st7n1olo

[st7n1olo]

𝐥𝐨𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐨𝐩. 𝐜.𝐬

word count: 1397

“you keep staring, ma. gonna start thinking you want a taste.”

he said it with a cocky smirk, red lollipop dragging slow across his tongue. he was slouched on your bed like he lived there, legs wide, hoodie rucked up just enough to show a flash of his happy trail and he was looking at you like he already knew you were soaking through your underwear.

“shut up,” you muttered, eyes flicking away even though the damage was done.

he caught it — the way your thighs pressed together. he always caught it.

“mm. no can do,” he hummed, popping the candy out with a soft pop. “not when you keep lookin’ at me like you wanna fuckin’ ride my face.”

you opened your mouth to say something—anything—but chris just slid the lollipop between his lips again, sucking slow. filthy. intentional.

your voice died in your throat.

he leaned forward lazily, elbow resting on his knee, eyes burning holes through your skin. “what, baby? need help? use your words.”

you rolled your eyes. “you’re annoying.”

but even you could hear how breathless it came out.

“but you still want me,” he said, cocky as ever. “c’mere.”

you hesitated.

so he tilted his head and let the lollipop hang between his fingers. “or you want me to come to you?” he was already standing. already stalking over. “yeah. i figured.”

you backed up until your thighs hit the bed. he didn’t stop. didn’t say a word. just walked you backwards, pushed you down with a hand on your shoulder, and crawled over you. he held the lollipop up to your mouth like a dare.

“suck,” he murmured.

your lips wrapped around it automatically. sweet cherry coated your tongue—but it wasn’t about the candy, not even close.

his eyes dropped to your mouth, then your throat as you swallowed. he groaned, low and dangerous.

“look at you,” he breathed. “all that attitude earlier, now you’re letting me feed you candy like you’re my fuckin’ toy.”

he pulled the lollipop out of your mouth slow, strings of spit following it,and then shoved it in his mouth again, licking it once like he was tasting you.

you whimpered.

“aw, you like that?” he cooed. “you’re such a dirty fuckin’ girl.”

and then his mouth was on you. candy-sweet kisses pressed to your neck, jaw, lips— tasting you, teasing you, biting just to hear you gasp. his hands were already under your shirt, rough palms dragging up your sides like he was starving.

he yanked your shorts off without warning.

“christ,” he muttered, seeing the wet patch on your underwear. “you got this soaked from me sucking a fuckin’ lollipop?”

“chris, please—”

“uh-uh,” he interrupted, pressing his thumb against your clit through the fabric. “you’re not begging yet. not the way i like it.”

you bucked against his hand.

he laughed, low and cruel. “nah, you’re not getting anything till you ask right.”

you looked at him, eyes glassy, chest heaving. “please, chris. i need you.”

he leaned in, so close his nose brushed yours. “need me? or just my tongue?”

and then he ripped your underwear down your legs and dove between your thighs.

his mouth was hot and ruthless. no teasing now — all tongue and moans and messy licks that had your back arching off the bed. he devoured you like the lollipop was just practice. like you were the only thing he’d ever eat again.

your hands flew to his curls, tugging, grinding your hips up, but he gripped your thighs and pinned you down.

“stay still,” he growled. “wanna feel you fall apart on my tongue.”

and you did. with a cry that had your whole body trembling, thighs clenching around his head, fingers digging into his scalp.

he didn’t stop until you were sobbing.

when he finally pulled back, his lips were glistening and swollen. he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, then grabbed the lollipop from where he’d tossed it on the bed.

“open,” he ordered softly.

you opened your mouth, dazed and fucked out, and he slid the candy between your lips again.

“good girl,” he murmured, leaning in to kiss your jaw. “now be sweet and suck while i fuck the life outta you.”

you barely had time to catch your breath before he was flipping you over, strong hands dragging your hips up, back arched, cheek pressed into the sheets. the lollipop was still tucked between your lips, sticky sweet as your tongue rolled over it — just like he told you to.

“look at that,” chris muttered behind you, voice already dark and strained. “pretty little mouth full of sugar, and this pussy still dripping for me.”

you felt his palm slide down your spine, slow and possessive, like he was claiming you with his touch. he leaned in close, bare chest warm on your back as he kissed just below your ear.

“don’t spit it out,” he whispered. “keep sucking like a good girl. i wanna see that stick in your mouth while i fuck you stupid.”

you whimpered around the lollipop.

he laughed — low, smug, and mean.

and then you felt it. the fat tip of his cock, heavy and hot, nudging at your entrance. he dragged it through your soaked folds, teasing, slow… then slammed in with one hard thrust.

you choked on the candy, moaning so loud your eyes rolled back.

“fuckkk,” chris hissed, gripping your hips tight enough to bruise. “so tight, baby. still clenching around me like you’re not made for this dick.”

he started to move — deep, hard strokes that punched the air from your lungs. you were already wrecked from his mouth, and now he was fucking you like he was trying to ruin you forever.

his fingers slid up to tug your hair back, making you arch even deeper. the angle had you gasping, lollipop falling from your lips and hitting the sheets with a soft thud.

he stilled immediately.

“oh?”

you froze.

“what did i say about that candy, sweetheart?”

“i—I didn’t mean to—”

he pulled out completely.

“no, no, don’t—!” you cried out, reaching back. “please, chris, i didn’t mean to!”

he just grabbed the lollipop, dragged it through your spit-slick lips, and shoved it back into your mouth. “don’t let it happen again.”

and then he was fucking you harder.

the sound of skin slapping, the wet suck of the lollipop between your lips, your muffled moans, his ragged breathing— it all filled the room like sin.

“god, look at you,” he grunted, one hand gripping your waist, the other wrapping around your throat and pulling your head up. “mouth full, brain empty. just takin’ what i give you.”

you nodded, tears spilling over from how good it felt. from how full you were. from how fucking wrecked he had you.

“you’re mine,” he said, low and rough against your ear. “you know that, right? no one else gets to see you like this. gets to fuck you like this.”

you clenched around him hard.

he groaned — deep and broken. “yeah? that turned you on?”

you could barely speak, lollipop still in your mouth, but you moaned a muffled yes.

“say it, then,” he ordered, fucking into you so deep your legs shook. “say you’re mine.”

you pulled the lollipop out just long enough to cry, “i’m yours—i’m yours, chris, please—” before shoving it back between your lips, desperate to obey.

and that pushed him over the edge.

he grabbed your hips and slammed into you one last time, thick and deep, burying himself as he came with a loud, wrecked moan of your name. the sound of it made you cum again, eyes squeezing shut, body shaking under the weight of it.

you collapsed into the mattress, chest heaving, legs trembling.

chris didn’t move for a second, just stayed inside you, breathing hard, head resting on your back. then he pulled out slow, careful, and rolled you over like you were something fragile.

he brushed hair off your face and smiled, soft and lazy. “told you i’d fuck the life outta you.”

you just blinked at him, dazed and stupid with love and lust.

“you okay, baby?” he asked, brushing his thumb across your cheek.

“mhm,” you whispered, voice hoarse. “i’m yours.”

he grinned.

“damn right you are.”

a/n: pls dont flop 💔💔

— typed with one hand, lola.

© cuntyyforchris

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⇢ 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐑!𝐂𝐇𝐑𝐈𝐒 𝐅𝐔𝐂𝐊𝐒 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊𝐒𝐄𝐀𝐓

1k words — smut, drug use, hotboxing, praise ish?

the inside of chris’s car is already thick with smoke when you climb in, warm and hazy, the glow from the streetlights casting soft gold across his jaw. he’s reclined in the driver’s seat, blunt burning between his lips, eyes half-lidded, legs spread like he owns the whole damn world.

he kind of does. at least the version of it that exists at two a.m behind tinted windows and under your skin. his eyes flick over to you, slow and amused.

“bout time,” he mutters, voice low, rough, smoke laced. “thought you were gonna pussy out.”

you shut the door behind you, sliding into the seat. “it’s two a.m., chris.”

he turns to you with a lazy smirk, lip curling. “and your point is?”

you don’t have one. not when his hand slides over, casual as anything, and settles on your thigh, warm, familiar, rough. not when his gaze sinks into yours like he’s stripping you bare in his head.

your fingers shake a little as you take the blunt. your lungs burn. you cough into your sleeve and he laughs, the sound low and amused.

“fuckin’ lightweight.”

“you roll like a psycho,” you mutter through the smoke.

he plucks the blunt from your fingers and leans in, close enough that the scent of weed and his cologne makes your head spin.

“you gonna cry about it?”

you glare. “maybe.”

his grin deepens. “good. crying looks real cute on you.”

your stomach flips. your thighs clench. it’s stupid, the way he gets to you— like every word is a match, every look a fucking spark.

he exhales slow, thick smoke curling around both of you like a veil. “back seat.”

you blink. “what?”

his jaw ticks. “get in the fuckin’ backseat.”

“chris—”

he turns to you fully now, blunt in one hand, the other gripping your thigh tight. “i said move.”

your breath catches. something about the way he says it makes your whole body light up. you scramble out, half dazed, heart thudding as you climb into the back. the air feels thicker here. hotter.

he follows right after, shutting the door with a dull thunk, the whole car shifting with his weight. it smells like leather and smoke and him. warm and dizzying and dirty in the best way.

he’s on you fast, one hand grabbing your jaw, tilting your face toward him as he hovers close.

“you’ve been sittin’ pretty in my passenger seat for weeks,” he mutters, thumb brushing over your cheek, his eyes all heavy heat and hunger. “but you know what i think about every fuckin’ time i look at you?”

you don’t answer. you can’t, not when his hand is already sliding down, rough fingers slipping beneath your waistband.

“this,” he says, voice dropping. “back here. windows all fogged up. your ass pressed against the leather while i fuck the attitude outta you.”

he yanks your pants down like it’s nothing, like you’re something he already owns. maybe you are. you don’t stop him. you don’t want to.

your thighs fall open on instinct, eyes locked on the way he looks at you, like he’s starving.

“fuck me,” he mutters, dragging two fingers through your slick folds, slow, deliberate. “so fuckin wet. jesus.”

“chris—”

“this all for me?” he asks, voice low and raspy as he rubs tight circles over your clit.

you nod, breath catching. “yeah. all for you.”

he leans in, smirking as he presses one thick finger inside you, then another. your mouth falls open as he curls them, slow and deep, his thumb still rubbing.

“shiiit, angel,” he breathes. “always so fuckin’ ready for me.”

your head tips back against the seat, hips already twitching with every thrust of his hand. the windows fog more, your breath hot and shallow, and the smoke still curls around both of you.

“stay still for me,” he growls, pushing your knees up. “you know better.”

you nod, whining. “yes, yes, i will—”

he pulls his fingers out, slow at first, then suddenly, all at once, leaving you clenching around nothing. the emptiness makes your chest tighten, your hips chasing after him on instinct. but before you can beg, he’s already pressing the leaking head of his cock to your entrance, and then he’s slamming into you in one brutal, claiming thrust.

you gasp, legs shaking as he fills you. “oh my god—”

“thaaat’s it,” he grits, burying himself deeper. “take it, angel. take all of me.”

he sets a punishing rhythm right away, hips snapping against yours, the sound of skin on skin filthy in the quiet of the car. his hand wraps around your throat— not tight, just enough to hold you still, make your eyes flutter.

his other hand shoves your hoodie up, rough palm covering your breast, thumb rolling your nipple until you arch into him.

“you fuckin’ like this, huh?” he mutters, panting against your mouth. “stoned, fucked out in my backseat like a goddamn toy?”

you moan loud enough to echo inside the car, thighs trembling. “yes—fuck, yes—”

his pace stutters at that. he groans, mouth crashing into yours, messy and hot, teeth dragging over your lip.

“gonna cum?” he pants, voice all fucked out and urgent. “you gonna fuckin’ lose it for me?”

“chris—please—i’m so close—”

“that’s my girl. c’mon,” he growls. “make a fuckin’ mess on my cock.”

you cry out, the orgasm ripping through you hard. your whole body clenches, back arching off the seat as he fucks you through it.

he’s not far behind, thrusts going sloppy as he buries himself to the hilt, groaning deep against your neck. his fingers bruise your hips as he empties into you, cock twitching inside your soaked pussy.

for a long moment, it’s just breathing, smoke, and sweat. the windows are fogged to hell. your body is limp under his, twitching from the high.

he kisses you once, deep and slow, hand cradling your face like he can’t help it. then he pulls back, thumb brushing your bottom lip. “open.”

you do, dazed, and he slips a fresh blunt between your lips.

“atta girl,” he murmurs, striking a lighter. “hit it.”

you inhale slow, chest still heaving, pussy throbbing, every inch of you aching.

his hand never leaves your thigh.

a/n: thank you @drewswife for the request! I LOVE THIS

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© zenithsturniolo

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despite bfb!chris and bbf!reader hating each other, he can't help himself from filling her up.

the sounds of skin slapping echoed through the room, along with the disgusting squelches that came from both natural juices and semen as chris’ cock repeatedly dragged in and out of your pussy. it wasn't as tight as he'd like it to be, your walls fitting around him like it was molded after him, but what else can he expect after four rounds of fucking?

“f-f–s-shit, chris! fu-fuck, like t-that! please!” your muffled voice shouted from where your head was buried in his pillow, your hips and lower back starting to really feel the burn from how he worked you, feeling like you could collapse right there. but you loved this shit, how he used you like this. your hands reached behind you to ground yourself to something, anything.

he noticed your flailing arms and smirked to himself before moving his hands from your hips to grab them, yanking you back on his dick as he just thrusted even deeper in you, the sensation and change in angle making your noises vulgar and borderline pornographic. “yeah, this what y’needed?”

a series of “please”s and “yes”s fell from your lips, your mind only focused on how he was hitting your spot every damn time. how his tip perfectly kissed your cervix, how you could feel your arousal drip down your puffy folds and onto your inner thighs. you were confident you were already filled to the brim with his cum, but it just wasn't enough.

he kept a firm grip on your forearms as he felt his fourth orgasm of the night approach him. between you whimpering and crying for it like a slut, barely able to form any coherent words, the cream that circled the base of his shaft as his previous releases were sticking like glue on your thighs, and the way your ass recoiled against his hips like it was nobody's business. . . he didn't stop himself from filling you up once more. who could blame him?

the only thing he loved more than fighting with you was fucking you full of himself.

A/N ummm... listen i was horny and in the mood to write i don't wanna hear it. may or may not revisit these two, idk

divider by @bernardsbendystraws

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“dinners ready!” i say as i lay on the table

DILF DILF DILF DILF

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matt would just love to savagely manhandle you onto his cock whenever he feels like it, because apparently your rhythm isn’t good enough for him.

when you’re riding him and he’s not in the mood to tolerate your pitiful pace, his strong arms clamp onto your ass, jerking you up and down his thick shaft like you’re some insignificant toy—how charming.

the brutal force might catch you off guard, forcing you to desperately claw at his neck to keep from falling apart as he mercilessly stretches your cunt, treating you like his disposable fuckdoll with that oh-so-lovely lack of remorse. isn’t he just the sweetest thing to ever exist?

[st7n1olo]

"dont sexualise the triplets!! they're gonna quit bc you fake fans sexualise them too much!!!🥺🥺"

literally chris:

bro does NOT care💀

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literally 💔💔 I have no idea what’s happening I just wanna jerk it 💔💔💔

.... what did i come back to?

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no condom forever or wtv black panther said

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gender is NOT the same as sex…

gender is what you identify as, sex is what i'll be having with matt tonight. stay informed..😫

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࿐ rapper!matt using chris’ girl’s moans in a song

it wasn’t out of the ordinary for you to be visiting the studio when matt was recording. you quite frequently found yourself spending late nights in the lounge area alongside your boyfriend chris while you listened to matt layer vocals on top of beats, trying to perfect his art.

what was out of the ordinary was matt bending you over the soundboard, your skirt and panties at your ankles while he rammed his cock into you from behind.

“that’s it, can feel your pussy squeezing around me,” matt grunted, your thighs bruising in the shape of his fingerprints, “wouldn’t chris looove this.”

your eyes were rolling into the back of your head, hands desperately trying to grasp onto anything to stable yourself as matt repeatedly hit your g spot over and over again.

“matt,” you moaned, “harder, wanna feel you tomorrow.”

matt smirked devilishly, taking up your offer as he snapped his hips into yours, guiding your movements against him.

he bent over, your black flush with his chest as he thrusted his cock in and out of you roughly, his lips brushing against your ear as he spoke lowly into it.

“c’mon, y’can be louder than that, right? tell me how much better i fuck you than your boyfriend does.”

you nearly screamed, your moans and gasps echoing off of the padded walls. matt grinned to himself, one hand leaving your hip as he messed around with the computer mouse, turning on a mic and clicking record.

the red light lit up on the sound board as the microphone in front of you both captured all of the obscenities leaving your mouth. each little sound that fell from your lips was picked up on the recording device, adding itself to the background of the song matt was just working on.

“scream it baby,” matt mumbled to you, his fingers finding their way to your clit, “tell me he doesn’t fuck you like me.”

© mattscoquette | taglist

𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬. ⋆˚꩜｡ 2 in one night !! this mv was tew good not to write about

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how i look at my phone when i see any picture of chris wearing that FUCKING pirate girl shirt

one chance one chance pls one chance zaddy pls

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this is officially a WHORE HOUSE

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This one too

The way she screams for Matt 😭 i cannntttt

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I fucking love Quen 😭

If chris aint geeking over ts i am bc shes BHAD

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the way i’ve never seen any of these, i knew that was a freaky fucker

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hi so i need a huge collage of every time chris had a visible bulge in his pants and p links that look scarily similar to chris😊😊😊😊😊

[st7n1olo]

no lube, no protection, all night, all day, from the kitchen floor to the toilet seat, from the dining table to the bedroom, from the bathroom sink to the shower, from the front porch to the balcony, vertically, horizontally, quadratic, exponential, logarithmic, while I gasp for air, scream and see the light, missionary, cowgirl, reverse cowgirl, doggy, backwards, sideways, upside down, on the floor, in the bed, on the couch, on a chair, being carried against the wall, outside, in a train, on a plane, in the car, on a motorcycle, the the bed of a truck, on a trampoline, in a bounce house, in the pool, bent over, in the basement, against the window, have the most toe curling, back arching, leg shaking, dick throbbing, fist clenching, ear ringing, mouth drooling, ass clenching, nose sniffling, eye watering, eye rolling, hip thrusting, earthquaking, sheet gripping, knuckles cracking, jaw dropping, hair pulling, teeth jitterbug, mind blogging, soul snatching, overstimulating, vile, sloppy,moan inducing, heart wrenching, spine tingling, back breaking, atrocious,gushy, creamy, beastly, lip biting, gravity defying, nail biting, sweaty, feet kicking, mind blowing, body shivering, orgasmic, bone breaking, world ending, black hole creating, universe destroying, devious, scrumptious, amazing, delightful, delectable, unbelievable, body numbing, bark worthy, can't walk, head nodding, soul evaporating, volcano erupting, sweat rolling, voice cracking, trembling, sheets soaked, hair drenched, flabbergasting, lip locking, skin peeling, eyelash removing, eye widening, pussy popping, nail scratching, back cuts, spectacular, brain cell desolving, hair ripping, show stopping, magnificent, unique, extraordinary, slendid, phenomenal, mouth foaming, heavenly, awakening, devils tango ever bro could cause a nuclear bomb inside me and I'd still ride.

thanks.