#phimstarz

warnings : quick blurb, smut, pnv, riding

warnings : short blurb, hickeys, pnv, smut w/ no buildup

an : a oneshot based off of this insta story he posted! happy 4th and fdt🤞🏽3.1k words!

warnings : smut with buildup, begging, (on the verge of) crying, slight humiliation kink, reader and chris are switches (trust the process), pnv (wrap before you tap!), overstimulation, oral (f!receiving), fingering, f!masturbation, squirting, smartmouth reader and chris (sorta) 🫢

hope you enjoy!!

as you scroll on twitter, you come across a slightly vulgar post. you think nothing of it, but seeing as pepsi posted it, you had to laugh. "baby, look at this," you say, your smirk growing wider as you hand your phone to chris. "pffft. send me that, i'll post it on my story," he says before giving you your phone back.

you both were on the couch, the scent of a new home finally starting to vanish. the soft blankets on top of you make you want to shut your eyes, but you promised matt you'd help him go shopping later. the triplets invited you to their small 4th of july party (now renamed the lgbbq) again, so this week would be a busy one.

chris' voice breaks the silence, preventing you from dozing off. "would you rather eat hotdogs or burgers at the barbeque?" chris asks, looking over at you. "shoot, i really love both," you begin. "we can just serve both then," chris shrugs before looking back at his phone. due to the topic change, you thought that pepsi's tweet was no longer thought about. but unbeknownst to you, it was the only thing on chris' mind.

after a couple more slow hours of sitting on the couch, matt comes in the living room, with nick right behind him. "hey, i finally convinced nick to come to the grocery store with me, do you still wanna come?" matt asks, looking at you as he puts on his shoes. "umm.. actually, i'll stay here. is that okay?" you say as you turn to matt, making sure you aren't needed to shop. "yeah, sure," he says before opening the door and walking out. "peace and love," nick says after putting on his shoes and following his brother out.

"do we have anything to eat?" you ask chris after you feel your stomach grumble. "mhm," he hums, the vibrations running through your chest as you lay on his. he stops playing with your hair and says "wanna look in the kitchen with me?" you nod and get up shortly before walking with him to the kitchen.

as you head to the pantry, chris looks through the fridge. "here," he says, making you turn around. he throws a pepsi can to you, the chill of the refrigerator lingering on the metal. "chris, the tweet said not to shake pepsi," you say, with faux attitude towards him. he scoffed and opened his can. "what else did the tweet say?" he asked, finally turning to you, his eyes unwavering as he sips from the can. "i don't remember," you say quietly before turning to the pantry again, placing the pepsi down for later. you hear chris before you feel him, his footsteps getting closer to you before his arm wraps around your waist. "i'm sure you do," he replies, his voice just as quiet as yours. you try to suppress a grin as you look around the pantry.

"what do you want?" you ask, turning your head to face chris. you see him try to keep a straight face as he doesn't reply- he only looks at you. "good to know," you say in return, your voice even quieter. you decide on cooking penne pasta, a simple dinner nonetheless, but filling. before you even reach the box, chris' hand gently pushes it away, pepsi still in-hand. "i have an idea for dinner," he says, his voice low but firm. he leans in and adds "follow me." you look back at the penne box, but turn to follow him. he throws his pepsi can in the trash, already empty.

you follow him until you both reach his room. he opens the door for you, walking in after you. "what kind of food is in here?" you laugh, looking around. "food more delicious than you know," he replies, a daring note in his voice. "you want that tweet to come true or something?" you question, keeping eye contact as you sit on his bed. "only a fucking lunatic would say no to that," he smiles as he comes and kneels down, facing you. you can't deny the wave of heat rising throughout your body at the tone of his voice, as well as the slick starting to form between your thighs. "do you want the tweet to come true?" he asks, now turning the question to you. "i'm not a lunatic," you breathe, smiling back at him. "atta girl," he praises as he reaches for the waistband of your pants.

you lift your hips up slightly as he pulls your sweatpants all the way down. you feel your cheeks flush at the intensity of his glare on your heat. "i haven't even touched you," he says, with slight mocking in his voice. "shut up," you whisper, though chris hears it. his hands inch up your thighs as they play with the waisband of your underwear. "chris," you whine. chris scoffs at your noise. "patience is a virtue, baby," he smirks as he slowly moves your underwear off your body. "lay on the pillows," he gently orders as he stands up. you blink at him before shuffling back to lay your head on the pillows, but you end up laying backwards on your elbows to see him better. he kneels in front of you before putting his weight on his left shoulder. his right hand spreads your left leg away, giving him better access to where attention is needed the most.

"so pretty," he whispers as he gets closer, his breath ghosting over your heat. your breath speeds up in anticipation. his left hand locks onto the side of your right hip, his weight still leaning on that elbow of his. he looks up at you as his right hand trails its way up your inner thigh. "chris," you say, less of a whine and more of a plead. he tuts. "be patient," he scolds again, his right hand around halfway up your thigh. you can't help but huff at how slow he's going. "i know you want it, but the tweet says 'tea-'" "fuck what that stupid tweet says, please," you say in a last effort of desperation. chris slightly shrugs as his right index finger finally collects your slick. his eye traces your pussy, but he looks up at you again as he places his finger in his mouth. "delicious," he compliments after his finger comes out with a pop. your foot slightly nudges him, and he finally gets the clue.

he inserts his middle finger first, feeling around your walls. your tension releases with a sigh. he hums at your reaction. "feel good baby?" he asks, though he already knows the answer. "mhm," you reply, your head resting against the pillow. "i know it's hard, but look at me," he says, his voice soft. you open your eyes again and find his. he puts in his ring finger and increases the pace.

soon enough, the pads of his fingers find the spot that makes your stomach clench tenfold. "this good?" he asks, looking between your face and his fingers. "yeah," you breathe out. "more?" he questions as you nod. "words, baby," he says firmly. "more, please chris," you moan. he continues to smile as his thumb starts circling your clit. "fuck," you whimper, your voice quiet. just before your legs start to shake, he removes his hand. "chris." but before you can argue even more, his tongue latches on to your heat.

your unheard words turn into moans, with his warm mouth increasing the pleasure. his hums of approval go straight to your core, where the previous pleasure builds up again. you reach one of your arms out to gently grasp his hair. chris removes his tongue, but quickly replaces it with the previous three fingers in their same positions. he places his arm next to your hand as he leans in to kiss you. you taste your juices mixed with the faint taste of pepsi.

your legs begin to shake as his fingers continue their work. his mouth trails down to your chin, then your neck, leaving open mouthed kisses on your collarbones. the coil in your stomach was threatening to snap. his fingers continued pressing against your g-spot, and his thumb was pressing against your clit with the perfect amount of force. "c-chris-" you say, your voice broken as your back arches into the mattress. "hold it in baby, i know you can," he says as he goes back to kissing you.

your legs wrap around his waist as the pressure starts to get too intense. your moans of protest are swallowed by chris, who still hears them, but doesn't say anything. he breaks the kiss and leans back, watching as your pussy gets slicker and slicker. your head leans against the pillow again as both of your elbows continue to hold you up. "damn, she's squeezing me so hard," he laughs as he continues his pace.

"hey, look at me," he reminds, his voice firmer than last time. "wanna see your face when you cum around my fingers," he adds, his smile wicked. at this, your hands grip the sheets as the tension around your core releases. "mmmph- fuck, i'm cumming--" you moan as chris starts to speed up. "fuck, you look so beautiful," chris praises as your eyes close and your eyebrows furrow. "yeahh, just like that," he encourages, looking at how a ring of white forms around your pussy and his fingers. he wouldn't admit it, but he would've came right there if he wanted to.

the added speed of his fingers makes your eyes roll back as your orgasm prolongs. your legs start to shake even more as the pressure was getting too intense. all you could do was incoherently babble, but chris got the hint and slowly pulled his fingers out. "good job baby," he says breathlessly as he offers you his middle finger to place in your mouth. you open, tasting yourself. he leans his forehead against yours as he takes in his ring finger. "tastes good, yeah?" he asks as he takes out his finger, sucked dry. you can only nod with his finger in your mouth. "shit," he says under his breath, keeping his eyes on your mouth. you pull his finger out with a pop before pushing his chest.

chris falls to the bed with surprise, but it quickly gets replaced with need as you kneel between his legs. your eyes rake his body, your pussy throbbing as you see how quickly his chest is rising and falling. your eyes fall on his dick, the outline showing against his sweatpants. "awhh, just from me?" you ask, your voice playful. at how quickly this progressed, chris was still speechless. he nodded. "words, baby," you tease by repeating his words from earlier. "mhm, yeah, all from you," he replies, his sentence ending in a whimper. you trace your fingers around the waistband before slowly pulling them down. you pressed the band against his erection, eliciting a deep moan from him. you throbbed at the sound.

he lifts his hips, helping you take his sweatpants all the way off. through his boxers, the outline of his hardened dick was much easier to see. your hand carefully rubs his cock as more noises come out of him. "mmh," you hum. "keep makin' those noises baby," you say as you take off his boxers. your mouth waters as his dick is exposed, the leaking tip flushed red. you pump him slowly, looking at him as he looks back at you. your hand squeezes around the tip as you watch, mesmerized. precum keeps leaking out as it gets smeared up and down his cock. you hear a slight whimper. "what was that?" you ask, your voice teasing. "please," chris whimpers in a quiet voice. "what'd you tell me about patience? about it being a virtue?" you reply as chris' face flushes, his eyes getting glossy.

"i-" chris stutters as he struggles to get a sentence out. "i'm only joking," you reply as his lips press into a thin line. his adam apple throbs quickly. you feel wetness gushing out of you at this point from watching how red his tip grows, making you pull back your hand from him (with chris whimpering loudly), and trail it to your throbbing pussy. you bite your lips as you dip two fingers inside and start pumping. your left hand continues the work your right hand did on chris, this time with a higher speed, "fuck, yes," chris sighs as his head leans back, almost off the bed. he seems to suddenly remember you're touching yourself because of him and looks back at you and your expression.

the buildup isn't as much as it was with chris, but you still feel the coil starting to build. you can't help but slowly rock your hips back and forth. chris' dick is slicked that your hand easily glides around it, making his hands grab for the sheets. "uh-huh, just like that," he says, his voice strains. "it's good?" you ask for confirmation, which you quickly get. "mhm, yeah, so good wrapped around me," chris replies. his sounds, your fingers, and the way his hips buck into your hand make your coil tighten quicker. you suddenly get an idea.

your left hand pulls away from chris, who protests loudly. you give him a warning glare as you lean back on the headboard, fully on display for chris. your right hand speeds up as your left hand toys with your clit. your jaw goes slack as your eyes close, but soon open again to find chris staring at your pussy. he starts wrapping his right hand around his dick, a slower pace than your hands. he then looks up at you, keeping the eye contact. one last touch against your sensitive clit makes your eyes roll back as a gush of liquid rushes out of you. you moan chris' name loudly, who is left speechless again. you look down in time to see your liquid pool around your pussy, some sprays even reaching chris' legs. the aftershock comes in quickly, so you remove your hands and clean your fingers with your mouth.

"holy shit," chris says, his voice making you come out of your trance. "fuck i- i need you," chris says as he makes his way towards your position on the bed. "you have me," you whisper in return. chris takes his shirt off. which encourages you to do the same, before kissing you with much more passion than before. his hand feel around your heat which was still sensitive from your last orgasm, making your hips jerk away on instinct. you unbuckle your bra as you guys breathe. "chris, i need to feel you," you moan as your look down at his cock. "yeah?" he asks, searching both of your eyes. "yeah," you reply, looking back at him. "how bad do you want it?" he asks. your eyebrows raise a little at how much his demeanor shifted in the past few minutes. "i just need you inside me, please," you beg as your voice cracks on the last word. he smirks as he obeys.

his tip nudges against your entrance and slips in easily. you and chris moan loudly at the contact; he lays his forehead on yours. you nod to him as a sign for him to start and he pushes in all the way. "h-holy fuck," he grunts as he bottoms out, his eyes closing.

your legs wrap around his waist once again. after a few seconds, chris starts moving. with his hand next to your head, he brushes some hair away from your face. his eyes look at your body, and he takes in your chest. he grabs your breast and pinches the nipple, forcing a moan out of you. his pace fastens as his hand returns to the side of your head.

you swear you can feel every dip, ridge, and vein on his dick as it quickly pumps inside of you, his tip pushing against your g-spot every time. your hands move off of the sheets as you place one in his hair and the other on his back. soon, chris' moans turn into whimpers. "i'm close," he whispers in your ear as his hips keep the same relentless pace. "me too," you stutter out as the familiar coil gets tighter and tighter.

chris' hand reaches down and rests at your hip, where his thumb repeatedly rubs your clit in circles. your mouth opens in a moan as your head tilts back. "you like that?" your response is nothing but a whisper, but chris hears it anyway. "i-i'm cumming," chris gasps as his thrusts slow, but get deeper. your eyes lock onto his face, his expression making the coil snap. his eyebrows are furrowed, his soft, pink lips parted, his hair sticking to his forehead, and his eyes focused on you.

his release pumps into you, each rope of cum settling deep with each thrust. chris' moans start to quiet in your ear, but they spur you on even more. as you get closer and closer to your orgasm, your walls wrap around him, milking him of every drop. you hear him slightly grunt at the overstimulation. his pace and the spurts of cum barrel you over the edge, your head digging into the pillow beneath you as you cum.

as your orgasm lasts, the clench you have around him tightens like a vice. you hear the impact when he moans deep and his head hangs into the crook of your shoulder. your hand takes its place on his hair again, the grip in it slightly tighter. his pace finally comes to a stop, and you hear each other's breath sounding like the end of a marathon. he kisses the middle of your forehead before kissing your lips, less passionate, but filled with more love.

"did so well baby," he praises as he pulls out, both of you whining at the loss of contact. he slowly sits back, then stands to make his way to the bathroom. you hear him fumble inside the cabinets, then he appears holding a towel. he stares at the mixture of both juices leaking out of you, which made you decide to push them back in. you hiss at the contact but push all of it in. you and chris smile at each other as he lightly cleans the rest of the mess. he throws the towel in his laundry basket and heads back to the bathroom to start a shower for the both of you. you grab each other's clothing from the floor and place them in the basket as he starts putting his sheets in the washing machine.

as you head into the shower together, he whispers a quick "i love you," as he gives you a kiss on the cheek. "i love you, too," you respond.

"hey, who left this unopened pepsi on the kitchen counter?" you hear matt ask from the kitchen. you and chris only giggle.