˖ ࣪ . ࿐♡ 𝓗OW TO LIVE WITH A (NOT SO) SMALL PENIS
⤷ in which . . . your best friend chris doesn’t hesitate to show you how big he is, even when you doubt him on purpose.
⤷ warnings . . . smut, bsf!chris, bigdick!chris, size kink, overstimulation, unprotected sex, dirty talk, praise and light degradation mix, nipple play, light humiliation kink, rough sex, hair tugging, teasing.
⤷ written by . . . . @/delilahsturniolo. do not copy, steal, or modify my works. if you are taking any inspiration from this, please ask me first before posting and credit me in your description. happy reading! :)
“surprised?” chris taunts, gripping your hips, pulling you flush against him. “told you…you’ve been underestimating me.”
before you can respond, he pushes his big cock inside your entrance. slow, deliberate, stretching you perfectly, making you gasp and whimper. “fuck…so tight…so perfect…” he groans, hands clutching your hips, eyes dark, focused on every reaction he can draw from you.
you cling to him, nails digging into his shoulders, gasping as he starts a slow, deep rhythm, filling you completely. the size, the stretch, the sensation of him pounding into you, it’s overwhelming. “oh…chris…so…big…” you moan, rocking against him instinctively.
you don’t even really recall how you got into that position, it all just kinda happened quickly. you bought chris a silly book, and now? he’s stuffing his “small” penis inside of you.
just a few moments ago . . .
the living room glows softly with christmas lights, the tiny bulbs reflecting off the tree ornaments and the neatly wrapped presents stacked beside it. a faint smell of pine fills the air, mingling with the warm scent of hot cocoa from the mugs you’d both made earlier. outside, snow drifts lazily past the windows, turning the night quiet and almost magical, and you find yourself watching chris more than you watch the tree or the falling snow.
you’ve been best friends for years. too many years to count. and for just as long, you’ve quietly held feelings for him that you’ve never dared to confess. tonight, with him sitting on the floor across from you, casually unwrapping gifts, the feelings are impossible to ignore. the way his eyes crinkle when he laughs, the way his hands brush against yours accidentally, the low rumble of his voice when he jokes, it all hits you in the chest like a soft, constant thrum of heat.
as you take turns exchanging gifts, you hand him a few intricately picked ones first. a scarf he’d mentioned liking, a hat you knew he’d been wanting, and a small box of fancy chocolates. he opens them one by one, genuinely delighted, laughing and shaking his head. “wow, you really know me huh?” he murmurs, tucking the scarf around his neck and pressing the chocolates to his lips, his eyes glinting with amusement and warmth. your chest flutters.
then, with a mischievous grin, you reach for the last gift, the joke one, sliding it across to him. it’s a thin book, the title impossible to ignore.
“how to live with a small penis.”
he freezes for a beat, reading the cover, then bursts into laughter, the sound rich and low, making your stomach flutter in a way you’re very aware of. “oh wow,” he chuckles, flipping the book over, analyzing it.
you shrug, trying to keep a straight face but failing miserably. “hey, it was on sale…thought it’d be funny. maybe…educational?” you tease, feeling heat creep up your neck at the way he’s looking at you.
chris wipes a hand across his face, still chuckling. “you’re impossible,” he mutters. “i can’t believe you actually bought this. wait…you don’t think—”
his voice trails off, and suddenly the teasing undertone in his tone shifts, darker now, charged. he tilts his head, studying you, that familiar glint in his eyes that makes your pulse spike and your stomach flutter. the air between you thickens, almost tangible. you smile, and he looks into your eyes, knowing exactly what you want, what the purpose of this was.
“i don’t know, are you?” you playfully respond to his implied question, in a challenging tone. you always imagined chris to be relatively large in size, this was only to get him worked up on purpose, so maybe he could show you how big he really was.
and that’s exactly what he was already plotting in his mind.
chris places a hand on your shoulder, pressing you gently back against the couch, hovering over you. “i’ll show you what’s really going on,” he whispers, eyes dark with want, grin spreading as he pushes your hair from your face.
his hands are suddenly on your hips, pressing you flush against him, and your heart races when you feel the undeniable weight of his cock against your thigh through his jeans. he leans down, lips brushing your ear. “you’ve been wanting me for years, huh? and you’ve been underestimating me this whole time…”
“ch-chris…” you whisper, voice shaky, already trembling, but your body is betraying you, pressing against him, reacting to the heat, the smell, the dominance.
he chuckles low, pushing your sweater up slowly, slipping hands under it to cup your breasts, rolling your nipples between his fingers, teasing, testing. “so perfect…you like being teased, huh?”
you shiver, pressing closer, breath catching. “yes…please…”
he smirks, hands sliding down your sides to your waistband, tugging your leggings down slightly, brushing over your soaked panties. “look at you…so wet already…all for me…” he murmurs, lips brushing against your collarbone, leaving soft, teasing kisses as he leans down, tugging your panties down to your ankles with just his teeth.
you gasp when he finally steps back just enough to tug his jeans down, revealing the huge cock you’d been jokingly underestimating. it’s thick, long, and straining, and your eyes widen, cheeks flushing. “oh god…” you breathe, almost in disbelief.
and that’s how you’ve gotten to where you are now.
“surprised?” he growls, gripping your hips, pulling you flush against him. “told you…you’ve been underestimating me.”
before you can respond, he pushes his big cock inside your entrance. slow, deliberate, stretching you perfectly, making you gasp and whimper. “fuck…so tight…so perfect…” he groans, hands clutching your hips, eyes dark, focused on every reaction he can draw from you.
you cling to him, nails digging into his shoulders, gasping as he starts a slow, deep rhythm, filling you completely. the size, the stretch, the sensation of him pounding into you, it’s overwhelming. “oh…chris…so…big…” you moan, rocking against him instinctively.
he grins against your neck, teeth grazing softly, whispering filthy praise. “that’s right, all mine…so good…feels perfect on me, huh? takin’ my big cock?”
“y-yes…oh god…don’t stop…” you whimper, legs tightening around his waist, rocking into him.
he starts fucking into you harder, hips snapping, every thrust deep and delicious, hands roaming over your body, tugging your hair, cupping your ass, lifting you slightly when he wants to hit deeper. “so wet, so fuckin’ perfect…been imagining this for years,” he groans, voice low and rough.
you cry out, moaning his name, chest pressing against his, nails raking down his back as he continues, slow, then faster, testing you, watching your reactions, pressing his cock deep each time. “i…i can’t…oh god…!”
“look at you, so messy, so tight, all mine to ruin…” he hisses, thrusting harder, hips grinding, letting you feel every inch of him. the overstimulation makes you whimper, moaning helplessly, legs trembling as he drives you wild, voice low and filthy in your ear, teasing you.
chris groans, grabbing your hips, pulling you flush against him. “you’ve wanted this, haven’t you? wanted my cock stuffed inside you like this?”
“y-yes…oh god…yes…chris…” you whimper, edging closer, rocking into him, losing control.
he grins darkly, whispering filthy praise, fucking you hard and deep, sweat starting to glisten on both of you, sounds of your moans, his groans, and the couch creaking filling the room. “cum for me…show me how much you’ve wanted me…” he hisses, thrusting deep and fast.
you shiver, scream his name, riding the waves of your climax, hips snapping, trembling as he keeps pounding into you, dragging you over the edge, completely undone. he growls, chasing his own release, finally spilling inside you, hips trembling as he buries himself fully, pressing you flush against him, both of you panting and slick, completely spent.
you cling to him, flushed, overwhelmed, trembling against him, realizing that gift was the perfect excuse for him to finally show you exactly how much he wanted you, and exactly how good he really was, it felt like a breath of fresh air, like a weight had been lifted from all these years you’ve known him for.
chris murmurs beside you suddenly. “so, did i get my point across or do i need to do it all again?” he taunts, and he knows exactly what option you’ll be choosing.
©𝐃𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐋𝐀𝐇𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐎𝐋𝐎
💌: DOES THE STYLE THIS IS WRITTEN IN MAKE SENSE??? i was experimenting and had a vision but it was better in my head so i hope it’s not too confusing!!!! BUT ANYWAY lets also pretend the book in the photos is the right one cause i realized chris had a version with a different cover after i made it into a png, and i was too lazy to change it </3













