myla

[choke me like you mean it]

about: chris finds out about reader’s fixation of his arms, so he decides to show her | a/n: borrowed this idea from the one and only @chrisssiren i love u💜

“man i need to lift some weights,” chris said, picking up his head from your lap. he looked actually serious. but you giggled anyway because it was stupid. if anything, you couldn’t stop looking at his arms.

“i think you have nice and strong arms, baby,” you said, squeezing his arm slightly. chris’s eyebrows raised in interest.

“yea? you like my arms, mama?” chris asked, getting closer to you. you bit down a smile as you shrugged your shoulders lightly.

and that’s how you ended up here on all fours, taking chris like a slut, moaning like a fucking pornstar. “look into the mirror, ma.” chris said. you lifted your head up, seeing you all fucked out and that’s when chris did it. he wrapped his arm around your neck, putting you in a headlock. not tightly, but snug. “you’ve been waiting for this forever, huh, doll?”

you lifted one of your hands to hold onto his arm slightly as he pounded into you, face contorting, but nevertheless choking you like a beast. “oh, i love this so much, chris. fuck.”

“yea?” chris groaned, rutting his hips against your ass like a dog in heat. “you like being a little slut f’me, doll?” you nodded, fingers digging into his arm as he moved in and out of you roughly and deeply.

“tighter.” you say. chris chuckles before his arm wraps around tighter around your neck, making you keep your head straight as you look into the mirror. “fuck, i’m close, chris.”

“yea?” chris said. “you wanna cum my cock so good?” you nodded as you tightened around his cock, hanging onto his arm w one hand, the other trying to hold yourself up.

“fuck, cum on my cock,” chris grunted, his arm painfully around your neck which made you cum hard, his seed exploding inside of you.

you laid down, but he pulled your hair, making you sit up.

“now you’re gonna ride my arm,” he said, “c’mon, mama.”

Matt sloppily eating you out in the morning.

warnings: smut, oral (f receiving), pussy slapping?, matt the munch, fluff

authors note; idk man this is my first time writing 😕

It was 8:02 in the morning. You had only known this since you’d just check your phone after waking up from 10 hours of sleep.

Yesterday to you was the longest day ever, but after a long day of work you came home to Matt and that was all you needed.

Your few minutes of peace was interrupted when suddenly someones, big arm wrapped around your waist tugging you in closer.

“mmm..” matt groaned as he placed his head into the crook of your shoulder, slowly waking himself up.

He had came into your shared room last night, only to find you passed out exhaustedly in bed.

“mornin’ pretty..” he mumbled out quietly.

“goodmorning sleepyhead..” you said quietly, as if you didn’t want to rush or startle him.

You reached your hand back to ruffle the big mop of hair that was resting on your shoulder.

“says you..” matt rasps out tiredly. “y’were the one passed out flat last night,” he lets out a soft chuckle “had to tuck my girl in..” he moves to connect his lips to your shoulder.

You smile to yourself, imagining him taking such good care of your unconscious form. Knowing him, most likely being so delicate towards you as if you were a peice of glass.

You rolled over to face him. Smiling, looking into his tired blue eyes.

“You know what would be really good right now?” he has that stupid, smug look on his face. “really craving a goodmornin’ kiss from my girl..”

You blush, letting out a soft giggle. “Matt, my morning breath is gonna be disgusting ew!”

you grimace at the thought of him kissing you despite your stinky morning breath.

matt rolls his eyes. “don’t care,” his eyes flicker over your plump, pretty lips. “now cmere.”

you blink and your lips are connected.

it starts off as something slow, lazy but very romantic.

soon it gets messier. His tongue is now in your mouth, hungrily mapping out the inside of your mouth.

your hand rakes into the hair on the back of his neck, tugging slightly. Earning a soft whimper sound from him. He disconnects your lips.

“fuck..” he curses under his breath.

you feel yourself getting needier by the second, clenching your thighs together seeking friction.

“please baby, need you.” you mumble softly, eyes gazing up into his silently pleading for much more.

with one shift of movement, he starts crawling under the covers between your legs. The sound of the covers rustling fills the desperate silence. Soon, hes under the covers nestled between your legs.

he uses strong hands to spread your legs open, wide enough so he has access to your clothed core.

“please matt,” you whine “need it..”

he raises an eyebrow, smirking. “need what hm?” he teased

god, he didnt need to do this now.

“want your mouth,” you let out a soft sigh. “please..” you plead quietly.

with that, he leans forward pressing a kiss to your pantie-clad clit. Your hips jolt at the sudden contact, eliciting a soft moan from you.

“patience now mama..” matt looks up with warning eyes.

he reaches up, tracing his hand around the band of your panties. Slowly, pulling them down your legs. His hand come up to slightly spread your thighs more, wider.

“gonna be good right?” he tilts his head, eyes flickering to your dripping heat.

“shit,” you curse. “yes, promise.” you say looking down at him.

finally, he lowers his head. licking a long, slow stripe up your core earning a whine from you. He starts messily slurping and devouring your cunt.

His tongue working overtime on your clit.

your so overwhelmed by pleasure that you buck your hips into his face unknowingly. Matt pulls off if you, and lands a light slap to your clit. making you yelp.

“behave,” he demands. “and let me eat .” he mumbles before diving back into your slick folds with renewed vigor.

it doesn’t take long for you to notice the pressure building up in your stomach.

“oh matt..” you whine. “gonna cum” you mumble, the knot getting closer to snapping as he continues the thrust of his tongue.

“oh! m’cummin! cummin..” you repeat, as if it was a sacred prayer coming from your lips.

“i got you mama jus’ let go..” he says right as you snap releasing on his tongue.

he licks you through your orgasm, cleaning you up with his tongue.

after he finishes up and puts your panties back on you, he comes back up from the covers and sits right up next to you. Leaning into you, tilting your chin up looking at you.

“best breakfast ever..”

authors end note! ╰┈➤ ok so hi uh i hate this first time ever writing anywho so yes i love u all and lmk if i should continue and please give tips!

where chris multitasks while watching a movie...

warnings: nsfw content. porn with no plot. fingering. slight dirty talk.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 chris sturniolo x fem!reader

chris wanted to watch a movie. you wanted him. he proposed a compromise, which is you sitting between his spread legs, back against his chest, movie playing seamlessly on the tv in front of you both all with his hand stuffed into the front of your panties. 

if you didn’t know chris so well, you’d think he wasn’t paying attention to the movie, the way his fingers move perfectly in and out of your pussy, rubbing your clit right when you need it. but you do know him, and you know his eyes are glued to the screen. 

your whines and mewls are barley stifled with your bottom lip between your teeth, your fingers gripping his thighs. he doesn’t even have to hold you open, your legs staying parted because you wanted this so badly. 

wet squelching fills the room as his fingers curl inside of you,  your hips bucking against his hand with a soft whine. he tuts from behind you, and you can feel him shake his head. 

“jesus,” he drawls, fingers curling even deeper inside of you “gonna have to turn the volume up, can barley hear the movie over this greedy pussy.” 

your cheeks burn, squeezing your legs shut to try and stifle the noise. his fingers don’t let up, and his free hand that splayed against your stomach to hold you back against his chest grips your thigh, tugging it effortlessly back open. 

your head tips back against his shoulder when the heel of his palm grinds against your clit, and you can feel his breath puffing hotly against your neck before he places a few chaste kisses along the column of your throat. 

you can feel his cock hardening against your back, and you give a desperate whine in hopes for more, but his eyes stay mostly locked on the screen. his fingers are methodical and almost slow, but they’re building a perfect knot in your tummy. 

“chris,” you hiccup out, squirming slightly in front of him, “gonna make me cum.”

he gives a low hum, acknowledging your half warning, half plea. you shift a bit back against his chest, head craning back against his shoulder with a pout. you want his attention, but he’s caught up in this dumbass movie. 

he feels your relentless wiggling, head tilting to look at you. when he sees the desperation all over your face, a shameless smirk curls at the corner of his mouth. 

“yeah?” he coos softly, “want me to kiss you while you cum on my fingers?” 

you nod desperately, and his head dips down to close the gap. he kisses you deeply but messily, filthy to match the obscene sounds his hand is making between your legs but deeply to ground you. 

he swallows your gasps and hiccups as you cum, working his fingers into your pussy until your thighs clamp so hard around his hand he can’t move it any longer. he pulls your bottom lip between it teeth, tugging it as he pulls away. 

he takes in your expression, floaty and sweet as you slump even further back into his chest. but a loud clash on the tv draws his attention back, and he pulls his hand from your panties, bringing it up to your lips for you to lick clean.  

you whine around his fingers, and his free hand slips between his front and your back, and you can feel him adjust his cock that’s confined by his sweatpants. your stomach bubbles with anticipation, that you’ve finally gotten his full attention. 

but when he pulls his fingers from your lips with a wet ‘pop’, he reaches to his nightstand to grab the tv remote, rewinding the last couple minutes of the movie he had just missed. you sit up to give him an incredulous look, that he seriously is going back to watching the movie. 

he doesn’t look at you, but you can see him desperately trying to suppress a laugh as he pretends to ignore you.

caroline speaks: girl if you don't let him finish that movie

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