sweetisphoebe

[sweetisphoebe]

hi sorry guys i’ve honestly lost interest in the triplets and is having trouble finding inspiration for them! i will probably abandon this account but leave it up for everyone.

thank you for reading,

phoebe!

[sweetisphoebe]

ㅤㅤRING RiNG?ㅤ─── TONGUE-TiED ㅤ&' TANGLED

ㅤ⋆ ㅤfratboy! chris ㅤpaired withㅤ ◞ㅤ doe! readerv ❜⠀⠀۟⠀ “JUST A LITTLE MORE, BABY…”ㅤㅤ. . .ㅤ!

✿ ´ㅤ ── WARNiNG ;ㅤsmut,⠀pnv,⠀mild praise kink, ⠀cockwarming to sex and more...

ㅤㅤShy reader squirms in Chris’s lap, scared his brothers might walk in, as he slowly stuffed her full, begging and cumming deep like he can’t stop.

“You said we were gonna watch the movie.”

Your voice is small, pressed somewhere near the collar of his hoodie, muffled by nerves and the heat of everything between you. The room’s dim, the laptop screen flickering weakly from the nightstand, and the low hum of the movie score is barely enough to distract from the fact that you’re sitting on Chris’s cock.

His arms are curled around you, legs stretched out and tangled with yours beneath the throw blanket that barely hides what you’re doing. Your back is arched into him, hands buried in the folds of his sweatshirt like you’re holding on for dear life. Because in a way, you are.

He’s not moving. Not really. Not yet.

Chris breathes against your neck, lips brushing the soft spot just below your ear. His voice is rough, voice still warm from the beer he finished earlier. He smells like cheap body wash and dryer sheets, and that cologne he pretends he doesn’t actually like but always wears around you.

“I am watching,” he murmurs, lazily. “Watching you sit there bein’ real cute....fuck”

You flinch a little when he shifts — even just that subtle roll of his hips beneath you has you clenching without meaning to, and his cock twitches in response, still thick and snug inside you.

“You’re heavy,” you whisper back, trying to breathe through it. “It’s… a lot.”

“I’m not even doin’ anything,” he laughs, the sound low and raspy. “Just keepin’ warm. You said you wanted to cuddle.”, “I didn’t say this kind of cuddling...” Chris groans softly as you shift in his lap. His fingers instinctively tighten on your hips, keeping you planted.

“Shit, bunny. Don’t squirm...”

“You’re… you’re hard–” you stammer, voice feather-light.

“And you’re so fuckin’ tight, ma” he mumbles against your cheek, his breath hot and shallow. “Squeezin’ me like that even when you’re tryin’ not to...”

You feel heat crawl up your chest, your arms, your cheeks. You try to hide your face further in the curve of his neck, but his hands stay steady on your waist, not possessive– just grounding. Keeping you flush, full.

Everything’s slow. Muffled. The tension has a softness to it, all breath and pulse and too-warm skin.

You shift again, nervously, and he gasps, hips hitching upward just the slightest bit.

“Chris– ” you start, but he cuts you off, voice thin.

“Don’t move...! Please, please... You feel...soo good. I’m tryna be good... baby.”

His forehead drops against your temple as his chest rises in heavy breaths. You can feel the restraint in him — the way his thighs twitch, the way his grip shakes slightly like he’s trying not to ruin the whole thing by needing too much.

Then you glance at the door, heart climbing into your throat. “Chris, what if one of your brothers walks in?” you whisper, panic lacing your voice now.

He hums again, calm and lazy, like your fear doesn’t reach him.

“Door’s locked,” he mumbles. “Swear I checked...”

“You always say that—”

“And I always mean it,” he cuts in, a sleepy smile brushing your jaw. “They won’t come in...ma,”

You go still, cheeks flushed. His cock pulses again deep inside you — your walls still fluttering around him, soaked and stretched, not used to just sitting like this.

“I just wanted to hang out,” you say softly, unsure if you’re reminding him or yourself.

Chris doesn’t miss a beat.

“We are hangin’ out,” he breathes, lifting his head just enough to kiss behind your ear. “This is hangin’ out... Just with your pussy wrapped around me...”

You go red.

Your hands tighten in his hoodie, thighs trembling a little where they press outside his. He’s so warm beneath you, so content, like this is his favorite version of cuddling and he’s not planning to move at all. Just your heat, your softness, and his cock inside you, not even fucking — just fitting.

And then, slow and unhurried, he shifts.

His hips roll up. Barely.

You gasp, and he groans into your shoulder.

“I’ll be good,” he whispers, voice straining now. “Just let me… just need a little more.” You squirm, panicked. “Ch- chris, I can’t– s- someone might hear–”

“I’ll be quiet...” he says, kissing your neck again. “Promise. Won’t even breathe loud.”

He does it again — pulls back slow, drags his cock almost out, then pushes in deeper. The pressure makes your legs shake.

Your voice breaks. “You said—”

“Just one...–” he pleads, rocking up again. “One little grind... J- just wanna cum, baby... You feel so good, fuckfuck–”

His rhythm stays slow, deep. He’s not even chasing it yet. Just dragging you over him in soft, heavy strokes, fucking you with the kind of care that feels worse than roughness. Every thrust makes you feel fuller, hotter, like your whole body’s molded to him.

“Feels good, hm?” he whispers, kissing your hair now. “You always take it sooo good...”

Your lips part, trying not to moan.

Then his hand slides between your thighs, palming the soft spot where you're dripping down his cock, thumb brushing lazily at your clit.

“There..” he whispers. “There she goes…” Your legs twitch. You squeeze down. He groans, loud enough that you flinch. “Shhh!” you hush, “Chris, stop...ngh- you’re gonna–”

“I- i know..” he pants, hips starting to stutter. “But I’m not stoppin’....You let me in, baby– I gotta f- fill you now...”

Your hands claw into his chest.

He fucks up one more time, slow but deep, and you feel him twitch, then pulse–inside you, thick and warm and needy as he cums with a shaky whine into your shoulder, whispering curses and your name over and over.

He doesn’t pull out.

Doesn’t even move. Just holds you tighter, breath hot in your ear.

“…you wanna watch the rest like this?”

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[sweetisphoebe]

i fear i have found a better song and changing it :3

I COULD BE A GOOD MOTHER.

almostdad!chris x almostmom!reader

not a lot, just forever by adrianne lenker

warnings! - your baby died :c, sensitive topics, attempted angst.

arriving at an early trip to the hospital when…

two weeks before your due date, your baby is born into the world; only.. their undeveloped body thought otherwise.

“will our baby have the soft blue eyes of her father, or the beautiful eyes of her mother?”

“i still wonder.”

n-no. i-it wasn’t supposed to be like this.

in your arms you coddled your new born baby. she was small, so tiny that she was just the size of your forearm. gosh, her fingers were as little peas and as delicate as bubbles. her skin was soft and a bit slimy.. but her shade was a mix of Chris and you.

although... her chest never rose.

she was still against your hospital gown, the only movement was your chest violently shaking as you sobbed. your hands held her close to your chest, tears streaming down your cheeks.

she was gone. born too early, too soon. it was a stillbirth.

Chris, the father and your boyfriend— was bent over the bed and hovered over you, holding back wails as he ran his hand through your hair to sooth you. his other hand was laid carefully over yours, over the baby. he gently cooed at you and let some tears of his own fall.

“s-sshh.. baby, i’m right here. ‘m right here, ma.”

he whispered in a shaky voice as he stroked your silky hair. his heart was shattered into pieces in his chest, all his emotions coming out of his eyes in forms of water droplets. his baby, his little girl, was gone. and seeing you in this broken, hurt state? only made it harder for Chris to keep himself together.

your biggest fear was coming true. your chest was heavy with feelings. a swirl of sadness, grief, pain, and denial. it felt like you were getting punched in the chest a million times with each gasp, an ache filling your chest.

the doctors informed the two of you that your baby’s lungs most likely hadn’t fully formed when the infant was born. they gave their condolences before slowly exiting out the room and let the two… parents, have their time alone with their baby.

for hours, you and Chris cried together with vague words and your baby girl being handed back and forth. eventually, your baby laid on your stomach once all the tears ran out. Chris slouched against the side of the bed and looked at you with sorrowful eyes, his hand lost in your hair.

“angel.. we have to choose what to do with her soon. give her a name and decide what we want to do with her before we leave the hospital.”

he rasps out in a low voice, glancing down at his baby. his eyes meet the lifeless body and begin to well up with tears again before he quickly wipes them away with his free hand.

Chris’s words just made everything feel more real. the actuality of your baby being alive was slowly lowering as your brain struggles to fight the truth. that your baby was gone.

and you and chris never got to meet her.

a/n : hi i know i disappeared and i probably will again but i just wanted to drop this attempted “angst” because i haven’t been able to feel much lately. am i crazy for writing this? i’m sorry i feel insane.

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[sweetisphoebe]

⠀⊹⠀. 𝐆𝐎𝐋𝐃 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑 ⋆ ˚ ꩜ ｡ ⋆୨୧˚ soft dom ! chris best paired with praise-drunk ! reader ׅ⠀𝆬⠀◌

!! smut, praise kink, unprotected sex, use of pet names (baby, mama), etc.

his hips roll slow, deep, steady—just enough to make you gasp when his tip brushes the end of you. the room's quiet except for the wet sound of skin meeting skin, the occasional breathy moan slipping out of your throat like you're trying to hold them back. and chris? he's watching you like he's memorizing every sound, every twitch of your mouth, every tiny shake in your legs as he presses in again.

"y'know," he hums low, thumb brushing over your cheekbone as he sinks in fully, "every time you let out one of those pretty little noises, you get a gold star."

you barely register the words before his hips drag back and thrust again, slow and smooth and deep enough that another soft cry spills from you. he smiles. really smiles. that soft, cocky little thing he does when he knows exactly what kind of effect he’s having.

"mm," he hums, like he's thinking. "that one definitely earned you a sticker."

he leans over to the nightstand without pulling out, grabbing a small sheet of gold stars. the edge of the sheet crinkles in his fingers as he peels one off with slow, deliberate care. he doesn't rush—just holds your face in one hand, presses a kiss to the corner of your mouth, and smooths the star right onto your cheekbone.

"there we go," he murmurs. "good girl."

his next thrust is slower, deeper, and when your mouth falls open around a whimper, he groans under his breath. his hand slides down to your thigh, lifting it a little higher so he can press in closer. the angle makes your breath hitch again and he eats it up like he's starving.

"you sound so pretty, baby," he whispers, hips rocking gently against yours. "makin' such a mess all over me."

his fingers curl tighter around your thigh, the drag of his dick pushing you closer with every slow, praising stroke. when you moan again, high and breathy, he pulls back just long enough to reach for another sticker. this one he presses just above your temple with a quiet, pleased hum.

"two already," he murmurs. "you're on a roll."

you whimper, and his chuckle is warm against your neck as he licks over the pulse there. he stays close, whispering right against your skin.

"doin' so good f'me," he breathes. "always take me so well, mama."

your hands clutch at his shoulders as he fucks into you again, the pace still slow but deep enough to make your toes curl. every sound you give him is answered with more praise, more kisses, more warmth in his voice like he's falling harder every time you moan for him.

"fuck, y'er squeezin' me so tight," he groans. "you close, baby?"

you nod, your breath stuttering as his thumb grazes over your waist. he doesn't stop—just keeps whispering, keeps praising, keeps rolling his hips with that same steady rhythm. another moan slips from your lips and he reaches for another star, placing it right on your collarbone with a smile.

"there's my girl," he says softly. "takin' it like a fuckin' angel."

his mouth follows the sticker with a kiss, then another just below it. your body trembles beneath him, and he doesn't let up—he keeps you grounded with his touch, his voice, his warmth.

"you wan' another one?" he murmurs, pressing one to your jaw. "huh, baby? wan' one right here?"

you cry out when he thrusts in just a little harder, and he grins, dragging his lips over your neck. "that's what i thought."

you start to spill over him with a soft, choked whimper, and chris is right there with you—holding you through it, whispering in your ear.

"that's it, baby," he says, breath catching. "fuck, jus' like that. good girl. so good f'me."

his hand doesn't leave your face, thumb stroking gently as he thrusts through the aftershocks. he presses another sticker to the center of your chest, just above where your heart's pounding, and kisses the spot once before pulling out carefully.

you're still shaking when he leans back and takes in the view—gold stars scattered across your cheeks, your jaw, your collarbone. he grins, then peels off a few more and sticks one to your shoulder, another on your tummy, then one just above your brow.

"you earned 'em," he says, lips brushing your ear. "every single one."

you try to swat at him, but your limbs are jelly, and he just laughs—low and happy—before kissing your temple where another sticker shines.

"if this is how you react to praise," he murmurs, smug and breathless, "m'gonna need a whole new sheet."

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[sweetisphoebe]

i’d say i fell off but i wasn’t even up there in the first place tbh 💔

[sweetisphoebe]

I COULD BE A GOOD MOTHER.

almostdad!chris x almostmom!reader

i bet on losing dogs by mitski

warnings! - your baby died :c, sensitive topics, attempted angst.

arriving at an early trip to the hospital when…

two weeks before your due date, your baby is born into the world; only.. their undeveloped body thought otherwise.

“will our baby have the soft blue eyes of her father, or the beautiful eyes of her mother?”

“i still wonder.”

n-no. i-it wasn’t supposed to be like this.

in your arms you coddled your new born baby. she was small, so tiny that she was just the size of your forearm. gosh, her fingers were as little peas and as delicate as bubbles. her skin was soft and a bit slimy.. but her shade was a mix of Chris and you.

although... her chest never rose.

she was still against your hospital gown, the only movement was your chest violently shaking as you sobbed. your hands held her close to your chest, tears streaming down your cheeks.

she was gone. born too early, too soon. it was a stillbirth.

Chris, the father and your boyfriend— was bent over the bed and hovered over you, holding back wails as he ran his hand through your hair to sooth you. his other hand was laid carefully over yours, over the baby. he gently cooed at you and let some tears of his own fall.

“s-sshh.. baby, i’m right here. ‘m right here, ma.”

he whispered in a shaky voice as he stroked your silky hair. his heart was shattered into pieces in his chest, all his emotions coming out of his eyes in forms of water droplets. his baby, his little girl, was gone. and seeing you in this broken, hurt state? only made it harder for Chris to keep himself together.

your biggest fear was coming true. your chest was heavy with feelings. a swirl of sadness, grief, pain, and denial. it felt like you were getting punched in the chest a million times with each gasp, an ache filling your chest.

the doctors informed the two of you that your baby’s lungs most likely hadn’t fully formed when the infant was born. they gave their condolences before slowly exiting out the room and let the two… parents, have their time alone with their baby.

for hours, you and Chris cried together with vague words and your baby girl being handed back and forth. eventually, your baby laid on your stomach once all the tears ran out. Chris slouched against the side of the bed and looked at you with sorrowful eyes, his hand lost in your hair.

“angel.. we have to choose what to do with her soon. give her a name and decide what we want to do with her before we leave the hospital.”

he rasps out in a low voice, glancing down at his baby. his eyes meet the lifeless body and begin to well up with tears again before he quickly wipes them away with his free hand.

Chris’s words just made everything feel more real. the actuality of your baby being alive was slowly lowering as your brain struggles to fight the truth. that your baby was gone.

and you and chris never got to meet her.

a/n : hi i know i disappeared and i probably will again but i just wanted to drop this attempted “angst” because i haven’t been able to feel much lately. am i crazy for writing this? i’m sorry i feel insane.

ribbons, pearls, and locket divider by @bloodibambiidoll

[sweetisphoebe]

ꪆ ׂ ִ 𐔌 𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐇 𝐎𝐅𝐅 𝐘𝐎𝐔 `𓂃⊹ — chris sturn.

reader discretion advised !! smut, use of drugs, unprotected sex, creampie, mdni.

𝐂𝐇𝐑𝐈𝐒'𝐒 𝐑𝐎𝐎𝐌 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐖𝐑𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐃 𝐈𝐍 a low purple glow, the led lights dimmed to the bare minimum, casting soft shadows across his walls. the buzz of his pc hummed in the background, still lit up from the last fortnite game he'd been in with matt. a lil skies track floated faintly under the hum, barely loud enough to catch more than a beat here and there.

the real focus was between you and chris—him sitting back against his pillows, legs stretched out in front of him, a blunt lazily burning between his fingers.

you were stretched out beside him on the bed, wearing nothing but a black oversized tee that hung loose over your shoulders and a cute little pair of black lace panties that peeked out every time you shifted. the cotton of the shirt clung softly to your skin, riding up here and there as you moved, just enough to keep chris looking. his eyes flickered over you every time you adjusted, pretending not to stare, but failing. his wife beater hugged his torso just right, and the fresh love sweatpants sat low on his hips, casual, effortless.

you took the blunt from his hand and pulled slow, your lips wrapping around it, smoke curling out from your mouth as you exhaled through your nose.

"i definitely believe that dreams are actually memories from your past lives," you said, smoke twisting through the air between you.

chris was nodding, watching you, but his gaze had shifted. it wasn't on your lips because of what you were saying—it was the way your lips looked when you smoked, the way the smoke lingered, how your tongue darted out to wet your bottom lip between pulls.

you caught it. the look. that look he gave you when he wasn't just high—he was high and horny.

you tilted your head slightly, that knowing smirk barely there. "what?"

chris shook his head slowly, "nothin'."

you didn't believe him. you never did when he gave you that look. your eyes didn't leave his as you took another hit, holding the smoke in your lungs a little longer this time before you passed it back to him. the tension was thick now, hanging in the air like the cloud of smoke around you. your eyes held his, locked in, heavy with something unspoken.

you shifted up toward the headboard, dragging your shirt up just a little with the movement. you propped yourself up on your elbows, then reached out and fisted the front of his tank top, gently. your voice dropped as your eyes smoldered through the haze.

"c'mere."

your teeth caught your bottom lip as you said it, still holding that look in your eyes. chris moved, slow, deliberate. his body slid between your legs, the heat of his hard-on pressing through his sweats, right against the softest part of you. you hummed low in your throat at the pressure, that slow ache already building.

he passed the blunt back to you as he hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his pants and boxers, tugging them both down to his mid-thighs in one motion. he didn't bother taking them all the way off.

his eyes stayed on yours as his hand wrapped around his length, slow strokes gliding from base to tip, slick from pre-cum and spit. his lips parted with a soft groan as he ran his thumb across the head. your breath hitched at the sound. he reached down, sliding your panties to the side without hesitation, eyes dipping just once to take in the view.

he dragged his tip through your slit, slow and teasing, catching on your clit just enough to make your hips twitch. your hum of pleasure made him smirk slightly, the corner of his mouth lifting.

"mmm, look at that," he said, voice low and rough. "how y'er coatin' me already."

your eyes followed his, gaze dropping to where his thick length was glistening with your wetness. he looked back up at you, eyes hooded, hungry. you passed him the blunt, and he took it without breaking eye contact, bringing it to his lips for another hit. while the smoke settled in his lungs, he eased forward and finally pushed in, slow, all the way. you let out the softest moan, breathy and drawn out, your body sinking deeper into the bed.

you laid back fully now, elbows slipping out from under you as your knees bent further, spreading wider. your hands reached down, palms pressing gently to the backs of your thighs, keeping your legs open as you looked up at him. his hips rocked into yours slow, lazy, deep. each thrust had you whimpering just a little louder, the sound soft and sweet against the music playing in the background.

he handed the blunt back and your fingers brushed as you took it. your eyes didn't leave his. he leaned down, just close enough to hover above you, and that smirk crept across his face again.

"i'm makin' you feel good?"

you didn't answer. too dazed. too full.

he tilted his head, eyebrows pulling slightly as his voice dropped deeper. "i asked you a question, mama."

his palm flattened against your abdomen, pressing just enough to make you feel how deep he was. you nodded quickly.

"yeah, yeah—shit."

chris gave a slow exhale through his nose and kept his pace, still lazy but purposeful. you took another pull from the blunt, then reached up and tugged gently on the front of his tank top again, pulling him close.

his lips hovered over yours, and you released the smoke right into his mouth, watching his eyes flutter halfway shut as he took it in. he let it out slow, then kissed you—soft, slow, deliberate. his mouth moved over yours with the same rhythm as his hips, and you felt the pressure building deep in your belly.

his lips left yours and started to trail down your neck, sloppy and open-mouthed, down over your collarbone. your free hand was on his back, in his hair, wherever you could put it. you reached to the nightstand blindly, putting the blunt out in the ashtray, then wrapped that arm around his neck, holding him close.

he felt the moment you dropped the blunt—the moment you had nothing to occupy your hands with but him. that's when he started moving a little faster, still not rough, but just enough to catch you off guard. your breath hitched, body jolting slightly. his hands slid under your thighs and pushed your knees further back toward your chest, changing the angle, hitting deeper.

your moans started to spill out more freely now, still soft but louder, more desperate. one hand reached up and pressed against his abdomen, a silent signal, trying to slow him down, to give you a second. he grabbed your wrist gently and moved it away, locking eyes with you.

"unt unt," he murmured, "why you runnin'? take this dick."

you tried again, pushing at his hip with your palm, but he was already leaning down, arms wrapping tight around your thighs to pin them against his sides. a full-on bear hug. no escape.

his mouth was by your ear now, lips brushing your skin as he whispered through his thrusts.

"mhm, now you can't do nothin' but take it… thaaat's it, baby. take it all."

you whimpered, high and breathless. your nails dug into his back as your body tightened, every nerve pulled taut. he kept rocking into you, slow and deep, hitting the same spot over and over until your legs started to tremble.

"chris," you breathed, voice shaking. "m'gonna—"

"go 'head, mama. cum all over this dick."

and you did. your whole body clenched around him, back arching, mouth falling open as your orgasm washed over you. chris didn't slow down—his thrusts stayed steady until his own breathing got ragged, his moans turning into soft, broken grunts.

"where you want me?" he asked, voice thick and low.

"inside," you said, eyes barely open, lips swollen from his kisses.

he groaned deep in his chest, hips stuttering once, twice, then he buried himself all the way in and came with a long, drawn-out breath. you felt him pulse inside you, warm and slow, until he collapsed against you, his body heavy and warm and perfect.

and for a moment, the room was still. the song had changed, the smoke had cleared, but all that mattered was the weight of him on top of you, the afterglow, the heat. the purple lights still hummed overhead, casting soft shadows over tangled limbs and slowed breathing.

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[sweetisphoebe]

I know you just a blurb of matt taking care of bunny while she’s drunk, but we NEED a blurb of chris taking care of bambi while she’s drunk!

chris ditches his deal the second someone tugs his sleeve and says, ❝your girl’s not lookin’ too good.❞

he finds you by the fence, bunny hanging from your hand, your lashes wet, lip all wobbly as you sway on your feet. his whole chest clenches. ❝oh, baby…❞ he scoops you up without thinking, bunny and all. ❝fuck’s sake. can’t leave you alone for five minutes, huh?❞ but his voice is soft. almost fond. ❝got yourself all messy again. jesus.❞

in the car, you babble nonsense, kiss his shoulder. at home, he peels your clothes off gently, swaps them for your favourite jammies, brushing his knuckles down your cheek to calm you. ❝d’you think bunny likes the moon?❞ you slur, blinking up at him.

❝mm, yeah, baby. bunny’s a big fan of the moon.❞ he hums as he wipes your face, pats serum into your cheeks like you’re glass. you hiccup, and he guides you to the bathroom, holding your hair just in case.

once you’re safe in bed, all tucked in tight with bunny squished under your chin, chris smooths the blanket up to your shoulders and kisses your temple. ❝’night, angel. no more pink drinks without me, yeah?❞ but instead of snoring, you wriggle stubbornly and pout, ❝you forgot my kisses. all of them.❞

he laughs under his breath, crouching beside the bed. ❝how many is all of them?❞ you hold up three wobbly fingers. ❝one for my nose. one for bunny. one for my soul.❞

❝your soul?❞ he snorts, but does it anyway... nose, bunny’s floppy forehead, then presses the last one real gentle over your heart. you sigh, satisfied. ❝okay. now sleep.❞ as if he wasn’t the one tucking you in.

[sweetisphoebe]

I MISS YOU, I'M SORRY. . . . C.S.

tw: mentions of self harm.ᐟ

It hurts. Mentally and physically, feels like your heart has been ripped out of your chest. It's been a month—maybe a little more. But no matter how long you wait for the day for you to wake and think of Chris and not feel anything, it never comes.

It was good, whatever you both had. And you miss it dearly, even with your friends telling you that he wasn't worth it. That you'll find someone better.

You lost a part of you. How could they just say that? Chris was the first guy you've been vulnerable with in years. You showed parts of yourself to him that you wanted to lock away from the world because it was him.

You want to rip your hair out, claw at your eyes, tear at your skin—anything that will temporarily get Chris out of your head.

You're so tired, so drained. It's a cycle.

Smoking to forget, drinking to numb the pain, harming yourself just so you can focus on you.

The entire situation makes you want to disappear off the face of the earth—and you'd say that you would go back in time. Undo every text, every photo you ever sent, every cute name that you called him... but it's Chris.

You're laying on the floor curled into yourself, sobbing as you go through your old texts.

You wonder if he does the same thing, wonder if he even thinks about you anymore or if you're just being insane and delusional over a guy that doesn't even want you anymore.

You were doing good. Barely glancing at his instagram account that you can't seem to unfollow—not adding to the pinterest board you made for the two of you when you first broke up, avoiding the playlist that you made when you got high that one time and you were thinking of him.

But then it hit you. Just like that, like a knife straight through your heart. You're never getting him back. Chris, the only guy that ever truly understood you. You're never getting him back.

You sob harder. Phone dropping from your hand as you curl deeper into yourself, sobs, and hiccups falling from your lips.

"It's for the better. If the universe wanted you guys together, you would be."

You remember vividly your friend telling you, and you remember just how vividly you freaked out then.

Just how you're freaking out now.

Hands clutching and grabbing at your shirt, kicking at the floor like a little kid.

You're not sure if you'll ever get better. But, you're sure if you do, you'll just end right where you currently are. Wanting someone you can't have.

nothing happened in the way i wanted, every corner of this house is haunted. —gracie abrams.

a/n: i still love you, i promise.

tags 𝜗𝜚⋆₊˚: @inspiredangel @domizmez @drewswife @strnilolover @sirensdollesque @courta13 @mattslilies @sturns-mermaid @bluetalia @pair-of-pantaloons @y2kstarr @sugarraez @sweeethrt @moond0llie @ambi-squirrelly @wastelandzella @applecidersturniolo @riasturns @iloveduckssm @oopsiedaisydeer @sturnsflirt @cayleeuhithinknott @h3arts4nat @angelyearner @pink1man @mi-co-uk @slvt4subchratt @tezzzzzzzz @chrisbratt333 @izzylovesmatt @chrisowenmuncher

[sweetisphoebe]

SWEATER WEATHER... PUPPY!CHRIS.

"You're so gorgeous, Bambi," he murmurs, lips brushing against your skin. His arms tighten around your waist, pulling you closer into his lap. "Can't believe you're mine."

Your maroon lipstick leaves smudged kisses across his face, but you don’t bother wiping them away. It’s fall—the season where you and Chris get the clingiest. He buries his words into your collarbone, whispering, "My girl. Mine. Mine."

You're somewhere behind Chris's house, in the woods cozied up by the little fire someone made. "Disgusting you two."

And it's true, you'll admit it. You used to be an avid hater of PDA couples, but when it comes to Chris, your hands forget how to behave.

You don't know how you survived, not kissing him whenever you were just friends.

Chris simply rolls his eyes, pressing another kiss to your soft skin. "Like you and Dre are any better." You giggle, Nick scoffs crossing his arms. "Look at you defending him!"

"Nick, it's okay to miss Dre—" You try to get out without laughing and fail miserably, "But can't me and Chris just enjoy the bonfire?"

He huffs, saying, "You're so lucky I love you." Before he walks away.

"I think he officially hates us." You laugh watching him angrily find his way back to his seat, "He'll get over it." Chris says before his lips are on yours, making you forget the conversation you were having.

Your arms come up to wrap around his neck, smiling against his lips as he murmurs against your lips. "My girl."

You pull away, "You're a cornball, y'know?"

"You love it." You boop his nose. "I do."

a/n: i want someone badly by jeff buckley on repeat. high (bad habits) by tove lo on repeat. sweater weather by the neighbor on repeat.

tags 𝜗𝜚⋆₊˚: @inspiredangel @domizmez @drewswife @strnilolover @sirensdollesque @courta13 @mattslilies @sturns-mermaid @bluetalia @pair-of-pantaloons @y2kstarr @sugarraez @sweeethrt @moond0llie @ambi-squirrelly @wastelandzella @applecidersturniolo @riasturns @iloveduckssm @oopsiedaisydeer @sturnsflirt @cayleeuhithinknott @h3arts4nat @angelyearner @pink1man @mi-co-uk @slvt4subchratt @tezzzzzzzz @chrisbratt333 @izzylovesmatt @chrisowenmuncher

[sweetisphoebe]

ik i just run a tumblr smut page BUT!!!

FUCK ICE, free palestine, free congo, FUCK trump, FUCK musk, no one is illegal on stolen land, and if u disagree, FUCK YOU TOO!!!

i’ve said this before but if u support that fuckass orange in office, idc if ur a silent follower or ur like is ur only form of interacting with me, just know, i don’t want it!!! and u are a terrible person!!! 😛

[sweetisphoebe]

. ₊˚⊹ ᰔ chris loves stuffing you full

⚠︎ smut, raw sex, p n v, creampie, stomach bulge, size kink, big dick chris

“fuck…look at that…”

his voice is quiet, but loud enough to accompany the lewd noises echoing in the room. your body feels hot, your cheeks burning with a red flush as short pants purse through your lips.

chris is hovering above you. his hips slam violently into you over and over again, his eyes trained on your lower stomach as he admires how stuffed you look.

“ch—chris…so big, fuck!” you cry, a brutal moan scratching your throat as he angles his hips perfectly.

“yeah?” he tuts, his movements growing with pride and confidence, “-so big, hm? but you can take it. yeah…fuck, you can really take it all, huh?”

his dirty words make your mind melt. every ounce of pleasure coursing through your body seems to multiply—the feeling of euphoria twisting around your limbs as you start to tremble.

chris is hypnotized by the sight of his dick in your guts. the apparent bulge makes him so proud—his sweet praises accompanying his harsh movements.

“pretty girl…takin’ me—fuck—takin’ me like a champ, huh? so good for me, so fuckin’ good,” he coos, his face scrunching as your cunt squeezes his length.

“oh!” you shout, your chest arching into his as you completely drown in the waves of bliss crashing over you. “-right there, chris! please—oh my god,” you sob, your nails clawing into his back as you hold onto him for dear life.

“mmmmm, right there…feels good for my baby, huh? yeah…” he nibbles on your lower jaw, kissing over the marks he had made on your neck earlier. “-wanna…wanna feel you cum—want you to cum, baby—please.”

you can tell by the desperation in his voice that he needs you to finish. chris is hanging on by a withering thread, trying to hold himself back from fucking you full of his cum. he’s too proud to satisfy himself before you.

“fuck—i’m—‘m cu—oh!”

chris is biting so hard on his lip he’s sure it’s bleeding. your cunt squeezes him—milking him as he finally lets himself come undone.

it’s pure bliss. every wave of euphoria feels like it’s consuming. your nails are clawing into him, your mouth agape while he hears how good he’s making you feel.

“f—fuck…look at that…look at you…” he huffs, finally feeling his body relax after the intense high. one of his hands trails downward, his chest swelling as he presses on the bulge of his dick in your guts.

you’re stuffed full of him.

a/n: ty for reading! any interaction is appreciated!!! check out my pinned for navigation <333

with love and big tits, rose 🫶🏻

[sweetisphoebe]

I’m just a girl.

[sweetisphoebe]

SWEET TOOTH - c.sturniolo

in which: fuckboy!chris toys innocent!reader with a lollipop.

contains: oral (f receiving), lollipop play, teasing, dirty talk, consensual control, bondage (a bit later), multiple orgasms, overstimulation, pussy drunk chris.

He was trouble from the moment you met him—messy hair, cocky grin, that slouched swagger like he owned every room he walked into. Chris was the kind of guy mothers warned daughters about. And yet, somehow, you ended up alone with him tonight, tucked away in the back of his place—his room dimly lit, music low, your heart pounding loud enough to drown it all out.

You sat on the edge of his bed, knees together, wearing the soft dress you thought was just cute enough. He stood in front of you, shirt half-unbuttoned, sucking lazily on a red lollipop like he hadn’t been staring at you like he was starving for hours.

“Y’know,” he drawled, pulling the candy from his mouth with a wet pop, “you keep lookin’ at me like that, I’m gonna start thinkin’ you want me to ruin you.”

Your breath caught.

“I don’t…” you started, but your voice betrayed you—breathy, uncertain.

Chris smirked. “Don’t what, baby?”

“I don’t know what I’m doing.”

He stepped between your knees, fingers under your chin, tilting your face up toward him. “That’s the whole fuckin’ point.”

And then he kissed you.

It started soft—teasing. But it didn’t stay that way. His tongue slipped into your mouth, tasting, coaxing, demanding. By the time he pulled back, your thighs were already pressed together, and he knew it.

“You trust me?” he murmured, that edge in his voice like velvet wrapped around steel.

You nodded. Slowly. Nervously.

His grin deepened. “Good girl.”

And then he had you on your back—completely bare, panties peeled off with slow, torturous precision. Your breath hitched when you felt the cool air hit your soaked folds. Chris looked down like he was admiring art.

“Fuck, you’re wet,” he muttered, licking his lips. “You want me to teach you how this goes?”

You blinked up at him, your body already trembling with anticipation. “Y-yeah.”

He pulled the lollipop from his mouth again. Sticky. Shiny. Slick with spit.

“Ever had one of these… somewhere else?”

You shook your head.

He grinned like the devil himself. “Then lucky me. First lesson.”

And then he slid it down.

You gasped—legs trying to clamp shut, but he spread you open with ease. The cool, wet surface of the candy traced through your folds, drawing slow circles around your clit, down to your entrance. You whimpered, hips jerking when he gently pushed the rounded tip inside.

“Relax,” he said, voice gravel against your neck. “I’ve got you.”

He began to slide it in and out—slow at first, then deeper, letting the lollipop coat in your slick, dragging over your most sensitive places with unbearable pressure.

You arched, mouth open, moaning without shame now.

Chris watched, jaw tight, eyes glued to where your body took the candy. “Look at that… you’re fuckin’ dripping. You like being used like this, don’t you?”

You couldn’t speak. Couldn’t think. All you could do was whimper, nodding furiously, your legs shaking.

And just when you were right there—panting, needing, desperate—he pulled it out.

You almost cried out from the loss.

But then he dropped between your legs and devoured you.

His mouth was hot, hungry, wicked. Tongue fucking into you like he needed it to breathe, lips sucking on your clit until your thighs clamped around his head and you were sobbing his name. He moaned into you—like he loved the taste—and it only made you spiral faster.

And then—

He pulled back, spit-slick and glistening, and shoved the lollipop into your mouth.

Your lips parted instinctively, tasting yourself, tasting him. It was sweet and obscene and filthy—and you moaned around the candy, looking up at him with wide, glassy eyes.

Chris looked wrecked.

“Fuck, that’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen,” he growled, rubbing himself through his jeans with a pained expression. “I’m not even close to done with you.”

And you?

You didn’t want him to be.

Within moments, your wrists were bound above your head—Chris had tied them with the black silk tie he’d pulled off his nightstand, looping it through the headboard slats and knotting it tight enough to hold, but gentle enough not to hurt.

You tested it once. There was no give. No escape.

You were completely exposed—naked, trembling, stretched out across his bed, your chest rising and falling rapidly as you looked down at him.

He was on his knees between your thighs again, bare chest gleaming with sweat, mouth already red and slick from earlier. He looked up at you like he was starving. Like your pussy was his fucking religion.

“You thought I was done?” he murmured, voice thick and wrecked. “Baby… I haven’t even started yet.”

He dragged two fingers slowly through your folds, then sucked them into his mouth with a filthy groan. “Still so sweet. So fucking perfect. Bet I can get at least three more out of you before you beg me to stop.”

You whimpered, shaking your head, thighs already twitching. “Chris, I—I can’t—”

He smirked, dark and mean. “You can. You just don’t know it yet.”

And then his mouth was on you.

He licked like a man possessed—tongue flat and wide at first, long slow strokes that made your toes curl. Then faster. More precise. He zeroed in on your clit, flicking it with the tip of his tongue before sucking it into his mouth hard enough to make your back arch off the mattress.

You cried out, wrists tugging helplessly against the tie.

“Fuck, yes… that’s it,” he growled, breath hot against your swollen folds. “Come on, baby, give me another.”

You didn’t have a choice.

Your second orgasm hit like a fucking train—your thighs clamping around his head, your voice breaking into high, desperate moans as your body convulsed beneath him. But Chris didn’t stop. He didn’t even slow down.

If anything, he got hungrier.

“That’s my girl. So fucking good for me. Let me take what I want, just like that.”

You were sobbing now—pleasure mixing with overwhelming sensation. Every flick of his tongue on your raw, overstimulated clit made your body jolt. Tears leaked from the corners of your eyes as your thighs tried to twist away, but he held you down—one strong arm hooked over your hips, keeping you spread and still.

“Chris—fuck—please—too much—”

But he just groaned into you, tongue thrusting inside you now, wet and obscene. He was pussy drunk, completely gone, like the taste of you was the only thing anchoring him to this world.

Your third orgasm rolled in fast and brutal—blinding, searing, completely out of your control. You screamed his name, legs trembling violently, face soaked in tears, body shaking like you were falling apart.

Finally—finally—he pulled back.

Your chest was heaving, throat raw from crying, wrists aching from how hard you’d pulled. And Chris just stared at you—lips shiny, chin wet, his hair messy and his eyes wild with lust.

You looked wrecked.

Absolutely ruined.

And he’d never seen anything more beautiful.

He crawled up over your trembling body, cupping your flushed, tear-streaked face with both hands. Kissed your lips—softly this time, reverently.

“You did so fucking good,” he whispered against your mouth. “So perfect for me.”

Your body was limp, boneless, but you smiled faintly through the tears. “You’re insane.”

He smirked. “For you? Every time.”

A/N: since yall seem to love fuckboy!chris, here’s another one for yall 😘😘

[sweetisphoebe]

can you write a blurb where you and chris (or matt) have a nonverbal hand signal like squeezing three times — that started because of your anxiety? and one of you use it during sex as a way to check in without words. aaa so sweet

you were always hesitant with sex. not because you didn’t want it. you just found yourself getting to worked up building up to undress yourself that you couldn’t have sex. until matt.

matt quickly realized your body tensing up when his hands moved to your hips, when his lips touched your neck, or when his knee found your core and gently pressed against it.

so of course, he asked about it but you got too nervous in the moment to tell him what was stopping you from going the full distance. so he came up with the idea of nonverbal signals.

squeeze his hands three times to slow down, tap his shoulder three times to stop completely.

matt was currently between your thighs, giving you the sweetest kisses against your folds, his tongue parting your folds and gently licking across them from time to time. his hands were resting against your hips, fingers tracing circles against your skin.

you didn’t have an exact reason why, but your anxiety had gotten worse today from other days. no specific reason, just many different things overwhelming you which was causing you to get even more anxious with matt between your legs.

matt keeps his eyes on you, looking through his eyelashes, observing your every movement. your stomach sucking in for a quick second, your throat bopping with your hard swallows, your chest rising and falling with your heavy breaths.

he pat your hip gently, moving his lips towards your thighs to give you a break with his lips on you, not wanting to break contact from your skin but wanting your eyes on him. your eyes flicker down to his immediately and you could see the concern filling his blue orbs.

you let out a soft breath, embarrassment filling your body as you couldn’t get the words out to tell him what was wrong. your hand finds his with ease, gently interlacing fingers and squeezing his hand three times, a silent “slow down” and a silent “i love you.”

he nods gently, his lips curling up ever so slightly before his lips move up to your hips, finding your stomach and pressing gently, slow kisses on your skin, right next to your belly button.

he keeps his hand interlocked with yours, his grip gentle but tight enough to let you know that he would stop at any time you needed. his other hand moves to your side, his pointer gently tracing words onto your skin, “i love you.” before kissing up your body, his lips barely brushing against your skin.

his lips find yours and he kisses you as gently as possible, like you were a doll about to break. like you were the most fragile thing in the world.

“it’s okay baby.. i’ve got you.”

[sweetisphoebe]

A MOMENT PUPPY!CHRIS AND BAMBI!READER SHARE OVER SPRINGBREAK. . .

It should've been impossible.

You still don't know what magic—or divine intervention got your mom to agree.

You really don’t know how you pulled it off.

One second, your mom was listing all the reasons why this trip was a terrible idea. The next, you were nodding along as she gave you the, "Don’t-do-anything-stupid." A week away with a bunch of teenagers, squeezed into a house that was definitely not meant for this many people. Yet, you were still here.

You like it.

Sunny mornings spent flipping pancakes with Dre, the endless hours spent by the pool with Quen, the hunt for seashells with Nick, the plotting of messing with the kids across you with Chris. This is what spring break is supposed to feel like.

The week has blurred into a slow-motion flim of smoke and cheap alcohol. Your feet know the path to the bonfire by heart, your eyelashes fluttering at Chris to convince him to pass you his cart. He always gives into you.

That's why you're where you are now. In the room he picked, face comfortably nuzzled into his neck, arms wrapped around him.

And you're definitely higher than you'd like to admit. "Chrissss," You whine, squirming. "Pool."

He doesn't say anything, too high to do so. But he releases you, nods whenever you tell him that you don't know when you'll be back.

It's late now. You got in when the sun was still high, golden light draped over the water, warm on your skin. You let time slip past, sinking, floating, drifting between the surface.

Chris is just a blur until he waves from below.

You rise, brushing droplets from your face. He smirks. "One of your night swims?"

You giggle, breath still light from the water. "Told you I was going to the pool."

He rolls his eyes, slow, playfully, the two of you circling each other. "In my defense, I was high."

"Y'still....?"

"Guess." Another giggle from you. "You?"

"Guess."

A beat. Then another. Then one more. Just Chris. Circling. Staring. "What is it?" You flick water at him, laughing as you snap him out of wherever trance he's in.

"It's—" He swallows. "Nothing."

You know Chris. He's gonna tell you.

"Everything."

Your eyebrows pull together. "Oh...?"

He's nervous. You see it in the way his teeth dig into his bottom lip, "I.... you're my bestfriend, Bambi. But—fuck," His voice falters. "There's been times I've wanted to be more."

Your breath catches. "What...? " You're not angry or anything just.... lost. "Why didn't you say anything? "

He sighs, running his fingers through his damp hair. "It was always Matt." His voice barely rises. "You never looked at me the way you looked at him." He exhales, "I guess... I was just waiting."

Your lips part. "...for me? "

He nods, voice soft. "Yeah."

It crashes into you—sudden, everlasting.

Why Chris is always there. Why people stare when he touches you. Why the kisses linger too long just to be friendly. Why Dre and Nick say you act more like a couple than them.

Why you never pull away.

"Do you think you could ever....?"

Your breath is uneven, chest tight. The air is thick, heavy with something that was always there—waiting, buried under everything you thought you knew.

You meet his eyes. There's hesitation there. Fear. Hope.

And you nod.

Soft. Certain.

"Yes."

Your hand finds his beneath the water, fingers fumbling before intertwining, a silent conformation.

Closer. You're already impossibly near, but still—closer.

Your palm finds his shoulder, anchoring you as your lips finally meet. Soft then desperate. Then inevitable.

His hands tighten around your waist, pulling you up, just enough to leave the water behind. Your legs lock around him, like they always meant to.

You made for this.

Made for Chris.

For the way he kisses you until air becomes an afterthought, until you're gasping against him, until the world is nothing but you tangled limbs and ragged breaths and the way his forehead presses against yours.

You were made for each other.

In this universe. In every single one.

( i'm in the dark.) show a little loving, shine a little light on me. — Anna of the North.

a/n: i can't see, can't see it, can't see it. just feeling my way back to you.

. . .

IN ALL SERIOUSNESS this is heavily inspired by this scene from tsip and the hot tub scene from tatbilb! they're finally together ☹️ my babas...

tags 𝜗𝜚⋆₊˚: @inspiredangel @domizmez @drewswife @strnilolover @sirensdollesque @courta13 @mattslilies @sturns-mermaid @bluetalia @pair-of-pantaloons @y2kstarr @sugarraez @sweeethrt @moond0llie @ambi-squirrelly @wastelandzella @applecidersturniolo @riasturns @iloveduckssm @oopsiedaisydeer @sturnsflirt @cayleeuhithinknott @h3arts4nat @angelyearner @pink1man @sturnsblogs @mi-co-uk @slvt4subchratt @tezzzzzzzz @chrisbratt333 @izzylovesmatt @chrisowenmuncher @bluestriips

[sweetisphoebe]

⍣ ೋ MUTE READER X YAPPER CHRIS

BLURB: "attention" - smut blurb c:

WARNINGS: smut !!, dry humping, ass grabbing, kissing, praising, I think that's it c:

wc: 1.2k+

a/n first proper attempt at smut so be nice if this is ass </3

AU MASTERLIST // NAVIGATION

he was like a zombie. eyes completely blank as he stared at his screen and scrolled without thinking.

she'd put her pencils and paper down a little while ago, dropped on her side table as she faced chris, waiting for him to notice. his focus didn't falter, legs layed out flat on the bed with his head rested back on the headboard.

dotty shuffled closer, trying to force eye contact.

he let out a deep breath as he finally snapped out of it, dropping his device carelessly and returning dottys eye contact for the first time in hours.

"you okay?" he mumbled, rubbing his eyes and not actually trying to read her facial expression for a response.

she didn't nod or shake her head, she just shuffled closer.

chris picked back up his phone, checking through various notifications he hadn't noticed come through while he had zoned out. dotty was a little irritated with the lack of attention, sighing and poking at his face so he'd look back her way.

he chuckled, leaning into the touch and meeting her eyes once again.

"what're you doin'?"

her grip moved to both of his shoulders, placing herself directly in front of him on his lap. chris discarded his phone to the table on the side of where he was sat, earning a smile from dotty as she was on her way to getting what she wanted.

she rested her wrists on either side of his neck, reaching back to play with the curled locks of hair. he leaned back a little to more easily stare up at her, letting out low groans of approval as she worked her fingers more deeply and scratched gently at his scalp.

she giggled at his noises, not used to this kind of reaction. she shuffled her hips even closer, concentrating on continuing the soothing movements in his hair, her smile never fading. chris' hands were placed near her knees, slowly moving up and gripping her thighs a little harder as time went on. he turned his face to the side to place soft kisses to her wrist, tilting to look up at dotty while her smile grew a little wider.

the moment had gotten out of hand quickly - not that either of them wanted to stop.

his hands got more explorative, reaching back to place his hands delicately over the skin of her ass and towards the hem of her short skirt that had ridden up. heat rose to her face, still maintaining chris' eye contact as it morphed from playful to a look of lust and admiration.

the desperation had formed in dotty far too quickly, forcing herself to look down at his lap in embarrassment, moving her hands to be placed on his chest, only just gripping his shirt enough to keep her hands still.

chris laughed at her movements, pushing her ass to move her hips even closer into his, grinning wider as she let him, letting out a soft gasp.

"feel good?" he taunted.

she nodded, leaning down to rest her head on his shoulder.

"wan' more?" he whispered suggestively, completely desperate but far too under her command to show it just as much as he felt it. dotty nodded once more.

his hands began kneading her ass with increasing force, her little noises sending heat spreading all through him. dottys grip on him grew tighter as if she was afraid he would stop.

chris needed a little more. "cmon, look at me. please?" he managed to speak, wanting nothing more than to see the pleasure written all across her facial features. chris grinded his hips into hers, needing to see her wanting it and wanting more.

she pushed herself out of the comfortable space, sitting up, gripping chris' shirt tightly as she experienced pleasure she'd never felt or even thought of before.

"there she is." he mumbled almost to himself.

chris' eyes had darkened, his sick fantasy he'd buried in his mind was now in his grasp. he grabbat the skin or her ass, pushing her hips against his in a rocking motion, encouraging dotty to follow the movement herself. "you got it, move your hips with me baby."

her noises grew in pitch, forcing herself to echo his movements.

"you wan' it?"

the moans escaped her before she had the ability to process what they were. she nodded repetitively, thoroughly, ensuring he'd keep going.

"wan' me to make you feel good? bet it does already"

she barely registered herself grinding into him harder and faster as he spoke, earning a small laugh from chris who used his hold on her to support the movements.

her eyebrows furrowed in pleasure, the knot inside her building up as her body began aching from the physical strain.

"just a lil more, c'mon."

she pushed on, ignoring the tension in her tired limbs, utterly desperate to reach her high. chris reached up with one hand to grip her chin, forcing eye contact once again. it was possessive, contrasting the way he gently caressed her face with his thumb.

"doing so fucking good for me, baby. show me it feels good."

his eyes flicked between dottys features, focusing in on her lips to watch as uncontrolled gasps and groans escaped her. she swallowed them down, leaning forward somewhat intimidated. chris took most of the control of her hips movements, leaning into dotty to trace his lips over hers, waiting for her to close the gap.

the movements grew ever so slightly slower, but much harder, groans relentless from the two of them. dotty finally pressed her lips to his, chris moved his hand from her chin to the back of her neck. he pushed her close against him, deepening the kiss to practically devour her moans. it was better than anything he'd ever had before.

they both increased their paces, harmonising with each other with fueling desperation from the kisses. dottys hips stuttered, the knot snapping inside of her as chris gripped her hips to ride out her high and reach his own. they moaned into each other's mouths, completely wrecked, gripping each other for support.

they finally pulled apart from the kiss, dotty sighed and breathed deeply to regain her composure. chris leaned his head back against the headboard, exhausted and worn out. she rested her head back on his shoulder, resting her eyes and relaxing into a steady pace of breath.

chris rubbed soothing patterns with his palm on her sides, placing kisses atop her head and listening closely to her breaths.

"was that okay?" he whispered unsure.

she smiled and nodded a little embarrassed, wrapping her arms around his neck and pushing herself close against him. she leaned her head a little towards his neck to place a few kisses before just resting against him.

"gotta get us cleaned up then?"

dotty groaned in exhaustion, holding him tighter in refusal to move.

"c'mon baby it's okay" he whispered into her hair, beginning to shift with a secure grip on her, holding her as he walked them to the bathroom so he could run the both of them a bath. chris smiled to himself as she persisted her hold on him, his heart warm from having her this close to him.

last blurb before I have my break I hope you enjoyed :c

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