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The room was hot—sweltering, even—but it had nothing to do with the temperature and everything to do with the way you were sprawled out between them. A wicked, filthy game, one you weren’t sure who started, but once it began? There was no stopping it. Grizzy. Puffer. Pezzy. Droid. All of them. All for you. It had started as harmless teasing, the usual banter laced with flirtation, until the tension had become something real—something palpable. You’d seen the way they looked at you, the way their eyes darkened when you pushed them, and tonight? Tonight, they weren’t holding back. Pezzy was behind you, his large hands holding you open, a deep chuckle vibrating in his chest as he muttered, “Look at you. So fucking needy.” Puffer’s lips brushed against your ear, hot, teasing, as he ran a rough hand down your thigh. “Think you can take us all, sweetheart? ‘Cause you’re gonna.” Grizzy groaned, impatient, starving, his grip bruising as he spread you further apart. “Fuck. We’re ruining you tonight.”

Droid? Droid just smirked. That cocky, teasing grin. “Better hold on, baby. We’re gonna break you.” And they did. They pushed your limits, tested your endurance, devoured you from every angle. Hands gripping, pinning, claiming. Mouths biting, sucking, owning. Cocks filling, stretching, fucking. Your moans shattered the silence, the filthy sounds of skin on skin echoing through the dimly lit room. Pezzy’s hand was tangled in your hair, pulling your head back so you could look at them—so you could see what a mess they’d turned you into. “Fuck,” he groaned, watching your body tremble, watching the way your lips parted in a helpless gasp. “You were made for this.” Puffer was the worst—cruel, relentless. He held you down, his voice a growl in your ear. “Where’s that smart mouth now, huh? Thought you could handle us.” Grizzy chuckled, dark and low. “They’re handling us just fine,” he teased, palming your throat, his thumb pressing down just enough to make you dizzy. “Aren’t you, baby?” You nodded—whimpered, really—but it wasn’t enough.

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Chris leaned back in his gaming chair, his laughter still ringing in your ears from earlier. The night had been like any other—him gaming with his friends, their usual banter filling the room. But one particular comment during their chat had been circling your mind ever since. “Man,” Grizzy had joked, “you know a guy’s dedicated when he’s down to eat his girl like she’s the last meal on Earth.” The group erupted into laughter, and Chris had chuckled along, casually throwing in, “Hey, you gotta make her happy, right? It’s all about the effort.” The confidence in his tone had stuck with you. You couldn’t help but replay it in your mind, a mix of curiosity and nervousness bubbling up. It wasn’t that you and Chris hadn’t explored intimacy together—you had. But this was something you’d always shied away from. You’d heard the stories, seen the jokes, and even had girlfriends gush about it over drinks. Yet, the idea of him going down on you left you feeling… exposed, vulnerable. What if it wasn’t as great as people said? What if you weren’t? Lost in thought, you didn’t notice Chris approaching until he nudged your knee. “You good, babe? You’ve been kinda quiet.” You glanced up, your cheeks heating under his gaze. “Yeah, I’m fine,” you replied, too quickly to be convincing.

He tilted his head, clearly unconvinced. “That’s a lie,” he said softly, a playful grin tugging at his lips. “Come on, spill.” You hesitated, fidgeting with the hem of your shirt. Chris was your boyfriend—the sweetest, most attentive guy you’d ever been with. If anyone would listen without judgment, it was him. Still, the words felt heavy on your tongue. “It’s… kinda embarrassing,” you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper. Chris moved closer, his hand resting gently on your thigh. “Hey,” he said, his tone serious but kind. “You can tell me anything. No judgment, promise.” You took a deep breath, staring at your lap. “I’ve just… never had someone, you know… go down on me before.” The room fell silent for a moment as he processed your confession. When you finally dared to look up, his expression wasn’t one of surprise or amusement. Instead, his eyes softened, his thumb tracing slow circles on your leg. “That’s what’s been on your mind?” he asked gently, a small smile playing on his lips. You nodded, your cheeks burning. “I know it’s not a big deal, but I guess I’ve always been too nervous. Like, what if it’s weird? Or I’m not…” You trailed off, too self-conscious to finish the thought. “Not what?” he prompted, his tone encouraging. “Perfect down there,” you finished quickly, the words tumbling out before you could stop them.

Chris’s brows knitted together as he leaned in, cupping your face with both hands. “Babe,” he said firmly, “you’re perfect to me. Every part of you. And if this is something you want to try, I’d love to do it. But only if you’re comfortable.” Your heart fluttered at his sincerity. “Really?” “Really,” he said, his voice low and soothing. “I’ve thought about it more times than I should probably admit.” That confession sent a shiver down your spine, your nerves replaced by a flicker of excitement. “I… I think I want to try,” you said, your voice steady despite the heat blooming in your cheeks. Chris grinned, standing and holding out his hand. “Then let’s make it special.” He led you to the bedroom, his movements slow and deliberate, giving you time to back out if you changed your mind. The air was charged with anticipation as you sat back on the bed, your heart hammering in your chest. When you lay down, he climbed over you, pressing a deep, lingering kiss to your lips, as if to reassure you that this was about you and only you. His hands skimmed your body, the gentle pressure grounding you in the moment, until his lips began a slow journey down your neck, over your collarbone, and further still. Each kiss left a trail of heat in its wake, and your breathing grew heavier with every inch he traveled.

At the waistband of your shorts, he paused, his fingers toying with the fabric as he looked up at you, his eyes full of warmth and affection. “Is this okay?” he asked softly, his voice filled with patience and care. You nodded, your voice caught in your throat as your pulse quickened. He slid your shorts down, taking your underwear with them, the cool air against your bare skin making you shiver. His gaze never left you, and when his eyes roamed over your body, it wasn’t with lust alone—it was with reverence. “You’re beautiful,” he murmured, his voice thick with sincerity. The words hit you like a soothing balm, easing some of the nervousness you didn’t realize you were still holding on to. His lips pressed against your inner thighs, first one and then the other, the featherlight kisses sending jolts of pleasure straight to your core. Your anticipation built as his kisses grew closer and closer to where you ached for him most. When his mouth finally met your most sensitive spot, your hips jerked involuntarily, a sharp gasp escaping your lips. You felt like a virgin experiencing sex for the first time. “Relax,” he murmured against you, his voice vibrating against your skin, his large hands resting firmly on your thighs to hold you in place. He began slowly, his tongue moving in soft, deliberate strokes, as if savoring every second.

The initial shyness you’d felt melted away with each flick of his tongue. The way he moved was unhurried yet purposeful, as though he was learning exactly what made your body sing. He alternated between languid, flat strokes and precise circles, his mouth and tongue working together in perfect harmony. “Chris…” you breathed, your voice barely audible as your fingers found purchase in the sheets beneath you. He looked up briefly, his lips glistening, a smug grin tugging at the corners of his mouth. “How’s that?” he asked, his voice teasing yet dripping with satisfaction. “It’s… incredible,” you managed to breathe, your head tipping back as a shaky moan escaped your lips. Chris grinned, clearly pleased by your reaction. “Good,” he said, his tone low and husky. “Let’s see how much more you can take.” Without warning, he added his fingers into the mix, one sliding in with ease before curling inside you. The combination of his tongue circling your clit and his fingers pressing into that perfect spot was almost too much to bear. You felt your thighs trembling as heat pooled in your stomach, the tension winding tighter and tighter. “That’s it,” he murmured, his voice muffled as his tongue worked you relentlessly. “Let go for me, baby. I’ve got you.”

With a cry, your body arched off the bed, your release crashing over you in waves so intense it left you trembling. Chris didn’t stop, his tongue and fingers coaxing every last spasm from your body until you were a quivering, breathless mess beneath him. You thought he might give you a moment to recover, but Chris had other plans. “One isn’t enough,” he teased, pressing a kiss to your thigh. “I’m not done with you yet.” His mouth returned to your clit, his tongue moving with newfound determination. You were oversensitive, every stroke of his tongue sending sparks of pleasure and borderline overstimulation coursing through you. But it wasn’t long before the overstimulation turned into something deeper, something more profound. “Chris, I can’t—” you whimpered, your hands gripping the sheets so tightly your knuckles turned white. “Yes, you can,” he growled against you, his fingers working inside you again, finding that same spot with devastating accuracy. “You’re doing so good for me.” His words pushed you further, your body surrendering to him as the tension built again, even quicker this time. When your climax hit, it was even more powerful than the first, your thighs squeezing around his head as your cries filled the room.

Chris didn’t let up, his tongue moving in lazy, thorough strokes as you rode out the aftershocks. By the time he pulled back, you were panting, your body spent and trembling. “Still with me?” he teased, his voice laced with amusement as he kissed the inside of your thigh. “Y-Yeah,” you breathed, barely able to form words. “Good,” he said, his tone shifting to something darker, more commanding. “Because I want to see you fall apart for me one more time.” He didn’t wait for a response. His mouth returned to you, this time gentler, his tongue moving in slow, deliberate circles that built the tension agonizingly slowly. His hands massaged your thighs, grounding you as your body began to climb that peak again. “Chris…” you whimpered, your voice a mix of desperation and pleading. “That’s it, baby,” he murmured, his voice dripping with pride and satisfaction. “Give me one more.” This time, when your release hit, it felt like an explosion, your body writhing uncontrollably as waves of ecstasy consumed you. Tears pricked the corners of your eyes as you called out his name, your voice trembling with raw emotion. Chris finally pulled back, his lips and chin glistening as he crawled up to meet you. His grin was wolfish, his eyes sparkling with pride.

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The room was dimly lit, the only illumination coming from the soft glow of the bedside lamp. Chris stood by the edge of the bed, his arms crossed as he watched you kneel before him, a smirk tugging at the corners of his lips. “Look at you,” he said, his tone low and teasing, yet carrying an edge that made your stomach twist in the best way. “On your knees like you were made for this.” Your cheeks flushed at his words, but you didn’t look away. Instead, you let your gaze drop to the way he was already straining against his jeans, your breath hitching as he reached down to unbuckle his belt. “What? Cat got your tongue?” he asked, his voice dripping with mockery. “Or are you just too busy thinking about how badly you want this?” “Chris—” you started, but he cut you off with a sharp look. “Ah, ah,” he chided, stepping closer until you could feel the heat radiating from him. “I didn’t ask you to talk, did I? I told you to get on your knees. Now do what you’re told, like a good little thing.”

Your body shuddered at the sheer authority in his tone, and you reached out, your fingers brushing against the waistband of his jeans. He let you fumble with the button, his smirk growing as you worked to free him. “Slow down,” he muttered, his hand cupping your chin to tilt your face up. “You’re so desperate, it’s pathetic. But I like seeing you like this.” His words sent a jolt of heat through you, and when you finally pulled him free, your breath caught at the sight of him, hard and already leaking at the tip. Chris chuckled at your reaction, his fingers brushing your cheek in a mockingly tender gesture. “What are you waiting for?” he asked, his voice low and dangerous. “Go on. Show me how much you want it.” You leaned forward, your lips brushing against him as you started slow, your tongue flicking out to tease the sensitive head. Chris let out a low groan, his hand tangling in your hair as he guided your movements. “Yeah, that’s it,” he murmured, his voice rough with pleasure.

“Such a good little mouth, taking me so well.” You hollowed your cheeks, taking him deeper as his grip on your hair tightened. The sound of his groans filled the room, each one spurring you on as you worked him with a mix of eagerness and precision. “Look at you,” he said, his tone turning sharper as he thrust into your mouth, making you gag slightly. “So eager to please. You’re nothing but a little toy for me, aren’t you?” You whimpered around him, the sound sending a shiver down his spine as he pulled back just enough to let you catch your breath. “Answer me,” he demanded, his hand still gripping your hair. “You’re my little toy, aren’t you?” “Yes,” you gasped, your voice trembling. “I’m yours.” “Damn right you are,” he growled, pulling you to your feet and spinning you around to push you against the bed. “And I’m about to remind you exactly who you belong to.” Chris wasted no time, his hands firm as he bent you over the bed, your chest pressing against the soft sheets.

His palm came down on your ass with a sharp crack, making you gasp as the sting radiated through your skin.

“You like that?” he asked, his voice dripping with mockery as he smoothed his hand over the spot he’d just slapped. “Of course you do. I can feel how wet you are already.” You whimpered, the heat between your thighs becoming unbearable as you tried to press your legs together. Chris was quick to stop you, his knee forcing your legs apart as he ran his fingers down the curve of your spine. “Stay just like that,” he commanded, his hand trailing lower until his fingers slipped between your folds. He groaned at how slick you were, his fingers teasing your entrance before retreating. “Pathetic. So worked up, and I’ve barely touched you.” “Please,” you murmured, your voice shaky as you tried to grind back against him. But Chris wasn’t having it. “‘Please’ what?” he asked, delivering another sharp smack to your ass. “Use your words, baby. Beg for it.” You bit your lip, your pride warring with your desperation. But when his hand came down again, harder this time, you couldn’t hold back.

“Please, Chris. I need you. I need all of you.” He chuckled darkly, the sound sending shivers down your spine. “That’s better.” You heard the crinkle of foil as he rolled on a condom, the sound followed by the press of his tip against your entrance. He teased you for a moment, sliding just the head in before pulling back, making you whimper in frustration. “You’re so needy,” he taunted, his hands gripping your hips as he slowly pushed into you. The stretch was intense, but it was everything you craved, and you couldn’t help the moan that escaped your lips as he bottomed out. “Fuck, you’re tight,” Chris growled, his fingers digging into your hips as he held himself still for a moment. “Taking me so well, though. Good little toy.” He set a punishing pace, each thrust hitting deeper than the last, leaving you breathless and clinging to the sheets. The sound of skin against skin filled the room, mingling with your cries and his low groans. “You were made for this,” he muttered, his voice rough with pleasure as he leaned over you, his chest pressing against your back.

“Made for me.” “Yes,” you gasped, your voice breaking as he reached around to rub tight circles against your clit. “Only for you.” “That’s right,” he said, his breath hot against your ear. “And don’t you forget it.” He pulled back, one hand gripping your hair to tug your head back as he drove into you harder, deeper. The angle had you seeing stars, your body trembling as he brought you closer to the edge. “Gonna come for me, baby?” he asked, his voice low and teasing. “Come on, let me hear you scream my name.” You shattered, your release washing over you in waves as you cried out his name, your nails clawing at the sheets. Chris didn’t stop, his pace relentless as he chased his own release. His groans grew louder, his thrusts becoming erratic until he finally spilled into the condom with a guttural moan. He collapsed beside you, pulling you into his arms as the two of you caught your breath. His hand trailed lazily up and down your back, his earlier dominance replaced with a rare tenderness.

f!reader, Sleep Stream Chaos, Flirty Banter, sweet and spicy, streamer romance, cozy but hot, request🦋

The sleep stream started out simple enough. You and Puffer had set up a cozy corner with soft lighting, a mountain of pillows, and a blanket fort that rivaled anything you’d made as a kid. It was supposed to be chill—just the two of you relaxing while chat entertained themselves with media shares. “Alright, chat,” Puffer said, adjusting the mic. “Keep it clean. I don’t want to wake up to nightmares.” “Speak for yourself,” you teased, fluffing a pillow. “I’m ready for the chaos.” The stream began smoothly. You both bantered lightly, poking fun at chat’s choice of videos and laughing at the ridiculousness of some memes. Then someone sent in an edit of you. The video started with soft, cinematic music, transitioning into clips of you laughing, smiling, and making exaggerated faces during streams. It was flattering, highlighting your best angles and even slowing down a few moments for dramatic effect. You laughed, brushing it off with a playful, “Alright, who had too much time on their hands? Props, though. That’s some solid editing.” But when you glanced at Puffer, his reaction caught you off guard. His cheeks were tinted pink, his eyes darting between the screen and his lap as he tried to suppress a smile.

“Oh, Puffer’s blushing!” you exclaimed, leaning closer to the camera. “No, I’m not!” he shot back, his voice a little too defensive to be convincing.

Chat exploded. Messages flew in rapid-fire:

Puffer, you okay there?

BUSTED

Puffer, blink twice if you’re in love

The teasing didn’t stop there, and you weren’t about to let it slide either. “Aw, Puffs, you like my edit?” you asked, batting your lashes dramatically. He groaned, covering his face with his hands. “Chat, I hate all of you.” You grinned, loving the way he squirmed. “Don’t blame them! They’re just exposing the truth.” As the stream continued, the teasing subsided—but the tension lingered. You couldn’t help but steal glances at him, noticing the way he avoided meeting your eyes. As the chat continued and talked about something else, the air was thick with unspoken words. “You were really red back there,” you teased softly, nudging him with your shoulder. He rubbed the back of his neck, laughing nervously. “Yeah, well… they got me good.” “Or maybe,” you said, leaning closer, “there’s something you’re not telling me.” His eyes met yours, and for a moment, neither of you said anything. Then, quietly, he admitted, “Okay, fine. I like you. A lot. Happy now?” Your breath caught, his words settling over you like a warm blanket. “Really?” “Yeah,” he said, his voice steady despite the vulnerability in his eyes. “You’re incredible, Y/N. And I’ve been trying to keep it cool, but that edit just… yeah.” You smiled, your heart pounding. “Good. Because I like you too, Puffer.” The relief on his face was immediate, and before you knew it, he was leaning in. His lips met yours, the kiss soft at first, then deepening as the weight of everything unsaid melted away.

His hands cupped your face, pulling you closer as the kiss turned hungrier, more desperate. You shifted, climbing into his lap as his arms wrapped around your waist, anchoring you to him. “Y/N,” he murmured against your lips, his voice low and rough. “Mm?” you replied, your fingers tangling in his hair. “Tell me if you want to stop,” he said, his eyes searching yours. “I don’t,” you whispered, leaning in to kiss him again. Puffer glanced at the glowing chat scrolling rapidly across the screen of his laptop propped up nearby. The vibrant colors of his wireless microphone matched the chaotic vibe of the stream perfectly, its cord extending just enough for him to lean back against the couch comfortably. He fiddled with the mic in his hands, his fingers tapping against the plastic as a sheepish smile tugged at his lips. “I can’t believe I’m about to do this,” he mumbled, mostly to himself, though the mic picked up his words loud and clear. The chat, of course, exploded in reaction, a mix of teasing messages and curious demands to know what he meant. With a dramatic sigh, he leaned forward, his thumb clicking the button to mute the mic briefly as he gave you a knowing look. Then, with a dramatic click, he ended the stream. You laughed softly, pulling back slightly. “Ending it early, huh? Scandalous.” He met your gaze, his eyes dark with intensity. “Can you blame me? I’ve got way better things to focus on right now.”

Before you could respond, his lips captured yours again, the kiss deeper this time, filled with an urgency that made your head spin. His hands trailed down your sides, gripping your waist as he guided you backward onto the makeshift bed of pillows and blankets. “Puffer,” you murmured against his lips, your voice trembling with anticipation. “Chris,” he corrected softly, his lips grazing your jawline. “Call me Chris tonight.” Your heart skipped at the sound of his name, the vulnerability in his tone sending shivers through your body. “Chris,” you whispered, testing the word as your hands tangled in his hair. He groaned softly, the sound vibrating against your skin as he kissed down your neck, his teeth grazing the sensitive spot just below your ear. His hands explored your body with reverence, slipping beneath your shirt to trace patterns on your bare skin. “You’re so beautiful,” he murmured, his voice rough with desire. “I’ve wanted this for so long.” His words ignited something in you, and you tugged at his hoodie, needing to feel more of him. He helped you, pulling it over his head and tossing it aside before his hands found their way back to you. His bare skin was warm against yours, his touch firm but gentle as he lifted your shirt over your head, leaving you vulnerable beneath his gaze. “You’re perfect,” he whispered, leaning down to press a kiss to your collarbone, then lower, trailing a path that left your body trembling.

Every touch, every kiss, was deliberate, as though he was savoring every moment. His hands gripped your hips, guiding you to straddle him as he sat back, his lips finding yours once more. The new position left you both gasping, the heat between you undeniable as his hands roamed your body. “Tell me what you want,” he whispered, his voice low and teasing as he nipped at your bottom lip. “You,” you replied breathlessly, your hands gripping his shoulders as you moved against him, the friction driving you both closer to the edge. “Say it again,” he demanded, his hands tightening on your hips as he held you in place, his gaze locking with yours. “I want you, Chris,” you said, your voice trembling with need. That was all it took. He shifted you onto your back, his movements careful yet assertive as he positioned himself between your legs. His lips claimed yours in a kiss that left you breathless, his hands sliding down to grip your thighs. He paused, his forehead resting against yours as he whispered, “Are you sure?” You nodded, your hands cupping his face. “I’ve never been more sure of anything.” With that, he guided himself into you, his movements slow and deliberate as he allowed you to adjust. The stretch was overwhelming in the best way, your body arching beneath him as he filled you completely. “God, you feel amazing,” he groaned, his lips brushing against your temple as he began to move.

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The moonlight spilled through Chris’s living room window, casting a soft glow over the space. You sat on the couch, sipping from the mug of hot chocolate he’d handed you earlier, your legs tucked beneath you. He sat at the other end, fidgeting with the hem of his hoodie, stealing glances at you when he thought you weren’t looking. “Alright, what’s up?” you asked, breaking the comfortable silence. His behavior wasn’t like him—Chris was usually confident, loud, and full of jokes. But tonight, he was quieter, his usual bravado replaced by something softer. He looked at you, his lips parting like he was about to say something, but then he hesitated, running a hand through his hair instead. “I—uh—it’s nothing,” he muttered, the tips of his ears turning pink. “Chris,” you said, your voice gentle but firm. “We’ve been friends long enough for me to know when you’re holding back. Just tell me.” He let out a long sigh, leaning back against the couch. “You ever feel like… like you’ve been waiting for the right moment to say something, but you’re scared you’re going to screw it up?”

You blinked, caught off guard. “Depends on what it is,” you said carefully. “What are we talking about here?” He chuckled, the sound nervous and low. “You, actually,” he admitted, his gaze dropping to his lap. “I’ve been waiting for the right moment to tell you… how I feel.” Your heart skipped a beat, your breath catching in your throat. “Oh,” you managed, your voice barely above a whisper. Chris laughed again, this time more self-deprecating. “See? This is why I was scared. Now it’s awkward, and you probably—” “Chris,” you interrupted, sliding closer to him. “It’s not awkward. Just… tell me.” He looked up at you then, his dark eyes searching yours for any sign of rejection. When he didn’t find it, he sighed again, his shoulders relaxing slightly. “I like you. Like, really like you. And I know it might mess things up, but I couldn’t keep it to myself anymore.” You stared at him, your chest tightening at the vulnerability in his voice. This was the same guy who could trash-talk with the best of them during a gaming session, who made everyone laugh until their sides hurt.

Seeing him like this, so open and unsure, tugged at something deep inside you. “You idiot,” you said softly, a smile tugging at your lips. “Why would you think this would mess things up?” His brows furrowed. “I don’t know… because you’re you, and I’m me? I guess I just didn’t want to ruin what we already have.” You reached out, placing a hand on his knee. “Chris, I like you too. I have for a while.” His eyes widened, his mouth falling open slightly. “Wait, seriously?” You laughed, nodding. “Yeah, seriously. I just didn’t think you felt the same way.” He let out a breathless laugh, running a hand through his hair again. “God, we’re both idiots.” “Pretty much,” you teased, your smile widening. The tension in the room melted away as he leaned closer, his hand covering yours. “So, what does this mean?” he asked, his voice soft. “It means,” you said, leaning in until your foreheads nearly touched, “that we stop overthinking and see where this goes.” Chris grinned, his confidence finally returning. “I can live with that.” When his lips brushed against yours, soft and tentative, it felt like the start of something new—something right.

The kiss deepened, filled with a warmth and tenderness that made your heart race. When you pulled back, the look in his eyes made it clear: this was the beginning of something real. “Do you want to stay?” he asked quietly, his thumb brushing over your knuckles. His voice was steady, but his eyes betrayed a nervous vulnerability, like he couldn’t quite believe this was happening. You squeezed his hand, your heart swelling at how tender he looked. “Yeah,” you said softly. “I want to stay.” The rest of the night passed in a haze of quiet laughter and whispered confessions, the two of you curled up on the couch. Chris’s arm was slung over your shoulders, his thumb idly tracing circles on your arm as you talked about everything and nothing. “You know,” he murmured as your eyelids grew heavy, “I’m glad I finally said something. I don’t think I could’ve kept it in much longer.” “Good,” you whispered, smiling as you rested your head against his chest. “Because I don’t think I could’ve waited much longer.” He chuckled, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. “Guess that makes us a pretty good team, huh?”

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Chris had you pinned against the wall before you could even think, his hands gripping your hips with an urgency that left no room for second-guessing. His dark eyes bore into yours, a storm of frustration and raw desire swirling in them, his lips curling into a dangerous smirk. “Do you have any idea what you’ve done to me?” he growled, his voice low and rough, each word dripping with unrestrained hunger. You blinked up at him, feigning innocence even as your heart raced. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” “Oh, you don’t, huh?” His tone turned mocking as his grip tightened, his fingers digging into your skin. “You think you can tease me like that and just walk away?” Before you could respond, his lips crashed against yours in a messy, heated kiss. Teeth clashed, tongues battled, and his hands slid up to tangle in your hair, tugging just hard enough to make you gasp. He pulled back slightly, his breath fanning over your flushed skin as he muttered, “You’ve been testing me all day, and now I’m done playing nice.”

A thrill shot through you at the edge in his voice, your body responding instinctively as his hands roamed lower, pulling your hips flush against his. “Chris,” you started, your voice barely audible over the pounding of your heart. “Don’t,” he interrupted, spinning you around and pressing your front against the wall. His chest molded to your back, his lips brushing the shell of your ear as he growled, “You don’t get to talk your way out of this. You’re mine tonight.” The heat of his words sent a shiver down your spine, anticipation coiling tightly in your stomach as his hands moved with purpose. He yanked your shirt over your head, his lips immediately finding the newly exposed skin of your shoulder, biting down before soothing the sting with his tongue. “Perfect,” he murmured, his voice dropping to a gravelly whisper. His hands made quick work of your pants, pushing them down just enough to give him access. When he pressed against you, the hardness of his arousal unmistakable, you couldn’t hold back the whimper that escaped your lips.

Chris groaned, the sound low and primal as he freed himself. He didn’t waste time; this wasn’t about patience. This was need—raw, unfiltered, and consuming. When he pushed into you, the stretch was overwhelming, stealing the breath from your lungs. Your hands braced against the wall, your head dropping forward as a strangled moan escaped you. “Fuck,” he groaned, his hands gripping your hips with bruising intensity. “You feel so fucking good.” His pace was relentless, each thrust rough and deliberate as he drove you closer and closer to the edge. His lips found your neck again, biting down hard enough to leave marks that you’d see later. “You’re mine,” he growled, his voice low and commanding. “Say it.” “I’m yours,” you gasped, your voice trembling as your body arched back into him. “Louder,” he demanded, his teeth grazing your earlobe. “I’m yours!” you cried, your nails scratching at the wall as you fought to keep your balance. “Good,” he muttered, his hand slipping between your legs to rub tight circles against your most sensitive spot.

“Now show me how good you can be for me.” The dual sensations overwhelmed you, your release crashing over you like a tidal wave. Your legs trembled as you let out a broken sob of his name, your body clenching around him as he pushed you through the high. Chris wasn’t far behind. His pace turned erratic, his hips stuttering as he buried himself deep with a guttural groan. He held you tightly against him, his chest heaving as the tension drained from his body. You slumped against the wall, your legs too shaky to support you as Chris wrapped an arm around your waist, steadying you. His forehead pressed against the back of your shoulder, his breath warm against your skin. “You okay?” he asked softly, his voice still rough around the edges. “Yeah,” you whispered, glancing back at him with a small, tired smile. He smirked, his lips brushing over your shoulder before he pulled back enough to adjust your clothes. “You’re incredible, you know that?” “You’re not so bad yourself,” you teased, your voice still breathless.

Chris chuckled, turning you around to face him. His hands cupped your cheeks, his thumbs brushing gently over your flushed skin. “I didn’t hurt you, did I?” “No,” you assured him, leaning into his touch. “You were perfect.” “Damn right I was,” he said with a cocky grin, though the way his eyes softened betrayed his genuine concern. Before you could protest, he scooped you up into his arms, carrying you to the bed. He laid you down gently, disappearing into the bathroom and returning moments later with a warm washcloth. Chris cleaned you up with surprising care, his touch gentle and methodical. When he finished, he climbed into bed beside you, pulling you into his arms. “You know,” he said, his tone light and teasing, “if you keep teasing me like that, this is going to happen more often.” You laughed, nuzzling into his chest. “I’m counting on it.” Chris’s laughter rumbled through his chest, his lips pressing to the top of your head. “You’re trouble, you know that?” “And you love it,” you murmured, smiling against his skin.

f!reader, oral (f receiving), face riding, dirty talk, eager Puffer, overstimulation

The room was quiet except for the hum of the AC and the soft rustle of sheets as you shifted on the bed. You glanced over at Puffer, his messy hair splayed across the pillow and his mischievous grin already working its way under your skin. “You’re looking at me like you’ve got a plan,” he teased, one brow quirked. His voice was lazy, but his eyes sparkled with interest as he propped himself up on one elbow. “Maybe I do,” you replied, your tone light but suggestive as you crawled closer to him, your knees sinking into the mattress. “What would you say if I told you I wanted to… try something new?” Puffer’s grin widened, his curiosity fully piqued. “I’d say, ‘Go on, I’m listening.’” You settled beside him, your fingers trailing over his bare chest. “I want to ride your face,” you said simply, your voice calm despite the heat blooming in your cheeks. For a moment, there was silence—then, a low chuckle rumbled from Puffer’s throat, his grin turning downright devilish. “Shit, you don’t have to ask me twice,” he said, already shifting to lie flat on his back. “Come here.” His eagerness made your heart race as you straddled his hips, your hands resting lightly on his chest. His fingers trailed up your thighs, squeezing gently as he looked up at you with an expression that was equal parts teasing and hungry. “You gonna let me see how good you taste?” he murmured, his voice dropping into that lower, raspy tone that never failed to send shivers down your spine. “Only if you can handle it,” you replied, a playful smirk tugging at your lips.

Puffer laughed softly, his grip tightening on your thighs. “Baby, I’ll handle it. Ride me, and don’t hold back.” You moved up, positioning yourself over his face, your knees planted on either side of his head. His hands slid up to grip your hips firmly, guiding you down until you felt his warm breath ghosting over your most sensitive spot. The first swipe of his tongue was slow and deliberate, dragging up your folds with a teasing precision that had your breath hitching. Puffer groaned against you, the sound vibrating through your core as his tongue flicked over your clit, sending a jolt of pleasure straight through you. “Fuck,” you gasped, your hands tangling in his hair for balance. Puffer hummed in response, his grip on your hips pulling you down harder. “Don’t hover,” he muttered, his voice muffled against your skin. “Bounce. Ride me.” The words sent a fresh wave of heat through you, and you obeyed, grinding against his mouth as he worked you over with relentless enthusiasm. His tongue moved in perfect rhythm, flicking and swirling in ways that made your thighs tremble. “You’re so fucking good at this,” you breathed, your voice shaky as your hips moved on their own, chasing the pleasure building inside you. “So eager to eat me, huh?” Puffer groaned in response, his fingers digging into your skin as he pulled you down even harder, practically smothering himself against you. He didn’t care—if anything, he wanted more. The way he devoured you, licking and sucking like a man starved, made your head spin.

“That’s it,” he mumbled between breaths. “Use me, baby. I want you to cum all over my face.” The intensity of his words and the way his tongue worked you pushed you closer and closer to the edge. Your thighs shook as the tension built, and you couldn’t hold back the moans spilling from your lips. “Fuck, Chris, I’m—” Your sentence broke off as the climax hit, your body tensing and your hips grinding down against his face as waves of pleasure crashed through you. He didn’t stop, his tongue continuing to lap at you even as your body trembled above him. You whimpered, trying to pull away, but his hands held you firm. “One more,” he murmured against you, his voice rough and needy. “I know you’ve got it in you.” You couldn’t resist him, the desperation in his tone pulling you right back in. He focused on your clit now, his tongue flicking and circling with maddening precision as your body gave in to him completely. The second orgasm came fast and hard, leaving you gasping for air as your nails dug into his hair. When he finally let you go, you collapsed beside him, your chest heaving as you tried to catch your breath. Puffer’s face was flushed, his lips glistening with evidence of his handiwork as he grinned at you, looking utterly satisfied. “Goddamn,” he said, his voice husky. “You taste so fucking good.” You laughed weakly, your body still buzzing. “I think you killed me.” “Nah,” he replied, pulling you into his arms. “I’ll put you back together, don’t worry.” His lips pressed to your forehead, his fingers tracing lazy circles on your back as he held you close.