sum: chan is having a hard time not missing you while he’s on tour, missing you even when you’re doing facetime with him.

wc: 1.3k

cw: lowercase, this is very sweet, don’t be fooled by the “dead wife” on the title, it’s all just Banter™️ and people being lovingly missed -but no one dies dw. <3

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when his back finally touches the so mercifully cold fabric of his bedsheets, chan doesn’t even dare to move beneath the covers.

Summary: In which Chris pushes one too many buttons and learns very quickly who's really in charge. (Anti-Mommy kink)

Word Count: 2.4k

CW: 🔞Explicit Sexual Content (Smut): dom/sub dynamics, sub!Chris, dom!reader (f reader), oral sex (m receiving), edging, choking, dirty talk, praise kink, unprotected sex, riding, aftercare, fluff at the end (minimal), if I forgot anything please let me know! If under 18, I am not responsible for the media you consume.

@throatgoat4u gave me this idea. This Post specifically. I just ran with it.

The fans of the laptop was the only thing filling the peace of the room, except for the insistent tap-tap-tap of Chris’s foot against the mattress. He was in one of those moods—restless, vocal, and set on pushing every single one of your buttons until he found the one that made you snap.

You were trying to focus on your laptop, the light of your lamp casting deep shadows throughout the room. Chris was lying next to you, watching you with a lopsided, challenging grin.

"You’re being really quiet tonight," he poked, his voice changing into that forced innocence he used when he was looking for trouble. "Usually you have so much to say."

You didn't look up. "Chris, I don’t have time. Behave yourself."

He let out a light-hearted laugh, rolling onto his stomach to get closer to your side. He rested his chin on your thigh, looking up at you through his eyelashes. The mischief within his eyes was wild, dancing in the soft light.

𝑳𝑬𝑻 𝑴𝑬 𝑻𝑬𝑨𝑪𝑯 𝒀𝑶𝑼

... in which you teach virgin!chris how to finger a girl

cw: fingering, squirting, masturbating, kissing, handjob!

part 1 :: part 2 ::  part 3

His room is dim, quiet. There’s a lamp on his nightstand casting warm light across the bed, and Chris is sitting cross-legged, knees bouncing a little, hands in his lap.

You’re curled up across from him, watching the way he keeps glancing at you, then away.

“Hey,” you say gently, nudging his leg with yours. “You okay?”

He nods quickly. “Yeah. I’m good. I just—” He pauses. His throat moves as he swallows. “I’ve never done this. Any of it. Like… at all.”

You smile, soft and warm. “I know. You told me.”

He rubs the back of his neck, face flushed. “You’re so calm. I feel like I’m gonna pass out.”

You laugh quietly and lean forward, cupping his jaw. “You’re not gonna pass out. You’re gonna do great. We’ll go slow. You’re not here to perform—you’re here to learn, right?”

He nods, still looking overwhelmed but hopeful. “I just… I really wanna be good for you.”

Your heart flips at the way he says it.

“You will be,” you promise, thumb stroking his cheek. “Wanna start with fingers?”

He nods again, more confident this time. “Yeah. I just… don’t really know what I’m doing.”

You sit back and tug your shorts off, then ease onto your back, one leg bent, the other tucked under.

Chris stares, wide-eyed. “Holy shit.”

You grin. “Still okay?”

He nods, eyes fixed. “More than okay.”

You rest your head back on a pillow and slip your fingers down between your thighs. “Watch. I’ll show you.”

His mouth parts slightly as you start to touch yourself—gentle, slow circles over your clit. You keep your breathing steady, narrating softly.

“This is where you start. Light pressure. Not too fast. Circles are good, or up and down like this—” you demonstrate, your hips twitching at the feeling.

Chris swears under his breath, visibly swallowing. “You’re… you’re so hot.”

You smile, breath hitching. “Come closer. You try.”

He shifts nervously beside you, his hand hesitating before you guide it.

“Here,” you whisper, wrapping your hand around his and pressing two fingers against you. “Slow. Gentle.”

His touch is tentative, featherlight. You exhale hard.

“Like that?” he asks.

“Little more pressure,” you murmur, rocking into him. “Mmm—yeah. Right there.”

Chris breathes out shakily. “I can’t believe I’m doing this.”

“You’re doing good.” You kiss the corner of his mouth. “You feel how wet I am?”

He groans softly. “I didn’t know it’d feel like this.”

You press his fingers in a little deeper, just on your clit now, and guide his movements. His hand is trembling, but he’s so focused, eyes flicking between your face and his hand.

“You’re really sensitive,” he mutters, in awe.

You laugh breathily. “I am. Keep going.”

He moves his fingers in slow, nervous circles, getting steadier every second. You’re panting now, hand gripping his wrist.

“That’s so good, baby,” you whisper, and he lets out a shaky sound.

“Can I… inside?” he asks quietly.

You nod. “Yeah. Just go slow.”

He watches your hand as you show him—two fingers slipping into yourself, curling gently. He watches your face as your mouth drops open.

“Like that?” he asks, already positioning his hand.

You gasp out a noise that shocks even you. “Fuck—Chris—”

He freezes. “Too much?”

You shake your head fast. “No—just—holy shit. Your fingers are longer than mine.”

He blinks, flushed. “Is that… good?”

You laugh breathlessly. “Yeah. That’s good. That’s really good.”

He swallows and starts to move, slow and cautious. He watches your face like it’s a roadmap.

You whimper when he curls them slightly—he hits a spot deep inside that makes your thighs jerk.

“There?” he asks, eyes wide.

You nod frantically. “Yes—right there—don’t stop—”

The sounds are obscene now—slick, wet, constant. It echoes softly in the room, mixed with your sharp breathing and his shaky ones.

His thumb brushes over your clit—lightly at first, but you buck into it.

“Oh my god,” he murmurs, stunned. “You’re dripping. I didn’t even know it could be like this.”

You’re flushed to your chest, gasping. “It’s ‘cause of you,” you whisper. “You’re doing everything right.”

Chris presses in again, fingers curling deep, and you swear loudly.

“You like that?” he asks, so shy and hopeful.

You moan, clutching the sheets. “Yes—yes—Chris, please—”

He obeys. He’s so careful, but so focused, curling with that perfect angle while rubbing tight circles with his thumb.

Your body can’t even handle it—you feel the heat coil impossibly tight, sharper than normal, wetter than normal.

“Chris—”

“What? Tell me—”

“I—fuck—I think I’m gonna—”

He groans. “Please. I wanna see it. I wanna feel it.”

That’s the last straw.

Your thighs clamp around his wrist, hips jerking wildly. Your vision goes white as everything inside you snaps, the orgasm crashing through you so hard it rips a choked scream from your throat.

But it doesn’t stop there.

There’s a sudden, humiliating gush—liquid squirting out around his fingers, soaking both of you, dripping onto the sheets.

Chris yelps, startled, but doesn’t pull away. He keeps his fingers moving a little, watching in total awe as you squirt all over his hand.

“Holy fuck,” he breathes.

You’re gasping, half sobbing, face burning hot.

“Oh my god,” you whimper. “I—shit—I don’t usually—”

He’s staring at his soaked fingers.

“You just… came everywhere,” he says reverently.

You cover your face with one hand. “Chris—shut up—”

He’s grinning like an idiot, flushed and amazed.

“I didn’t know girls could do that. That was—fuck. That was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.”

You’re still twitching, thighs shaking. He finally eases his fingers out carefully, sticky and shining, and holds them up.

“Look at this,” he whispers, awestruck.

You peek through your fingers. Your face gets even redder.

He catches your eye, suddenly shy. “...Was that okay?”

You let out a choked laugh. “Okay? Chris, you made me squirt. That was more than okay.”

His chest heaves. “So… I did good?”

“You did fucking perfect.” You drag him down for a kiss, slow and languid, letting him feel how wrecked you still are. His lips are so eager, even clumsy, but you love it.

When you finally pull back, he’s panting, eyes dark.

Your gaze drifts lower—and you see the obvious, painful bulge straining his sweatpants.

You bite your lip, heat rushing through you all over again.

“Chris.”

He blinks. “Huh?”

You raise an eyebrow, pointedly glancing at his lap.

He looks down—then makes a strangled noise and covers himself with a hand. “Fuck—I—sorry—I can’t help it—”

You catch his wrist, pulling his hand away. “Don’t be sorry.”

He gulps. “It’s just—I mean—watching you—feeling you—fuck, it was too much—”

You hum, dragging your fingers over his waistband. “Looks like someone deserves a reward.”

He stares at you, speechless.

You smile sweetly. “Want me to help you out?”

He goes bright red, ears and all. “I—uh—yes. Please. If you want to. I’ve… never—no one’s ever…”

You feel your heart squeeze at how earnest he is.

“I know,” you say softly, leaning in to kiss his cheek. “That’s why I wanna do it. Let me take care of you.”

He nods frantically, eyes huge.

You push him back gently until he’s lying against the pillows. He’s stiff as a board, muscles locked up, breathing erratic.

You keep your voice low, soothing. “Hey. Breathe.”

He exhales shakily. “Okay.”

Your fingers hook into his waistband, tugging his sweats down. He lifts his hips to help you.

When you get them off, you pause, eyes dragging over him. He’s huge. And hard. Flushed dark red at the tip, already glistening with precum.

Chris makes a tiny, embarrassed noise and tries to cover himself.

You slap his hand away. “Don’t you dare.”

He groans. “Fuck—don’t look at me like that.”

“Like what?” you ask innocently, wrapping your fingers around the base.

He chokes.

“Like you wanna eat me,” he manages.

You laugh, leaning in to kiss his chest as your hand gives an experimental stroke.

He bucks into your grip immediately, breath catching.

“Jesus Christ—”

You grin. “Sensitive?”

He nods desperately. “Fuck, yes.”

You tighten your grip a little, twisting at the top just enough to smear his precum around. He moans—half a whimper, head falling back.

“Oh my god—oh my god—”

You shiver at how needy he sounds.

You stroke him again, slow, deliberate, thumb brushing over the head.

He nearly sobs.

“Easy,” you murmur. “Don’t come yet.”

“I—I don’t—I can’t—I might—”

You kiss his stomach. “It’s okay. I want you to. Just let me make you feel good.”

He whines, biting his fist.

You pump him slowly at first, then faster, listening to every sound he makes. Wet noises fill the room—your hand slick with his precum now, gliding easily.

“Look at you,” you tease softly. “Fucking dripping for me.”

He makes the most wrecked noise yet.

Your thumb presses under the head just right, and his whole body locks up.

“Fuck—I’m—shit—I’m gonna—”

“Do it,” you whisper, breath hot against his stomach. “Come for me, Chris.”

He jerks in your hand once, twice—then explodes, thick and hot over your fingers, spilling onto his stomach and your hand in messy spurts.

He gasps, voice cracking, moaning your name as he rides it out, shaking apart.

You keep stroking him through it, slow and gentle until he’s whimpering and twitching, too sensitive.

Finally you let go, grinning smugly at the absolute wreck you’ve made of him.

He’s panting hard, face red, eyes half-lidded and dazed.

“Holy shit,” he whispers hoarsely. “I—I’ve never—fuck.”

You wipe your hand on the sheet, then lean in to kiss his jaw.

“First time for everything,” you murmur.

He turns and kisses you, clumsy but eager.

“I wanna do that for you again,” he says, still breathless.

You smirk. “Good. But first you’re gonna let me clean you up.”

He groans and drags you into his arms anyway.

“Deal,” he mumbles, burying his face in your neck.

ꜰᴇᴇʟɪɴɢ ꜱɴᴏᴛᴛʏ: ꜰᴛ. ʙꜰ!ᴄʜʀɪꜱ ⊹₊⟡⋆

⤷  in which you wake up with a stuffy nose and chris takes care of you.

wc: 646

cw: pet names, mentions of snot/stuffy nose, fluffy fluff fluff!

you knew from the minute you woke up. your nose was clogged. all stuffy and hard to breathe out of.

your immune system was equivalent to one of a small victorian child so it was no surprise to you that you were sick once again.

BIRTHDAY GIRL

⋆˚࿔ in which.. chris gives you an unexpected ''gift'' on your birthday

warnings: nsfw content, smut, soft!dom chris, fingering, hair pulling, dirty talk

the soft glow of the evening sun filtered through the curtains of the living room. it was your birthday, but the day had felt quiet, intimate—exactly how you liked it. chris had been acting loving all day, his eyes following you with a warmth that made your heart skip.

when he finally handed you the box, wrapped in paper with a silk ribbon, your breath hitched. you pulled the ribbon, and the lid fell away to reveal a beautiful dark red dress made of silk.

“chris… it’s so pretty,” you whispered, your fingers grazing the cool, expensive fabric..

“i saw it and immediately thought of you,” he said, his voice low and steady. he was leaning against the doorframe, his hands tucked into his pockets, watching you with an expression that was both tender and expectant. “go on. i want to see it on you.”

in the bedroom, the silk felt cool on your skin. it was an off-the-shoulder design, hugging your curves perfectly, flowing down into a floor-length skirt that pooled around your feet. when you looked in the mirror, you felt pretty. the dark red contrasted beautifully with your skin.

you stepped back into the living room, the fabric rustling softly with every movement. chris went completely still. his gaze started at your hem and traveled upward, lingering on the line of your collarbones and the way the dress bared your shoulders.

“wow,” he breathed out, the word caught in his throat. he looked as though he’d forgotten how to breathe. “you… you look absolutely beautiful.”

a shy smile tugged at your lips. “you really like it?”

“like it?” he let out a soft, huffed laugh, finally pushing off the doorframe. he walked toward you slowly, his eyes never leaving yours. when he reached you, he didn't hesitate. his large, warm hands settled firmly on your hips, the heat of his palms seeping through the silk. “i don’t think i have the words for how you look right now.”

the air between you grew thick with tension. his eyes were gentle, filled with the adoration he always held for you, but beneath that was a passion that made your pulse race.

“i have one more gift for you,” he whispered, leaning down until his lips were brushing against the shell of your ear. the vibration of his voice sent a violent shiver down your spine.

he led you back toward the bedroom, his hand sliding down to lace his fingers with yours. before you knew it, the beautiful dress was a memory. you were bare beneath him on our bed, the cool sheets a stark contrast to the burning heat of his skin as he hovered over you.

chris treated you like you were something precious, like a doll. he began to kiss you, not with the urgency of a man in a rush, but with the deliberate pace of someone savoring every second. his lips moved from your mouth to your jaw, then down to the sensitive spot on your neck.

“so beautiful,” he murmured against your skin. his hands were everywhere, mapping your body as if he were trying to memorize you.

he moved lower, his kisses trailing down your chest to your stomach. you arched your back instinctively, your fingers tangling in his hair. he looked up at you, his face flushed, his eyes dark with a hunger that was entirely focused on you.

“come on, spread your legs for me, pretty girl,” he urged, his voice a gravelly command that you had no desire to ignore.

you obeyed, the vulnerability of the position making your breath come in short, jagged gasps. he leaned in, his thumbs tracing the insides of your thighs. “gonna make my birthday girl very happy,” he whispered.

he began to move his fingers with agonizing slowness, circling your sensitive clit. you let out a long, shaky breath, your head falling back against the pillows. he watched your face, catching every flicker of pleasure, every sound.

“ready, baby?” he asked softly.

you could only nod, your voice lost to the sensation of him. when he finally slid a finger inside, a soft whimper escaped you. then came another, stretching you, filling you with a rhythmic friction that pushed you toward the edge. you felt the world narrowing down to just the two of you—the sound of his breathing, the scent of his skin, and the overwhelming waves of heat radiating from where you felt his fingers.

the climax hit you like a sudden storm, leaving you trembling and breathless. but he wasn't finished.

before you could even catch your breath, you felt the solid weight of him between your legs. your walls tightened around him when he started moving and he felt it because of the sound he made. the sound—a low, guttural growl of approval sent a fresh jolt of electricity through you.

“so pretty…” he whispered with a whimper. he was moving with a desperate, beautiful intensity now, his forehead pressed against yours as he reached his own release.

then the room was quiet. chris lay on top of you, heavy and warm. his skin was wet with sweat, and his heart was beating fast. he put his head on your shoulder as he tried to catch his breath.

after a long moment, he shifted, rolling to his side but keeping you tucked firmly against him. he pulled a blanket over both of you, shielding you from the cooling air of the room. he reached out, brushing a stray lock of hair away from your damp forehead, his touch as light as a feather.

“happy birthday baby,” he whispered softly. he kissed you and held you tight until you both fell asleep.

author’s note: idk if i like it or not 😟

when your personal trainer can bench press your body weight

*this isn’t written to provoke insecurity. YOUR BODY IS BEAUTIFUL.*

“you have one more in you, c’mon.” he beckoned you on. bench presses were your worst nightmare, but Chris insisted you give them a try.

you shook your head, discouraged by the burning pain in your triceps. Chris’ hands stayed remained crossed over his chest, not willing to lift the weight back onto the stand until you hit one more press.

“take a deep breath, yeah?” you nodded, inhaling before you used all of your force to lift the bar away from your body. his veiny fingers wrapped around the cold metal, lifting it onto the rack.

you sunk into the cushion beneath you, sweat coursing down your face. “that’s my girl.” he grinned, grabbing your bottle and making his way around to stand next to you.

your eyes opened slowly, brows now relaxing, to be met with the cocky expression on his face under bright ceiling lights. “nice job.”

you scoffed, pulling yourself up. and grabbing your water out of his hand. after a couple sips, you stood up. too quick. almost stumbling forward as your vision became static, he steadied you by the waist.

“eeasy… you good?”

“yeah, fine.” you sighed, wiping your forehead with the back of your shaky hand. when Chris was sure you were okay to stand, he removed his hand.

“you got me lifting all these weights, Sturniolo. makes me wonder if you can lift.” you teased, head tilting.

“you just asking or you want proof?” his face neared yours, brows furrowing with amusement.

“what do you think, coach?”

“challenge accepted.”

one by one, Chris placed weights onto the barbell. you counted as he did, noticing he was attempting to bench your body weight.

“good luck.” you chuckled.

“yeah yeah.”

it took almost no effort for Chris to bench. his hair fell before his eyes, his tongue slightly out between parted lips, concentration riddled in his features.

he raised and lowered the weight a couple of times, eventually placing it back down on the rack. you stood at the foot of the bench, handing him your drink when he sat up.

he whispered a thank you, slightly breathless. your nails raked the fake mess of loose strands back. and in that moment when he stared up at your face, like a puppy that just found his owner, your heart beat a little faster.

yeah, cardio could wait till later.

ahhh it’s been a long while sturn tumblr. sorry to have left you guys behind for such a prolonged time but i’m back a little bit. and i’m saying hi to all of the baddies i’ve missed. lowkey love inbox hopping.

cw: PURE SMUTTTT, panty play? temperature play, rough sex, munchy, clit stimulation, slight size kink, degrading if you put your glasses on, dom!chris, but hint of subby!chris at the end chris masterlist ○ main masterlist

“..fuck baby, y’got all pretty f’me?”

Ever since you saw Chris in that chain, you were feral.

The backwards cap, the all black outfit, the fluff of his hair—and that goddamn chain? Oh it had you whimpering and wet on site.

“Such cute panties, it's a shame I'm about to ruin them.” Chris taunts, before swiftly tugging them down your legs.

“Fuck—Chris..” You whine, hips bucking into the cold air that hit your now exposed skin.

“So wet..” Chris groans, “guess I should wear this more often.” he grunts.

His fingers swirl around your clit, jabbing through your cunt in and out like he was finishing the job.

That pleasure didn’t last long though. He removes the digits, plunging them into your mouth to suck clean.

You only obey him, the taste of your own slick on your tongue as you clean his fingers off for him. The filthy actions only has your stomach pooling warmer—feining for more of him.

Chris doesn't even ask you to turn around, instead manhandling you into a face down, ass up position.

“Hold yourself up like that ma, can ya’ do that f’me?” he grunts, hastily taking out his cock and dragging it through your puffy folds.

“nngh—yes.. do anything..” You breathe, letting out a cry when you feel his shaft spear through your entrance.

The room fills with obsence squelches, the slapping of skin echoing through the walls as he fucks into you relentlessly.

Your moans are even louder though, almost loud enough to cover up every other sign while being the most obvious at the same time. Normally he wouldn't mind—but tonight, he has a filthy, filthy plan in play.

“Can’t even shut the fuck up, too dumb on my big cock hm? You love it, love screaming while I fuck you.” Chris spits, slowing his thrusts to grab the pink panties he kept with him for this very moment.

He yanks your head up by your hair, causing your back to arch and eliciting a loud moan. He stuffs the panties in your mouth—effectively silencing you in the dirtiest way.

“Thats what i thought.. now be a quiet little fuck toy for me, yeah? Toys aren't supposed to speak.”

You can taste the saltiness of your leaked arousal on the fabric, loud moans becoming muffled through the surprisingly sound proof material.

Chris only quickens his thrusts as he feels you tighten around him, knowing you and him both are just seconds away from cumming.

“Fuck.. cumming—” Chris groans, his eyes squeezing shut as his hips jerk into you, mixing his hot seed with your own sweet cum.

He pulls out of you, but only to turn you around, effectively lying you flat on your back. He pulls your now drooly panties out of your mouth, tossing them onto the floor as he captures your lips in a searing kiss.

The kiss is rough, his teeth grazing your lip and latching onto it, sucking it into his own mouth before tangling his tongue with yours.

“Need—need’a taste you..” He breathes out, quickly slotting his head between your legs and pulling your cunt to his watery mouth—folds still sloppy with your mixed essence.

He immediately digs in, the sight of him eating not only yours, but his own cum has your head spinning, your moans loud and free now that your voice isn't restrained.

The sound of your vocal pleasure pushes Chris further, jerking you up and slinging your legs onto his shoulder to get deeper, and the deer charm of his new fresh love necklace—the one you've been absolutely wrecked for—grazes your clit.

You jolt, letting out a loud whine at the feeling of the cold metal. “Oh baby,” Chris grins mischievously.

“You liked that? Felt good on ya pussy, hm?”

Chris yanks his necklace off, holding it by the deer charm that just caused you to jump in pleasure.

“m’gonna make it feel way better, baby.” he hums, taking the charm and pressing it against the sensitive bundle of nerves.

You gasp, hips once again jerking at the cold sensation. “Chris..” You whine, squirming for his touch.

“need more, hm? Gonna give you a lot more,” Chris grunts out, pulling your pussy flush to his face again as he resumes his earlier ministrations, occasionally stopping to press the cold charm against you.

You're so, so sensitive—the say he continues to edge you, stopping the flicks of his tongue every time he feels your hole clench around the muscle, instead replacing it with the cold metal deer.

You were starting to hate the necklace after all of this teasing—but at the same time, you couldn't get enough.

“Aw, baby, you gonna cum hm? You think I should let you this time?” He coos against your folds, moving his head to look at you.

You immediately push his head down, all inhibitions gone and replaced with one need; release.

“Fuck—don’t stop Chris.. don’t you dare stop this time.” You order, keeping his head down against your folds.

Chris doesn't fight the sudden shift in power, instead groaning loudly at the way you take charge. He doubles his efforts, flicking and swirling his tongue at two times the spred and pressure he was at before.

Pretty soon, you were crying out in pleasure, screaming his name as the band in your tummy snapped and you gushed all over his tongue.

You finally release his head, letting him come up and rest his chin on your stomach.

“Fuck baby.. that was amazing, you're amazing.” Chris breathes, looking at you with the most fucked out eyes, like he was the one getting off.

And maybe he did, because when you drag your gaze to his thighs, the sight of his sticky cum covering them and part of the bed tells you everything you need to know.

Chris looks down sheepishly, before turning his gaze back up and murmuring a small “you can't blame me, you taste too good and your reactions are too sexy.”

You laugh at his words, pulling him close to your chest. “Guess we both made a mess, then.”

“Yeah, we did.”

☆ soph's notes: was that sexy or was that SEXY? best chris smut I've written by far. also feel free to use these panty dividers with credits! I haven't seen any others on here but there may be others I'm not aware of

✰ english ins't my first language!

summary: nothing more than Chris Sturniolo saying he wants to get you pregnant!

warnings: smut, unprotected sex, kink in reproduction, dirty talk.

๋࣭⭑

When Chris finishes sucking your pussy, his chin is shiny with cum and lubrication. You look down, even though your vision is a little blurry, and shiver when Chris gives your pussy a hot slap, deliberately. You whimper at the sensitivity and he trails wet kisses up your lower abdomen; your belly, which gives you goosebumps, as his hands follow the same path as his mouth; up to the hollow of your breasts, where he insists on sucking and squeezing your wet nipples.

You moan at all the teasing, and he reaches your neck and kisses up to the corner of your mouth to say: "It's my turn now." Before you can realize it, Chris moves you like a rag doll. You're back on Chris's chest, feeling his cock poke your ass - but that changes when he pulls one of your legs up and has perfect access to your tortured pussy.

"Are you going to cum again for me, baby?" he whispers in your ear, and you shake your head urgently, turning to kiss his lips – which taste like yours. Chris returns the kiss with more heat, not caring if it's sloppy and even less when he moans into your mouth. During the hungry kiss, he moves his hand to his own cock, tilting the tip wet with pre-cum inside you. Your pussy throbs as he applies more pressure to your wet entrance, and you start to feel a familiar burning.

"Chris, wait", you say, parting your lips from his. Chris stops moving, but he's still almost inside you. "What's wrong?" he asks, worried, as he takes his hand off his cock and caresses your leg.

You sigh briefly and say: "The condom, babe", you're so close to each other and it makes you delirious.

You see, you and Chris are not officially engaged, which was a mutual decision. But with each sexual encounter between the two of you, something deep inside intensifies. Chris is very careful; he doesn't mind buying your contraceptive pill himself, and when you say that you don't need him to buy it, he reprimands you, saying that yes, you do! Among these and many other attitudes of his, like always being understanding and making you feel comfortable at the end of each casual sex, or when he comes to your house and wakes you up next to him, waking you up with kisses on your skin and permissive touches, or when he calls you by various nicknames, whether in bed or on any other occasion, made you feel totally in love with him.

Even with the medication, you and Chris had never had sex without a condom before. So, he asks: "Don't you want to do it without a condom this time, hm?" He kisses your cheek, waiting for an answer. You sigh at how good the sensation of his hot cock touching your intimacy is - even if not completely. "It's just, you know I'm paranoid about it", you reply, bringing your hand up to touch his soft hair. Chris looks at you and bites his lip. "I haven't had sex with anyone else in the last few months, just you", he ponders, dragging his hand up your thigh, down to your groin, squeezing your skin.

"I know you don't, it's just that-", your speech is interrupted when you feel his fingers pass over the lips of your pussy. Chris looks away from yours to observe the delicious mess being made. His dick is not inside, but, meticulously, he begins to drag his member along the outside of your intimacy, rubbing your clit calmly. "It's what?", Chris asks without even looking at you; he is too busy playing with your pussy. He moves his finger on your sensitive spot, loving how wet and permissive you are. "It's the other thing", you manage to say and Chris soon understands. He doesn't stop his movements against your clit, quite the opposite, it gives him the opportunity to whisper: "That's what's the problem, huh? Don't you want me to cum inside?" he asks with shining eyes at you.

"I-", you try to say but are interrupted by the pleasurable sensation that hits you when Chris rubs your clit and, simultaneously, inserts his dick between the lips of your pussy. You can't resist grinding against his cock, causing a delicious friction. "Don't you want to?" he asks once more in a melodious voice, and you don't know what to say. Chris loves to tease you.

Before you can answer, he lifts his hips a little more, but he returns his movement and threatens to let the tip enter your pussy. You moan at the sensation and, involuntarily, contract your entrance. Chris smiles when he feels what you've done. "I want to fill you so much, princess", with that, he starts to masturbate, taking your lube in his hand and spreading it over his own cock. You can't say anything else but moan like an excited slut. "Can I fuck you?" you nod, biting your lip.

Chris teases your sensitivity a little more and then forces the tip against your entrance. He goes slowly just to have the effect of having you begging him to put it in right away. He passes his other hand between your arms, squeezing your breast and pinching your nipple; You moan and fall your head back.

"So good for me, princess", he whispers in your ear, pulling the crook of your leg up with his hand. You shiver as he pushes in further and then back in, pulling his entire length out. You whimper at the absence, but soon feel full; Chris can't resist imitating your expression as he sinks inside you. He squeezes your breast and kisses your mouth as he intensifies his thrusts, even if slowly.

"Fuck, that feels so good," he says between kisses. "I'm going to be able to cum inside, aren't I?" Chris milks his cock at your entrance pleasurably and you nod at what he says, not caring about anything else. You shiver as he starts to masturbate your clit. "You want me to fill you up, huh?" he asks as he thrusts slowly. You nod and he bites his lip with his eyebrows furrowed. "You're going to let me get you pregnant, aren't you?" you gasp at the question and the way he hurries his touch on your clit. Chris has never said anything like that before, but you liked it.

You moan into his mouth at the well-timed stimulation. Chris no longer cares about being careful, he slams his cock against your entrance, hitting a place he knows well. "I'm dying to make a baby inside you, pretty girl. I want it so bad," he moans in a sly voice, letting go of your clit to hold your leg tightly. Your head is fooled by all those convincing words, making you agree with everything he says. You feel a delicious throb approaching, moving your hips against Chris's.

"I'm going to cum," you whimper in a shaky voice. Hearing you, Chris continues his movements with more determination; he also feels the exacerbated urge to cum. "Cum for me, princess", he seals your lips and when he pulls away, he leaves a string of saliva between your lips. "Fucking hot pussy. Fuck, I love fucking you", he flicks his tongue against your mouth and opens his mouth, letting out gasps. Chris can't help but feel spellbound by the sounds of skin echoing throughout the room, he embraces your movements and moans loudly when you contract your pussy, squeezing his cock so hard it hurts. The moment he thrusts deeper inside, you release, cumming on his cock so deliberately.

You look into his eyes as you let out sneaky moans with your mouth open. Chris thrusts once more, and with great pleasure, fills your entire pussy with cum. He lets out sighs just like yours and removes his cock, seeing the damage done. He smiles at you and kisses your mouth again, but it's a simple kiss and you return it with the same feeling.

He falls back onto the mattress with his head, exhausted. Chris realizes all the things he said to you, feeling embarrassed for being so loud. You settle into his chest, not caring that you're both a little sweaty. You close your eyes, feeling sleepy.

"Sorry", he says very quietly.

"For making me cum twice? Relax, you're not a horrible monster for that."

"No", he laughs. "For being so loud, and the things I said", you don't know but he blushes when he remembers what he said.

"Ah!", you exclaim. "I thought it was really hot and it even made me cum faster, don't worry", you ponder and he nods silently, kissing the top of your head.

"I know, but you wanted to do it with the condom on and-"

"It's okay. You know that if I didn't want to do it without it, I would have grabbed it myself. Chill", Chris runs his hand through your hair and comforts himself with your answer.

When both of you are silent, and you seem to be asleep, Chris thinks about something he's wanted to ask you for a while now. "I need to ask you something", he says, finding his own voice strange. You don't have the willpower to speak, you just mumble a: "hum?"

Chris is reluctant but says it anyway. "Can I be your boyfriend?" you feel his heartbeat get faster. You smile drunkenly and lift your head to seal your lips on his with your hand caressing his face. "Of course", you say and Chris smiles, feeling relieved.

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