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[strnilolover]

my bf @galaxyrogue took me to a concert last week to see one of the artists he listens to and honestly that was the best time i have had in such a long time and i’m so thankful that he decided to take me with him!!!

[strnilolover]

──── ⸝⸝ ꒰ HEIGHTS ꒱ ⋮ chris sturniolo ⋆.˚

ⓘ FLUFF. READER IS SCARED OF HEIGHTS. KISSING. more?

“chris i’m serious, please don’t make me go on that thing!” you pleaded with chris for what felt like the hundredth time today. he knew how scared you were of heights, but he insisted on going on the ferris wheel before the night was over.

“c’mon i promise it’ll be okay baby,” he begged, tugging on your hand as the line continued to move forward. “i’ll hold you the hold time we’re up there okay? make sure nothing happens to you.”

you wanted to go with him, you really did. but the thought of being so many feet off the ground and in the air had your stomach twisted in knots that you just couldn’t seem to shake off.

it wasn’t like you would fall over the side of the little compartment you’d have to sit in—you knew that. but it was hard to convince yourself that.

chris always knew what to say when you got like this though, even if it meant cracking jokes or reassuring you a hundred times until you felt better.

you hadn’t realized you zoned out, the feeling of chris’ hand squeezing your own snapping you back into focus. “please baby?” he asked once more, trying to pull the puppy dog eyes he knew worked just as well on you and yours did on him.

the smile that spread across your face was too hard to hide, your other hand pushing at his chest.

“okay, okay! i’ll go with you,” you said finally. “but you have to pinky promise not to let anything happen.” your pinky finger already being held up in front of him.

he grinned, bringing his own free hand to lock his pinky with yours, leaning in and pressing a kiss to your lips. “i promise.” he whispered.

the line had started to move quicker after that, and before you could second-guess and run off, you were being guided forward with chris’ hand pressed to your lower back.

the cart was small, it enough to fit a few other people if they were okay with being crammed. luckily it was just you and chris.

you let yourself get situated, the worker closing the door as chris sat next to you. your fingers were already gripping the edge of the seat, your body going stiff and stomach twisting as the wheel began to move. the ground starting to drift away beneath you.

chris noticed how stiff you were, how your fingers were turning white with how hard you were gripping the seat, trying to keep yourself calm.

“hey,” he murmured, sliding himself closer and letting his arm wrap firmly around your shoulders. he pulled you against his chest, his warmth immediately seeped into you, making the tight feeling in your chest lessen just a little.

he pressed a kiss to the top of your head, then another, softer one right near your temple. “i got you. just like i promised, remember?” he whispered, pressing yet another kiss to your head.

you nodded, though your heart was racing. the cart swayed more suddenly as the wheel paused to let more people on, and you let out a small squeak, squeezing your eyes shut.

“baby…” Chris cooed, tilting his head to press his lips against your hairline. “look at me. don’t look down, don’t think about the ground—just me.”

your chest rose and fell in shallow breaths, but you turned your head slightly, your nose brushing against his shirt as he held you tighter. he rubbed his thumb over your arm in slow circles. “see? you’re safe. nothing’s gonna happen while I’m here.”

you smiled weakly, nodding your head in response. you knew he was right, he was every time. but it was still hard.

when the ride finally lurched higher and paused again at the very top, the cart gave a bigger swing that sent panic flooding back into you. your hands grabbed at chris instead, nails digging into his arm.

“chris—oh my god, it’s swaying—” you started to ramble, the panic rising more and more.

“hey—shh, shh it’s okay.” his hand came up, gently guiding your head to lay against his chest. “that’s normal, baby. i swear. here, breathe with me, yeah?” and he exaggerated slow inhales and exhales until you started to match his rhythm, even though your body were trembling.

after a moment though, his chin rested itself on your hair—feeling the rise and fall of his chest beneath your head and the rumble of his voice as he spoke again. “open your eyes for me… look out there.” he asked, gently letting his other hand come up to grab at the bottom of your chin.

you hesitated, but his hand rubbed soothing circles down your side until you finally let his hand tip your head up, and you peeked.

the view spread out in glittering lights below—the fair glowing, streets stretching into the distance, the stars faint but scattered across the sky.

your lips parted as you took in the surroundings more, at how the lights from rides were starting to shine more now that the sun was starting to set. “it’s…actually kind of pretty.” you mumbled, a small smile spreading across your face.

chris smiled, relief softening his features as he watched you take it in. “told you,” he whispered, pressing another kiss to the crown of your head. “kinda worth it, huh?”

you smiled bigger, letting yourself sit up a little more, head turning to him now. you nodded, your hands squeezing his arms now instead of gripping them.

you leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to his lips—pulling back a moment later. “i love you.”

he smiled wider, tugging you back against his chest as he gave another kiss to the top of your head. “i love you too baby.”

strnilolover note ⋆˙⟡ . . . i love fluff and i love writing chris as a gentle guy cause let’s be honest, both him and matt would both be like this and you can’t tell me otherwise :)

[strnilolover]

honestly, but i’m not complaining 😝

forever believing the theory that Matt posts a selfie or some sort of slutty picture as a distraction every time they see drama in the fandom lmao 🤣 it happens too often to not be true atp

[strnilolover]

──── ⸝⸝ ꒰ SNEAKING AROUND ꒱ ⋮ fwb!chris x affair!reader ⋆.˚

ⓘ CHEATING. SMUT. PNV. GUILT. READER GETTING IN HER HEAD.

your legs were sticking to the leather seats in the car—your thighs on either side of chris’ hips as you bounced yourself on his cock.

this was risky, sitting parked outside of your home you shared with your husband matt—while you were riding his brother.

you had told yourself time and time again that you would stop. that it was just supposed to be a one and done thing, that matt would never find out.

and he hasn’t.

but every time you were around chris, no matter how hard you tried to hold yourself back. you always ended up in the same situations—under him, on top of him, his voice whispering filthy things into your ear.

you had no reason to cheat on matt in the public eye, but they didn’t know about what goes on behind closed doors. he was a good guy—always taking care of you, buying you things, making promises that you know he means. and the sex was good…but it didn’t make you happy.

he didn’t make you happy.

so one night you had spilled how you felt to chris because you didn’t have anyone else to talk to. but you didn’t expect that night to end with your body under his—his cock making you cum over and over again.

it was like you couldn’t stop after that.

now the sounds of skin slapping against skin and moans filled the cramped vehicle. the windows beginning to fog up from just how long you both had been in here.

you were surprised no one had noticed the way the car rocked from your moments and his thrusts up into you when you began to grow tired.

“f-fuck—chris!” you cried as his hands grabbed your hips and held you in place as he thrusted up. the tip of his cock dragging along your walls perfectly, the tip kissing your cervix anytime he angled his hips a certain way.

“c’mon angel, cum on my cock.” he groaned, his head tipping back at the feeling of your walls clenching around him. you whined, shaking your head.

sometimes you’d get into your head, the guilt of what you were doing threatening to consume you even though you shouldn’t feel bad. and chris could see it—he always did. that was one thing you loved about him, he was always attentive to you and knew what you needed without you even having to say a word.

“gotta get out of that pretty head of yours baby,” he grunted, shifting his hips to press deeper into you, “know you can cum, just gotta let go…but if you want to stop we can.” he assured, and you knew he was being honest.

but you didn’t want to stop—not when he felt this good. not when every nerve in your body was lit up from the way he was fucking into you.

“don’t stop—please don’t stop.” you whimpered, letting your forehead fall against his temple, your breaths mingling with one another.

chris groaned, wrapping an arm around your waist and slamming up into you. the pleasure swallowed you whole, dragging you out of your head and with one last snap of his hips you came undone, clenching around him and moving your face, moaning into his neck.

“that’s it angel,” he rasped, kissing along your jaw, “fuck—so pretty when you cum for me.” his kisses made there way down your neck, nipping a few times but not leaving any marks.

you collapsed against his chest panting—sweat dripping down your forehead and back. and for a moment, you wished you could stay there, wrapped around him, letting him whisper those sweet words into your ear.

but reality hit fast and you panicked slightly, scrambling quickly to get off his lap, tugging your skirt back down with shaky hands. “i—i have to go.” you muttered, not daring to meet his eyes as you grabbed your bag.

his hand caught yours at the last second before you were able to open your door, pulling you close enough that his lips brushed yours. it was quick but soft, the kind of kiss that made your heart stutter before you forced yourself to pull away.

“see you soon, angel.”

strnilolover note ⋆˙⟡ . . . eheh i don’t even know where this idea came from (i’m sure i’ll remember soon) but it’s so good and like yes.

[strnilolover]

⋮ ⌗ INTRODUCING . . . FWB!CHRIS X AFFAIR!READER┆

FWB!CHRIS ⟢ 25. goofy. sarcastic. likes his space. blunt, but not in a mean way, just honest. affectionate person. loyal. observant. big flirt. jeans and hoodies always. smells like sauvage dior. casual dominance. loves to compliment angel.

AFFAIR!READER ⟢ 22. “angel”. married to matt. mask-wearer. reckless. sensitive. guilt. likes her space but doesn’t get it often. hard time speaking up. any clothing, but mainly skirts or jeans paired with a crop top. organized. loves when chris spoils her. always smells sweet.

strnilolover note ⋆˙⟡ . . . honestly i’m so excited for this au. i’ve been loving my more recent au’s i’ve made and all the tabooness haha. still kinda working out how this au will be but bear with me!

[strnilolover]

──── ⸝⸝ ꒰ SAY PLEASE ꒱ ⋮ chris sturniolo ⋆.˚

ⓘ SMUT. PNV. BEGGING.

chris had you spread out under him. his hands grabbing the flesh of your thighs to hold your legs wide open for him as his cock slid in and out of you.

the wet obscene sounds of your pussy and his hips smacking against you filled the room along with your moans and his groans.

your body was on fire—the pace he was setting was too slow, making it feel as though you’d snap at any moment. you wanted more. you needed more.

so your hips moved without thinking, small whines slipping past your lips as you tried to meet his thrusts—tried to speed up how fast he was going by doing it yourself.

but he felt it and he just stopped.

his hips stilled against you, his cock buried deep inside as he looked down at you. the loss of friction made you whimper, your hands grabbing at his arms, hips trying to move again. desperate to feel any sort of pleasure.

“y’want somethin’ baby?” he asked, letting his hips rock forward to press into you deeper, making you moan. all you could do was nod, tears of frustration building at your waterline.

“c’mon you can do better than that,” chris mocked, letting one of his hands slide up from your thigh to your face. he gently gripped your face in his hand, squishing your cheeks together slightly. “say please, or i stop all together.”

the whine that left you was pathetic. your walls clenching around him, desperate to feel him move again. your voice cracked when you finally begged. “please chris. please go faster—harder—i can take it. please.”

he smirked, his hand letting go of your face as he pulled back to look at you, his hand returning to its place on your thigh—spreading you open even wider. “that’s my girl.” he muttered before pulling back and slamming back into you.

strnilolover note ⋆˙⟡ . . . the type of thing i write at 3am when i can’t sleep

[strnilolover]

The profile thing you have is so cool omg

thank you!! i just used a png as my pfp 😋

[strnilolover]

──── ⸝⸝ ꒰ ACROSS THEIR LAP ꒱ ⋮ matt & chris sturniolo ⋆.˚

ⓘ SMUT. FINGERING. PRAISING. SWEET/DIRTY TALK. and more.

your body was draped across matt and chris’ laps—your chest pressed to matt’s legs while your own laid across chris. your skirt had been flipped up and panties shoved to the side as chris’ fingers drove into your soaked cunt.

the wet squelches filled the space around you, your own moans and whines slipping from your lips. unable to keep yourself quiet.

you tried to bury your face against matt’s stomach, hands grabbing at his sweater as you tried to muffle your sounds.

matt didn’t let you hide for long though, his hand running along your back—threading his fingers up into your hair and giving it a pull.

you whined at the small sting, lifting your head like he wanted, tipping back to look up at him. his other hand came to your face, gripping your jaw lightly. “eyes on me baby.” he whispered, letting his thumb stroking over your cheek before pressing against your bottom lip, dragging it down.

your mouth fell open around a shaky cry as chris’ fingers curled deeper inside you, pressing right against that spot that made your thighs jerk. matt’s eyes darkened as he watched your face contort.

your lips parted around his thumb, allowing the digit to slip inside your mouth—lips wrapping around and sucking slightly.

“fuck, squeezing my fingers so tight baby.” chris groaned from behind you, his other hand gripping your ass and spreading you open more, allowing his fingers to prod deep again and again.

matt let his thumb slip from your mouth, running it along your bottom lip as he leaned down, his lips brushing yours without touching. you whined, trying to lean up more to kiss him—but his hands kept you still.

he grinned. “aw what’s wrong sweetheart, hm? what do y’want?” he taunted, tilting your chin up higher so you had no choice but to keep your eyes locked on his no matter how much you wanted to turn away.

“please..” you whined, the sound high and needy—your nails digging into his thigh now.

“please what?” matt pushed, his lips ghosting over yours again, the warmth of his breath making you ache even more. “use your words, baby.” and you tried, you really did. but chris curled his fingers again, pressing hard against your g-spot and cutting off any form of words you had.

you gasped, and that’s when matt finally gave in and kissed you. but it was rough—claiming your mouth and swallowing every sound as chris finger-fucked you harder. his hand never let go of your face, along with the hand in your hair, forcing you to stay right where he wanted you.

“that’s it,” matt murmured between messy kisses, “y’gettin’ close baby? yeah? gonna look at me while you cum. don’t look away, sweetheart.”

you nodded, tears stinging in the corner of your eyes from how good you felt. and you couldn’t help but to let your hips tilt up, body shifting and allowing your legs to open wider, pushing into chris’ hand.

his pace grew ruthless. “she’s so close,” he groaned. “c’mon, baby, let go. cum for us.” and chris’ thumb joined, rubbing your clit in firm motions. the added stimulation so sudden had a loud cry slipping—swallowed by matt’s mouth as your body shook. you clenched tight around chris’ fingers, thighs shaking and wetness spilling down onto his hand as you came.

matt groaned, pulling back from your lips for a moment. “good girl,” matt praised against your lips, kissing you deep again as you sobbed into it. “that’s our pretty baby. juuust like that.”

you felt as chris dragged his fingers out, thinking he was done, that they would let you relax now. but it was only to slide them right back in, coaxing you through it. “gonna give us another one?“ he asked, the pace of his fingers starting to speed up.

matt smirked, his hand tightening in your hair again. “think you’ve got another in you, baby? hmm? let us ruin you a little more?”

strnilolover note ⋆˙⟡ . . . i wasn’t gonna post again today, but this was too hot in my head honestly so i had to share. this might be my last post for just a few days cause i am exhausted

[strnilolover]

here

doll with sheriff!matt’s gun 🎀🎀

bun

YES!

but i feel like she’d be too nervous to actually put it like that. and matt is making sure nothing is in it and makes sure the safety is on before he ever hands her his gun. cause the last thing he wants is her to get hurt

[strnilolover]

do you have multiple series recs? i'm feining for things to read 💔💔 i've already read things from delilahsturniolo, slushysturniolo, and there was this other girl i read stuff from but i can remember her @

i don’t really read series so i don’t think i could give any recs for that. but i could think of a few people who i definitely recommend reading!

@eclipsturns @mattscig @55sturn @malsmind @endereies @lilolebambi @purangelblood @snoopychris @st7rnioioss @whor3ing @sturniphone @luvs4matt + many many more!

[strnilolover]

anon i got ur request and i love it. YES.

[strnilolover]

──── ⸝⸝ ꒰ CUFFED ꒱ ⋮ sheriff!matt ⋆.˚

ⓘ SMUT. HANDCUFFS. RIDING. DIRTY TALK. and more?

you thought it was a good idea to steal matt’s cuffs earlier when he had gotten home and slipped into the shower.

the metal cold against your palms when you picked them up, making sure to stay as quiet as you could. trying to avoid all the clanking sound the could make.

you thought maybe you could use them on him—you don’t think he’d be opposed to the idea at all. only if you asked nicely that was. you liked pushing his buttons though and testing him.

you giggled to yourself at the thought of him cuffed to the headboard, unable to touch you at all.

a little taste of his own medicine.

so you waited for him—making sure to stay out of sight. it was only a matter of time before you could hear the bathroom door open, foot steps padding against the floor as he wandered to the bedroom.

you saw him through the crack in the door from where you were standing behind it. you were sure he wasn’t gonna see you, tucked close enough against it.

his towel slung low around his hips—the small droplets of water running along his skin. you almost forgot what you were there to do, the sight of him turning you on more. the cuffs were still in your grasp, behind held tight to make sure you wouldn’t make a sound.

you giggled to yourself again, quieter this time. you didn’t give him any time to grab clothes or take the towel off.

you just pounced.

you ran out from behind the door, the noise making matt turn around just in time to see your body hurling towards his. one hand shoved him down against the mattress, his wet curls dripping onto the pillow as you quickly straddled his chest with a mischievous grin.

“what the hell’re you up to now bun?” he asked amused, watching as you snapped the cuffs around his wrists before he could stop you.

“shhh,” you teased, leaning back and patting his chest as if you’d actually gotten control of him, “you’re mine now.”

he gave you a lazy smirk, wrists tugging lightly against the restraints but not fighting it.

you let yourself sit back, planting your ass right on top of his cock over the towel. your eyes raked over him, bottom lip tucked between your teeth.

you let the thought sink in.

somehow you just managed to catch matt off guard and now you have him under you, in cuffs—just like you wanted.

you didn’t let yourself stop to think about just how easy it was to get him in this position. how he didn’t even bother trying to fight you the moment he noticed you. and he could—you knew that.

still, you pushed it down. letting your hips grind over him, the towel slowly slipped away from around him at the friction and movement.

“bet you hate this,” you smirked down at him, circling your hips more, pressing a little harder, “not bein’ able to touch me…”

matt chuckled, raising an eyebrow at you. “that so baby?” he asked, his tone teasing as he tugged at the cuffs again—just a little rougher this time.

the action only made you giggle, bracing yourself on one hand as your other trailed between your bodies—slipping under your skirt, pushing your panties to the side.

your hand grabbed his cock, guiding yourself to position the head of him at your entrance. you stifled a small sound as you ran the tip through your folds, rubbing against your clit with every pass before you finally sank down on him.

you moaned, the stretch burning—your hands bracing against his chest as he bottomed out. he groaned too, letting his head fall back against the pillow.

it didn’t take long before your hips started to roll, your body beginning to bounce on his cock. matt looked up at you in awe, watching the way your face twisted with pleasure, mouth opening on silent sounds.

“look at you, makin’ yourself feel good on my cock.” he muttered, his eyes trailing over your clothed body. he couldn’t see where you guys were connected—your skirt flowing over his stomach.

his words made you moan, your body bouncing harder. you thought he was straining against the cuffs—fighting them—but you were too busy caught up in how good he felt to notice the way his eyes never left you. how he wasn’t struggling at all.

he was still watching. admiring the way your lips parted, the way your thighs trembled, how greedy you looked taking him.

“you really think you’ve got me pinned, don’t you baby?” he drawled. your hips faltered, confusion flickering across your face as you looked down at him. “what do you—”

the sound of the cuffs clicking made your words stop, your stomach dropping. you watched as his wrists slipped free from the metal like it was nothing.

before you could react, his big hands grabbed your hips and flipped you onto your back, his weight pressing you deep into the mattress.

“m-matt—” you stammered, but his mouth brushed against your ear as his cock slammed back into you, making you gasp. “you think some cuffs are enough to keep me down bun? hm? you should know better than that baby.”

your hands clawed at his shoulders, nails pressing into his skin, sure enough to leave marks for him to look at later. you whimpered as he set a bruising pace, the bed frame groaning under the force. one of his hands came up and curled around your throat—applying a small amount of pressure.

not to hurt you—never to hurt you—just enough to keep you where he wanted you. your eyes rolling back at the feeling of his hand around your neck and at every time his cock pressed against that spot inside you.

“cute little trick,” he grunted, pounding deeper. “but if you’re gonna cuff me, y’gotta do better than that.” he teased, his body leaned back, one hand still tight around your throat while the other slid down.

he shoved your skirt up roughly, finally giving himself the view he’d been denied—your pussy stretched wide around him, watching the way you sucked him in.

“fuck,” he rasped, smirking as his eyes locked onto the mess between your thighs. “look at you, bun…“ he muttered, voice going rough the longer he looked at you spread out before him.

his thumb pressed to your clit, circling harder as his cock drove into you. your back arched off the mattress, a sharp cry breaking from your throat, nails digging into his shoulders more as the sensation consumed you.

his thrusts slammed deeper, thumb working relentless circles on your clit. “look at you already close to cumming baby—cuffed or not, you’ll never be the one in control. not unless you work for it.”

strnilolover note ⋆˙⟡ . . . this came to me last night and honestly yes.

[strnilolover]

Did you get a request about a sub!chratt x reader?? Because I think I sent it to the wrong account I was drunk lmao 😭

i did not 😞

i’d love to hear it tho

[strnilolover]

i would too cause how dare he. the AUDACITY.

darlin blocks matt whenever he shaves btw

[strnilolover]

guys me and my boyfriend are going to a concert this Thursday @galaxyrogue 🙂‍↕️

[strnilolover]

──── ⸝⸝ ꒰ ON PURPOSE ꒱ ⋮ stepbrother!chris ⋆.˚

ⓘ SMUT. MASTURBATION (f). BEING LOUD ON PURPOSE. WANTING TO GET CAUGHT. and more.

your mind has been reeling for days. ever since you saw chris watching you and matt fuck in his bedroom.

you weren’t scared—you were quite the opposite in fact. chris had made you cum while his brother was inside you, all from his eyes boring into you from the dark, with his fist wrapped around his cock.

you couldn’t see much of him when it happened, the hallway far too dark for detail, but you could see the faint movement of his hand.

so now you wondered—how long had he been watching?

because what you saw the other night made you think that wasn’t the first time. not his first time sneaking peeks at you and matt. maybe not his first time peeking at you in general.

the thought should’ve made your stomach twist with guilt—guilt about what you were doing in the first place, sleeping with matt. it should’ve made you feel scared that maybe a part of chris would go and tell.

but instead, it made your thighs squeeze together.

so you took the opportunity one day when everyone was out—everyone except for chris.

you wanted to know if him watching you the other day was a one time thing—an accidental walk by that turned into a heat of the moment thing. or if he had been watching all this time.

so you decided to leave your bedroom door wide open. taking your time as you walked back towards your bed, stripping every article of clothing in a line that would direct right towards you.

you crawled onto the mattress slowly, stretching out on your back with your legs spread and bent at the knees. your fingers trailing slowly over your stomach, down to your wet folds—teasing yourself with slow circles.

you let out a small sigh, letting your body melt into the sheets as the first sparks of pleasure pulsed through you. your hips shifted, rolling up into your hand as your fingers pressed a little harder.

the more your fingers moved, the louder you became. every other whine grew higher in pitch, chris’ name slipping from your lips on small broken moans.

in between all the sounds—you were listening. waiting to see if he would come upstairs and stand in your doorway, or if he was going to stay where he was at.

you had almost given up after a few minutes, ready to just stop teasing yourself and let yourself cum. but after you closed your eyes and shifted to get more comfortable—there it was.

the faint creak of the floorboards from downstairs. the quiet, careful sound of someone moving around like they didn’t want to be caught.

your pulse quickened at the sound moving closer and closer to your open door. your moans growing a little louder at the growing anticipation thrumming through you.

it didn’t take long before the steps stilled right outside your door—the unmistakable weight of eyes on you. your body squirmed under the intense feeling, opening your own to stare right at him, his body standing in the doorway.

he wasn’t moving. just standing still. his tall frame filling in the space, his eyes glued to you—right where your fingers were sliding through your folds, glistening and messy.

your lips parted around a gasp when his eyes trailed up your body to meet your own. your hand faltering at the heat in his stare, but you didn’t stop. instead you spread your thighs wider, circling your clit deliberately, letting out another sharp moan that made his throat bob as he swallowed.

you held his stare the entire time, never letting them flutter close no matter how bad you wanted to.

you noticed the way his chest rose and fell harder the more you held his gaze, arms tense at his sides like he was forcing himself not to step closer. his body shifted—and you noticed the prominent bulge in the front of his sweats.

the way his hand flexed slightly, as if he wanted to resist, before dragging down the front of fabric, rubbing himself as his jaw clenched.

he slipped his hand beneath the waistband, gripping his cock and stroking himself slowly. you could only see the outline, only because he wasn’t letting his sweats fall off his hips. “fuck,” you whimpered, fingers speeding up a little.

his hand sped up around his cock the moment your fingers sped up, his eyes burning into yours. it was like he was imagining it was him instead—you could see it in his eyes.

you spread your thighs wider, circling your clit until slick, wet sounds filled the silence. your moans spilled out one after another, unable to keep them at a reasonable level anymore.

you heard a groan slip from his lips, some words mumbled after before he was pushing his sweats down finally. his hand could wrap around himself more, his wrist speeding up.

you couldn’t help but to let your eyes flick down to get a look at him before dragging them back up to his eyes. your own hips bucked, lifting from the mattress, grinding desperately against your hand for more. the coil in your stomach pulling tighter.

your body trembled at the sight of him—his hand pumping his cock while his eyes burned into you—it pushed you over the edge. the band snapping, thighs snapping shut around your hand as you moved.

you came with a cry, back bowing as your thighs started to tremble from the force of it. little sounds slipping past your lips as your body twitched.

even through the haze of it, your eyes strained to stay opened, watching the way his face twisted—his lips parting with a low groan as he spilled thick white ropes into his hand. a few accidentally landing on the front of his sweats.

for a moment, the two of you just stared at one another. your breathing ragged as you tried to calm down, taking deep breaths.

the silence stretched for moments that feel too long, but before you could open your mouth, before you could ask the questions swimming around in your brain. chris pulled he sweats back up, straightened himself and turned away.

you swallowed hard as you watched him walk away, your fingers slipping limp against your thigh.

if there had been any doubt before, there wasn’t now.

chris has been watching.

and you’re sure he wasn’t going to stop anytime soon.

strnilolover note ⋆˙⟡ . . . i told you guys you’d eventually get what you wanted…just gotta drag it out a little bit 🤭

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NEW THEME SO TUTE!!!!

WHY THANK YOU SOL