma.”

Your breath hitched.

“You touchin’ yourself right now?”

Your fingers stalled, caught.

Another pause, then the sound of an incoming FaceTime call.

“Pick it up.”

Your body burned as you scrambled to accept the call, the screen flashing to life with Chris’s face. He was laying in bed, hair a mess, lips parted slightly as his hooded eyes locked onto you.

You could see the moment he took in your state—the flush of your skin, the way your fingers were still buried between your thighs, the hoodie of his you were practically drowning in.

His jaw clenched. “Lemme see, baby.”

You didn’t even hesitate, angling the camera down so he could see just how soaked you were, how your fingers glistened with slick as they moved.

Chris let out a sharp breath, his own hand disappearing beneath the sheets. “Fucking hell—You that needy for me, huh?”

You nodded, lips parted, breath heavy as you slowly dragged your fingers out of your cunt, spreading yourself for him. The camera caught the way you glistened, dripping down onto the sheets beneath you.

Chris cursed under his breath, grip tightening beneath the covers as his eyes stayed locked on the screen. “Shiiiit, look at you,” he rasped, voice still thick with sleep. “You been fuckin’ yourself to my voice this whole time?”

You swallowed hard, fingers teasing over your swollen clit as you let out a breathy, “Mhm.”

His jaw flexed. “You’re a filthy little thing, aren’t you?”

That sent a full-body shiver through you, heat curling in your stomach as you let out a whimper. Chris didn’t even look tired anymore. His eyes were sharp, dark, locked onto the way your fingers slipped through your wetness.

“Keep goin’, ” he murmured, shifting in bed. The rustling of sheets, the slow drag of his hand beneath them—you knew exactly what he was doing. “Nice and slow f’me. Wanna see how you play with that pretty pussy when I’m not there.”

Your hips jerked at his words, at the rasp in his tone, deep and thick and lazy with lust. You obeyed, circling your clit with slow, teasing strokes, spreading your legs wider so he could see everything.

Chris exhaled sharply, the camera barely steady in his grasp. “Jesus fuckin’ Christ,” he muttered. “Wish I was there to taste you. Bet you’re so fuckin’ sweet right now.”

You moaned softly, pressing down harder, pleasure twisting deep in your gut. “Chris…”

His cocky smirk flickered across the screen, but it didn’t last—he was too far gone, jaw tense as his hand moved beneath the covers. “That’s it, keep sayin’ my name like that.”

You whimpered, fingers slipping lower, dipping into yourself before dragging back up to rub slow, tight circles against your clit. “Chris, I want you so bad,” you confessed, voice shaky, needy.

Chris groaned, the sound wrecked, needy. His free hand pushed the sheets down just enough to show you the thick, hard outline of his cock beneath his briefs. “Yeah? Miss my cock that much, Ma?”

“mhmmm—Need it,” you whimpered. “Wish you were here to fuck me. Wanna feel you stretch me out, wanna feel you ruin me.”

Chris let out a guttural sound, gripping himself through his briefs, squeezing hard. “Fuuuuck,” he muttered, his breathing ragged. “Pull your legs up, Show me how deep you can take those fingers.”

Your body burned at the command, the rough edge in his voice making you clench down around nothing. You obeyed, bending your knees, spreading wider as you slid two fingers back inside, gasping at the stretch.

Chris’s eyes darkened. “Goddamn,” he murmured. “Look at that greedy fuckin’ pussy.”

Your head fell back against the pillows, legs shaking. “S’not enough,” you whined.

Chris bit his lip, his hand moving under the camera again. You could see the subtle movements of his strokes, slow and teasing. “I know, baby,” he cooed, voice dripping with heat. “You need me to fuck you open, don’t you?”

You moaned, thighs trembling, fingers curling deep inside you. “Yes.”

Chris exhaled sharply, his grip tightening. “Wish I was there. Wish I was right between those thighs, fuckin’ you slow ‘til you’re cryin’ for it.”

Your whimper was immediate, high-pitched and needy as your fingers curled deep inside you, but it wasn’t enough. It would never be enough.

Chris must’ve sensed it, because his voice dipped even lower, rough with something darker, something hungrier. “Ma.”

You bit your lip, trying to control your breathing. “Yeah?”

“Get out that toy.”

Your eyes fluttered open, lips parting. “Chris—”

“Now.”

A shiver ran down your spine. You hesitated, but only for a second, your body already moving to reach for the nightstand. The dildo—the one he picked out, the one he made you test the minute you got home from the store a few weeks ago—was tucked away in the drawer. Your fingers trembled as you pulled it out, the cool silicone making you gasp as it brushed your skin.

Chris groaned at the sight of it. You swallowed hard, shifting on the bed, legs spread wide as you stared at the screen. “I wanna see you,” you whined, breathy and desperate.

Chris smirked, running a hand through his messy hair before adjusting his phone. The camera shifted, the view tilting slightly before settling—giving you a full, unfiltered look at him.

His bare chest rose and fell in heavy breaths, his muscles flexing as his hand wrapped around his cock, stroking slow and teasing. The thick, flushed tip glistened with precum, his fingers squeezing just enough to make him exhale sharply through his teeth.

Your whole body clenched. “Miss you s’much,” you whimpered.

“Prop yours up too,” he instructed, voice tight, rough. “Wanna see you take it.”

Your hands were shaky as you adjusted the phone, angling it just right so he had the perfect view of your soaked, aching cunt. You let the dildo drag through your slick, teasing your entrance before pushing the tip in, moaning at the stretch.

Chris let out a wrecked groan, his grip tightening around himself. “That’s it, baby,” he murmured. “Fuckin’ take it. Go slow.”

You gasped as you eased it in further, the girth making your walls flutter as your body adjusted to the stretch. “Fuck—”

“Keep your eyes open,” he commanded, voice dark, firm.

You blinked, forcing yourself to look at the screen. His jaw was tight, his chest rising and falling in ragged breaths as he stroked himself slow, matching the pace of the toy sinking deeper inside you.

“Match me,” he rasped. “Don’t go faster, don’t get greedy. Just—fuck—just let me feel you this way.”

Your whine was broken, desperate, but you obeyed, mirroring the rhythm of his strokes, moving the dildo in sync with the slow drag of his fist around his cock.

Chris groaned, his head tilting back slightly before his eyes snapped back to the screen, locked on you. “You look so fuckin’ pretty like this,” he murmured. “So needy. Bet you’re already close.”

You nodded frantically, back arching, the pressure in your belly building with every slow, deliberate thrust. “Chris, please—”

He smirked, but it was lazy, almost dazed. “You wanna go faster?”

“Yes,” you gasped.

His strokes didn’t change. “Then beg for it.”

You let out a whimper, nails digging into the sheets. “Chris, please. Please let me go faster. I need it, I need you, please—”

Chris groaned, his fist pumping a little harder. “Go ahead pretty.”

And just like that, you snapped—fucking yourself faster, chasing that sharp, dizzying edge as Chris groaned through the speaker, watching you unravel for him, watching your body shake as you moaned his name over and over again.

Chris was right there with you, his hips jerking, his strokes turning erratic as he muttered, “Come on, come with me. Let me see it. Let me hear you.”

You broke.

The orgasm tore through you, white-hot and blinding, your legs trembling, your back arching as you moaned his name like a prayer, like it was the only thing in your vocabulary.

Chris followed seconds later, groaning deep, low, his body tensing as he spilled over his stomach, breath heavy, voice wrecked.

For a few moments, the only sound was ragged breathing, the faint hum of the phone speaker crackling with static.

Then, Chris chuckled, voice hoarse, teasing. “Think I need to book a flight home early.”

You smirked, still dazed, still trembling. “Yeah?”

Chris exhaled, running a hand through his hair. “Yeah,” he murmured. “Pretty sure I’d fuckin’ die if I had to wait any longer to feel you for real.”

You shivered, biting your lip. “Guess you better start packing.”

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── ⋮ ⌗ RAW. . . ⟢ BF.ᐟCHRIS ᵎᵎ

Chris had never been shy about his opinions on condoms. He didn’t just dislike them—he fucking hated them.

And you heard about it constantly.

“Feels like wearing a damn trash bag,” he’d mutter under his breath every time he rolled one on.

“Y’know this would feel so much better without it,” he’d say while looking at you with those half-lidded, pleading eyes, hands gripping your hips like he could convince you with touch alone.

He wasn’t wrong, and that was the worst part. You knew it. You’d felt it—just once, in the heat of the moment when he had pushed into you before either of you remembered. But you had stopped him, breathless and tempted, because logic had always won out over desire.

Until now.

Tonight, he’s on his knees between your legs, his head resting against your thigh, kissing over sensitive skin while his fingers tease you in slow, lazy strokes. He’s in no rush, taking his time, feeling the way your body reacts to him—how you shiver at the first press of his lips, how your breathing stutters when he drags his fingers just right.

“C’mon y’know I’d pull out,” he murmurs against your skin, voice low, husky.

You exhale sharply. “Chris.”

“What?” His lips brush higher. His fingers slip deeper. “It’s true. I’d pull out. Every time. You know I would.”

You do. He’s never given you a reason not to trust him, never reckless with you, no matter how desperate he gets.

“I promise I will,” he continues, looking up at you, eyes dark, pupils wide. “I just—fuck, baby, I wanna feel you.” His voice is wrecked with frustration, but his touch stays soft, coaxing. “Really feel you.”

Your stomach clenches at the way he says it, the way his fingers work you open so easily. He knows exactly how to touch you, exactly how to make you melt, and you know he’s using that to his advantage.

“Please.” His voice drops to a whisper. “Just once.”

You shouldn’t. You know you shouldn’t.

But the way he’s looking at you—the sheer desperation in his expression, the raw hunger in his eyes—makes it impossible to say no.

“…Just once.” The words leave your lips before you can think too hard about them.

Chris stills. His eyes flicker with something almost like disbelief before it turns into something darker, something primal.

“Yeah?” His voice is rough, nearly breaking.

You nod, and that’s all it takes.

He’s on you in seconds, lips crashing into yours, hands gripping your hips like he’s afraid you’ll change your mind. He pulls back only to push you onto your back, hovering over you, breathing hard.

“Y’sure?” He asks, but his hands are already roaming, already lining himself up.

You bite your lip, nodding. “Mhmmm I’m sure.”

Chris exhales a shaky breath, his forehead dropping to yours for half a second—like he needs to ground himself, like this is something more than just physical to him.

And then he pushes in.

You gasp at the difference immediately—how soft he is, how close he feels, how there’s nothing between you now, nothing dulling the sensation. He lets out a broken groan, his fingers digging into your skin.

Chris shudders above you, his breath ragged, forehead pressed against yours like he's trying to hold himself together. But you can feel it—the way his body trembles, the way his grip tightens, the way his hips stutter for a second too long before he forces himself to move again.

Your breath catches as he starts to move, slow at first, like he’s savoring every second, like he’s trying to memorize the way you feel around him with nothing in the way. Every deep thrust sends a shudder through you, your body adjusting to the stretch, to the overwhelming sensation of him bare inside you.

"Jesus fuck," he rasps, voice hoarse, raw, like this is wrecking him from the inside out.

"You're-fuck, baby, you're so warm. So wet. Feels like—" He cuts himself off with a strangled groan, his teeth sinking into his bottom lip as he forces his eyes open, forces himself to look at you.

You whimper as he buries himself deeper, deeper than you've ever felt him before, and the newness of it-the unbearable closeness, the way he's filling you with nothing in the way-it has you clawing at his back, nails dragging down the taut muscles of his shoulders.

Chris curses under his breath, one of his hands flying to your face, forcing you to look at him. "Tell me you feel it," he grits out, his forehead knocking against yours. “Tell me you feel how good this is”

You can't even form words. You just nod, legs tightening around his waist, heels digging into his lower back as you arch into him, desperate for more.

Chris lets out a sound that's almost a growl, his hips snapping into you faster, rougher, losing the last thread of control he had left.

His movements turn messy, almost frantic, like he's chasing something just out of reach. You can feel it, the way he's barely holding himself together, the way his body tenses, the way he's gripping your thigh like he's grounding himself, trying to make this last, trying to hold onto the feeling of being inside you raw for as long as he can.

"M’not—, m’not gonna last," he admits, breathless, desperate, his voice cracking.

“Fuck, baby,” he mutters, his voice thick with something between awe and desperation. “I—shit, I can’t—”

He cuts himself off with a sharp thrust, and your body arches into him on instinct. The difference is overwhelming—raw and unfiltered, nothing dulling the way he stretches you, the way he fills you up so perfectly. You cling to his shoulders, your nails pressing into the firm muscle there, and he groans, gripping your hips tighter like he’s trying to pull you even closer.

“So good,” he rasps, dragging his lips along your jaw. “you’re fuckin’ squeezin’ me so tight.”

You can hear it—the slick, obscene sounds of where your bodies meet—and it sends a fresh wave of heat through you, making you whimper into his shoulder. Chris lets out a deep, guttural groan in response, his movements faltering for just a second before he collects himself.

“Fuckin’ knew it,” he murmurs, pressing his forehead to yours, eyes burning into you. “Knew you’d feel like this—so goddamn perfect.”

His hands slide down your thighs, pushing them up higher so he can get deeper, angling just right, and when he thrusts in again, it knocks the breath from your lungs.

“Chris,” you gasp, clenching around him.

His jaw tightens, his eyes darkening as he watches your face, soaking in every reaction. “Yeah? That feel good?”

You can only nod, already trembling, already dangerously close to finishing.

Chris curses under his breath, picking up his pace, his hips snapping harder against yours. “We can’t ever- ever go back to them,” he groans, his voice wrecked, almost frantic. “Ain’t ever gonna want you any other way—just like this. Just you. Fuck, just you, baby.”

His words send a fresh wave of arousal through you, and you tighten around him, drawing a ragged moan from his lips. He buries his face in your neck, his thrusts turning desperate, like he’s losing himself in the feeling of you, like he’s never going to get enough.

“Ma, I—” His breath stutters, his grip on you almost bruising. “M’so close. You gotta—fuck, I need you to come for me.”

He pounds into you, hard and deep and unrelenting, his breathing ragged, his hands gripping your hips so tight you know you'll feel it tomorrow. His fingers slip between your bodies, finding your clit with practiced ease, rubbing tight circles that send you spiraling. 

Every stroke of his hips is perfect, hitting that spot inside you over and over again until your eyes begin to water. The pleasure builds too fast, too intense, and when he thrusts deep one last time, you break—your body shuddering, until your vision goes white, until you're gasping his name like it's the only thing you know.

Chris follows right after, a strangled groan ripping from his throat as he buries himself deep, cursing as he pulls out just in time, his body shaking as he spills onto your stomach, his forehead dropping to your shoulder, chest heaving.

The only sound in the room is your heavy breathing, the lingering hum of pleasure in your veins, the slow realization of what just happened.

Chris lets out a breathless laugh still catching his breath. He tilts his head up, pressing a lazy kiss to your lips before grinning softly.

"Yeah," he murmurs against your mouth.

"Ain't no fuckin' way l'm ever wearin' one again."

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── ⋮ ⌗ RIBBONS N REWARDS. . . ⟢ DEALER.ᐟCHRIS ᵎᵎ

CONTENTS: smut heavy-plot ・no actual p n v・bicep riding ・his arms are getting so big i need him to [redacted] + more ib: this !

Chris exhales a slow drag from the blunt, thick smoke curling around his lips as he watches you fidget with the ribbon in your hands. The motel room is dim, just the neon glow from the streetlights outside flickering through the blinds. The whole scene is steeped in the heavy tension that always lingers between you two—something unspoken, something inevitable.

“the fuck are you doin’ kid?” he finally drawls, voice deep, uninterested—but you know better. You see the way his gaze flickers, how his fingers tap idly against his thigh like he’s holding back a dry comment.

You swallow and move closer, sliding onto the mattress beside him. “Just—hold still,” you murmur, carefully wrapping the ribbon around his thick bicep.

Chris doesn’t stop you, just lets you work, arms loose at his sides like he’s kinda amused by the whole thing. “This some kinda—…some kinda kink I dunno about?”

You fumble with the knot, heat creeping up your neck. “No.”

He scoffs, tilting his head. “Lyin’ ass.”

You don’t respond, just tighten the ribbon into a perfect bow. The sight of it—the small bow against his big arms—sends a shiver down your spine. Chris watches your reaction, and something slow and understanding spreads across his face.

He shifts, resting his weight on one elbow, the movement making the muscle under your fingers jump. “Hm? Got you all hot and bothered just from tyin’ a fuckin’ ribbon around them?” he mutters, flicking the blunt between his fingers. “What, you wanna fuck ‘em now too?”

Your whole body tenses, mortified. “Shut up.”

Chris grins, bringing the blunt back to his lips. “Nah, you gotta own it.” He exhales, smoke curling around your face as he tilts his head lazily. “Tell me how bad you wanna get off on my arm baby.”

You shake your head, looking away, but he catches your chin with his fingers, tilting your face back toward him. “C’mon,” he murmurs, low and coaxing. “Ain’t like I don’t already know, tied that bow like some kinda reward for yourself.”

Your breath hitches, shame twisting deep in your stomach. He knows. Of course he fucking knows.

Chris leans in, lips brushing the corner of your mouth. “You really that needy, baby?” His voice is dark, thick with amusement. “That fuckin’ pathetic?”

The way he says it—so damn sure of himself—makes something inside you snap. You push forward, catching his mouth in a messy, desperate kiss, and he groans against your lips, his free hand sliding up your thigh.

“Thought so,” he murmurs between kisses, grinning.

You don’t even know how it happens, how you end up straddling his bicep, his free hand gripping your hip as he looks up at you with that lazy, expectant gaze. The ribbon is still tied snugly around his arm, a mocking reminder of just how deep your obsession runs.

Chris shifts, rolling his shoulder, flexing just enough to make you gasp as the pressure meets the ache between your thighs. “There you go,” he mutters, adjusting your hips so you’re sitting just right. “Go ahead. Show me how bad you need it.”

You move hesitantly at first, rolling your hips against the firm muscle, your hands gripping his shoulders for balance. But then Chris flexes again, the hardness of his bicep pressing perfectly against you, and you choke on a moan.

His grin widens. “Oh— ..s’that good, huh?”

You nod, biting your lip, eyes fluttering shut. “S-so good..”

“Fuckin’ look at you,” he muses, voice thick, eyes dark with hunger. “Grinding all over me like some desperate little thing.” His fingers dig into your waist, guiding your movements, and your thighs tremble as the friction builds.

Your fingers find his curls, tugging slightly, and he groans, low and approving. “Shiiiiit,” he rasps. “You gonna cum like this? Just rubbin’ your needy little cunt on my fuckin’ arm?”

You whimper, the pressure too much, not enough, everything all at once. Chris watches you unravel, his own expression darkening as your moans turn breathless.

“That’s it,” he murmurs, voice thick with satisfaction. “jus’ soakin’ my arm, sweetheart.”

The words send a shudder through you, humiliation twisting deep in your stomach, but it only makes the arousal burn hotter. Your nails dig into his shoulders as you grind down one last time, with a final, shaky rut, your orgasm crashes over you, leaving you trembling against him. Your grip on his curls tightens as you gasp through it, your slick staining the flexed muscle beneath you.

Chris groans, shifting slightly beneath you, eyes dropping to where you’ve ruined his skin. “oh fuuuuck,” he mutters, almost to himself, before looking back up at you with that sick grin.

“‘s all better now huh?,” he hums, reaching up to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear.

Your body is still trembling as the last waves of your orgasm roll through you, thighs quivering around his arm, breath coming in short, uneven gasps. The room feels hotter now, thick with smoke and something else—something filthier.

Chris nods, slow and approving, flexing his arm beneath you once more, just to feel the way your body twitches in overstimulation. His bicep is glistening, slick with the evidence of your cum, and when you finally blink down at the mess you made, heat flares up your spine in mortification.

The grin spreads further across his face as he tilts his head, eyes dragging over you like he’s cataloging every ruined inch of you. He clicks his tongue, shaking his head.

“Look at that shit”

You finally blink down, breath still coming in short, uneven gasps, and your stomach flips at the sight—his bicep, glistening, and you swallow hard.

Chris exhales smoke, watching you with that same lazy amusement. “Made a huge fuckin’ mess,” he murmurs, gaze flicking down to the slick sheen on his arm before lifting back to your face. “Didn’t know you were so filthy.”

You blink at him, breath still uneven, lips slightly parted. You try to move, try to shift off of him, but his grip tightens on your waist, holding you there. His thumb brushes the inside of your thigh, featherlight, savoring the way your body still trembles under his touch, his ego flying through the roof right now.

He made a mental note to thank Matt for forcing him to the gym every morning the last few weeks, apparently it did come in handy. 

“C’mon, kid,” he sighs, shifting slightly beneath you, bicep flexing under your touch. “Use that pretty mouth and clean it up, we got shit to do.”

authors note: heh…#needthatngl…i was also stoned n half asleep writing this my apologies for any typos.

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this still my fav thing i’ve EVER wrote by the way

im never getting over these

raw. raw. raw.

timid!matt accidentally scares reckless!reader, only for her to realise he was the most harmless person she could ever come across. ──── [ the walking dead au ]

#bansex2025