#reviii

bcus I can’t help but think of Chris asking to borrow a charger and you just offhandedly tell him it’s next to your bed, somewhere in your room yknow whatever he can find it

so he’s in your room and he’s already breathing a little heavier bcus your sheets are a little rucked up and that’s where you sleep and he can see some clothes on the chair and you wore them and there’s lotion on your vanity and you spread that all over your pretty and soft skin and he’s just-

he can feel his face flush a little, forcing himself to think abt your charger again and just find that and Get Out! bcus he doesn’t know if he can handle much more of being in your space surrounded by all your stuff, so there he goes hunting around the side of your bed for that phone charger

which is not there

it is not plugged into your wall, or on the bedside table, or shoved under the bed, or on the vanity or anywhere!!!

probably in your bedside table right? you probably just dropped it into one of those draws yeah?

which is how Chris finds himself tugging open the first draw to just find sleep masks and moisturisers and products he can’t think about you using for too long or he’ll be in a very tricky predicament

so he tries the next draw, and there’s a box in it

a couple of random pens and bits of paper, old bookmarks and whatnot

and a box

maybe you just shove all your chargers and electricals in there? maybe-

he groans when he opens it, the way his cock hardens so quickly is almost painful and he gets lightheaded, sinking to his knees and staring at the vibrator and the lube and the dildo-

he’s dreamed and fantasised about you so many fucking times this is almost too much for him and he’s practically drooling already, licking his lips quickly as he glances behind to make sure you’re not anywhere near the door or in the hall, and he can’t resist grabbing the dildo

in what world could he ever have left it? it wouldn’t be possible to just leave it there and close the draw and pretend like he doesn’t know you’ve fucked yourself with this thing, that you’ve laid on the bed he’s kneeling next to, played with yourself and pushed this toy into your pretty cunt

Chris just stares at it for a few seconds, pupils blown wide as he fantasises about you

the thought that this thing has literally been inside you, that you’ve used it to pleasure yourself and that this stupid little thing has experienced the fucking heaven between your legs but he hasn’t, it’s a miracle he’s been still for this long bcus then his body suddenly moves, before his mind even catches up to his movements and he ducks his head, licking a long stripe up the length of the dildo

he knows you’ll have cleaned it, he knows it’s not as though he’s just pulled it from your cunt and it’s not drenched in your slick, but the thought keeps him going, the perverted fantasies make him lick desperately at it, palming over the bulge in his jeans as he moans and imagines you playing with yourself <3

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@jamespottersdaisy