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𓂃 messy club bathroom sex with matt

music poured loudly through the club speakers as the bass thudded along, causing the floor to vibrate. matt had you pinned against the bathroom wall, his shirt unbuttoned, his hair messy and clinging to his forehead.

“fuckkk sweetheart, this pussys so fuckin’ tight f’me,” he drew out, his lips brushing against the shell of your ear. your legs were hooked around his hips while he thrusted into you, your heels were digging into his lower back and skirt hiked up to your waist.

you threw your head back in pleasure, the lewd sound of skin slapping against skin and your moans echoing off the tile walls.

“mm god,” you sighed, your arms wrapped around his neck. his lips were quick to find yours, your lips messily interlocking with one another’s as matt continued to pound into you.

he was groping your ass through your satin dress, guiding your hips in a rhythm to match his pace.

you were practically seeing starts at this point, moaning into matt’s parted lips while his tip repeatedly kissed your cervix.

“you fuck me so good,” you moaned into his mouth, nails clawing at his back and fingers tangling in his hair.

he smirked, his lips trailing down and nipping at the skin just at the top of your, his grunts and pants low in your ear.

“keep talking t’me like that baby and we’re gonna be in here all night.”

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𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬. ⋆˚꩜｡ wrote this in 10 mins at 2am bc the triplets left bostons show on a party bus and i can only imagine drunk club sex w matt

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contrary to popular belief, my favourite color’s green… not red

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the shit eating grin directly into the camera when he said “hey drake” was so fucking funny i love kendrick

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i want tumblr friends that i actually message and shit, but i always push away new people for some reason?

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hold up neow cs that’s me👅 but omg, congrats lovely ! well deserved 🩶

world stop.

ty for 800 i love all my babies

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wait i just realized it’s one of my fav pics of chris… you’re so thoughtful and kind 😊

upcoming 💌💌

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welcome to... 𝐂𝐕𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐎𝐔𝐒 𝐀𝐑𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐒

swag overload 🅴 ken carson 0:13━━❍───────2:32 . ↻ ⊲ Ⅱ ⊳ ↺ volume: ▁▂▃▄▅▆▇ 100%

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that dealer chris better be for me.

upcoming 💌💌

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true literature

in dire need of subby nerd!matt, thanks 🧎

just because you asked so nicely and waited so patiently

warnings: thigh riding, cumming in clothes, mentions of getting caught

“this is kinda pathetic don’t y’think? you’re so hard and i haven’t even touched you.” you whisper, staring daggers into matt’s soul. he shakes his head rapidly, marking your neck up even more than he already had with his lips. he let out a whine into your skin, his erection tight against his grey sweats. matt felt trapped in the fabric. he wanted so desperately to rid himself of the both the cloths confining him. another whine leaves his mouth when you let out a small chuckle, ruffling his hair teasingly. matt wants to touch you so bad. he’s needed it all day. he was convinced that if he went to your house there would be no distractions. he had no way of knowing your family would be having a party.

and now he was stuck. stuck with you not touching him, stuck with your door having to stay open a few inches, stuck having to stay quiet, stuck in his pants. another noise leaves his mouth when you palm him, just a new form of teasing in this situation. he’s half tempted to grab the pillow behind his head and put it over his face just so he can pretend like none of it is happening.

“sweetie please… please my cars right outside. just gimme 10 minutes please…” the sight of him begging was almost enough to make you give in. if your door didn’t have to remain open a few inches you’d give him head right there. his countless begs and pleas were so so tempting. you almost felt bad. he had already made his way to your house just for his plans to be spoiled. matt’s hand slides up to your face, gently pushing a strand of hair away. “please?” he begs once more, making you quietly curse yourself. you look towards the cracked open door, biting down on your lip.

truthfully, there’s not much you can do. not without getting caught or close to being caught. truthfully matt rubbing his clothed cock against your thigh is all you can do. you’re just a little bit luckier than matt is when it comes to getting off. your skirt is pushed up against your hips, and if anybody comes nearby you can flip it down and call it a day. matt can’t have that. matt can’t do anything more than rut against your thigh, up and down. over and over again. you had ridden his thigh numerous times before, but matt riding yours was new. he didn’t even know how much he’d like it before he started doing it. the pleasure was indescribable. it felt like every single nerve in his body was rubbing against your thigh, not just the ones in his dick. his whines and whimpers from earlier had turned into nothing but babbles and attempts to speak.

there’s a few minutes that pass of matt grinding himself on your thigh while simultaneously rubbing and tapping on your clit before his actions all simultaneously slow down. you whimper slightly, but when matt makes eye contact with you his fingers speed up again. his legs remain slow, a clear indicator that he’s close. matt’s mustering up the courage to say anything by now. he’d never expected he’d be in this position. never in a million years. his head is buried into your purpled up neck as he whispers near your ear. “can i cum baby? please i’ve been so good please please please.” he whines, letting out a moan into your neck as you nod. his grey sweats quickly become covered in a wet patch near his tip, a clear indicator of the actions that had just gone down. his fingers rubbing circles on your clit speed up, only slowing down when he sees another wet patch on the waistband of his sweats near his hands.

the way that he collapses besides you on the bed is such a heavenly sight to you. never in a million years did you think you’d be here. you’re okay with it. a gentle kiss is exchanged between you and matt, prompting a small giggle from you. you glance towards the door once more, the volume from the first floor of your house only increasing as time goes on. matt glances towards the stains on his pants, letting out a small sigh. though he was no longer stuck in his pants, he was officially stuck in your bedroom for a few hours.

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wait nooo, why didn’t i think of this? 😮‍💨

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lovelovelove !!

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ouuuu this has me excited

introducing.. murderhouse!matt

WARNINGS OF THIS AU!! if you have seen AHS season 1- murderhouse, yk this shit is CRAZY. i will not be including everything in this season obviously (that's also plagiarism !) and because i don't feel necessarily comfortable writing all of that. (the things i will not write from this season, off the top of my head btw, matt will not be a school shooter, he dies another way. he will not rape reader's mom wtf. yes crazy ik, thats AHS.) if anyone else has done this au please let me know! i got this idea from an edit of tate langdon lol if you are not comfortable with this au, don't read it. plain and simple. thanks yall

headcanons will be coming out soon for him and sardonic!reader! her moodboard is here.

IF YOU WOULD NOT LIKE TO BE ON THIS TAGLIST FOR THIS AU, PLEASE LET ME KNOW.

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love love, can’t wait to see what else you do !!

Introducing Pornstar!Chris & Fan!Reader

Christopher. OF and PornHub are his main. Secretly loves being a sub but would never say that. D1 yapper. Loves Fan!reader’s enthusiasm. Her biggest fan. Would love to make a video with Fan!Reader but she’s too shy. Loves seeing his actors perform from true bliss. Loves making woman feel good. Loves his job. Thinking bout you by frank ocean and Nights Like This Pt. 2 By The Kid Laroi coded. Nike shoes. Lyrical lemonade.

Reader (Y/N). No face claim yet. Downtown aesthetic. Red lips and black eyeliner. Y/H/C (Your Hair Color). Babydoll by Dominick fike coded. Brown bags. Loves Pornstar!Chris. Pleasures herself to his personal videos. Never tells her friends about her obsession. Loves that he knows her. mutuals on some apps. Likes all of his TikTok’s. Brisk iced tea. Birken clogs.

A/N: THIS IS NOT MY ORIGINAL CONCEPT!!!! Credits to @cvnntagious , @sturnioz , Etc. But those are the main people I got Inspo for this from!!! Please enter my inbox with questions about them!!! I love this AU and thought I’d hop onto it in my own take!!!!

Love ya!!

©Slxt4chriss

⁀➷ 𝓑𝓪𝓬𝓴 𝓽𝓸 𝓷𝓪𝓿𝓲𝓰𝓪𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷

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i keep coming back to this cs this au’s js so delicious

fan!reader runs into someone a little familiar.

part two to ꒰ THIS ꒱ but it can be read as a standalone. and thank you @cvnntagious for the pic of chris !

you hadn't spoken to chris in almost a week.

you dmed him after your girls night—finally alone, sprawled across the blankets in the comfort of your own bedroom—letting him know you had watched his video and what you had thought. you had even sent him a picture of the aftermath, your face hot as you hit send, imagining his reaction.

but he didn't respond.

he didn't even read it—that little 'delivered' tag sat there, mocking you every time you opened the app.

you wanted to be annoyed, maybe angry or hurt, but deep down.. you knew you didn't have the right.

chris didn't owe you anything. he didn't know you—not really. you weren't friends, he hadn't seen what you looked like, and on top of that, he is a popular guy, probably busy with a million different things.

you told yourself this, over and over and over again, but it didn't stop the familiar knot of disappointment from tightening in your chest each time you checked your dms.

"would to stop checking your phone?" kaia says, her voice sharp enough to cut through the noise of the restaurant, elbowing your side as you step through the doorway, catching you off guard. "seriously. what's got you glued to it tonight?"

"it's just my mom," you lie easily, slipping your phone into your purse as you offer a tight-lipped smile. "talking about some family plans, that's all."

kaia arches a brow, her gaze lingering on you for a moment too long, the way they always do when she's trying to figure you out. you already know she doesn't fully buy it, but before she can dig any deeper, megan chimes in, saving you from a further interrogation.

"i'm sure the plans can wait for one night.." megan says lightly, pushing her glasses up her nose as she leads the way, weaving through tables toward one tucked in the back corner.

you follow them both quietly, your heels clicking softly against the floor as the hum of chatter and clinking glasses fills the space around you, pretending not to notice the look kaia throws you as she slides into the booth while you smooth the hem of your skirt as you sit down.

megan is already scanning the menu, oblivious—or pretending to be—while kaia picks up hers, leaving you a moment to quickly glance at your purse where your phone is tucked away, the faint buzz of anxiety still lingering in your chest.

you try to shake it off. it's not like checking your phone every five seconds is going to make him reply any faster... or at all.

once ordering, you try your best to push the nagging thoughts at the back of your mind as you include yourself in conversations, genuinely smiling and laughing. it feels good, even if it's a bit forced at first. kaia, thankfully seems to forget her earlier suspicions—her eyes lighting up as she excitedly tells you both about a new job offer, which you immediately raise your glass for a toast with a wide congratulatory grin.

but the grin slowly falters on your face, inch by inch, as your eyes drift over kaia's shoulder. you blink repeatedly, trying to refocus, but the sight in front of you still doesn't change.

maybe you're imagining things. maybe your brain is playing tricks on you. maybe you've had too much to drink already—which is sort of impossibly considering you've hardly sipped your wine.

because there is no way,

in this massive city,

in this random restaurant,

that you're staring right at chris.

he's walking in through the front entrance, that signature grin is spread wide across his face, the kind you've seen a hundred times in videos, the kind that makes his eyes crinkle at the corners.

your heart thrums as you watch him greet a waiter near the entrance; not with a polite nod or handshake, but a warm, familiar hug that pulls a genuine laugh from the both of them—the waiter patting his back like they've known each other forever, and chris seems completely at east, like he belongs here.

you blink again, your fingers tightening around the stem of your glass. you try—you really try—to tear your gaze away, only for your eyes to betray you, snapping back to him the second you hear his voice.

you've heard that voice countless times before; in the videos he posts, in videos and audios he sends you. but this is different. it's so casual and natural. it's just... him.

you chest tightens, and your mind begins to spiral as questions start to repeat in your head. why is he here? does he live nearby? are you dreaming? is this even real?

you breath hitches, and before you can think, you're already moving, pushing your chair back abruptly as you excuse yourself from the table. you keep your head down, eyes fixed on the ground as you slip past tables and crowds, ducking into the hallway that leads to the restrooms.

only when the door swings shut behind you, you finally exhale, pressing your back against the cool tile wall as your hands tremble, clutching your purse to your chest.

you're not entirely sure why you rushed off like that. maybe it's the fucking absurdity of the situation. or maybe it's the dread of being recognised by him (even though he literally has no idea what you look like... at least above the chest).

you decide to splash some water on your face, the coolness immediately soothing the heat in your cheeks, and you take your time carefully dabbing away the excess water with a paper towel.

straightening up, you let out a slow, deep breath in an attempt to steady your nerves before you turn and push the restroom door open.

but the moment you step out, you falter.

he's right fucking there, standing just a few feet away outside the men's restroom, his head tilted down as he scrolls through his phone, the other hand casually tucked into the pocket of his jeans.

you're staring. you know you are, but you can't stop. it's like your body refuses to listen despite you telling it to move, your feet rooted to the spot as your wide eyes take in every detail of him.

he looks just like he does in his videos, yet somehow... more.

the sharpness of his jawline, the way his tousled hair falls slightly over his forehead, the faintest scruff along his chin for not shaving in a few days—it leaves you completely struck.

he's not just a face on a screen that you rub one out to anymore; he's here, standing right in front of you, living and breathing in the same space. you feel like a creep gawking at him like this, and the realisation only makes your embarrassment worse.

your mind continues to scream at you to do something—move, look away, fucking anything—but you're paralyzed.

he's still scrolling, oblivious to your presence, and for a fleeting moment, you wonder what he's looking at. a message from someone? a dm from another fan? the thought stings more than it ever should, but you shove it down, focussing instead on the steady rise and fall of his chest as he breathes.

your stomach twists into knots, and your palms grow clammy as you fight the urge to turn and bolt back into the restroom. but it feels too late, because in the next moment, chris lifts his head, his gaze landing squarely on you.

he doesn't say anything, and neither do you. but then, he gives you a warm, easy smile—the kind you'd offer to a stranger in passing. it's polite, friendly, but so distant. like he doesn't know you... and he doesn't.

you don't like this feeling—this strange, hallow ache of knowing him while he doesn't even know you. after weeks of back-and-forth dming, sending each other explicit texts and videos that felt a little too real, you had foolishly let yourself believe that you weren't just another face hidden behind a screen.

worse of all, you can't really tell him. you can't just blurt out that you're the girl he's been talking to... or, more accurately, one of them, if there are more.

you part your lips, a simple 'hello' sitting heavily on your tongue, ready to break the tension of this god awful and awkwardly silent staring contest, but the sound of the men's restroom door swings open, making you flinch in surprise.

two figures step out, and for a moment, you think your brain must be short-circuiting. you must be going fucking crazy...

because they're him; the same face, the same sharp jawline, just with different hairstyles.

your eyes dart between the three of them, your mind struggling to process what the hell you're seeing while chris doesn't bat an eye at the two join him.

you blink, stunned, quiet. you can't do shit.

you don't have time to fully process it before the three of them start moving, chris slipping his phone into his back pocket as the group makes their way toward the front of the restaurant.

you stand frozen, still rooted to the spot as they walk without so much a second glance, the knot tightening in your stomach even more as you watch the door swing shut behind them, the quiet jingle of the bell signalling them leaving.

and just like that, he's gone.

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yum

𝑭𝑬𝑬𝑫𝑩𝑨𝑪𝑲 － 𝑪.𝑺.

divider by: @bernardsbendystraws

Summary: Chris was well known, in the porn world that is. He didn't really care what anyone else thought he had a good job and that's all that mattered to him. It never really got brought up that often but tonight when everyone is around their friends and intoxicated, you decide to change that.

Pairing: pornstar!Chris x reader

Warnings: smut, p in v, choking, recording the boombyah, chris being hot, idk what else

A/N: this is based off of the conversation I had with @cvnntagious ps!Chris bot, please go check her stuff out🙏

The cold leather couch felt cold on your legs, goosebumps trickling your skin. The sexual topics being brought up made you uncomfortable to say the least. But why should it? You're an adult. You shouldn't feel uncomfortable with this type of stuff.

You being you, you didn't talk. Your "closed off" body language wasn't noticeable, or so you thought. You thought no one noticed until Chris himself spoke up "C'mon ma, don't tell me this is disturbin' you or somethin'." Oh god. That nickname, you fucking hated it when he called you that. Despite the wetness growing between your legs.

"No I'm alright." you said softly, though Chris didn't believe it. "I think you're full of shit, but you're sure?" he said in a soft tone that almost, almost, made you wanna go down on him. "Yeah, why? Did you ask something I didn't hear or?" he chuckled in response, "Nah, just noticed ya look tensed up or something. You're not used to these kinds of conversations?" you smiled softly, "Not really, it's not everyday I hang out with a pornstar or onlyfans star."

He smirked, "Oh so you know what I do then?" he's clearly amused by this. His gaze lowers to your lips for a split second before meeting back up to your eyes "What did ya look me up or somethin'?" you chucked, "Don't boost your ego you just popped up on Twitter." A smirk landed on his pink lips at your sassy remark, realizing you're probably not as shy as you seem. "Shoulda clicked on my profile ma, trust me you'd like it."

Your smile only grew, "No I saw, need to work on your moans though. They sound fake." he let out a scoff with a small laugh, "Yeah? How could I improve?" "I'm not showing you it's your job not mine." You both laughed, clearly enjoying the playful banter between you both. "C'mon doll you know I like getting feedback." You shook your head before speaking, "Okay well, don't be so quiet. No one likes that. Moan more, whimper more, dirty talk, I don't care just don't make it quiet." You quickly shut your mouth after that, realizing your hormones took over for a second, the wetness only growing between your legs.

He smirked at your statement, his tongue poking the inside of his cheek, "Wasn't expecting that from ya. But how do you expect me to do all of this perfectly without any practice ma? Hm?" "Yeah do it yourself pretty boy." You said as you got up to go get yourself a drink. He chuckled at how quickly you got up. "Hey can you get me 'nother Pepsi while you're out there?" You looked at him with a confused face before grabbing him another can of Pepsi anyway. He smiled as you handed him the can, eyes trailing down your body as he spoke, "Hey c'mere for a second. Needa tell ya somethin'." Hesitantly, you sat beside him. The cold leather making you shiver slightly.

"You know.." he started, "I wouldn't mind your help with practice, from what ya said earlier. 'Bout how I need to be more loud. "If I say yes will you leave me alone with this?" you said annoyed. His smirk came back at your question. "All ya gotta do is say yes ma.." "Fine." you said with a huff. Not because you didn't want it, no you wanted it. Bad. But because you knew you'd get attached after this and he'd see it as nothing more than a one night stand. He started kissing your neck softly, a soft breath leaves your lips before saying "Right here? Can we at least go to an empty bedroom or something?" He chuckled against your neck, before pulling away and taking your hand as he led you to what you hoped was his bedroom.

The first thing he did when you guys walked into the bedroom was lock the door. He didn't want anyone to see what was his, or what he wanted to be his. He turned around and faced you, slowly walking towards you. "Fucking hate how attractive you are and how much I like you." You said as you kissed him roughly. His eyes widened at the sudden kiss, but is quick to reciprocate it as his hands move to each side of your jaw. He steps forward which causes you to push back into the wall. You moaned into the kiss, which gave Chris the perfect opportunity to add his tongue to the mix.

Before you know it your clothes are scattered all over the floor along with Chris' clothes. You're pretty sure you saw Chris put your underwear in his nightstand drawer but fuck you didn't care. Not when he was pounding into you from behind at an ungodly fast pace. "Fuck ma- taking me so well." You only moaned in response, not like you could form a sentence anyway. "Chris please-" you managed to get out, "Please what? Use your words." "Need your hand-" you couldn't finish your sentence so you just took his hand and guided it to your throat. He squeezes, but not enough to hurt you but enough to make you feel good. "F–Fuck baby, just needed my hand wrapped around ya throat huh?"

"Such a good lil slut f'me." He groaned out. His free hand that was on your hip grabbed his phone, his metal bracelet making you shiver. "Wan' record ya mama. Is that okay?" You whined and nodded. He was quick to start recording, making sure he gets the perfect view of you taking him, all of him. "Chris 'm close." "Yeah? Cum all over my cock. Fuck.." All it took was Chris to hit your g-spot one more time for you to break. A white ring forming around the base of his cock. He lets go of your throat and switches his phone into his other hand, his free hand coming to rest on your hip. "I'm close, gonna cum all over your pretty ass mama." And with that he pulled out quick enough to have his hot cum spurt all over your ass.

He's quick to stop recording and upload the video to his OnlyFans and Twitter. When he's done with that he starts a bath for the both of you. Once your both done with your bath he hands you a pair of boxers and one of his shirts. He puts his boxers back on and some pajama pants. You cuddle up to his chest once you both lay down and he runs his fingers through your tangled hair. He grabs his phone and checks the video. "Wow." He says softly, you hum in confusion as he explains that the video has done better than any other one he's uploaded. "Yeah the people in the comments fucking love you ma, saying they've had a better orgasm than ever. Think that means I'm gonna have to keep you." And with that he kisses your forehead as you fall into a deep sleep.

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A/N: can you tell I got lazy towards the end LMAO. Two posts in one day who is this?? lmk if you wanna be added to the taglist!!

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i’m in loveee with nerd!matt and cheerleader!reader, like you don’t understand

How many accs do you follow?

unfortunately, not many :( but i promise it's not cs i'm sort of undercover hater or sum, i just don't read many fics, and when i do, i get too scared to interact most of the time so it takes a min for me to build up the courage (by reading one person's work consistently for a while) to like/follow ! if y'all wanna send in some recs for me, i'd be happy to take some looks though

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shy!chris who’s horny all the time, but usually gets too nervous to initiate sex… he often opts to just hope & pray you see his raging hard-on through whatever pants he’s wearing, sometimes discreetly adjusting them in a way that makes his boner almost impossible to miss when he’s feeling extra desperate

you caught him doing it again — not so subtly adjusting himself next to you on the couch, making it easier for you to glance at the bulge in his pants, straining against the material, practically begging to be touched.

you try not to smirk as you continue to act oblivious, keeping your attention solely on the tv screen in front of you while chris mumbles under his breath and lets out little sighs here and there, clearly trying to get your attention.

you don't want to give him anything. you want him to tell you that he's horny — that he's so turned on that he needs you to fix his problem.

feeling chris' side brush against yours when he scoots in close still doesn't break you, and you feign innocence when you place your hand on his thigh in a loving manner, biting your inner cheek when you hear him intake sharply, the muscle beneath your palm tensing up and the subtle twitch of his cock in his sweats earns a little giggle from you.

chris' head snaps toward you once hearing the sound, and you can make out a frown forming on his lips in your peripheral vision. he juts his hips a little, making your hand move down, inching closer and closer to his bulge — your fingertips barely grazing him before you pull your hand away to settle it on your own lap.

a short huff leaves his lips, almost sounding like a frustrated whine before he swallows thickly, as if he's trying to find the courage to tell you what his body is craving—what he needs from you right now.

you can sense chris watching you from the corner of your eye, the frustration evident in the subtle frowning on his brow, the way his hands fidget restlessly in his own lap, tugging at his sweats to relieve the uncomfortable strain.

"i..." he swallows thickly once again, his throat bobbing with the action. "i..."

his struggling causes you to slowly turn to your head to face him, raising your eyebrow in gesture for him to keep going, to tell you exactly what he needs. his eyes meet yours, desperation and need swirling in them. the look on your face, the expectation in your gaze... it's breaking him.

chris' thighs press together, trying to bring some relief to the pressure between his legs, but it does nothing.

he wants you. he craves your attention, your touch, anything you're willing to give him.

he takes another shaky breath, the words coming out in a rushed and jumbled whisper, "i—uh.. i need you, i need you bad—i can't—i'm not—you need to... need to touch me—need to do somethin', i—"

a smirk breaks out onto your lips, and you tilt your head to the side as you stare at him, humming teasingly. "you need me to do something?"

chris' head rests back against the couch, a quiet whine leaving his lips as his pleading eyes meet yours once again, his hands grasping at the material of his sweats.

"anything," he whispers hoarsely, his voice cracking. "fuck—anything, just... please... please, anything. please."

"take them off then," you drawl as you sit up straight for a moment to push your hair back, keeping it out of your face as your eyes trail down to the bulge in his pants. "take them off, baby."

chris' breathing turns heavily as he fumbles with the drawstrings of his sweats, untying them with trembling hands before hooking his fingers beneath the elastic, pushing the material down over his hips and thighs along with his boxers, his cock springing free—swollen and red.

you hum softly at the sight and sink down to your knees on the carpet between his parted legs, gently rubbing your hands along his tense thighs before your hands circle around his cock, causing him to jerk slightly at the grip.

"relax..." you coo, pressing your lips to his swollen tip. "let me fix it for you."

@ STURNIOZ