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heyhey! idk if you reqs but if you do, can you make bsf!chris finding out the reader has crush on him and now he's fucking her dumb?

ㅤׂㅤ⊹ㅤㅤsmut,⠀(bestfriend dynamic) bsf!chris,⠀pnv, ⠀mild bumbification kink,⠀fingering,⠀size kink,⠀teasing

when Chris found out about your little crush, did you really think he wouldn’t pull you into his lap and fuck it out of you?

You weren’t even supposed to be doing anything.

It was just a hangout—his house, his hoodie slung over your smaller frame, the sleeves swallowing your wrists while your bare legs rested easily across his lap. It felt familiar, safe even… until his fingers dipped between your thighs like they owned you. Like this wasn’t the first time he’d had you open in his lap and pliant in his arms.

Chris leaned back against the couch cushions with you folded into his chest, his fingers already pushing up inside your cunt, slow and deep and purposeful. His other hand dragged your thigh open further across his lap, just enough for him to slip his palm flat over your clit and start rubbing it in gentle, hungry circles.

His tone, though, was the worst of it—teasing and smug, thick with that grin you couldn’t see but could feel.

“Didn’t think I’d find out from Matt, huh?”

he murmured low, brushing his nose into your hairline, lips curling against your temple. “Tellin’ my brother all the shit you shoulda said to me. How bad you want it... how dumb I make your pretty little head go.”

“C-Chris… I d-didn’t mean it like that, I s-swear…” As she let out a whimper as his fingers curled perfectly against that soft spot inside you, dragging back out with a wet noise before pressing in again.

"Fuckkk, ma... you’re soaked." His breath caught just a little, just enough to sound ragged at the edges. "You tryna act all innocent sittin’ on me like this, wearin’ my fuckin’ hoodie, but you’re squeezin’ my fingers like you need 'em."

Your hand curled into his shirt, drooling a little from your open mouth before catching yourself—only for Chris to tilt his head down and catch the drool on his thumb, thumb that he rubbed slowly under your bottom lip before bringing it down between your legs.

He pulled his fingers out, wet and glistening. Watched your folds clench around nothing, desperate.

Then you felt it—his cock twitching under you. Thick. Hot. Pressed up against the inside of your thigh under those loose sweats he always wore. He adjusted his hips just enough to lift you slightly, one hand holding your thigh while the other tugged his waistband down, letting his cock spring free—fat, flushed, and already leaking.

Chris groaned under his breath and dipped his thumb between your legs again, smearing your slick up over the tip of his cock, spreading it slow. His voice dropped to a rasp.

"You're so fuckin' wet for me, ma. Look at that… fuckfuck."

Your eyes fluttered as he pulled your panties aside with one hand, guiding the blunt head to your soaked slit. He let it rest there a second, dragging it through the mess he made between your folds, rubbing it against your clit until you squirmed in his lap.

Your hips jerked—needy, overwhelmed...“Nngh—t-too much, y’too big, Ch- chris—” he just chuckled, arms curling around you from behind.

"You’re so tiny, baby....Always forget how small this lil' cunt is until I gotta stretch it out allll over again," he muttered, kissing the side of your neck as he pushed in slowly—inch by inch, stuffing you full.

You gasped, back arching, thighs tensing. “C-chris– nghhh– ah...too much–”

He cooed at you, quiet but low. “Nah, you can take it. You always do. Just gotta let me help you.”

One of his hands held your waist firm, the other holding your thigh out, bouncing you slow and easy on his cock. His arms caged you in, snug against his chest, and your feet barely touched the couch cushion, your whole body helpless in his lap. You whined when he rolled his hips up from underneath, grinding deeper, brushing your clit with every slow bounce.

"S’tight, baby," he groaned, chin hooked over your shoulder. "So fuckin’ tight. You’re squeezin’ me like– like... you dunno what to do with it..."

His hand came up between your legs again, thumb circling your clit as he fucked up into you—gentle, deep thrusts that had your head falling back, eyes fluttering.

"Say it." He nuzzled into your hair, voice soft and dangerous. "Tell me what you told Matt... What you really wanted from me? Hm?"

You shook your head, lips trembling, but his thumb pressed a little harder and he bottomed out all the way, his cock so thick it pushed your belly out slightly. You cried into his chest, fingers fisting his hoodie, legs kicking uselessly as he held you steady.

"Say it, maaa," he dragged the word slow, almost like a mock. “Say how bad you wanna be fucked dumb. Say you only think straight when you’re full of me.”

You were already falling apart—hips twitching, thighs clenching around his, drool wetting your lips again as he bounced you faster, rougher now. His hands gripped your thighs like he owned them, pulling you down every time he pushed up, his cock bullying deeper inside your swollen pussy.

"Good girl..." he groaned, feeling your walls flutter around him. "That’s itttt– Gonna fuck the rest of those secrets outta you."

And you let him. Fucked out, whimpery, stuffed and small and drooling all over him—you let him.

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fleurenese · 5 days ago

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. . . matt, your best friend—gets drunk, whispers your name like a prayer and eats you out like a sinner.

drunk!matt x soft!reader | smut oral (f receiving), messy face-sitting vibes, praise, slurred begging, overstimulation potential

The bass thumps faintly through the walls, but up here, in the bedroom, the air feels thick and slow. Like the world stopped moving the second you let Matt press you down against the bed, eyes glassy, lips swollen, drunk off cheap whiskey and the thought of getting you like this—under him. For him.

Or more accurately, above him.

He’s on his knees between your thighs, flushed and mouthy, palms pushing up under your skirt like he’s impatient just to feel where you’re warm. Your panties hit the floor ages ago, somewhere between breathy giggles and him whispering “C'mere– l– let me...please, I...i need it– haah...”

Now? His face is buried in you like he means it.

“Fuck– baby,” he groans against your inner thigh, kissing it sloppily, tongue dragging a line up toward your heat. “You’re so soft. Can’t stop thinkin’ about this. Can’t—”

He doesn’t finish. Just licks again, slower this time, his tongue flat and warm as it presses into your folds, collecting slick with a deep, hungry sound in his throat. He buries his mouth against you, breath hot and wet, tongue working through the mess like he’s savoring every inch.

Your hips twitch. You’re already dizzy.

“Wanted you all night,” he mutters, kissing the top of your mound like it’s something sacred. “And you’ve been sittin’ there, bein’ sooo sweet—lookin’ at me like that…”

You don’t even realize how tight you’re gripping his hair until he groans again, tongue dipping down low to circle your entrance. He noses deeper like he wants to drown in it, breath dragging out in a ragged, half-drunk moan when your thighs try to clamp around his head.

“M- matt...” you whimper. You can barely think. His jaw is working so messily between your legs, and his nose—fuck, it presses up right against your clit every time he licks upward, slick building with every pass of his tongue.

He doesn’t wait for permission. Doesn’t tease or slow down. He spreads you open with both thumbs & devours—broad, greedy strokes from base to tip, then quick little flicks right over your clit like he knows it’ll make you jump.

“Don’t care,” he says into you, slurring it a little, voice sticky and full of praise. “I’ll be good. Just—lemme taste. Please.”

He’s so drunk. And it’s making him reckless. He kisses your pussy like he doesn’t know what shame is—mouth open, chin wet, tongue messy and constant. He moans again when your hips grind up into his face, and he fuckin' ruts against the mattress like the taste of you is getting him off.

“Fuck, you taste so good,” he groans, licking harder now, rougher. “Could stay here all night. You’d let me, wouldn’t you? Sweet girl like you…”

His mouth latches onto your clit, tongue circling it sloppily while his nose bumps against it with every twitch of his head. You cry out, legs tightening, trying to run—but he grips your hips, growling low, and buries himself deeper.

“That’s it...baby–let me have it.”

And with the way his mouth is moving—wet, hot, tongue stroking fast and needy—you do. You come shaking against his face, back arching, moaning something close to a sob as his name stutters off your lips.

And Matt? He moans too. Like you did something to him.

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