What John B Doesn't Know

Blurb!

Kissing Chris n private because Nick and Matt don't know Chris and R are dating

ASK request ( lvrsparadise )

★ blurb!

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"no yeah," matt huffs, standing up from where he sits at the table. "I think it's in my room, let me go grab it." his eyes dart between you and chris, whom leans against the counter with his arms crossed. "you sure you don't have it?"

"if you don't have it I'll go check my room." chris says, running a hand loosely through his hair.

matt nods before heading to his bedroom.

chris peaks around the corner before walking up to you, giggling a quick "hey."

"hi, chris," you smile up to him.

he leans down pressing a quick kiss to your lips. "I've been wanting to kiss you all day," he mumbles, kissing you again.

you cup his face in your hand, deepening the kiss as chris slides a hand to the small of your back to pull you closer.

you giggle lightly before patting his shoulder, "okay, chris, matts gonna be back in like two seconds."

he huffs reluctantly and steps back to the counter. sending you a sweet smile right before matt walks back out of his room.

"I only have the sleeve," he huffs, tossing the vinyl sleeve on the table. "go look, chris."

chris rolls his eyes before heading downstairs to look for the vinyl. meeting your eyes with a smile before disappearing to the bottom floor.

yeah no I ain't hugging my friends or family like that

Loki s2.6 spoilers (finale):

Do you think Mobius ever thinks about how he said he needs a Loki-Who-Remains and cries because this isn’t what he meant…

- one in the same -

pairing: tasm!peter parker x gn!reader

word count: 3.2k

content: nwh spoiler free, reader doesn't know peter is spiderman, jealous peter on the low, swearing, reader has panic attack, reader falls, bitches are so ATTRACTED to each other damn, no angst (kinda), im rusty at writing im sorry

summary: spiderman visits you everyday and listens to you talk about your massive crush on an unnamed boy, completely oblivious to the fact he and the boy are one in the same.

a/n: yes I'm jumping on this bandwagon I did what needed to be done. jk im just happy I have an andrew character besides remus to write for now since you couldn't pay me to write eduardo ff ok bye AND THANKS TO USER @aksuallyours FOR HELPING SM WITH THIs

Peter's gloved finger hovered for a moment over your window. It happened every night, his finger would grow tense, his heart would begin to pound in his throat. The time between him raising his finger and finally bringing it down to tap on the glass stretched eternities until eventually, the bubbling in his chest would overflow, and in a burst of energy… it would land swift and sharp on your window.

Once. Twice. Three times.

The window was opening and the warm air was hitting his face faster than it took him to build up the courage to wake you.

Grinning and obviously tired, there you were. Hair slightly messy, light haloing your body, you whispered, “Hi.”

He was thankful for the mask.

“Hi,” he replied breathily, “what's up with you?”

And thus started your usual routine. You, of course, would respond with, “Do you actually want to know or are you just asking to ask?”

And then would come his response, usually some form of “I actually want to know” or “What do you think?” Sometimes, he would even just sit there in silence, waiting for you to start your rambling.

You’re the only person he could really do this with. It was never dull, never once did he wish he was somewhere else, even the repeated topics felt new each time.

He hung on every word you said, every syllable you uttered. Every thought was woven together like an intricate dance and the more time he spent up here with you, the more he memorized.

The way your hands would begin to fidget when you talked about school, or how you would begin pacing as you talked about your newest obsession, or how your eyes would glow whenever you talked about the boy.

The boy. The boy that your life honestly revolved around. You never mentioned him by name, you of course knew that the “Spider-man” was in high school, so he was just referred to as The Boy. The Boy that goes to your school. The Boy in your chem class. The Boy that your eyes are locked on from the first bell to the last. You rarely even talked about the things he did. You were very careful about that. But despite all of your precautions, you never shut up about him.

Today, after about a 15 minute debrief of the last movie you watched, the topic turned to The Boy.

“This last week… Spidey I don't think I can begin to describe it to you. Somebody put something in his water, he was so attractive. There is something in this boy's veins. He is like,,, unreal,” you put your head in your hands, “I just like… don't even know how to go about my feelings for him. Every time I talk to him it feels like I’ve literally gone into a dream. As fucking corny as it sounds it’s literally surreal.”

A silence hung in the room.

“I think I’m in love with him.”

This is the first time you’ve ever said anything this bold, that huge. You had spent hours gushing to him about this boy but he had managed to let it wash off of him. Let himself imagine that you were talking about him, that you wanted him. The knot in Peter's chest grew so tight, he thought it would snap.

You were his best friend. He was sure he was in love with you. But here you were, in front of him, fully confessing your love for somebody else.

“I just get this almost static feeling through my whole body when I look at him or when I talk to him. I think if I don’t do something, I’ll implode or some shit. Plus, to put it bluntly, hes is so hot there is no way he’s not gonna get swept up by some other person.”

You mirrored all of his feelings for you.

Quietly, he said, “You should do something then.”

“WOW!” your tone changed fast. “I never thought of that. That is such great advice. Wow, I’m so happy that we have a genius like you running the city. We are so lucky.”

Peter was thankful for the change of mood as he gently swatted at you from his place on the window sill.

Through giggles, while desperately still trying to change his voice enough, he replied, “Literally what else was I supposed to say?”

You flopped, back first, onto your bed and sighed, “I don’t know. I just know I want him”

He wished his suit had some sort of image capturing software.

Light cascaded gently down your face, illuminating each dip and curve. It framed the bridge of your nose, wound its way around the curve of your lips, reflected off of your open eyes. Your chest softly rose and fell, bare skin brushed by the faint glow, body finally relaxing. An expression had fallen onto your face, almost… longing. You laid before him, blanketed in light, almost heavenly. Every curve and edge and line he wanted, he needed. It was unbearable.

He longed for his camera. A chance to capture this image. Anything at all. He would’ve literally taken fucking crayons and drawn it if he could.

But he just sat there, until he couldn’t do it anymore.

“Y/n?” he said, waking you from your thoughts. “I’ve gotta go.” Every inch of his body rejected the thought of leaving, but he knew his self-control wasn’t strong enough. The beating in his heart had begun to grow stronger.

“When will you be back?” you asked, raising yourself up to your elbows.

“Soon I hope.”

Humming in response, you flashed him a grin, and then he was gone.

-----

“Peter! Hi, hi, hi, hi!” Your voice snapped him from his homework as you sat down on the ground next to him, slinging your backpack off.

“Hi,” he smiled at you, “I got food by the way.” Unzipping his backpack, he pulled out two boxes of takeout. He skipped 4th period so he thought he would swing by and grab you food, his treat.

“You are a God-send. I owe you my… left arm or something,” you said gratefully, snatching the box.

Digging into his own food, he replied, “Thought it would make up for the movie tickets you bought.”

You scoffed, “Nothing could make up for those movie tickets. I spent $10 dollars so you could have the best movie experience of your life and you think buying me take-out can equal that?”

“Ut wus not tat g-od”

“I don’t listen to the opinion of people that talk with their mouth full,” you deadpanned, dramatically putting your hand up and turning away. Peter finished his bite and smiled to himself a bit.

Sun was perfectly filtering through the trees and a slight breeze shifted through the air, rippling your shirt gently. Lunches were more bearable with you. Sitting on the courtyard ground, sharing food, listening to music. A lot of the time it would just end up like this, quiet but comfortable, shoulders inches apart, breathing practically synced.

After a bit of silence, you spoke up, “Ok so. I got invited to some birthday party thing on Friday and I literally know like… nobody. But I wanna go. But fuck that. So you know, do you uh wanna go with me? I cannot go alone. I just can’t.”

A bubbling rose in Peter’s heart. “Of course, I’ll go. Nobody invites me to that kinda shit anyways.”

-----

You and Peter found yourselves in some random corner on the top floor of the house, music streaming through the floor. Your body was faintly dancing and you were intently listening to Peter ramble on about this idea he had for a set of pictures.

The party had been generally boring. It was clear that neither of you were really feeling it in the slightest and so the two of you made your way away from the crowd of people downstairs to the second floor. It was nice, peaceful.

Dim light had settled over the two of you. Your face was lit by the faint glow and Peter was painfully reminded of you lying on your bed the other night.

The light bounced and framed your features in the same way. The light made Peter feel the same way he did that night. Uncontrollable.

“Peter?” you questioned, snapping him out of his revorie, “You were saying?”

“Oh, yeah I um think that-” but before he could finish his sentence, the entire house began to shake.

Shock traveled up Peter's spine, electrifying his bones in a sort of panic. His eyes darted to the shaking chandelier and adrenaline began to course to his head.

You grabbed his arm.

The shake was deep. Too strong to be a natural occurrence. Peter could tell.

Picture frames began shaking off the wall and he could hear glass breaking below him. Screaming. Peter could hear a lot of screaming, too.

“Y/n, go downstairs. I need you to go downstairs.” The underlying desperation he had seeped through into his tone. “Go.”

Hesitantly, you removed your hand from his bicep and looked at him with the strangest expression.

“And you?”

“Just go.”

Debri began to fall from the ceiling as you rushed down the hall, trying desperately to keep balanced. He kept his eyes fixed on you for as long as he could before the lights went out, washing Peter in darkness. He just had to trust that you would make it down.

Slipping into a random room, using shaking hands he pulled off his jacket and his pants off to reveal the blue and red pattern of his suit. He discarded his clothes and slipped on his mask.

More and more of the house was becoming destroyed. When he stepped out from his cover the walls that had once been protecting you and Peter had been half disintegrated. His head spun, dizziness and vertigo blinding him briefly as he looked down.

Standing below him, washed in the twilight, was The Lizard.

Rubble surrounded it’s scaled feet. It’s usual smirk was plastered on its face.

The front half of the house had been practically reduced to dust. Clumps of people cowered in corners and he could see many of them had managed to run off, sprinting down the unlit streets. Neighbors had stepped outside to see what was going on. Kids were on the phone with their parents. People were crying, people were frozen in fear.

Latching onto a surviving pillar, Peter swung himself over the crowd.

“Spiderman,” the low and droning voice of the Lizard boomed throughout the street, “Happy to see you here.”

“You won't be too happy for long.”

The crowd shrieked in unison as The Lizard’s clawed hand shot out to swipe at Peter. Peter’s quick reflexes saved him, just narrowly avoiding the cut by swinging away.

At this point, these fights were formulaic to Peter. Adrenaline would course through his veins and his vision barely had time to keep up with his actions, but most of the time it consisted of the same thing. He had gotten good at this. He flew over the crowd, dodged and weaved away from The Lizard, landed a few hits, same as usual. The claws caught him a couple times, but he was moving too fast for the pain to catch him.

That wasn’t to say it wasn’t tiring though. His powers gave him more endurance but it wasn’t endless.

He fought for a long time.

He could feel the fatigue creeping up his body as he swung around what was left of the house. His reflexes were taking longer, his punches less accurate. If it didn’t stop soon, he was afraid his body would completely give out.

The Lizard had been fighting well, better than last time. Peter eyed its hands as they reached down and locked around a large piece of debri. He knew what was coming next. As the lizard picked it up, Peter readied his web shooters, praying he would have enough strength to stop the debri from causing more destruction.

But just as the Lizard raised his arm and readied to throw the piece, it paused. Its eyes widened slightly, darting around rapidly.

Peter soon understood the reason behind the pause and it came in the form of sirens.

About fucking time.

His eyes left The Lizard to search for the blue and red lights that were bound to be in the distance, and there they were, winding down the road.

When Peter returned his eyes to the Lizard, it was gone.

He finally let himself survey the scene around him. Part of the house was still standing. It looked sort of like a dollhouse. All rooms exposed, one wall missing from each, the moon the only light source. Many of the people that had been there before the fight had run off, understandably so, and the people that remained stayed in little huddles consoling each other.

Police cars had pulled up to the house, sirens still blasting. The red and blue light that shone from the cars washed everybody in an almost unreal filter, illuminating the damage done. The scene before him was grim but a sigh of relief pushed from his lips at the general safety of everybody.

Peter quickly moved into a shadow and prayed that the dirt and dust that covered his suit from the fight would give him enough camouflage so he could finally let his mind turn to what he had been dying to focus on. You.

His eyes scanned the crowd desperately, searching for a glimpse of you. Just a sign that you were ok, that you made it down safely, that you hadn’t been hurt. The longer he looked, the more panicked he became.

It wasn’t until he let his eyes roam up, that he saw you.

You were on the second floor, the only one there. Frantically, you were walking around, being careful as to where you were stepping. He could see your chest rising and falling at a dangerous speed. But you weren’t walking to try and find a spot to get down, he realized after watching you long enough.

You were looking for something.

Your head was darting around, eyes scanning each room and the crowd below you. You were saying something, shouting a name, but the sirens were far too loud for him to hear.

He needed to get you down. Cursing the police for making him stay hidden, he began to search for some sort of ladder, anything he could use. Peter considered going to find clothes to put over the suit and then get you down in a normal, human way. Maybe there was enough going on that he could still do it as spiderman. Maybe, he doesnt care and will decide to just run from the police once you’re safe, he's done it before.

A crash drew Peter from his thoughts.

He knew you were falling before he saw it.

He knew it was the floor you were on. He knew you were the only person on the higher level.

Peter’s vision tunneled, he didn’t see the people he was shoving to the side, he didn’t hear the yelps and crashes as they fell into the rubble, and he probably wouldn’t have cared if he did. All of his thoughts were focused on the fall. He had never moved so fast in his life.

He had no clue how long it would take you to hit the ground. He didn’t want to know.

Webs shot out of his wrists and lodged themselves to the door. You had to be falling into this room. You had to. Pulling on the web, the door ripped off its hinges and Peter instantly shot another web to the furthest part of the ceiling of the room.

Clinging to this, he swung himself into the room, and before he could even visually register it, you were in his arms.

Pulsing adrenalin and the most extreme relief Peter had felt in ages rushed through his body, still blocking out any sound.

You were in his arms. You were safe. You were alive.

But as he looked longer he realized you were yelling. Still frantic. Tears left lines in the ash that had fallen on your face.

Finally, his hearing allowed him to understand what you were saying.

“He’s here. And. I can’t, I can’t find him. I can’t find him.” Your breathing was frenzied. You could barely get cohesive sentences out.

“Who's here?” Peter asked, carefully resting his hands on your shaking shoulders.

“The Boy. He’s here. But he’s gone. He’s gone. I don’t know what to do. I need you – To help.”

The boy was here. That’s who you had been looking for. But now he was nowhere to be found.

It took everything in him to put aside his own biases. It wasn’t about him. It wasn’t about the boy. It was about you.

“Y/n, what’s his name?”

You were too panicked, your breaths were getting shallower, your body getting shakier. “I need to find him. I can’t go on without him –He’s gone– He’s gone and I need him.” You couldn’t register what he was asking.

“Y/n. I need to know his name.” He was louder this time, more forceful. He gripped your arms stronger.

You couldn’t even look at him, your eyes were darting rapidly around the room. Tears coated your face and hysterical sobs were falling from your lips.

“Y/n,” he was begging now, shaking you, “What’s his fucking name??”

You took a huge gulp of air.

“PETER PARKER. His name is Peter Parker and I can’t fucking find him anywhere.”

Peter’s arms went slack.

His eyes left your face for the first time since he caught you and he stared at the destroyed room the two of you were standing in the middle of. Rubble lined both your and Peter’s feet. The dust had fallen onto your hair. It was just the two of you.

Peter Parker was the boy. He was Peter Parker. He was the boy. The boy you had gushed over for months to him almost every night.

His shaking hand found the neck of his suit, and as carefully as he could, he pulled off his mask.

Your confused expression got even deeper as your eyes darted across his face, taking him in.

“No.” you shook your head. “No. Fuck this. No you’re fucking with me.” You pushed against his chest, “I don’t— you can’t be.”

Cheeks flushing and skin still burning from your touch, Peter blurted the first thing that came into his mind as he looked at you.

“I love you.”

Your jaw slacked.

“I need you to know. I can’t hide how much I want you any longer. And I know that after all of this you probably don’t feel the same way but-”

“Shut up.” And your lips were on his.

Without a thought, Peter kissed you back. Slowly, you drank each other up, molding to one another, hands roaming, bodies crushed together. It was a release.

Your fingers tangled themselves in his hair, his lips grazed your jaw. Peter’s hands pulled you closer to him, unable to bear the thought of not being able to hold you.

His body ached for you.

His heart pounded in his chest. It pushed against his ribcage rhythmically, so powerful a bone might snap. He was sure you could feel it; he hoped you did. You needed to feel how his heart beat for you. How his body reacted to you.

He needed to prove it to you. He needed you to understand the effect you had on him.

You needed to believe that he loved you. Because he did.

I love being a shifter bcz it’s okay to be delulu

secret relationship prompts: getting caught & confronted

requested by: @screnwriter ; [ cw: one mention of drugs ]

“ oh my! ”

“ where were you last night ? ”

“ i saw you with that lady yesterday. ”

“ i'm fed up with your lies. ”

“ tell me the truth, now. ”

“ you are full of lies. ”

“ stop making excuses. ”

“ i saw you. i saw you two together! ”

“ what is your relationship with her? ”

“ tell me . ”

“ you're the worst at keeping secrets. how long did you think you could fool around and make ridiculous excuses without me noticing it? ”

“ you're dating them? them?! ”

“ i can't believe you're serious. ”

“ i can't believe it. ”

“ i'm disgusted by you. ”

“ are you in your right mind? ”

“ are you mad ? ”

“ tell me why you would date someone like them! ”

“ i thought... i thought you were better than that. ”

“ i can't even begin to understand why you would get into a relationship with her. ”

“ you couldn't have gone for someone better than that? ”

“ why'd you have to go for her?” 

“ you've got bad taste. ”

“ you're a real mess. ”

“ how long? ” [a confused pause] “ how long have you two been in a relationship ? ”

“ and how much longer will you keep this a secret? ”

“ i’m telling mother about this. ” “ no, please don't ! ”

“ what will you do if your family finds about this, huh? ”

“ how long do you think it's going to take before your family finds out ? ”

“ i don't want them to find out, okay?! ”

FROM FAMILY:

“ tell me it's not true! spare me from depression! ”

“ i wish i'd known when you were born that you were going to betray me like this. ”

“ i never expected this from you. ”

“ have you hit your head? ”

“ are you in your senses? ”

“ are you doing drugs? ”

“ what have i done to deserve this? ”

“ i raised you like my own child and this is how you pay me back? ”

“ why would you betray us like this? ”

“ you've disgraced me. ”

“ our reputation will be ruined. ”

“ we're going to be the next talk of town. ”

“ you will make a fool out of us. ”

“ you have made a fool out of us. ”

“ have you no respect for us? ”

“ we expressly forbade you . ”

“ i'm so disgusted i can't even — ”

“ you will cut all ties with her . ”

“ no more. you will stop this now, you will stop meeting with her. ”

“How long will you wait?” “For you? as long as it takes.”

I'm interpreting Mobius' "Let time pass." as "I'll wait for my husband, thank you very much."

BRO THIS IS AMAZING

Loki Season 2 was heartbreaking so im just writing what should've happened. Or just ideas/thoughts I wish/wanted to see. PART 3:

-Loki meeting Mobius/Don’s ex wife and her surprised that Mobius/Son found love for something that isn’t a jet ski.

-AU where Loki & Mobius open a beach themed bar so they can always be around/on jet skis and water together.

-AU where Loki is a famous model/influencer who falls in love with single dad Mobius at Möbius’s jet ski shop and ends up with 30+ jet skis (he got them so he can keep seeing Mobius).

-Mobius being a Wild West fanatic and Loki discovering that his boyfriend looks hot in cowboy boots.

-Loki having a goth/emo apparel (black cat energy) with Mobius being a suburban beach vibe cargo short dad (golden retriever energy).

-Loki & Mobius/Don on a date which ends up with Loki bumping into Jane and Darcy leading him to explain he is a different Loki and that he just wants to have a nice date with his husband.

-Loki stating he doesn’t like animals but ends up having a soft spot for old golden retrievers (they remind him of Mobius).

-Mobius/Don crushing hard on the new guy across the street (Loki moves across the street from him) and his work buddies notice how distracted Mobius/Don is on his jet skis.

-AU where Mobius is a stereotypical single dad who gets upset at his sons for playing with an Ouija board and deciding to go to the new “Magick” store to knock some sense into the guy who sold the Ouija board to his kids. However, plans change when he falls hard for the middle aged goth guy named Loki in all black, all tatted and rocking the eyeliner. Mobius has been “bewitched”.

These are what I have again for now. These ideas/AUs are open for taking and sharing. I hope y’all like it I might write a few of these as Fics.

jj x john b’s little sister will always have a special place in my heart. Especially when she’s been pining over him since they were kids, the built up tension, the way they act like a couple but they’re not, ugh!

no bc this is my favourite trope with jj 😭 it's just so fitting and honestly nothing hits like a good brother's best friend trope (at least for me)

You were lying in bed, mindlessly scrolling through your phone when you hear your front door open, followed by the clunking of heavy shoes against the hardwood floors as they walked their way through your home.

At first, you panicked. Was this it? Were you about to get murdered in the comfort of your own home, warm and cozy in your bed? But then it clicked. There was only one person you knew who had loud footsteps like that. He had messy blonde hair, sparkling blue eyes, a cheeky grin. He was most likely wearing one of his worn out cut-offs, and black timberland boots.

Those staple shoes of his were definitely the culprit.

Your doorknob twisted open slowly, and there JJ was. Stumbling into your room with a hazy smile on his face. He tripped over his foot upon entry, leading him to kick his boots off clumsily.

"J, what the hell are you doing? I thought you were Freddy Krueger or something, jeez."

He plopped onto your bed, using one hand to pluck your phone from your hand and toss it to the other side of your bed. He laid between your legs, resting his head against your stomach and wrapping his arms around your waist.

Butterflies erupted in your stomach instantly. Being this close and cozy wasn't new for the two of you; you'd been touchy since you were kids. Endless piggyback rides, cuddling sessions during movie nights, playing with each other's hair, that was just the two of you in your normal state. That's what happens when you've known someone since you were in elementary school.

"Hi," he murmured, nuzzling into you as he got comfy. "You smell good."

Your brows furrowed as you held back a laugh. "Are you drunk?"

"No." A moment of silence passed, and then he spoke up again. "Maybe."

"Okay, and where's my brother?"

"Ditched me for his kook girlfriend."

You hummed in response, starting to weave your fingers through his sun-kissed locks. You heard him sigh in content, and he hooked his legs over one of yours.

"D'you wanna get high?" JJ asked, breaking the silence.

Your hand crept down to his cheek, stroking it with your thumb gently. "I think you're intoxicated enough, Maybank."

He picked his head up, his chin now resting where the left side of his face was previously smushed against. He smiled, his eyelids half closed. "You're always takin' care o'me. So sweet, like candy."

"You always need to be taken care of," you joked in response. The small huff of laughter he let out was like music to your ears. You could listen to it on repeat for the rest of your days, and it'd always be your favourite soundtrack.

His eyes seemed to glimmer as he zoned in on yours again. He released a sigh, before reaching up and cupping your cheek. "You're so beautiful."

Your heart fluttered. You were used to JJ's unrelenting flirtations, but he'd never said anything like that to you. It'd always been lookin' good, mini routledge, or we should makeout. y'know, for science.

"Don't. You're only saying that 'cause you're drunk. It's mean."

His brow arched. "Me thinking you're beautiful is mean? I don't get it."

"It's mean because it's just the alcohol talking," you explained. "You don't really mean it, J."

"I do mean it. Why do you think I'm starin' at you all the time? I have to force myself to keep my eyes off you."

He was pulling at your heartstrings, saying all the things you'd been longing to hear from his mouth for as long as you could remember. It almost felt cruel; the fact that he could say these things so casually as if the memory wouldn't be burned into your brain until the end of time.

"Go to sleep, JJ. We'll talk in the morning," you spoke, eyes darting away from his as you changed the topic.

JJ removed himself from your hold, scooting up next to you and using his index finger and thumb to guide your gaze onto him. His eyes were softened, so vulnerable as they looked at you. He wore a small pout, too, only making you want to plant a kiss on it and wash it away.

"I know 'm an idiot. But one of these days, I'm gonna get my head outta my ass and tell you that I got a major thing for you," he said. "You're gonna be my girl, princess. I'm not sure of much, but I am sure of that."

And with that, he laid his head down on the pillow next to yours, slinging an arm over your waist and cuddling into your side.

"Good night, beautiful."

concepts

Needy - C.S

Y’all wanted sub!chris w a mommy kink so here ya go! Basically Chris has been needing you all day and you make him work for it

NSFW below, leave if you’re a minor

All day Chris has been attached to your hip, although this wasn’t that unusual for him you could tell it wasn’t just him being clingy. You knew he was horny, and you definitely didn’t help it by subtly teasing him throughout the day. You both got back to his place and went to his room and you watched as he basically threw himself onto his bed.

“So Chris are you gonna tell me what’s got you all worked up today?” You smirk.

“Fuck sakes, just you in that god damn outfit. All I’ve been thinking about all day is ripping it off of you. You bending over to pick up your phone, I know damn well you did that on purpose to flash me. Never mind the countless other shit you did” He responds with a slight groan.

“Seems like you’re quite needy baby” You reply as you make your way towards him.

He doesn’t reply and instead pulls you into a kiss. Your tongues fighting for dominance, yours winning as you were insistent on being in control tonight. Pulling his hair slightly he let out a moan.

“Please” He says in between kissing.

“Please what?” You say, knowing exactly what was coming next.

“Touch me, please I need you. I’ve been thinking about it all day.” He responds.

“Are you gonna be a good boy for me?” You ask.

“Yes, I’ll be your good boy” He replies and thrusts his hips up.

“I think you need to make mommy feel good before you deserve anything” You reply, knowing it was slightly selfish but god you wanted his mouth on your pussy.

With that he immediately flipped you over and started kissing down your neck, eager to please you.

“Let me take my shirt off” You say sitting up.

He nods and takes his off as well, while watching your every move.

“Fuck I love your tits” He groans.

“Prove it” You demand back.

Chris takes your nipple into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it and sucking. Doing the same to the other while squeezing them. He makes his way down to your stomach, slowly getting closer to your pussy.

“Can I take these off?” He questions, referring to your skirt and panties.

“Of course” You reply.

He takes them off and immediately gets to work. Flicking his tongue, circling your clit and sucking. He has always been good with his mouth. You arch your back and push his head down slightly.

“Mmm you’re making mommy feel so good. Letting me use you for my own pleasure” You moan out.

“Anything for you” He says back.

“Use your fingers pretty boy” You tell him.

He once again does as you say, starting off with one finger inside you and slowly adding a second. Pumping them in and out of you while continuing to use his tongue on all the right places. You reach your breaking point and come. Chris adored making you finish, but god he wanted more of you, every inch.

You sit up and kiss him, already planning to suck him off but wanting him to ask for it.

“Mommy please I need you to touch me” He whines.

“Yeah? You want me to suck you off? You think you deserve that?” You reply.

“Y-yes, fucking hell” Chris replies back.

You slowly lower his shorts and boxers, his dick springing out slapping against his stomach. Smiling to yourself as you notice the amount of pre-cum on his tip. You immediately take all of him into your mouth, letting his dick hit the back of your throat. That took him by surprise, you usually worked your way up to that. You listen to his whimpers and moans as you continue, pulling back to circle your tongue around his tip and going faster.

You notice he’s close but he interrupts your thoughts, “Mommy can I fuck you?” He says.

“Yeah? You want to fuck my pussy?” You smirk back. You loved when he came in you and knew he did too.

“Please? I’ll make you feel good, I promise” He says back while looking at you, really begging for you now. He wanted nothing more than to feel you wrapped around him.

“Only since you’ve been such a good boy. Lay down” You tell him.

He lays down, you then climbing on top of him and positioning yourself on top of his dick. You lower yourself but only low enough for his tip to be inside you, repeating this motion a few times.

“Mommy I can’t -“ He groans out, you cutting him off.

“Can’t what hm?”

“I can’t wait any longer, I need you” He answers.

“Yeah?” You reply. Him begging having you ready to give in.

“Please” He says looking up at you, you could see the desire in his eyes.

You decided you had teased him enough, lowering yourself and taking all of him inside you. You moaned and you moved yourself up and down continuously, moving your hand to his throat and squeezing a bit.

Chris let out a whine, followed with multiple moans. Finally getting to be inside you.

“Mommy you feel so good” He moaned.

“Yeah? My pretty boy likes me bouncing on his dick?” You replies, you had began going faster, noticing Chris’ eyes clenching shut and his grip on your waist tightening - he was close.

“Fuck - I - fuck can I come in you?” Chris whined out.

“Let me come with you” You told him, throwing your head back. You and Chris coming together was one of your favourite things.

“I can’t hold back much longer” He said.

Knowing to get what you want you had to quicken your pace even more, you instructed Chris to thrust his hips harder.

“Fuck okay baby, on 3 okay?” You groaned out, not even knowing if you yourself could make it.

You counted to 3 and both you and Chris finished. You watched as his mouth fell agape, his hands squeezing your hips and both of you moaning out each others names, him going basically feral over the feeling of you tightening around him. For a few moments you continued moving yourself up and down.

“God you make me crazy” He said as you got off of him.

You smirked and replied, “good”. You loved when Chris was dominant but you also loved the sight of him begging for you.