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ⓘ 𝑺𝑴𝑼𝑻! ⋆ fwb!chris ⋆ blowjob ⋆ unrealistic scenario ⋆ exhibitionism in a way ⋆ edging ⋆ cum swallowing + more.
ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒚 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒓𝒕... worshipping his dick—hidden under the table—while he eats dinner with his brothers.
psa. this is the real fic sooo i hope you enjoy!! sorry for edging you guys like that :p
You hadn’t really thought it through before you decided to get under the table while Matt and Nick were still in their rooms, Chris having been the one to place the food they’d door-dashed on the new table they’ve bought. You were just going to tease him, maybe get him bricked up before he could even think of enjoying dinner peacefully.
"The fuck are you doing?" Chris asks, brows pulling together in a slight frown as he looks down at his lap where your hands currently rest, your cheek pressed against his thigh as you look up at him with a teasing smirk.
"What?" You bat your lashes, playing dumb. "I’m not doing anything."
Chris rolls his eyes so hard it almost gets stuck that way, shaking his head as he mutters something sarcastic under his breath, not at all amused by the shit you’re pulling. You ignore his attitude and palm his flaccid cock through his pants, watching as his expression changes and his hips shift.
"Stop," Chris grumbles, his hand wrapping around your wrist in a grip tight enough to keep your hand from moving further. "Get out of there before Nick and Matt come here. You wanna get caught or something?" His eyebrows raise slightly as he mutters sarcastically.
Before you can say something smart back, you hear footsteps padding down the stairs and Nick pops into the kitchen a moment later. He scans the room, somehow not noticing you under the table, not even thinking of looking down as he sits across from Chris, and you subconsciously hold your breath, heart racing.
Fuck, you’re stuck here now, aren’t you?
Matt joins his brothers in the kitchen a few minutes later, both of them asking about you since they thought you were already in the kitchen with Chris. So, Chris makes up some stupid excuse—that you’re sleeping in his room—which they seem to buy without a second thought. "Told me to save her some, probably still sleeping."
Nick nods, Matt hums, and they all start eating, talking about nothing in particular, just something that happened to them a few days ago while they were out with their friends. And somehow, neither Matt nor Nick noticed you. Which surprised you—to say the least. Anyone would notice if there was someone under the table they were sitting at.
Maybe they’re too oblivious—or they know and can’t be bothered to call you two out on it. Either way, it only makes you bolder, your earlier panic fading away into something smug that Chris immediately catches when he looks down at you still somewhat between his legs.
He tries his best to pretend like nothing is wrong when you start pulling down his zipper, and he pulls his chair and himself towards the table until his stomach is almost flush against the edge. Chris’s grip on his fork tightens when you pull his half-hard dick out of his boxers, his knuckles losing color as he tries not to react outwardly.
His dick throbs against your palm when you wrap your hand around it, growing to its full length and thickness rather quickly thanks to the thrill of potentially getting caught along with the knowledge that you’re between his legs under the table while his dick is out in front of you.
Chris barely listens to his brothers’ conversation, taking a moment to understand what they’re telling him, playing off his distraction by saying he just has a lot on his mind. What is he supposed to say otherwise? That their friend is on her knees between his legs under the table while they all eat dinner?
Fuck no. He can’t say that.
You gulp softly as you stare at his dick in front of your face, so big and thick as always—maybe even more than usual. You know it’s risky, to suck him off knowing one wrong move or too loud noise can give away to Nick and Matt what’s happening right under their noses.
But you can’t stop now. Not when he’s twitching so eagerly.
Your lips find the prominent vein running down the back of his shaft, pressing soft kisses before licking a stripe from base to tip. You almost laugh as his dick jumps at the sensation, a quiet groan leaving his lips that he somehow manages to cover up with a few exaggerated fake coughs, probably getting strange looks from his brothers above the table—not really your problem.
You focus on his length, teasing him by licking it instead of taking it in your mouth like he thought you would. His hips jerk sharply when the tip of your tongue traces his slit, collecting the warm precum beading along it. The taste of him—the smell of him—clouds your senses, making your brain fuzzy with need.
You always get like this around him, even though you’d never tell him that. It’s like he has you wrapped around his fingers, everything about him making your heart race and already blurry lines blur further. You would never admit it to him, though, that just the musky smell and taste of him is enough to make your panties soak with arousal.
Your lips stretch around his head, tongue swirling around the tip of his dick as you begin sucking him off slowly—painfully slowly. You do try to keep the noises down, not wanting to make too much slurping sounds in case it alerts Nick and Matt... but they don’t seem to hear the mild slurps and wet sounds coming from under the table.
How convenient.
Chris shifts in his seat, jaw clenching so tight it’s almost painful, as he bites back a groan. Nick asks him here and there why he’s so quiet all of a sudden, while Matt makes a half-sarcastic joke which Chris responds with a strained laugh. They chalk it up to him having a moment today or just constipated—or something like that.
In their minds, the possibility of Chris getting head under the table wasn’t even thought of.
And God, are you taking advantage of their obliviousness.
Chris looks down at his plate, closing his eyes shut so it wouldn’t roll back or cross when you begin to kitten lick his tip, focusing on where he was the most sensitive like the tease you are. Sweat beads on his temples, showing just how hard it is for him to hold back his sounds and not move his hips.
When you sink lower—your warm, wet mouth enveloping more of his cock—he almost loses it. His jaw works as he swallows down the moans threatening to spill out of his mouth, inhaling and exhaling shakily through his nose as if the deep breaths would make the pleasure less intense.
He thought maybe you’d end it at just deepthroating him.
But he was so wrong.
Because before he could even adjust to the pleasure, he feels your hand gently begin to massage his balls, rolling the heavy sack in your fingers while taking him deeper until your nose presses against his trimmed pubes. His eyes rolled back briefly. Involuntarily. He didn’t even look down to hide his expression this time—he couldn’t.
It was too good; You were too good.
He knows he won’t last much longer with your mouth working him like that while your hand massages his balls. You know exactly how to pleasure him. And that’s the problem. He can’t nut this fast, it’d hurt his pride. But he just can’t hold back when you know exactly what to do to get him to the point of no return.
The taut feeling begins coiling deep in his core, tingling the base of his spine, making his breath hitch. His hand reaches down and helplessly grips onto your hair, not pushing, just grounding himself. He needs to hold onto something as the pleasure begins to overwhelm him in the best way possible.
The desperate hand on your hair is what makes you realize he’s about to orgasm... And well, if we minus the fact that he’s twitching and throbbing like crazy in your mouth. He doesn’t even have to verbally tell you he’s close—his dick’s got a mind of its own.
You wouldn’t be surprised if it talked to you, hell, you sometimes think it’s speaking in morse code the way it twitches against his boxers and pants sometimes.
When Chris cums—he unleashes jet after jet of warm cum deep into your stomach thanks to you having pushed him inside your mouth as deep as you could take him. He had to bite his lips and clamp his eyes shut while looking down, his thighs shaking with the effort to try to keep his hips still.
Somehow, barely, he manages to orgasm quietly—quiet enough to not have been noticed by his brothers sitting across from him, that is. And he can feel you still sucking him dry, as if you want every last drop. Due to his sensitivity, your enthusiasm makes his hips jerk and twitch, earning a quiet snicker from you that he definitely catches.
Chris slumps against his chair when you finally pull back, giving his poor dick some much needed relief. He was so sure he would’ve come again if you were to keep sucking him, and he knows he wouldn’t have been able to control his noises if you were to continue. Your hands are gentle as you tuck his dick inside his boxers and overall fix him up.
Well, at least you’re tucking his dick back in his pants, he thinks. He could’ve done it himself, but he’s letting you do everything since you started this mess anyway. His hand slips from your hair and he manages to finish his dinner, taking a long gulp of his pepsi as if he had been sucked dry of liquid.
Neither of you can believe that just happened.
You’re finally able to get out from under the table when Matt and Nick leave to their respective rooms. You stretch lazily without a care in the world despite having done something that would’ve ended disastrously if you’d gotten caught. You catch Chris’s eyes and smile innocently, but comment something not so innocent. "You taste better now, I told you drinking more water would help."
You almost laugh at the annoyance on his face, as you take the food he’d saved for you and head to the living room, calling out over your shoulder a little too cheeky "thank you" that makes Chris’s eyes darken and jaw tense.
God, you’re so infuriating sometimes.
And maybe that’s why he finds you so interesting.
This is just an arrangement, nothing else, so why does his heart flutter when you smile at him like that. Why does he love the way your eyes glitter when you laugh at something he says, the way you can’t go a day without teasing him, getting under his skin, getting on your knees for him-
isa’s rambling ۶ৎ surprise 😛 wrote this short piece pretty quickly and did a half-assed job on proofreading it, so pls ignore any mistakes n’ shit like that. anywayyy, i hope this keeps u guys satisfied until i find the motivation to finish all my other wips lol
Hi guys do I’m starting this up again after a year and my tiktok account after two I was wondering if you could follow me on tiktok pls 🥹 @szcsturniolo ✨
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you find yourself in a situation were you fantasise about your boyfriends friend.
You obviously loved Jacob; you’d been together for years, after all. He was mesmerizing, even the way he wiped crumbs off his face was surprisingly sexy.
But now, when you look at Jacob across the dinner table, something feels... different. The way he chews with his mouth slightly open wasn't that once endearing? That boyish charm now grates against your nerves like nails on chalkboard.
Yet here sits his best friend again tonight - casually swirling wine while telling some animated story and suddenly you realise, those crumbs falling from Jacob's lips aren't charming anymore... they're just crumbs
The candlelight flickers between plates and wineglasses, casting shadows that move like secrets. You don’t touch your food. Your fingers trace the rim of your glass instead, slow and idle—waiting.
Chris leans forward to pass the salt. His sleeve rides up just enough to show a pulse point you’ve never noticed before—one that matches the rhythm of your breath.
Your eyes meet. He doesn’t look away when he says, “Thanks,” to Jacob beside you but his thumb brushes the edge of your hand as he takes back his arm. Just once. Barely there.
And just like that he’s back in conversation, laughing at some joke you didn’t hear.
But under the table?
You swear something shifts in his posture a foot nudging closer to yours beneath dropped bread crumbs, a silent promise
The kitchen is golden with late evening light—dripping honey across the countertops. You follow Chris inside under the flimsy excuse of stacking plates, but really? You just want to be near him. Out of Jacob’s space. Just for a moment.
He rolls up his sleeves without asking, water already running in the sink. “You always let him talk over you like that?” he asks, not looking at you. His voice is low—curious, not judgmental.
You pause while drying a wineglass. “Jacob? He doesn’t mean to… he’s just used to getting his way.”
Chris snorts softly—one wet hand flicking suds into the air between you like tiny stars. “Yeah? Must be nice being so… entitled.”
He finally looks at you.
And oh. You were undressing him with your eyes before?
Now it feels like he’s doing it back, with heat in his gaze and steam rising between you both from hot water and something hotter underneath.
“You’re different tonight,” he murmurs, handing you a plate slow enough that your fingers brush again on purpose this time. “Am I?”
“You’re bolder.” A smirk plays on his mouth as he leans closer to whisper "I kinda love it."
He turns off the faucet with a slow twist of his wrist, water still beading on his fingers. Then he leans back against the counter, arms crossed—casual, but his eyes? Anything but.
“Y’know,” he says, voice dipping low like a secret meant only for you, “most people try to be subtle when they’re undressing someone with their eyes.”
You don’t flinch. Just lift your chin slightly as you dry another plate—one hand steady despite your pulse hammering under your skin.
“And am I not subtle?” You glance up at him through your lashes. Deliberate. Daring.
“No.” He chuckles soft, dark and pushes off the counter to step closer. Not enough to touch… but close enough that you catch his scent: cedar and something warm from earlier tonight’s cologne or just him. “In fact? You’ve been staring since I wiped my mouth at dinner.”
His thumb brushes his lower lip now—an echo of that earlier moment—and damn if your breath doesn’t catch.
“You noticed?” Your voice comes out huskier than intended.
“Of course I noticed.” He steps even nearer; one hand bracing lightly beside your hip on the counter behind you—a cage made of space and intent. “The way you looked at me when I laughed? When Jacob told that dumb joke no one else found funny?”
He tilts his head down toward yours so slowly it aches and whispers “I liked it.”
Your heart thuds once… twice… then-
“Hey! You two making dessert or what?"
Jacob's loud voice crashes through the kitchen door like an intruder with zero sense of timing. You both freeze but don’t pull away immediately.
Your eyes lock again, wide with adrenaline… charged with unspoken want. And Chris smirks before finally stepping back ever so slightly
"Coming," he calls over his shoulder but holds your gaze like nothing else exists, then mouths silently ‘We’re not done here’
I got Doja ticketssss I heard this song for the first time in forever and decided I needed to write a Chris fic to it. Enjoy my babes 💕
having fun your cousins wedding until you fun into your childhood friends.
You couldn’t quite believe it—your childhood cousin, the same dorky kid you used to make silly music videos with, was now married. It caught you off guard, and honestly, you felt the need for a few drinks that night. These people here, you knew them, but only a little. It’s a lot to take in.
Your cousin looked stunning and radiated happiness as she approached you with a bright smile. "Hey, you remember the triplets, right?” she asked. Your gaze immediately shifted to the triplet in the middle—Matt.
The last time you saw him, you were just 12 years old; he had braces, short hair, and a single blue stud earring. Now, he had grown taller, his features more defined, with a slight beard adding to his mature look. You noticed tattoos peeking out from under the cuffs of his blazer, which had ridden up slightly on his arms.
“Huh, hi you guys look- wow different,” you say, your eyes darting up and down Matt's body taking his whole look in. Matt had a slight smirk on his face, noticing you checking him out. He opens his mouth to speak, “you look look wow too.” He says mocking your flustered state.
"Whoa... you look—wow. Different." Your eyes drag slowly up Matt's frame, lingering on the way his clothes fit just right. A smirk tugs at his lips as he catches you staring, and he takes a step closer; close enough that you catch the faint scent of his cologne.
"Funny," he murmurs, tilting his head. "'Cause I was just thinking the same thing about you." You reach out, your fingertip grazing against his with a feather-light touch. He shivers at the contact, your gaze locked in a silent challenge. A mischievous smile curls your lips as you tease, "I guess those braces did pay off, huh?"
Your eyes rake up and down his face, lingering on the curve of his lips, the sharp edge of his jaw. "You're practically irresistible now."
He blinks, a mix of flustered surprise and growing amusement in his expression. "Irresistible, huh?" He lifts an eyebrow, closing the gap between you just a tad more. With a low chuckle, he leans in to whisper, "Careful, love. Keep flattering me, and my ego might just explode."
"We definitely wouldn't want that," you quip, pulling your finger back and taking a casual sip of your drink. Your eyes dance with mischief as you look at him over the rim of your glass.
He shakes his head in mock disappointment, though the ghost of a smile plays at the corners of his mouth. "You're trouble, you know that?"
His gaze flickers to the exit, then back to you—slow, deliberate. "Y’know,” he murmurs, fingers brushing yours again, “we could keep comparing notes on our… glow-ups somewhere quieter.” The unspoken leave with me hangs between you, thick as summer heat.
You drain your drink and set it down with a clink. “Took you long enough to ask.”
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𝓦𝓪𝓻𝓷𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓼 > unprotected sex, p in the v, cheating, degrading kink
Bent over the bed, your face smushed into the mattress smothering your moans. Your boyfriend could walk in any minute but that’s what made it thrilling.
Chris savoured every minute of it. He relished the fact that he was with someone else’s girl just because he could — especially you.
His hands were tightly gripped on your ass, as he’s pounding in and out of you, trying his best to keep control when your walls were tightly clenching around him. The room was thick with the sound of heavy breathing, suddenly interrupted by the sharp buzz of your phone.
It was him—your boyfriend. Chris didn't stop what he was doing, just slowly leaning over to whisper in your ear. “Answer it.” You lift your face up of the mattress, it was covered in confusion and hesitation. You slowly grabbed your phone, swiping the answer button.
This made Chris pound into harder, rubbing your sensitive clit to make you whimper. “H-hi baby, what’s up?” You manage to get out, without a whimper. There was a pause on the other side of the line. “Hey- you wanna catch a movie tonight?”
Chris digs his fingernails into the skin on your ass causing you to bite your lip in desperation, trying to be quiet. “Yeah yeah.” There is another long pause as your trying to keep quiet with Chris’ whole length inside you buried deep.
“Okay love I got to go I’m just working out.” Your boyfriend didn’t answer at first like he was listening for something. “Okay I’ll call you before I pick you up.” The line goes down with a beep.
You let out a gasp, followed by a moan. Chris gives a loud slap to ass, “my fucking little slut, talking to her boyfriend while I’m fucking her.”
Then another slap, “taking it like the whore you are. Your pussys so wet and pretty for me.” You cried out, burying your face into the mattress, trying to muffle the sounds.
“Chris— so big— I’m going to-” your moan were cut off by a groan and him spilling inside of you. hips twitching and jerking, his whole body shuddering as you both reach your climax.
He pulls out, slapping your ass one last time before pulling up his boxers and jeans. Your legs were shaking infront of him, such a sweet scene for him to see. Exhausted, you fall onto the bed swiping the sweat beads of your forehead.
He gives you a sweet kiss to your forehead, “have fun tonight- with my cum in pussy.” With that he leaves the apartment, leaving you fucked out.
𝓐𝓾𝓽𝓱𝓸𝓻𝓼 𝓷𝓸𝓽𝓮𝓼 > this was my first time writing smut kinda scared icl. 😟 hope you enjoyed my loves.
friendship breakups are lowkey the worst thing ever cause what do you mean this person I used to share every single detail of my life with is just gone
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