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THE NOISE I JUST MADE
HOLY FUCK
bark fucking bark
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Dilf!Chris coded
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Problematic
In which: y/n hangs out with her ex chris
⚠︎ : MDNI! SMUT. read at your own leisure.
I looked down to see a notification on my phone that I wasn't expecting to receive. Adrenaline ran through my veins as I see his name.
"Chris Sturniolo added you".
A plethora of emotions hit me all at once. Chris was my ex.
4 years ago we were in a twisted toxic relationship that ended on bad terms. We were young back then, 16 and 17 years old. The relationship lasted for 8 months but was one of the most impactful relationships I had ever had.
He was the person who took my virginity, the person who changed my perspective on relationships. During the 8 months of us being together he cheated, he lied and he hurt me.
And at least once a year he tries to come back. I couldn't pinpoint the exact reason why. Maybe he was bored. Maybe he was addicted to familiarity.
But last year he didn't reach out. So, I figured maybe he broke the cycle. But as I stared at the notification I realized I was wrong.
I added him back out of curiosity. Just to see what he would say.
Of course, his text were full of a nonchalant act. Like this was just another Monday. Like us talking was normal. Like he didn't have to think twice about re appearing back in my life.
And then the inevitable text came. "Can I come over?"
I read the text weighing the pros and cons. Of course the cons out weighed the pros. They always did when it came to him.
He was full of temptations. Too tempting to resist.
It was 9:30 p.m when he arrived at my house. "Chris" I said as I opened the door. He smiled "y/n". He walked into my house, scanning the living room and observing the place.
He sat down on the couch. "Like what you've done with the place" he said. I smiled. He had grown into his features now. But even with the physical differences I could tell just by the way he breathed there was no eternal growth.
You see, Chris was a man of many things. Being nonchalant and egotistical was one of those many things. Even as we sit here, now all grown up 20 and 21, he was still the same person I met at 16.
"So tell me about your boyfriends" he said. "I don't have any boyfriends" I retorted. "Well tell me what you've been up to" he said. And so I did.
I updated him about my life and he did the same. I could tell he loved this. Loved that he still had access to me. Loved that I would give into him. Loved that I was willing to put my self respect to the side for him.
It was almost degrading in a way. The realization that he was sitting in front of me again after all these years made my skin crawl. "So you wanna show me your room?" he asked with a sly smirk.
I wasn't stupid. I knew he wasn't showing up to my house at 9:30 p.m to just "talk". But I was okay with it because I wasn't planning on just "talking" either.
For some reason, no matter how many years passed there has always and will always be sexual chemistry between us. And something in my brain wouldn't ever let me forget that.
He followed me to my bedroom and sat on my bed. He smiled as he patted the space next to him, signaling for me to sit next to him.
It didn't take long for his true intentions to pop out. "You still love me?" he asked. I shook my head no. "I actually think I hate you" I said as a giggle fell from my lips.
"I hate you too ma" he said while smiling. He didn't hate me. And I didn't hate him. But neither of us would admit that out loud.
"Why you so shy now?" he asked. I looked at him with a confused expression on my face. "Shy?" I spoke. He nodded his head. "Yeah, you haven't even given me a hug" he said.
"Didn't know we were on the hugging level" I joked. "We're on much more than the hugging level y/n" he said. I laughed at his words. "Come here ma" he said.
He pulled me in and wrapped his arms around me. The hug lasted longer than normal. And for a second flashes of our relationship flooded my mind.
I pulled away from him.
"I missed you" he said before grabbing onto my thigh. I wouldn't say the words back to him but he knew the feeling was mutual. Even if I hated myself for missing him. I still did. "I'm serious, ya know that right?" he asked.
I nodded my head. Being around him triggered parts of me that I didn't know still existed. It was messing with my head in real time.
"Y/n" he said snapping me out of my thoughts. I looked up at him and our eyes locked. "Say you miss me" he said. I laughed. Our egos were always at war with each other.
"Come on, you know you miss me. Just say it" he said. He knew he was right. I knew he was right. But still. My pride. My ego. Resisting his taunting ways was much harder in person.
"And if I say it what do I get?" I asked. "Come here" he said ignoring the question. He grabbed onto me and placed me on top of him. "Say you miss me ma" he said as I was straddled on top of him now.
I smiled, he wanted to see me give in so bad that he was almost close to begging. He placed his hands on my hips. "Say it mama" he whispered as our faces were inches apart.
My smile deepened. He let his hands glide down to my ass. I leaned in just a little closer. "I hate you" I whispered against his lips in a defiant way. He squeezed my ass hard.
"Come on y/n why you always playing with me" he said, frustration starting to build up. I could feel him hard beneath me. "Just say the words y/n" he said.
He let one of his hands find my jaw. His touch was firm but gentle at the same time. He knew I would give in and stroke his ego. I knew that too. I just wanted to make him work for it for a little while.
"You miss me?' I asked. He nodded his head. "You know I do" he said. "How much?" I asked smiling. He rolled his eyes. "I can show you better than I can tell you" he said.
"So show me" I said.
Seconds later I was underneath him. "Fuck" he muttered as he slid into me. "I needed this so bad" he said. He penetrated me like it was his soul's purpose to give me pleasure.
He pulled in and out of me, each thrust intentional. "Say you miss me ma" he said as he slammed into my pussy. "Fuck" I cried out. There was levels to pleasure. And for some reason he was the only person able to succeed at giving me the ultimate pleasure that I desired.
His hand came up to my neck. "I need to hear you say it" he said, his hand firm around my neck. I smiled. He knew being choked was my weakness.
Still. Defiance ran through my body. Not wanting to give into his inflated ego. "Your so wet ma, even if you didn't miss me your pussy did" he said.
He let out moans as my pussy gripped his cock. Him and I always fought for dominance. It was our thing. "Ah- fuck-" he spat out. "Turn around" he demanded.
He pulled out of me and I whimpered from the sudden emptiness. "I said turn around" he said before grabbing my body and moving me himself.
I let out a chuckle. I loved seeing him all worked up.
But that chuckle turned into muffled moans as he shoved my face through the mattress and fucked me till I forgot my own name. Each thrust was harder than the one before.
"Oh what was that? Huh?" he said in a mocking tone as I cried out his name. "Thought so" he said, so conceited I thought to myself.
He gripped so hard onto my hips I was sure there would be bruises by tomorrow. "What's the matter ma?" he asked as he started to drawl out slow strokes.
"Chris" I yelled out, desperate for him to stop teasing. "What is it baby?" he asked, the faint sound of a light laugh falling from his lips could be heard.
"Stop teasing" I whined. "Say you miss me then" he argued. He reached his hand to my clit and rubbed slow circles, his dick still pulling in and out slowly.
I gripped onto the sheets, my knuckles gone visibly white. Giving into him was inevitable. "Need it" I said. "Need what" he responded. Loving how desperate I sounded.
"Need it- need you" I responded. "Mhm that's right baby" he said. "You need me to fuck that pretty pussy of yours" he said before thrusting harder into me.
"You need me mama? How bad?" he asked. He stopped his movement until I responded. "Bad, so bad" I cried out. "Mhm good girl" he said before continuing his movements.
"You miss me?" he asked stopping his movements once more. I was starting to get sexually frustrated from being teased so much that tears started to prick at my eyes.
"Mhm I miss you" I stated before trying to back up on his cock. I needed release bad, so badly. "So pathetic baby" he said before slamming back into me.
I didn't care how pathetic I looked. I didn't care that my self respect was non existent at this point. All I could focus on was his cock sliding in and out of me.
I was surprised we hadn't got a noise complaint from how loud I was screaming and moaning. Even though Chris and I always fought for dominance he had a sick way of reminding me who was in charge.
But I didn't mind. I loved it in fact. Being put in my place by him was something I craved. But only from and by him. He was the only one who could tame me.
Passion and lust were suffocating the air.
"Gonna cum" I whined. "Mhm cum on this cock baby" he said. And within seconds I was a whining mess. I was completely lost from the daze I was in.
"Gonna fill you to the brim" he said. And without missing a beat his seed spilled into me.
He pulled his dick out and watched the beautiful sight of his cum drip out of my pussy. He smiled before he stuck two of his fingers inside of me, fucking the cum back into me with his fingers.
I was so sensitive that I squirmed, my legs shaking and my breath unsteady. He pulled his fingers out of me and stuck them into my mouth. “Suck” he demanded. And I did.
He smiled, loving the way I was so submissive in the moment.
After a couple minutes of the after sex effects wore off he stood up and got dressed.
I laid in my bed naked, still processing what just happened.
"See you tomorrow?" he asked. "Mhm" I hummed. Agreeing to the idea. He stepped towards the bed, hovering over me. "Get some sleep" he said.
"I was planning on it" I responded. "Right. Well I'll text you or whatever" he said. I nodded my head and watched him exit my room.
"Love you" I heard him call out. I rolled my eyes.
"Hate you too" I yelled back with a smile on my face.
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RE–INTRODUCING DILF!CHRIS
dilf!chris comes home after a long day on the construction site, needing a little relief
yo 6:05 pm
why r u texting me chris? 6:11 pm
don’t be a bitch and text back faster
hello? 6:11 pm
can u suck my dick
i’ve had a long day at work 6:12 pm
no 6:15 pm
“you look hot.” he says, following you through his house. you huff, walking to his room and removing your jacket. “thirty minutes.”
he furrows his brows, trying to understand you. “thirty minutes?” you throw your jacket on his bed, turning to face him. “you have thirty minutes.”
he scoffs in disbelief, crossing his arms. “y’think i can cum under thirty minutes?” he frowns a little, moving closer. “relax.”
he reaches out, massaging your arms as he kisses you. his hand move to your jaw, fingers wrapping firmly as he guides you down to your knees.
you’re so worried about co parenting rules, but you always give in to him.
you unbutton his jeans, pulling them down and leaving him in his boxers. “i have to pick up owen soon.”
“he’s fine. you can stop acting like you don’t wanna be here with me.”
you finally give in, pulling down his boxers halfway. you suck his dick as fully as you can. “f-fuck baby.” he groans. both of his hands play with your hair, gathering all of it.
“i miss your pretty face and body next to me every night, y’know.”
“oh i know.”
©chrismalfoy
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loser!virgin!matt + lucky texts
— the plot thickens @thechratt-twins
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fratboy!chris is the type who always needs to have his hands on bsf!reader, no matter the time of day
“life just feels better when your hair is down.”
“yeah?” he murmurs, taking one last drag from his joint before flicking it out of the window. “yeah.” you hum in agreement, and he reaches out, gripping the sides of your thighs to pull you closer.
“well i think life feels better when i have a hat on.” he immediately disagrees. you scoff, frowning slightly as you give him a small shove.
he lifts his hand to your chin, laughing. “kidding!” you continue to frown, and he lays his hand flat on your neck. “i’m literally jokiiing.”
he pulls you in, kissing you. “uh-huh. fine.” you give in to his so called joke. he scoffs, moving forward as he pushes you onto your back. “i really am joking, come on.”
“alriiight.” you fully give in, and he smiles. “good.”
“yknow, i think other girls would agree my hair is amazing.” he jokes, trying to get you jealous for the fun of it. “what.” you say blankly, furrowing your brows.
“mhm yeah.”
“not funny, christopher.” you huff, continuing to furrow your brows at him. now he’s the one furrowing his brows at you using his full government name.
“you’re not funny.”
©chrismalfoy
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texts w/ single dad!matt x neighbor!reader pt. 6
matt picks up reader
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