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daddyslilchickenfingers2 · 14 days

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Lap Dance (Chris)

Request: none

Warnings: drug(weed) and alcohol usage, slight daddy kink, degradation, dom!chris, lots of making out, oral (fem receiving), minimal spanking, friends to lovers, sappy ass ending

A/N: this was one of the first fics i ever wrote so it’s kinda mid

3rd person pov

During a game of Truth or Dare at the triplets’ house party, Y/n is dared by her best friend Madi to give Chris a lap dance, Madi knowing they both liked each other. Y/n walks over to where Chris was sitting in a chair next to his brother Matt. She stood in front of Chris for a second before she leaned forward, placing her hands on his thighs causing her tits to be just below his sight line, it didn’t help that she was wearing a tank top that showed off her cleavage nicely. Chris tried his best not to stare or show any emotion really, as his two triplet brothers watched their best friend give their brother a lap dance, alongside many of their friends.

Y/n spread Chris’ legs before kneeling down to be at eye level with his stomach before sliding her hands up his thighs as she stood back up, turning around while swaying her hips. Standing between his legs dropping down so she was hovering over his crotch barely touching it, doing figure eights with her hips as she bent forward. Turning around to face the boy who was now intensely blushing, as she walked around his chair while running her hands across his chest before standing in front of him once more to sit on his lap. She slightly grinding down on him for a second before Madi called time. Y/n put her hands on his shoulders pushing herself up to stand as she sent a wink his way before going to sit back down next to Madi.

Matt immediately started teasing the younger boy while the game continued around them. He was teasing him because of his shocked, bright red face and the very obvious bulge in his sweats. Chris tried to discreetly palm his hard-on trying to get at least a little bit of relief but it didn’t work. Irritated by his own body, Chris decided he needed to go get another drink, he quickly got up and snuck away to the kitchen almost completely unnoticed, almost.

Y/n’s pov

Not gonna lie I was a bit irritated with Madi for the dare she gave me because she knows I like Chris, but a dares a dare so I put my all into it. I was loving the way he looked at me as I gave him the lap dance, his eyes were wide as he bit his lip while looking my body up and down as he tried to not touch me. Madi had said the time was up so I sent Chris a teasing wink before I sat back down next to Madi. We could both see that Chris was staring at me while Matt was presumably teasing him about his not so subtle boner. As the game continued I looked over at Chris to see him trying to adjust his hard-on before leaning back in his chair and crossing his arms, clearly irritated that he was still hard.

A couple of minutes later I saw Chris get up and head towards the kitchen, I followed after him once I saw him enter the kitchen. As I entered the crowded room I immediately spotted my best friend pouring himself a shot. I quickly walked over to Chris, noticing he had a second shot in his hand since he had spotted me walking his way. “Were you about to take shots without me Christopher?” I asked with a lopsided smile which made Chris smile handing me a shot as we both take it before Chris says “You know I could never take shots without my girl.” he smirks, swinging an arm around my shoulder. “Oh so I’m your girl now?” “You know it baby.” Chris jokingly replied with another smirk, kissing the top of my head. I giggled before pouring us another shot, after a few shots we were both a bit drunk, standing with stupid smiles, giggling at each other.

Since this party was at the triplets’ house, we decided to take a half-empty bottle of vodka and two shot glasses down to Chris’ room. We stumbled down the stairs trying not to fall while laughing at each other, as soon as we entered the room, Chris locked the door, giving me a goofy smile and a hug. “Yay, now I get to have private party with my bestie!” he beamed, making me smile “Does that mean I can take my bra off and steal your clothes since you’re already all comfy?” I asked giving him a pout since he was already in sweatpants. “Only because you’re cute, but you gotta wear pants or something unless you want me to act up!” That made us both laugh as he sat in his desk chair “Now do you want me to roll us a blunt or what?” he added, putting a random hat on sideways, looking at me as I grabbed one of his shirts. “Hell yea! That means you’ll turn around and not watch me change like a perv.” I said as Chris smiled, shaking his head a bit before spinning his chair to face the desk, getting to work on rolling our blunt.

I got dressed in one of his white shirts and a pair of black boxers before making my way over to his desk pouring us another round of shots as he was finishing up with the blunt. He placed it between his lips, lighting it and taking an inhale before passing it to me and taking the shot I poured, me copying his actions soon after. We took a couple more hits before I spoke again “Chris have you ever shotgunned before?” “Yeah, why? wanna do it?” he replied, wiggling his eyebrows with yet another goofy smile plastered across his face. I poured us both one more shot, nodding my head before we both drank what we agreed was our last shot. We were both quite drunk at this point and were already feeling the high from the blunt we’d been passing back and forth.

“Come ‘ere mamas, let’s shotgun this shit.” Chris said, spreading his legs a bit more and patting his thigh. I sat on his lap as he took a long drag from the blunt, turning me to look at him and pulling my face closer to his, this is the closest our faces have ever been. He blew the smoke into my mouth, making us both giggle again. “Not gonna lie to you that was kinda hot.” Chris said as a light blush covered his face “Oh yeah, what do you say we do it again?” I asked grabbing the blunt from him “I’d say fuck yeah!” Chris grabbed my legs and put them over his other leg, so I was now sitting sideways on his lap. It was now my turn to take a long drag and blow the smoke into Chris’ mouth, except I was a bit rougher when I grabbed his face, feeling the small amount of stubble beneath my fingers. “Mmm you’re right, it is kinda hot.” I smiled looking at him, feeling the effects of both the alcohol and the weed.

We just sat there for a bit passing the rest of the blunt back and forth until it was done when Chris accidentally said something out loud. “God I wanna kiss those lips so bad.” I turned my head to fully face him with a smirk as the blush on his face was now a bright red “Then do it, kiss me.” “Wait what? Really?” I just nodded my head as he gently grabbed my chin and pulled me in for a quick kiss. He pulled away too quickly for my liking so I cupped his face, feeling the slight stubble behind my fingers once again, and pulled him in for another kiss. This kiss was a little bit more aggressive, Chris’ hands coming up to my thighs to turn me to straddle him after we pulled away. “Mmm I want one more kiss…” Chris pouted so I gave him another kiss, this one being a bit more passionate at first, before his hands slid from my thighs to my ass, squeezing it lightly causing me to gasp. He took this opportunity to shove his tongue inside my mouth, both our tongues exploring each other’s mouths before pulling away. “Not gonna lie I’ve been wanting to do that for a while, especially after you got me so worked up with that little lap dance you gave me earlier.”

Me and Chris were now aggressively making out, I threw his hat to the side so I could run my fingers through his hair. After a few minutes he pulled away and I whined at the loss of contact which made Chris chuckle. “You know, you’re really hot like this, all whiny and shit.” he says, taking off his shirt before connecting our lips once more, his hands on my ass making me slowly grind on him. I can feel his hardened cock pressing against my core causing me to let out another whine as I lightly tug on his hair, which pulls a small groan from Chris. His hands slide up to my hips, under my shirt as he caresses the soft skin of my waist before he starts moving his kisses sloppily down my neck, biting down ever so often making me let out small moans. I pulled his hair a bit harder as he sucked on this one spot, just below my ear, this caused us both to let out another moan.

I pulled him up by his hair, placing a gentle kiss on his lips before asking “What’d you say we move this to your bed?” I kissed his neck waiting for his response “Only if you stay on top while we make out because you look fuckin’ sexy grinding yourself on my cock like that.” I get up pulling Chris behind me. he sits up against the headboard waiting for me to resume our previous activities, but before I sat back on his lap I removed the boxers I was wearing, leaving me in my panties and his shirt. “Mmm damn mamas you look hot, now come sit on my lap again.” I immediately do what he says, his hands going straight to my ass, grinding me onto his cock once again. Our makeout sesh soon turns rough, I pull his hair as I continue to grind down on him, his hard cock applying the perfect friction against my dripping core. At one point I pull his hair a little rougher than before, earning a deep groan and a slap on my ass cheek making me moan into the kiss. I pull away to say “Chris please need your cock inside of me!” “Yeah? You’d like that huh? Having your best friend fuck your pussy, fucking slut.” he pushes me up so I’m hovering over his lap so he could take his sweatpants off. We resume our makeout yet again and his hands slide up my shirt, playing with my nipples before moving to the hem of it to signal he wanted it off. “Can I take this off baby?”

Instead of replying I just took the shirt off myself, making him groan and flip us over. His lips trailing down my neck to my tits leaving more hickies on his way down, causing me to whine. Chris started making his way down my stomach and stopped right above my panties “Babygirl, you sure you want to do this? We can stop at any time, as badly as I want this I promise I won’t get mad.” he looks up at me with a little smile, which I thought was sweet. “Yes! God Chris please just do something, I need you!” I whined out as he sucked deep hickies into my thighs before hooking his fingers around my panties, pulling them down slowly. “God baby you’re so wet for me already. The thought of getting fucked by your best friend really turns you on huh?” he said running a finger through my wet folds before attaching his lips to my clit, pushing a finger into me, making me moan. He quickly added a second finger curling them both as he still sucked on my clit. My fingers thread through his hair slightly pulling it, I look down to find Chris already looking up at me, the pupils of his blue eyes are now blown out as his left hand comes up to pull my right hand out of his hair, intertwining our fingers and squeezing my hand as he sped up his movements.

My moans and whines grew louder as I got closer to my release “Chris I’m go-gonna cum!” Once I said that Chris removed his fingers quickly replacing them with his tongue, his right hand going up to play with my nipple and squeeze my boob. I roughly pulled his hair causing him to groan, sending me over the edge. Lapping up all my cum before he came back up looking down at me with his bottom lip between his teeth, face slightly wet with my cum as he placed a kiss against my lips for a couple seconds before pulling away. Chris was still holding my hand as he slowly brought it down between our bodies placing it on his hard cock “Fuck feel how hard you make me baby, I’ve wanted to do this for so long y/n/n, god you have no idea!”

I slipped my hand into his boxers stroking his cock, running my thumb over the slit that was already leaking precum, making him groan. Chris slips his boxers down, rubbing his mushroomed tip through my folds, he made eye contact with me “Are you sure yo-“ “Chris if you ask me one more fucking time if I want to do this I’m going to flip us over and fuck myself on your cock!” “Feisty, I like it but don’t forget who’s in charge here you slut.” Chris said as he slammed into me before stilling his movements, letting me adjust to his size. I pulled his face down to mine in a sloppy heated makeout, “Mmm fuck Chris please move.” I whined out “That’s not my name right now babygirl.” he panted out “I gotta ask you something first, how rough can I be with you?” he started slowly moving “You can be as rough as you want daddy.” I replied, biting my lip with a smirk, and just like that’s Chris started pounding into me. I started leaving hickies on his neck, my nails scratching his back making him groan.

“Fucking slut, claiming me as her own huh? Need to show everyone how good I make you feel? Fuck” “Yes, yes daddy making me feel so good!” Chris pulled out suddenly “Get on your hands and knees for me, I wanna fuck you from behind.” I quickly obliged getting into position before Chris started slamming into me again. His grip on my hips was tight, most likely to leave bruises in the morning but I didn’t really care. I started moving back to meet his thrusts making him let out a loud groan before removing his right hand from my hip and leaving a harsh slap on my ““God you’re such a fucking slut, bouncing back on my cock like that, just can’t get enough can you?” I couldn’t form a response so I just moan, nodding my head but that wasn’t good enough for him. Chris grabbed my throat with his right hand, lightly choking me. “I asked you a fucking question!” he slapped my ass again with his left hand this time, “S-sorry daddy, just feels so good, needed it so badly!” I managed to moan out.

After a couple of minutes Chris pulled out making me let out a loud whine “Mhm why’d you pull out.” “I wanna see you fuck yourself on my cock baby. Wanna see that pretty face. Would you like that, you wanna ride me?” “Yes, wanna make you cum.” I said as I sank down on his dick, bouncing up and down on his cock with his help. I gripped onto his shoulders for some kind of stability as he started thrusting up to meet my hips “F-fuck Chris can I please cum I’m so close?” I whine, he laid a harsh slap to my ass causing me to let out a loud moan. Chris flipped us over thrusting harshly into me as his right hand came up to choke me “I told you that’s not my fucking name you whore! What happened did I fuck you dumb?” his thrusts were abusing my g-spot and I was so close “Sorry daddy, you just make me feel so good! Wanna be your good girl, wanna have you cum inside me!” I managed to moan out.

Chris’ hand squeezed harder around my throat “Yeah? Fuck, wanna be daddy’s little cumslut? Want your best friend to fuck a baby into you huh? Got to be such a fucking whore, don’t you baby?” He groaned out, making me let out a loud moan. “Please, wanna cum on your cock daddy! Need you to cum in me!” He released my throat, moving his hand down to rub my clit as he speed up his thrusts. “Go ahead baby, cum on my cock like a whore. My fucking whore!” That’s all I needed to hear as I fell over the edge, my nails digging into his back making him let out a loud groan as his thrusts started to get sloppy. As I came my legs started shaking and I let out a loud whine when I felt him shoot his load into me. “Fuck, so good for me baby!” Chris panted as he pulled out.

We laid there in silence for a few minutes before I spoke “Chris, I think I’m fucking in love with you.” I quietly said, turning to face him. “Oh thank fucking god, I know for a fact I’m in love with you and have been since we were 14.” He laughed as he turned to face me as well. I pulled him in for a passionate kiss before he asked, “Y/n/n would you be my girlfriend? I promise I’ll take you out on an actual first date tomorrow if you’re up for it.” his face lit up after I said yes before we decided to take a shower. This idea proved to be difficult as we were both crossfaded and my legs were basically jelly at this point but we managed to shower and get out without falling or breaking anything. I just put back on what I was wearing earlier, minus my panties, because I barely wore it for an hour and Chris just put some new boxers on. The party upstairs had died down quite a bit during our activities, the music was now quiet and we could tell not many people were up there anymore.

Chris insisted on brushing my hair for me once it was semi-air-dried so I wouldn’t have knots in the morning as well as wiping off the rest of my makeup that didn’t come off in the shower. It was a really sweet gesture considering we were now both extremely tired but Chris just kept telling me “Aftercare is a must when you actually love someone.” or “I like doing things for you so be quiet.” until I stopped arguing with him. After he was done we laid down next to each other, Chris quickly pulling me into his side before placing a soft kiss to my lips. I moved my head so I was laying on his cheat and right before I drifted off to sleep I heard him mumble “God I’m so fucking in love with you.” placing a kiss to the top of my head. We both drifted off to sleep, content in each other’s arms.

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nicksnosering · 4 months

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I Hate Myself For Loving You

~Toxic Chris Sturniolo One Shot~

TW: toxic! chris, marijuana, no aftercare, chris is a dick

This is my first story I've ever posted on tumblr, so pls be nice!

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me: hey, you coming over tonight?

read at 9:06pm

It’s been 4 hours since I sent that text, and almost 2 since it was marked as ‘read’. I bit my lip, sighing as the internal debate on whether I should double text or not was practically eating me alive. Grabbing my phone that I’d been trying too hard to ignore off of my nightstand, I swiped it open and decided fuck it.

me: christopher. stop ignoring me.

The response came through almost immediately.

DO NOT ANSWER: why?

I rolled my eyes, pushing aside my pride as I sent my next message.

me: just come over.

DO NOT ANSWER: i’m busy.

me: doing what, fucking ur other bitches?

DO NOT ANSWER: yeppppp

me: ok 👌🏼

I groan out of frustration, throwing my phone back onto my nightstand. God, he’s infuriating. We’ve been fucking for close to five months now, and every time it seemed like there was any sort of breakthrough, like maybe he actually liked me or cared about me, we went right back to where we started. I press play on the remote, but my mind is spinning far too fast for me to actually focus on the TV.

I’m done. I can’t do this anymore. If he’s going to treat me like an option instead of a priority, he can go fuck himself. I grab my phone off of my nightstand again, hovering over his name before shaking my head and pressing ‘Block Contact’. Just like that, five months down the drain.

I ignore the aching feeling in my chest, like I’m about to be ripped open from the inside, snuggling further in my sheets and letting the warmth envelop me before slowly drifting off to sleep.

The peacefulness of being unconscious didn’t last long.

I woke to the sound of my front door being pounded on so hard, the hinges sounded like they were about to fly off. I turn and check the time on my phone blearily, the screen reading 2:13am. I pull the covers off and pad over to the door, rubbing my eye as I unlock it. The door immediately opens, and I look up to find Chris staring at me, eyes slightly red and hair messy. His jaw is clenched and his eyes are narrowed, briefly looking me up and down before brushing past me and walking straight into my living room.

“Get out, Chris,” I say tiredly, vaguely gesturing toward the open door I’m still holding.

“Nah, I’m good,” he responds, falling back onto my couch and kicking his feet up, resting them on the coffee table. His hands go into his hoodie pocket, and I watch as he pulls out a preroll and a lighter.

“I’m serious. Get the fuck out,” I say, slightly more aggressively, ignoring the way my heart squeezes in my chest. I watch as he flicks the lighter and the end of the preroll turns a bright red. He takes a hit, inhaling deeply and looking back up at me.

“So am I,” he breathes out. “You’re not going to block me and expect me not to fucking show up expecting an explanation.”

I shut the door and sit down next to him on the couch, turning to him. His hand immediately goes to wrap around my waist, and I hate myself for the way I want to curl into it. Even with me being as mad as I am, he still looks insanely hot, his sleepy eyes tracing over my figure in my pajamas. He knows I love when he wears that stupid fucking black hoodie.

I push his hand off of me, scooting a little further away and wrapping my arms around myself.

“You’re such a dick, you know that?” I ask.

He smirks, throwing an arm around the back of the couch before shrugging. “You love it.”

“No, I fucking don’t,” I growl, watching as he takes another hit. “And open a window or something, Jesus.” He knows how much I hate it when he smokes in my apartment. The smell lingers for a few days and all it does is remind me of him, of how much I can’t stand myself when he leaves after letting him in, again and again.

He leans forward, placing his hand on my thigh and rubbing it softly before blowing the smoke directly in my face. I stare at him, unimpressed, and he chuckles. “Come on, ma. Don’t be upset. I’m here now, aren’t I?”

“Do you really expect me to forgive you for being an asshole just because you’re here now? At 2 in the fucking morning?” I glare at him. Goosebumps emerge on my thigh as his fingers continue to rub small circles into it, and I shiver.

His lips curl upwards as he takes another hit. “Your body sure seems to,” he says cockily, putting out the preroll and wrapping his arms around my waist. My body does betray me this time, and I lean into him as his fingers trace my hipbone. “I couldn’t stop thinking about you tonight,” he whispers lowly.

“Yeah, I’m sure I was the first thing on your mind when you were balls deep in another girl,” I huff.

He laughs. “Okay, she was first. But you were second.” His hand comes up to my jaw, cupping it softly and forcing me to look at him. “Stop acting like you hate me. We both know how this night is going to end,” he says, leaning in and capturing my lips with his own.

I whine as I try to pull back, but his hand on my jaw stays firm, holding my mouth against his. His other hand slowly slides up my thigh until he finds the waistband of my thong, and his finger hooks underneath before letting it go, resulting in it slapping harshly against my hip. I yelp and pull back, and he chuckles as his fingers rub the red mark softly.

“God, you know how hard it gets me when your cheeks are all flushed like that,” he mumbles, dipping his head down and beginning to suck on the skin directly above my collar bone. I let a small moan slip, and grit my teeth at how little willpower I have when it comes to this man.

“Chris, stop,” I whisper, but it sounds too breathy for my own liking. He pulls off of my neck, admiring the mark his teeth made briefly, before looking back into my eyes.

“You don’t mean that,” he says, grabbing my hips to pull me onto his waist. My thighs rest on either side of his and he grinds up into me, his hard erection rubbing against me through my paper-thin pajama shorts. I groan, letting my head fall onto his shoulder, and his fingers dig in, grinding me against him roughly. A small whimper leaves my mouth, slicing through the silence in the room. I wince, stilling my hips, trying to regain the last semblance of composure I have.

My heart squeezes in my chest as I look down at him beneath me, my brain flooding with every toxic memory of us together. The time he kicked me out of his car, leaving me stranded on the side of the road after an intense screaming match. The time he called me a fucking bitch in front of his friends, laughing in my face. The time he swore he didn’t go and fuck that girl I hated in my biology class, promising he wouldn’t do that to me.

That one hurt the most, considering I had to find out from my own sister 2 grades below me.

But with the bad came the good, such as the mind-blowing orgasms and the way his mouth fit against mine and the way his fingers fit into me just right, crooking and teasing and pumping exactly the way he knew I liked. Like he knew my body better than I did.

With my jaw set, I place my hands on his chest, steam practically blowing from my nostrils. I hated myself for this, and he knew that, and I knew he knew that. Any attempts I have at stopping this now are futile. My body needs him.

“Fuck you,” I breathe heavily, rolling my hips against his. My mouth trails to his jaw, his neck, down his chest, and a low moan escapes him as his fingers find their way to the waistband of my shorts, slipping down the front and past my thong to gently rub at my entrance, before plunging two fingers deep inside without any warning. My hips jolt forward, meeting his fingers where they connect to his hand before he starts curling them inward, and… my last shred of self control has completely dissipated.

I feel his chest rumble with laughter as a few small moans leave my lips. “If you insist,” he whispers, thumb finding my clit and giving it a few lazy circles. My head falls forward onto his chest and I can’t stop myself from biting into his shoulder to quiet my moans.

His other hand tangles its way into my hair, yanking my head back and forcing our gazes to lock.

“You can cum if you want to, but you know I’m getting inside that cunt one way or another.” His thumb speeds up across my clit and I can feel my body shaking, getting close to plummeting over the edge.

My eyes flutter shut, and I’m quickly rewarded with another sharp tug on my scalp. “Look at me,” he commands. And when my eyes meet his, I feel the waves washing over me, convulsing as he speeds up his fingers, mercilessly working me through my orgasm.

I slump forward into his chest, and he pulls his fingers out quickly, leaving me empty in more ways than one. He wraps his arms around my waist and stands up, carrying me to my bedroom and tossing me onto the bed carelessly.

He pulls his hoodie over his head, tossing it into the corner of my room, and strides back over to the edge of the bed. His stature towers over me, and my mind is swimming with a thousand thoughts, not a single one of them protesting this any longer.

I’ve accepted what this is.

More than that, I’ve given up.

I’m irrevocably in love with him, regardless of his feelings toward me, and I can’t bring myself to care about the hurt it’ll bring. The hurt it has brought. All I can think about in this moment is getting him inside of me, and I try to disregard the niggling feelings in the back of my mind about how I’ll feel after.

There is no after. There��s only now.

My hand shakes slightly with anticipation as I reach up, tugging at his belt buckle and popping it open. I slide his pants and boxers down in one motion, and my legs spread on their own accord as he leans over me, lining himself up.

“I love you.”

It’s nothing I haven’t said before, but each time I do, I hope for a different outcome. Something other than the eye roll he always gives me, huffing and silencing me with a palm over my lips. Each time, I hope the sting is lessened, that he cracks and shows me the soft side of him I know has to be in there.

And if that’s the definition of insanity, then I should’ve been locked up months ago.

He scoffs, pushing inside of me to the hilt in one quick thrust. “I know,” he responds, hand coming up to wrap around my throat and prevent any further confessions from coming out.

My moans are unstoppable as he pounds into me with brutal thrust after thrust, only caring about working towards his own orgasm. I thrust back against him, rolling my hips to meet his each time he’s fully inside, thinking that maybe… maybe if I’m good, maybe if I’m better than that other bitch he fucked tonight, he won’t run off like he always does.

Maybe he’ll want a round two. Maybe he’ll stick around for another joint. Maybe he’ll cuddle me after.

Maybe he’ll stay.

I push the thoughts aside, trying instead to focus on the intense amount of pleasure coursing through my veins and lighting up every nerve ending in my body.

His chain rocks back and forth, slapping his chest in time with his thrusts, and I watch as his tongue darts out to lick away a stray bead of sweat trailing down his face.

His grunts are filling the room, mixing with my own to create a beautiful melody I want to record and play on a loop forever. His curls are falling in his eyes and his stomach tenses with each snap forward of his hips, and he consumes all of my senses as my body shakes and writhes beneath him, pleading for him to slow down and begging for more in the same breath.

I whine when he pulls out to just the tip, and his eyes stay glued to mine as he slams back in, causing me to let out a loud gasp. A smirk settles on his lips as he repeats his actions, and I feel my body coming completely undone, succumbing wholly to him.

“Such a good little slut for Daddy, aren’t you?” he muses, panting heavily. He releases his hold on my throat, gripping the back of my calf instead and wrapping it around his waist, moaning at the pleasure the new angle brings. “So needy and wet every time. Like you were made for me.”

And I was. There is no one else.

It’s just him.

I can feel his thrusts getting sloppier, and I watch his eyelids droop as he continues his conquest over me, every muscle tensing before I feel his release inside of me, hot and heavy, marking me as his. Claiming me.

He groans loudly as he works his way through it, not sparing a single drop. I wrap my other leg around him and pull him as close as I can, not wanting to to let him go and be forced to accept it’s over.

When he’s finished, he drops down onto me for a moment, and I take my opportunity to brush my fingers through his hair, placing a gentle kiss to the top of his head. We lay like that for a while, but it’s far too short for my liking when he peels himself away and stands up.

My eyes follow as he goes over to where he threw his hoodie, pulling it back over his head before grabbing his boxers and doing the same.

All I can do is watch helplessly, begging with my eyes for him to stay. To get back into bed and hold me, kiss my shoulder and whisper that it’s always been me too.

He chuckles as he buckles his belt, situating it on his hips before looking back at me. “That was probably one of our best ones yet.”

“Yeah,” I respond emptily. I sit up and wrap the blanket around myself, feeling far too exposed now, both physically and emotionally.

“Alright, ma. See you later,” he says, messing with his hair absentmindedly before deciding its okay, and I watch as he grips the handle of my bedroom door, swinging it open.

“Chris?” I ask.

“Hmm?”

“Stay.”

He looks taken aback for a moment, but regains his composure quickly as he chuckles and rolls his eyes. “I’m good.”

And with that, he’s gone, and I feel my heart shatter a little bit more as I’m left alone, sticky and sweaty and naked, with nothing but the smell of weed lingering in my apartment to keep me company.

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PT 2

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