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good boy — matt sturniolo

warnings: smut, handjob, praise, lots of good boy, sub!matt

He swallowed as your fingertips brushed against his Adam’s apple, and he felt his cheeks heat again. He wanted to reply, to sound cocky, but all his words melted away as he felt your hand suddenly move down to his chest.

Slowly, tantalizingly, it moved down towards his abs, and he let out a soft moan. He couldn’t tell if it was a protest or a plea. Either way, it sounded desperate. His breath hitched when your hand finally moved lower, finding the waistband of his jeans, and his hips jerked forward automatically.

“Baby,” he gasped, his eyes fluttering closed as his hands tightened on your hips.

He was burning with need, desperate for your touch, for anything, even the slightest brush of your fingertips.

You gave him a sly look, your eyes glinting mischievously as you traced the edge of his jeans teasingly.

“Hm?” you mused. You knew exactly what you were doing to him. “What do you want me to do, Matt?” You leaned forward and whispered the words straight into his ear, sending a shiver down his spine.

He shivered at the feel of your warm breath against his ear, at the sound of your sultry words. He wanted to give in and admit how badly he wanted you. But instead, he simply let out a shaky breath, opening his eyes to meet your soft gaze. “Touch me,” he murmured, his voice raw and needy.

You shivered a little at the sound of his voice, your eyes wide and dark. “Where?” you breathed, your voice little more than a whisper.

His cheeks flushed bright red, and he swallowed, your fingers still tracing over his jeans. “Please,” he repeated, his voice cracking a little. “Please, touch me…”

He opened his mouth to speak, to plead, but all that came out was a soft whimper. His brain was mush, his mind on fire, and all he could focus on was the feel of your hands on his body.

You grinned, enjoying your power over him. “Hmm… where do you want it, Matty?” Your thumb moved down lower, to the curve of his hip, pressing down on his inner thigh. “Here?”

He let out a low moan, his breathing ragged as he closed his eyes. He was desperate, needy, hungry for your touch. He felt like he was going crazy. “God,” he gasped helplessly, unable to do anything but lean forward and bury his face in your neck, his fingers digging into your hips. “Please.”

You laughed softly, enjoying teasing the cocky hot guy who was suddenly so desperate for your touch. You were almost tempted to make him beg, but your body was on fire, and your need for him outweighed your desire to tease him now. Carefully, you began to press soft kisses to his neck, letting your lips brush his sensitive skin. Instantly, he gasped, his hands squeezing your hips tightly.

You grinned, you kisses moving down to his collarbone, where you nipped at the sensitive skin. He whimpered pathetically, his body shuddering and shaking as he fought to keep himself in check. Your lips moved lower, brushing along his chest, then suddenly, the hand on his thigh squeezed. He let out a loud moan, his hips jerking forward automatically. “B-b-baby,” he stuttered, trying to push you off him. “God, stop teasing me.”

You laughed, clearly amused with him. “You don’t like it?” you asked, your voice innocent. You traced his hip bone again, your thumb brushing along the waistband of his boxer briefs. “But Matty,” you murmured, your lips brushing his ear. “You sound so pretty when I touch you like this.”

He let out a choked off moan, his neck arching as his hips surged involuntarily forward. Heat flared up his spine, pooling in his stomach as his mind whited out. “Baby!” he gasped, his hips rubbing against your hand. “Jesus Christ…” he groaned. “F-f-please.” He didn’t even know what he was saying, but he could barely think while you were touching like that.

“Please?” you repeated, grinning in amusement. You gave his earlobe a tiny bite. “Please what?” you murmured. Your tongue flicked out softly against his ear, and his whole body jolted. “Use your words, Matty. Be a good boy and tell me what you want.”

His entire body thrummed with tension as he fought to keep himself together. He was on fire, every nerve ending alight, and all he wanted was more. Your lips were like a brand against his skin, every inch of him craving your touch. “T-touch… me,” he stammered, his hips rubbing against your hand again, trying to get you to move lower. You were driving him wild, and he felt like he was about to implode.

You chuckled, amused with how desperate he was. “Where, Matty?” you asked innocently, your hand brushing softly against his stomach. “What do you want me to do? You have to tell me, or you won’t get any.” You let your fingers gently trail along the skin above his waistband, teasing him. He shuddered, his breathing growing heavier as he fought to keep himself from begging. He felt like a fire was burning in his stomach.

“I-I… want you to…” he swallowed hard, his eyes fluttering closed. He was beyond embarrassment now, beyond pride or anything but desperation. There was only you, your body on his, your hands on his skin, and he wanted more. “Touch me,” he murmured, feeling himself shiver as your fingers trailed along his sensitive hip bone again. His breathing stuttered as he tried to speak again, needing you desperately. “Please.” He could barely form the words anymore. “Please, baby.”

He whimpered, his whole body shaking. He was on the edge now, lost in a maelstrom of desire and need. “Down,” he murmured, his voice shaking. “F-f-f-fuck, please…” His hips bucked against your hand, and he let out a pleading moan. “Touch me, please,” he begged, his head falling against your shoulder. He couldn’t take it anymore, and he couldn’t even think of it as your fingertips moved lower, brushing against his inner thigh.

You grinned, clearly enjoying teasing him. “Now, was that so hard?” you murmured, your voice low and husky. You moved your hand lower, tracing your thumb along the skin of his hip. You could feel his hips bucking impatiently, his breathing shallow and stuttering as he fought to keep himself together. “You’re so impatient, Matty,” you teased softly, your lips brushing against his ear. “But maybe I should make you wait a little longer…” You let your hand hover along the waistband of his boxer briefs.

He let out a choked off groan, his hips jerking desperately towards your hand. Everything inside of him was screaming for your touch, and he was quickly losing control. “Baby,” he gasped, his voice raw and pleading. “Please, I need you. I’m begging you, touch me.” His hips thrust upwards again, silently begging for you. You just grinned, enjoying his desperation.

Your hand moved lower again, teasingly brushing against the damp fabric of his boxer briefs. He gasped as you began to trace a line downward, your touch light but insistent. “What’s this?” you teased, your words soft but your voice thick with amusement. “You’re already so hard, Matty. You must really need it.” He moaned softly, his head falling forward again, as you kept tracing your fingers along the fabric, driving him wild.

He shuddered as you continued to tease him, your touch just enough to drive him insane, but not enough to satisfy him. “B-baby,” he pleaded, his hips rocking forward again. “God, please. I need… I n-need you.” Your touch was like fire against his sensitive skin, and he was quickly losing control, his body shaking as he fought to keep himself from coming undone.

“What do you need, Matty? Tell me,” you murmured softly, your fingers still tracing a line along the fabric of his boxer briefs. “I want to hear you say it. Let me know how badly you need it.” With your free hand, you reached up and tugged at the collar of his shirt slowly, exposing the taut muscles and skin of his neck. He let out a whimper, his hips rolling forward again, pushing against your hand.

He swallowed hard, his breathing shallow and fast as he fought to find his voice again. “You,” he gasped. “I need you. I need you touching me. I… I can’t take it, I’m so close, please.”

"Close already?" You clicked your tongue. "How quick. And look, you're making such a mess in your boxers.”

A shiver ran through him as you spoke, and he let out a low moan, his hips bucking forward again at the words. You were playing him like a puppet, and he was completely at your mercy, his body shaking with need. “God,” he gasped, his chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath. “I can’t… f-f-fuuuuck…”

“But we just started having fun!” You teased, your voice sweet but your words tinged with a hint of sadness. "You don’t want me to stop, do you, Matty? You need me, right?" You brushed your fingers against the waistband again, teasing him. He let out a desperate moan, his body arching against you. “No, baby, no. F-f-f-ffffuck, please, just… don’t stop touching me,” he begged. “I need you. I need you," he gasped. “Oh god... Ohhhh... I... I need you, oh fuck..."

You grinned, enjoying his desperate need for you. “That’s my good boy,” you murmured, your voice low and husky. “Don’t stop talking, Matty. I want to hear you. Let me know how much you need me, how badly you want me to touch you.” You moved your hand lower, your fingers tracing the outline of him beneath the fabric of his boxer briefs. He gasped loudly, his hips rocking forward eagerly. “God, baby, please,” he begged, his breath coming in ragged gulps.

“What is it, Matty? What do you need?” you asked, your voice soft. You let your fingers dip under the waistband of his boxers, trailing along his sensitive skin. He gasped loudly again, his hips bucking desperately towards your hand, his body begging for more contact. “Tell me, Matty. Tell me what you want me to do.” You grinned at his desperate mewling, enjoying how easy it was to make him come undone.

He was lost in a sea of need, his body on fire under your touch. “T-touch me,” he stammered, his breathing still labored from all the gasping. “I need more. I need you, please.”

You grinned again, enjoying how easy it was to make him beg. “Where, Matty? Where should I touch you?”

"B-baby," he stammered, his breath quickening as he felt your thumb brushing against the sensitive skin. “Please, there, more, oh god please, just...” he broke off, unable to form the words as he felt your finger pressing softly against him, teasing him. With a whimper, he buried his face in your shoulder again, his hips rocking forward eagerly. "Please, I need you, god I'm going to-" His voice broke off as he felt your finger press down more firmly, sending a shockwave of need through his body.

You chuckled softly, pleased with how easily you could affect him. “Is that all you want, Matty?” you teased. “You sound like you’re about to come already.”

He let out a gasp, his head falling against your shoulder again. You pressed down harder with your finger, eliciting another sharp gasp from him as his hips rocked forward again. He was so sensitive that even a light touch was sending waves of pleasure through his body. "I need you,” he whispered, his voice soft and desperate.

“I know you do, Matty,” you whispered. “I know. Shhh.” You moved your hand down, wrapping your fingers around him. A low moan escaped him at the feel of your hand on him, and he shuddered, his eyes fluttering closed. You began to slowly stroke him, your touch light and teasing. “Is this what you needed?" you murmured.

He gasped, his hips starting to rock back and forth as he tried to move with your touch.

He groaned loudly, his body writhing and shaking as he gasped for breath. “Y-yes,” he gasped. “Oh god, yes, just like that. Just like-“ his words broke off as you sped up your strokes, taking him in your palm. “Baby,” he stuttered, his head flying back and his mouth falling open to release a loud, desperate groan. “Just like-“

“Feels good, doesn’t it, Matty?” you murmured, your hand speeding up even more. He was panting now, struggling to form coherent sentences as he rocked his hips forward, desperate for more. “You like that, hm?” You watched in amusement as his head fell back, his mouth dropping open to release a sharp gasp. “What, you don’t want to talk?”

“Can’t!” he gasped, his chest heaving as he fought to get air into his lungs. He was on fire now, burning with need as you moved your hand faster and faster. “F-F-Fuuucck,” he groaned. “So good, baby… just… just like that…” His hips were moving of their own accord now, desperate for more. “Faster,” he pleaded, his voice a whisper. “Please, I need…” Your hand sped up even more, sending a jolt of pleasure through him.

You chuckled softly, clearly enjoying the desperate noises he was making. “So desperate for me,” you murmured, your hand speeding up to match the pace of his hips. “You’re going to ruin your boxers, Matty.”

He let out a sharp gasp, his face twisting in pleasure as he fought to keep himself together. He was so close now, so close to falling apart at the touch of your hand. “Baby, I can’t… ohhh….” he groaned.

“Can’t what, Matty?” you teased. “Come? Aren’t you my good boy? Aren’t you supposed to hold yourself together?”

“I-I…” he stammered, his words faltering as you moved your hand faster, sending sparks of pleasure through his body. “I c-c-c-can’t… it’s too much… oh god… I’m gonna…”

A choked off cry escaped him, his hips bucking against your hand desperately. “Please, baby,” he begged, his voice a whimper. “Oh god, please, I’m not- I’m not going to last much longer.”

You just grinned, your hand stroking him faster and faster now. “Not going to last? But I thought you were my good boy, Matty. Do you not have enough self-control?

He was panting now, his eyes squeezed shut as he fought to keep control. “Please, baby,” he begged, his voice broken and raw with need. “I’m trying so hard, I really am, but… but… You’re just too good at this, and I-I-I-I… I don’t want to come yet. I need… I need…”

You raised an eyebrow, still grinning. “You need what? Use your words, dear. You’re a big boy, you can do it.“ You twisted your hand again, and he gasped loudly as pleasure shot through him. He was on the edge now, teetering on the brink of release.

“I-I-I can’t… oh god, it’s too good, please,” he stuttered, his voice catching on each word as he gasped for breath. His entire body was on fire, his vision hazy with desperation. “Baby,” he pleaded, his hips still rocking forward eagerly. “I’m so close, I can’t- I really can’t-”

“Hold it.”

He groaned, his head falling back as he tried to fight the urge to give in. “Please, I can’t,” he gasped, his whole body shivering as he strove to keep himself together. Everything inside him screamed for release, for you to just keep touching him. “Please… oh god, please, I can’t-”

He felt like he was about to explode.

You grinned wickedly. “Hold yourself together, Matty. You’re my good boy, remember?” You squeezed him gently with your hand, and he gasped, his entire body shaking with pleasure. He could barely speak now, his voice reduced to nothing more than gasps and whimpers.

“I-I’m trying,” he gasped, his eyes clenched shut and his mouth hanging open as he panted. “I really am, but… it’s just… it’s too good, baby… I’m so close…”

You squeezed him again, your hand moving in practiced strokes that made his breath catch in his throat.

He was so close now, teetering on the edge of release. He wanted to give in, to let go and let himself fall apart completely, but he knew he had to hold back. You hadn’t given him permission yet. He could feel himself starting to tip over the edge, and with a choked off cry, he grabbed your wrist and pulled your hand away from himself. “Please stop,” he gasped, his voice rough with need. “I can’t… I need…”

You chuckled softly, clearly amused. “You were doing so well, Matty. Why did you ask me to stop?” You kept stroking him with slow, deliberate movements, bringing him right back to the brink of release. “Aren’t you my good boy? What’s wrong, hmm? Are you that close right now?” You squeezed him gently, and he whimpered with pleasure.

“So close,” he managed to gasp out. “Please, I can’t… oh god I’m really close… please.” His body was so close to release that he could practically feel his muscles spasming with anticipation. He was holding back as best as he could, but he was only human. Just a little bit more, and he would be unable to hold back any longer.

You grinned wickedly, your hand still stroking him. “You want to come so badly, don’t you?” He could tell you were enjoying teasing him like this. It was obvious in the way you moved your hand, the way you squeezed him just a little bit too hard, the way you chuckled softly as he whimpered. He was practically seeing stars, his vision hazy with pleasure. He wanted to come so badly, but he also wanted to make you happy.

He let out another whimper, his body shaking with need. “I-I-I-I… oh god,” he gasped, his voice trembling. “I’m so close… but… but I’m trying to be good… I’m your good boy, right? Am I… am I a good boy?” He knew you were teasing him, pushing his limits just enough to make him beg for you.

You squeezed him again, and he groaned loudly, his hips bucking forward eagerly. “You are a good boy,” you murmured, your hand still stroking him. “My good boy, you’re so good for me. But good boys listen to their mistresses, don’t they? You want to be my good boy, don’t you?”

“Yes,” he gasped, shaking his head. “Yes, I want to be your good boy. Please… oh god please-"

“Then come for me,” You murmured, squeezing him gently.

He let out a loud moan, his entire body shuddering as he finally let himself fall apart. He shook with pleasure, his body trembling as he gasped for breath. He could feel himself spilling onto your hand, his pleasure washing over him like a wave. You stroked him gently through it, not stopping until he was completely spent.

He panted heavily, his chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath. “Are you my good boy, Matty?” you asked softly, your hand still wrapped around him. He nodded, his heart still racing.

You smiled. “You were such a good boy for me, Matty. You let me make you fall apart like that.”

He just nodded again, too overwhelmed with pleasure to form coherent sentences yet. You stroked him slowly, helping him come down from his high until he was relaxed and breathing normally again.

“You’re so good,” you murmured. “My good boy.”

“I am,” he whispered, his voice hoarse from his labored breathing. He leaned into your touch, letting you hold him close. “I’m your good boy.”

You kissed his temple, your lips brushing against his skin.

“Yes, Matty. You are my good boy. My good, perfect boy.”

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crystalluvsu2 · 13 days ago

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The messages at the end 😭😭😭🫶🏽🫶🏽🫶🏽

“i’m so sorry baby”;dick grayson

• in which dick does the “shut up” prank on his girlfriend while she’s already having a bad day

- fluff but some angst

it had been all over tik tok, an app dick was constantly on when he wasn’t patrolling or beating people’s asses, annoying his siblings or girlfriend. it was videos of boyfriends doing a prank on their girlfriend, secretly filming in a car or in their houses as their girlfriend walks in and says something. they then cut them off with a “shut up.”

obviously, the prank can go many ways, getting amusing reactions out of the girlfriend and a funny video whenever it ends well. knowing how you are, dick wanted to see how’d you react to this prank specifically. you were sarcastic and kind and your attitude was probably what he loved the most about you. so, he was beyond excited to see what you’d say to him.

earlier that day, you had asked dick to pick you up from your nail appointment. first you had work but your boss said you’d get out early that day (for whatever reason you didn’t care to remember) and you had arranged to get your nails done afterwards for fun.

dick was going to arrive an hour earlier than he did, but he received a text from you simply asking if he could pick you up a little later, and of course dick agreed. he’s do anything for you.

parked outside the nail place he had gotten familiar with over time, dick decided to set up his phone to film the prank. a few moments later he saw you walk out of the nail salon and his smile brightened, the camera catching it all. when he saw you get closer his smile dropped, getting into character. dick unlocked your door and you sat in, putting your bag by your feet and getting comfortable. you didn’t seem as enthusiastic as he thought you would after getting your nails done, but dick continued on either way.

“hey babe. how was your day?” your face adorned a small smile.

“it was good.” was all he said. your face barely dropped, but it did nonetheless. you were confused as to why dick hadn’t asked you the same thing, when without fail that’s what he did.

“that’s good. sorry my nails took a little longer than usual, my boss made me—“ that’s when it was dick’s cue to cut you off, and oh he felt so bad.

“just shut up (y/n),” he felt like such a shitty boyfriend but he was too far in for the prank to back out now.” without looking at your face cause he knew he’d break character, dick continued “just—just shut up.” he shook his head and placed it onto the steering wheel.

your face had dropped to one of sorrow. the camera had captured you looking so sad at your boyfriend’s words and you felt so hurt. “oh. okay.” was all you said as you resulted to staring at your lap as you held back the tears that were threatening to spill out.

when all dick heard was silence for a second or two, he pulled his head to look at yours. and he knew he couldn’t go any longer when he noticed the state you were in. “baby—“ he started, about to apologize.

that’s when you started balling, tears streaming down your face as it covered the “sorry” that he repeated alongside a few apologetic words. your makeup soon got messed up as you rubbed the back of your hands to stop the tears from flowing, crying even harder when you noticed your makeup was messed up too.

dick tried to grab ahold of your hand as you cried, embarrassed. you pulled away and reached for the doorknob. not because you were mad at dick but because you were embarrassed, you felt like a child. before you could open the door, dick had reached over and pulled you to him onto his lap with two hands.

if it were any other situation, you’d be blushing and fawning over what your boyfriend had just done. but it wasn’t that situation. and despite the words he said to you, you buried your head into his neck as you cried some more. at that point you weren’t crying because of him, you were crying because of the day you just had.

“baby i’m so sorry. it was a prank—one of those tik tok pranks. i didn’t mean it at all.” he held your head as you slowly stopped the tears, still with your eyes full. dick killed your forehead and the top of your head then your cheeks and grabbed your hands softly and with care and kissed them as well.

“babe your nails look so beautiful, what’s wrong?” he keeps his grip tight but caresses your face, wiping the black mascara tears from your face.

hiccuping, you shook your head, “no, it’s fine don’t worry—“

“(y/n) tell me, i’m here to listen. do i need to beat anyone up? you know i’ll do it gorgeous.”

scoffing with a smile, you shook your head and intertwined your fingers with dick’s as you continued to sit on his lap in his car and tell him the reason for your bad mood.

“it was going all good. but then i had to stay longer to do some extra work that my boss assigned me. i hated it cause i wanted to get my nails done and see you. and then i had to call my nail salon and tell them to push it to a little later if they could—thank god they could or else i’d probably still be waiting to get them done.” you sniffled from crying earlier and continued on, “then the person who usually does my nails was sick and i had to have someone else do it. but they messed up my nails and i thought it was a quick fix so i asked if they could change a certain thing on it because im paying for their time and id charge them extra and everything.” you started to get teary eyed again and with a small squeeze of your hand from dick, you continued on with your story.

then the person doing my nails scoffed at me and rolled her eyes then started talking shit about me to their coworkers in their language. but i understood the language they were speaking. and i felt like shit.” you started to softly cry once again “i felt so bad to make them do it again and they were also making fun of me and everything else. a-and when i was thanking them profusely and all that, they all rolled their eyes at me and i payed them extra because i felt guilty. and they were just so rude. then when you said this to me i just had enough.” you were now spilling out tears once more.

“baby, it’s all okay don’t worry. those idiots are so rude. you don’t deserve any of that. and i’m so so sorry for what i said, the prank. you don’t deserve any of it you’re too sweet and you’re the best girlfriend, i’m so sorry.”

you smiled and ran your freshly manicured fingers through your boyfriend’s hair. “it’s okay dick. i forgive you. i probably would’ve forgiven you anyway.”

“i know you would’ve which sucks even more. i feel so bad. let’s go home and watch criminal minds with chocolate. and let’s cuddle. you’re getting so many kisses.” he profusely tried to say things he knew would make his girlfriend happy. even if being around him made her happy enough.

your eyes lit up and you wiped your face in fear of how you currently looked because of how much you previously cried. “i love criminal minds.” you whispered in excitement. over the past few weeks, dick had been so busy whenever the two of you had down time, so you weren’t able to chill out and be a lazy couple of couch potatoes. so when you heard this you were so happy.

with the same energy you currently had, dick said, “i know, you love criminal minds.”

“i love you.” your eyes looked lovingly into his.

“i love you more, and im so sorry for earlier baby.” even though your eyes were glued to dick and your mind was blank with the fact that you had such an amazing boyfriend, dick was practically 10x more in love with you, no matter how much you said you loved him more. his heart hurt when you hurt and when you were happy, he was even happier.

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you had given dick permission to post the tik tok. he felt so bad about it but you kind of found it cute how much he visibly cared in the tik tok. and you were also greatful the camera didn’t catch what you thought was an ugly crying face.

user1 STOP THIS IS SO CUTE???

user2 i wonder what bruce thought of this

therdh00d dick head you should get canceled for making her cry

imbatman tell (y/n) i said hello

imbatman you’re an imbecile for making (y/n) cry.

(later on, dick found out that it was damian using bruce’s private tik tok account to text these messages)

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crystalluvsu2 · 13 days ago

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Love this guy

dick grayson fucking you raw for the first time

pairings: dick grayson x fem!reader

warnings/tags: smut (18+), unprotected sex (practice safe sex guys), creampie, breeding kink, dirty talk

divider by @plutism

you've always been so careful, so meticulous in the way you both make sure to use protection to prevent any stds or accidental pregnancies.

when dick comes to you one night with his test results from the clinic and it reveals he's clean, he's fucking insatiable. you had already known you were clean from getting tested right after your previous partner and you've been with no one except for him.

you're loyal to him, and he's loyal to you. the way you gasp harmonizes perfectly with his deep groan as he slowly sinks into you, your pussy sucking him in as he thrusts into you without a condom on for the first time.

"fuck," he practically whimpers. "you're so wet— so warm."

you can feel all of him; feel every bump and ridge of his cock as he pulls back just to roll his hips back into you. your head ends up tossed back, jaw slack in pure pleasure as he fucks you deep and hard into the couch cushions— he just couldn't wait to have you.

"i'm gonna cum in you, yeah?" dick grunts as he thrusts deep into you, balls pressing against your ass as he lifts your legs over his shoulders. "you like that? i'm gonna fuck a baby deep into this pussy."

you mewl, head nodding dumbly in agreeance despite knowing he can't, but the thought of dick wanting to breed you has you close to seeing stars.

his hands grip your thighs hard, the soft fat giving way to his slender fingers as he keeps you right where he wants you. drool seeps out of the corner of your mouth, slowly trailing down your cheek and meeting the tears that have left your eyes as soon as dick started thrusting into you with no inhibitions. you're right there, and you know dick is too when his pace starts to falter ever so slightly.

"fuck, yes dick," you moan, voice sweetened like honey as your inevitable orgasm teeters on the edge. "cum inside me. fuck! please, please put a baby in me," you babble.

you grasp his shoulders and pull him towards you so his chest is flush with your own and bring him into a heated kiss. he moans against your lips, and then his hips are stuttering until he thrusts into you as deep as he possibly can.

his cum coats your walls, warmth accompanied by the throbbing of his cock causing you to meet your own end as your pussy clenches down on him, muscles spasming. he sloppily kisses you through it, moans and whimpers escaping his lips in soft breaths against your own as you both relish in the feeling of being so close to one another.

he pushes his cock into you again, sending his cum deeper into you with the movement and earning a muffled squelch from between your legs as you let out a soft moan. he let's his cock soften inside you, using it as a plug as he leans back just enough to look into your eyes.

"i'm never fucking you with a condom again," he breathlessly tells you.

you can't help but nod in agreement as you gently laugh.

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crystalluvsu2 · 13 days ago

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matt loves being good for you

you’d been sat on his lap for too long, hands in his hair and on his face as he desperately sucked at your skin. his hips were grinding upwards as he mumbled sweet pleas.

“mmh, need more…” he moaned against your neck, words blurred behind his hoarse voice. his dick was harder than it’d ever been — the sensitive tip rubbing against the fabric of his boxers.

“i like you like this, baby.” you cooed, your head tilting down to be met with the submissive look on his face — eyes glazed over as they stared up into yours.

“please..” he murmured, his hand reaching for yours in an attempt to direct it to his bulge. “what d’you want?” you ask softly, letting his fingers trace over your skin — hand on his bulge as his gaze fixes on it.

“w-wanna… cum.” he mumbles out sheepishly, the heat rushing to his face as he feels his dick twitch under your touch.

you nod at his request, your hand leaving his lap as your arms loosely wrap around his neck.

his breath hitches, and you can see the slight confusion in his eyes as your hips grind down. despite the fact you’re not giving him what he wants, he finds himself gripping your hips — eyes screwed shut as he feels the pleasure from every movement of your body.

“wanted… your h-hand.” he groans, body trembling slightly as you press your hips down onto him — drawing out a trail of soft whimpers.

“this not good enough?” you pout, head twisting to get a look at his fucked out face. he wants to protest, tell you no. but he can already feel his balls drawing up, and it’s embarrassing how much you’re affecting him.

“j-just – ngh – wanna cum.” he grits out, knowing he was already too close to doing so.

you scoff, smiling at the sight of him falling apart beneath you. “m’not stopping you.” you murmur, watching as his brows furrow slightly. his hand then slowly reaches down to try an undo his jeans, but you stop him — gripping his wrist.

he looks completely hopeless, wide eyes boring into yours at the frustration. “why are you–“

“do it in your pants.” you whisper, smirking to yourself as you watch his face heat up — the idea clearly embarrassing him.

he shakes his head ever so slightly, lips parted. “no, wanna–“ he sighs, feeling your jeans rub up the length of his cock through the fabric.

“wanna what, baby?” you coo, hand leaving his wrist to come up and tug at his hair — his head tilting back into your touch.

“d-don’t wanna cum, in my– mgh.” his eyes flutter shut as your hips roll over, apply just the right amount of pressure onto his throbbing dick.

“you can, know you wanna cum so bad.” you whisper, kissing down his neck just how he liked.

he’s trembling beneath you, wanting so badly to not make a mess of himself. but the way you're grinding on him, and encouraging him to do so, is too much.

he doesn’t want to disagree, he wants to be good for you — make a mess in his pants just like you’re telling him to.

“fuck, g-gonna cum.” he whines, torn between resisting the urge and just letting go — giving you what you want.

“mmh, yeah? gonna make a mess f’me?” you toy, pulling at the strands of his hair. his whole body is shuddering, jolts of pleasure rushing through from his dick, and the strong grip you had in his hair.

he’s tethering on the edge, pathetically moaning. the only thing stopping him is the quiet nagging in his brain, urging him to not cum in his pants.

he thinks of all the other ways you could be making him cum right now, and it makes his stomach curl.

but you wanted this. wanted to see him so desperately release. and the thought that this was getting you off, was enough for him to do it.

“ohhh, fuck— can’t… nggh.” he can’t even speak, gripping your hips tightly as he comes. loud moans and whimpers trailing out as he grinds up, his body completely collapsing into yours at the feeling.

he can feel his hot dick throbbing, spurting out his release to leave an uncomfortable sticking mess in his boxers. “so good baby.” you murmur, gently running your hands through his hair as he lets out shallow breaths.

he swallows a little, head lolling back as he looks up at you.

there’s no blue left in his eyes, just his pupils blown wide like beads of lust. he looks so good beneath you, falling apart at your touch.

“didn’t even need to touch you, huh.” you tease, shifting off his lap slowly. he groans a little at the mocking, falling back against the bed as he catches his breath.

but you’re not done. dropping to your knees in front of him, your hands reaching to undo his jeans.

“wha–?” his eyes flutter down to what you’re doing. once he realises, his hands come down to stop you in a panic. “n-no, don’t.” he whines.

you pout a little. “why not baby?” you ask, wanting to see the mess he’d made. he shakes his head furiously, ears now red as he felt the embarrassment of the situation take over.

“it’s hot, i wanna see.” you murmur softly, reassuring him that you’d liked it.

he nibbles on his bottom lip, thinking about how pathetic it was that he’d managed to cum like that. truthfully, he didn’t want anyone to see. he wanted to get a shower and forget about the whole thing.

but the way you were looking up at him, almost desperate to see the state he'd gotten himself into. it made him want to show you.

he swallows, slowly retracting his hands that had been stopping you.

you smirk, reaching up to slowly drag the zipper down. he wants to ignore it, close his eyes and act normal. but he finds his gaze fixed on you, wanting so badly to see how much he's pleased you.

your breath hitches ever so slightly as you spot the wet patch on his boxers — turning them a darker red.

but when you tug down the waistband of them, it’s an even better sight. his lower abdomen covered in his cum, as well as his half hard dick that rests against it.

“look at that.” you coo, pulling them down further along with his jeans.

he whines again, breathing heavily as he feels your eyes on him — turning his whole body hot. “stop…” he whimpers, feeling so vulnerable like this.

your eyebrows raise as you meet his lidded eyes, your head tilting. “stop what?” you tease.

he looks over the scene in front of you, heart rate spiked slightly. “looking.” he murmurs quietly.

you smirk, eyes returning to his cock that laid over his sticky release. “so you don’t want me to, clean you up?” you question lowly.

his bottom lip catches between his teeth, and he finds himself nodding — not thinking twice about the offer.

“use your words.” you tell him. his breath hitches, but he knows you’re not gonna give him what he wants if he doesn’t.

“p-please… wan’ your mouth.” he whispers in embarrassment. you smile even more, slowly leaning down to run your tongue over the mess — tasting him.

he’s completely in awe as you do so, eyes following you. but he lets out a lewd whimper as your tongue passes over his cock — the overstimulation driving him crazy.

you almost scoff, gently sucking on his tip — feeling his sticky, softened cock in your mouth. his body jerks upwards slightly, shivering at the intense feeling. all he can do is whimper, letting you do it. “mghh–“ he breathes out, eyes falling shut.

“such a good boy.” you coo, running your tongue back over his abdomen as he relaxes, laying back as he feels his dick stir at your praise — already wanting to be good for you again.

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crystalluvsu2 · 17 days ago

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His ass better be at my doorstep

⤷ 𝙩𝙚𝙭𝙩𝙨 𝙬 𝙛𝙬𝙗!𝙘𝙝𝙧𝙞𝙨 𝙥𝙩 9

⤷ 𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 ; 𝘵𝘰𝘹𝘪𝘤!𝘧𝘸𝘣!𝘤𝘩𝘳𝘪𝘴 𝘹 𝘵𝘰𝘹𝘪𝘤!𝘧𝘸𝘣!𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

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crystalluvsu2 · 17 days ago

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suit - Chris Sturniolo

summary: Chris has a wedding he has to get to, but he just looks too good in his suit that you just need to take him before he leaves.

contains: smut, soft dom!chris, stomach bulge, fluff, quick sex, bathroom sex.

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5:47pm

chris walks into the living room with a giddy smile on his face, adjusting his tie as he gives you a little spin.

"wooww, somebody looks dapper!" you grin teasingly, standing up off the couch and walking over to him.

he laughs, "matt had to help me tie this stupid thing." he scoffs, adjusting the black silk tie around his neck.

"you look so good though! i didn't know you even owned a damn suit." i giggle, adjusting the fabric around his shoulders.

"thank you thank you." he smiles, giving you a stupid wink as he tries to act proper.

"when do you have to head off?" i ask, my tone slightly quieter now as i drag my nails down his blazer, the fabric loosely hanging over his waist.

"like, 12 minutes." he says, checking his phone,

i give him a small smirk, the room going quiet.

he stares at me in silence, his arms folded over his chest.

"what do you want?" he asks, chuckling softly as i just continue to smile up at him.

"mmm, you knoww.." i shrug,

i can see it click in brain what i really want, how couldn't i? he just looks so good in his suit.

"when i'm home yeah? we don't have enough time." he whispers, pecking a kiss to my lips.

i shake my head, crossing my leg as i clench my thighs together, trying to soothe the ever-growing ache between my legs.

"please chris, i need it now." i whisper, staring up at him through my lashes with my big round eyes.

"i cant- matt and nick are waiting for me.." chris says, scratching the nape of his neck.

"just- just come." i whisper, grabbing his hand.

i silently pull him down the hallway to the bathroom, opening the door quietly before locking it.

"baby- seriously.." he whispers, hes trying to deny it, but i can see the hunger in his eyes as his eyes travel down my body, looking at the tight tanktop which hugs my curves just perfectly.

i drop down to my knees, fiddling with his belt buckle as i gently slide it off.

"please chris..?" i smile up at him, my tongue darting out to lick my lips.

"fine.. fine- we gotta be real quick though." he sighs,

my grin only grows as i unbutton his pants and slide them down his legs,

he's left standing in his black calvin klein boxers, an obvious tent forming.

i tug them down his legs aswell, his semi-hard erection springing out.

i take him in my hand, my fingers barely able to close around his girth,

he shakes his head, grabbing my hand and pulling me up off my knees.

"don't have enough time for that baby." he whispers, his voice hoarse and croaky.

he lifts me up and sits me on the counter, his hands instantly going for the waistband of my shorts and tugging them off.

he tuts, "no panties f'me?" he grins,

my cheeks heat up as i nod, "sorry.."

"'nah, don't gotta apologise for that sweetheart." he mutters, dragging a finger through my folds.

i let out a sharp gasp,

on a normal day, chris would tease me until im on the verge of tears, but today, he has to be quick.

"gonna be real quiet for me?" he asks softly, positioning his tip with my leaking hole.

i nod frantically, "yes- yes chris, promise." i mumble,

he suddenly slams his cock into me, i feel every single inch enter me at an ungodly pace.

he doesn't waste time to start thrusting, hard.

despite my earlier promise about being quiet, its pratically impossible now, i let out loud moans. his tip is abusing my cervix, his cock showing through my belly.

"oh baby, feel me right there?" he whispers, dragging his cold fingers over my tummy.

i nod with a strangled cross between a whine and a moan,

chris instantly shoves two fingers in my mouth.

thats hot.

my moans are muffled and almost silenced by his long fingers resting on my tongue, i close my eyes as i grip the counter top for dear life, the force of his thrusts nearly making me shift off.

"hurry up baby, gotta cum for me." he mutters under his breath, shifting his spare hand down to my clit,

he rubs quick circles on my clit, i feel my whole abdomen tightening as my orgasm rapidly approaches.

my head falls forward onto chris's shoulder, biting down on the fabric in a weak attempt to silence myself.

"good girll.. so good." he whispers into my ear,

i finally tip over the edge, my stomach dropping as i clench around his cock, i bite down on his shoulder hard as i orgasm, hard.

he thrusts into me a few more times before burying his cock deep, his release spilling out inside of me.

he quickly slides out of me, both of us panting as we lock eyes.

his cheeks are now flushed and his hair is messy, but he still looks somewhat presentable.

"you- you okay?" he asks, dragging his middle finger through my folds and pushing his cum back inside of me.

i gasp with a nod,

he reaches down and checks his phone,

"shit baby, matt and nick are waiting for me in the car, i gotta go." he mumbles, tugging up his boxers and suit pants, fastening the belt around his hips.

i let out a small groan in response,

"im sorry sweetie- dont wanna have to leave you here all messy but i literally cannot be any more late." he sighs, pressing a kiss to my forehead.

he goes to turn away but i stop him.

"wait-" i giggle,

he turns back to look at me,

i call him over as i stare at his shoulder,

his blazer shoulder his completely damp from my pathetic attempts to muffle them on it,

i reach out and wipe the fabric free of my spit, "sorry." i grin

chris laughs, "you're good, it was better than you screaming out into the house and alerting matt and nick that im indeed not taking a shit."

i giggle loudly, "youre grossss."

"youre gross!! you've got my 'fuckin cum leaking down your legs."

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crystalluvsu2 · 17 days ago

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downstairs - Chris Sturniolo

summary: bestfriend!chris absolutely blowing your back out while his brothers are just downstairs.

contains: dom!chris, bsf!chris, roughhhh sex, degrading, fluff, overstimulation.

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9:12pm

it all happened so fast, one second you were sitting on the couch, with nick, matt and chris, all calmly watching a movie, the next he was texting you very suggestive messages.

'i need you'

'im so fucking hard under this blanket y/n.'

'you'd meet me upstairs wouldn't you?'

you didnt say no though, infact you were excited by this idea..

i clear my throat, "im just gonna start getting ready to go home, goodnight guys!" i lie straight through my teeth to matt and nick, grabbing my phone and rushing upstairs, giving chris the look over my shoulder.

my heart thumps wildly in my chest, the thought of having sex with chris just felt so wrong, but also insanely right,

i swing open chris's bedroom door, before the sound of chris's footsteps fill my ear.

he follows straight after me, entering his bedroom before shutting the door and twisting the lock.

he stares at me with a look in his eyes ive never seen before, he looks almost deseperate.

my eyes trail down to the very large tent in his sweatpants, i reach my hand out and drag my nails over it, causing chris to suck in a sharp gasp.

i hum, "who's this for?" i ask, but he instantly cuts me off. he presses his lips to mine, his hand finding its way to the back of my hair and tangling his fingers through the strands.

i jump up into his arms, my legs wrapping around his waist as i moan softly into his mouth.

after a second he pulls away

"we really doin' this?" he asks as his tongue darts out to lick his lips.

i nod with a small hum, "no strings attached." i whisper.

a smirk grows on his face, "yeah? jus' wanna fuck your best friend for the fun of it, dont you?"

i nod happily, a smile growing on my face.

"naughty girl," he tuts.

he reaches for the hem of my shirt, pulling it off and throwing it to the side.

he reaches round a hand and unclasps my bra, with no struggle it instantly drops onto the floor.

my lips part, a small scoff leaving them. "how many times have you done that christopher." i laugh

"don't worry 'bout it." he grins, staring obviously at my bare chest.

“take it off.” he mumbles as he stares at my shorts.

i nod nervously tugging them down along with my panties, leaving me fully revealed in-front of him.

it’s somewhat humiliating, he is fully dressed and i’m just naked in front of him.

he smiles, reconnecting our lips and pressing my back up against the wall.

i pant heavily into his mouth as his knee slowly nudges my legs apart.

chris quickly breaks away from the kiss to pull off his shirt.

“please chris.” i mutter, my legs aching from how needy i am for him.

“please what?” he taunts,

“please fuck me..” i whisper,

he nods, pulling down his sweatpants and boxers, his fully hard erection springing out.

his tip is raw and pink, precum smeared all over it from how long he’s been hard in his boxers.

i stare down at it, “big..” i mumble, trying not to flatter him too much.

he hums, “bet you can’t wait to feel it in you, fuck.” he mumbles.

he picks me up again before throwing me down onto the matress. i land on my back with a small huff, chris looks down at me with hunger in his eyes.

“turn over.” he whispers, practically inaudible.

“huh?” i cock my head,

“turn. around.” his voice his deeper now, more commanding.

i nod flipping over onto my stomach.

he grabs my ankles, pulling me to the edge of the bed. i let out a small yelp as my body drags over the sheets

“hands and knees, c’mon.” chris mumbles,

i blush furiously as i get up on my hands and knees, my ass right infront of him.

“look at that.” he whispers,

he suddenly brings his hand down onto my ass, a loud slap. i yelp, a gasp leaving my lips.

he rubs over the red skin he just hit, before delivering another firm spank to me.

i let out a mix between a moan and a whine, the stinging prominent on my sensitive skin.

he delivers one last hard slap, the noise ringing out through the room.

“so fuckin’ hot, jesus.” chris breathes,

“you’ve done this before yeah?” he asks, rubbing the plush skin of my ass.

i nod, “yes yeah-“ i whisper.

“good, not gonna hold back on you, you know that right?” he asks,

i nod again, my arousal leaking out of my sensitive hole.

“gonna be nice and quiet for me aswell, nick and matt are downstairs, don’t want them to know you’re getting ruined in here.” chris warns,

“promise..” i whisper, arching my back in his face.

i feel his tip gently press at my hole, lining himself up.

“deep breath.” chris whispers, i comply, sucking in a deep breath.

suddenly, he slams his whole length into me.

all the air is knocked from my lungs as i let out a loud yelp, my eyes squeezing shut.

every last inch of him, slammed inside of me at once.

“chris- chris too much-“ i squeal, burying my face in the sheets.

“hm? don’t like me so deep?” he whispers,

i stay silent, i do, i do like him so deep.

he doesn’t waste time to instantly start thrusting fast, i moan loudly into the matress, clutching the fabric with my hands as i scream his name.

his tip slams against my cervix repeatedly, god it hurts, but in the best way possible.

chris is big, he’s stretching me out so much, not to mention the fact he’s also going crazy fast.

his hands reach down and slap across my ass,

“such a fuckin’ slut aren’t you? getting fucked absolutely dumb while my brothers are downstairs?” chris taunts, his voice low and gruff.

i let out a needy noise in response,

“bet you want them to hear, don’t ‘cha. want them to hear how good i’m making you feel.” he speaks, delivering another firm smack to my ass

i can feel his dick in my actual stomach, i don’t think anything has ever been this deep inside of me.

chris’s long hands drag down my back, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their path.

i can feel the chain on his wrist dragging against my flushed skin,

“chris- chris please- please slow down.” i wail, completely unfocused on trying to stay quiet.

“shut up, take it, you know you can.” he instantly snaps back, earning a loud groan from me

his hips repeatedly crash into mine, my cheek is pressed against the blankets on the bed as drool leaks out of my mouth.

he reaches his hand down into my hair, tugging on the strands and twisting it into a makeshift ponytail.

he tugs on this ‘ponytail’ he’s made, lifting my face from the blankets,

my moans are no longer muffled by the fabric,

he pulls slightly harder on my hair, gripping low down so it doesn’t actually hurt me, which is ironic considering the fact he won’t slow down. i’m not complaining though.

my back arches even harder, my eyes welling with tears at the unimaginable pleasure.

i hear him let out a low chuckle from behind me, “are you seriously fucking drooling?”

my cheeks flush red as i reach a shaking hand up to my mouth, wiping it quickly before instantly slamming it back down onto the matress, trying to keep myself up.

“chrisss…” i whine loudly,

“shh, sh.” he shushes me,

he suddenly lets go of my hair, letting my face fall foward into the sheets again.

i can finally let out more lewd noises with my face smushes into the blankets.

“i’m so close- please please..” i cry out,

he suddenly pulls out, my stomach instantly feeling empty and my hole fluttering around nothing.

“chris!!” i cry out again, making him laugh.

he is just so mean.

“turn over.” he speaks firmly, his voice very subtly shaking.

i roll over, my whole body aching, desperate for release.

“good girl, you’re so good at listening to me aren’t ‘ya?” he praises, he pulls me closer to the edge of the bed again,

i nod with a stupid grin, my mine completely blank.

he lines himself back up with me and i mentally prepare myself for what’s coming.

he slams back into me, the familiar feeling of him inside of me instantly soothing the ache in my pussy.

this time is different though, i can see him, and it hits me that this is the chris sturniolo who is fucking me right now, my own best friend.

i stare up at him, my eyes now narrow slits.

he reaches down and grips my breasts, his fingers twisting at my nipples,

he pinches them, causing me to clench around him as i let out a loud whine.

“didn’t i tell you to be quiet? what happened to you being good at listening?” he coos,

“i- sorry- ‘m sorry-“ i exclaim, tipping my head back.

i purse my lips together, trying to hold in my noises.

at this point there’s no hope of chris’s brothers not hearing me, it’s quite embarrassing actually, but it’s hot, so hot.

i exhale shakily, before another loud moan of chris’s name rips out of me.

chris suddenly clamps his hand down onto my mouth, “i told you to be quiet.”

i whine against his hand, my walls clenching down around him.

tears prickle in my eyes, dripping down my face into his hand as the pleasure gets too much.

i feel my orgasm crash down on me, my back arching off the bed as i squeeze my eyes shut.

“look at me, look at me.” he repeats himself, and midway through my orgasm i find the strength to open my eyes and stare into his.

a grin forms on his face, “so hot, so fucking good,”

his thrusts don’t stop though, if anything they pick up…

i feel my whole body on fire, my sensitive walls still being pounded into by chris.

tears roll down my cheeks, not tears of sadness, not at all. tears of pure ecstasy.

i groan against his hand, clamping my thighs together.

he instantly pushes my thighs back apart, “take it.” he mutters.

i see his head tip back as he gets close as well,

my mascara is now smudged against my face, chris’s hand still plastered onto my mouth to muffle my noises.

“fuuuck..” chris breathes,

after a few more thrusts he abruptly pulls out,

he strokes himself once more before finishing.

streaks of white paint my tummy, chris lets out a low whimper before falling down onto the matress beside me.

he pants heavily, i just lay still, my legs shaking as i try to catch my breath.

i have no thoughts in my brain, just pleasure.

“you okay?..” chris speaks up,

“i- i’m- i’m- woah.” i whisper, not even being able to form a coherent sentence.

“you’re woah?” chris grins,

i giggle in response, my whole body feeling like it’s on fire.

“really got fucked dumb on your best friends cock, that’s naughty.” he tuts,

i whine, “shut up..”

he chuckles, “i’m just messing with you sweetie.” he whispers, pulling me onto his chest.

i lay my full body weight on him, his arms wrap around me.

“you were so good you know that?” he whispers,

i nod, burying my face in his neck.

“let’s get you cleaned up alright? youre gonna sleep here instead of going home.” chris whispers, stroking my back.

he gently stands up, i’m still wrapped around him like a koala.

he takes me into his bathroom as he pulls on a pair of his sweatpants before sitting me down on the toilet as he prepares a wet rag.

“go pee yeah?” he speaks softly, it’s hard to believe he was degrading me 10 minutes ago.

i nod, following his instructions.

after i finish up chris picks me up, sitting me down on the counter.

i sit still, spreading my legs slightly as he gently cleans me up with the rag.

“wash your hands, you don’t wanna be dirty.” he grins,

“chris-! i haven’t even touched a single thing in here.” i laugh,

“i’m messsing with youuu.” he laughs back,

i roll my eyes as he finishes cleaning me up.

he picks me back up, walking me over to the bedroom as he sits me on the edge of the bed.

he dresses me up in his own clothes, his oversized shirt and sweatpants.

“you don’t want a shower or anything? i can run you one?” he asks,

“wait- can i go grab some water i’m so thirsty.” i complain, chris nods,

“yeah i’ll help ‘ya walk down there.” he says softly, helping me out of bed.

“i can walk!” i protest,

“can you now?” he giggles,

i nod stubbornly, walking very shakily down the stairs,

“you’re sort of like a baby giraffe.” he points out,

“aw thanks chris.” i roll my eyes, reaching the bottom of the stairs.

i look to my left and see matt and nick sitting on the couch.

they stare at me and chris with pure disgust,

“you two are ACTUALLY disgusting i hope you know that, never do that in my house AGAIN.” nick speaks up.

my cheeks flush a deep maroon as i turn around to look at chris.

he looks equally as embarrassed.

the silence is loud, before chris interrupts it with a small snort.

me and chris suddenly both burst into uncontrollable giggles, laughing stupidly at each other in the almost silent house.

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crystalluvsu2 · 17 days ago

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bricked.

warnings: smut, male masturbation, swearing, begging, getting caught.

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chris can't take it anymore. he just filmed a video with his brothers. he was rock hard the entire time. he was stressing over the fact that this wasn't a car video, and the camera had a very clear view of his crotch.

throughout the filming process he was continuously tugging down the fabric that repeatedly bunched around his erection, praying that it'll flatten out on its own.

after he gave up on that, he began to lean forward more, his stomach covering his hard-on. desperate attempt after desperate attempt, he gave up. he pushed it down openly, not caring if it was obvious.

he lets out a shaky sigh of relief when the camera beeps, indicating that the video is finally over. he hurriedly chats with his brothers before beelining it to his room, shutting the door behind him.

his chest heaves, eyes shutting. his pants are fully tented. he sits down on his bed and runs a hand across his face. he knows it's not gonna go down.

he lies on his back, staring up at the ceiling, legs hanging off the bed, feet resting on the floor. his hand almost has a mind of its own as it runs down his tummy to the bulge in his pants, palming himself.

he moans breathily, his eyes fluttering shut. he bucks his hips into his own hand, desperate for any stimulation. images of you, his best friend, flashed through his mind.

"fuck.." he whispers, untying the drawstrings of his black sweats. he lifts his hips as he tugs down his pants, leaving him in his cream colored boxers.

he palms himself harder, chest rising and falling increasingly quick. he whimpers as he glances at the damp patch formed right above his tip, giving in.

he tugs down his boxers, his veiny and thick length springing free. precum drools from his slit as he wraps his hand around his base, a thick bead of it rolling down the side of his shaft.

he slowly begins to fist his cock, picking up the pace as he goes. the pad of his thumb presses against his slit before rubbing circles over it, rolling his hips.

he lets out quiet and breathy moans, careful to stay quiet. this doesn't last for long, though. his moans get slightly louder the closer he gets. "please mama i-" he begs.

he continues begging to your ghost in his imagination, picturing that it's you fisting his cock instead. his eyes roll back in his head.

"please let me cum i need- i need to." he begs, as if there's anyone stopping him. suddenly, he bucks his hips, the coils in his abdomen snapping abruptly.

he whimpers and chews his bottom lip as bands of white paint his fist and stomach. he runs his thumb across his tip one last time before taking his hand off, lying there, breathless on his bed.

just then, there's a pounding on his door. matt's voice erupts from the other side. "quit beatin your shit, dude! i'm not deaf!" his eyes widen, a flush appearing on his cheeks as he hears matt's soft footsteps direct back to his own room.

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author's note: hi! i'm sorry i've been so inactive but ive been soo busy recently so just bear with me! when i have time and good ideas i write, but those two don't line up often. anyways, ill try to be more active if yall wanna see more from me. with love, bows, and sturniolos. 💗🎀

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crystalluvsu2 · 18 days ago

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texts w/ brothers bsf!matt + drabble

pt. 5

it had been two days since you last talked to matt. you didn’t want to admit the fact that him sleeping with another girl pissed you off. you didn’t want it to mess with you as bad as it did.

with you and matt being apart you realized how much you pained in his absence. how you ached for his touch. you would do anything to hear his voice, his laugh, even his moans and whimpers. you missed everything.

it didn’t take long for nate to notice something was wrong. he wasn’t going to push you, but he didn’t like seeing you like this, so after you came home from class one day he decided to check on you.

“hi.” nate said standing at your door, not moving so he doesn’t strike a nerve.

“uhhh hi?”

“are you um.. like okay?” he leaned against your door frame.

you sat up on your bed and crossed your legs, pulling a pillow to your chest, “i don’t know.”

“you know you can talk to me right?”

“no” you said half joking

“cmon don’t be a smart ass, i’m here for you y/n. you can talk to me about whatever is wrong.” he said tilting his head.

seeing your brother desperate for a reason as to why your acting so off broke your heart. you wanted so badly to tell him, to confess all your actions and sob to him about his horrible friend.

“i..” you start thinking about if you really want to risk matt losing his best friend, and your brother hating you, “i don’t think you wanna hear what’s wrong.”

“what is it a boy?” he asked chuckling

“um yeah actually,” it wasn’t a lie but somehow felt like it.

“oh, well you don’t need a boyfriend anyways.” he said shrugging

“it wasn’t a boyfriend nate,” you said your voice starting to tremble

“you wanted him to be?” he said hesitantly taking a step into your room

you thought about the question for a second. you yourself didn’t know the answer to the question. you knew you had a crush on matt, you had ever since your were little, but a relationship? you had always thought of it more as ‘friends with benefits’ but the more you thought about it, the more you realize how intense your feelings for him were.

“are you like in love or something?” he asked breaking the silence from his previous question.

were you in love with matt?? you didn’t think you were. i mean, he’s a fuckboy and your brothers best friend. sure you guys had amazing sex, you love his dick, the noises he makes, how dominant he is, and how good he was at it. sure he was funny, you loved his corny pick up lines, his stupid jokes, and his laugh. sure he was a good person, you loved how deeply he cares for his brothers, how he would listen to you anytime you were upset, and how well he treated your brother. you loved everything about matt, but you weren’t in love with matt, were you??

“i don’t know” you simply replied to your brother.

“well do you wanna go for a drive?? clear your mind??” nate suggests

“sure. thanks.” you smiled up at him. he just nodded at your turning around to walk out of your room.

“i’ll be in the car.”

matt’s pov

the truth was, being away from her fucking sucked. i wanted to text, but i didn’t want to push her. i only hooked up with another girl to hide my feelings from myself. having feelings for someone wasn’t normal for me. usually i can fuck someone without catching feelings easily, so when i realized i felt something for y/n, i fucking someone else to get her out of my head.

fucking someone else only managed to make things worse. the whole time all i could think about was her. no one felt like her, sounds like her, tastes like her. she was unique. she was herself, and that was what i liked about her.

the past two days i spent trying to get her out of my mind, but everything reminded me of her. something as simple as her favorite show coming on the tv would fuck with my mood. i tried seeing other girls, but i couldn’t bring myself to even touch anyone else. it all felt to weird, weird it wasn’t her i was touching.

nate had told me that she was acting different. that she wasn’t coming out of her room, and wasn’t really talking to anyone. that broke my heart. she’s hurting because of me. i hurt her. i hated that, but what i hated more was i couldn’t bring myself to apologize.

i was seated one the couch of a party, alone. i wasn’t particularly looking for anyone to hook up with, so when a girl came up and planted herself on my lap i thought about turning her away, but i didn’t. it felt weird, almost like i was cheating even though i knew i wasn’t. knowing how bad she was already hurting made it feel like i was doing something wrong, even though i knew i wasnt. but was i?

“you got a girlfriend or something, baby?” she whispered in my ear

“no”

“then touch me.” she said grinding herself on me.

she leaned down placing a kiss on my lips. she deepened the kiss, grazing her tongue on my bottom lip. she pushed her tongue into my mouth, trying to fight for dominance, but i barley reciprocated so she easily won. the only thing i could think of was wishing it was y/n.

“yo yo yo” i heard a familiar voice say. i pulled away searching for nate. i found him greeting our other friends before he spotted me.

“yo what’s up, matt.” he said dabbing me up.

when i looked behind him i saw her. staring at me, staring at the girl on me. she watched her hands explore my body, snaking up into my hair, falling onto my chest. she leaned in to kiss me again, but i swerved her only being able to focus my attention on y/n.

“are you in love with her or something? i thought you didn’t have a girlfriend?” the girl spoke up staring over at y/n

her question hit me like a truck. i never missed a girl this much in my life, i never felt sad over a girls absence, but for some reason i wanted her to come back to me like crazy.

i tried my best to hide these feelings from myself, but i couldn’t. i loved the way her hair smelt, the way her eyes crinkle when she laughs, the way she tenses up under my touch. sure i loved certain things about her, but i wasn’t in love with her. was i?

y/n looked like she had seen a ghost. it was like she snapped out of a trance, and she suddenly booked it for the front door. i pushed the girl off me and ran after her, but by the time i got to the front door, she was no where to be found. she wasn’t outside, in the bathrooms, up stairs, downstairs, gone. fuck

xoxo, isa

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crystalluvsu2 · 29 days ago

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Real

This is a little about me :p

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crystalluvsu2 · 1 month ago

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🤭🤭🤭

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CHRIS. ꒱

stay still ⋆ actually chris had to thank matt for giving him those boxes of condoms together before going to your house. It had been a while since they had seen each other and he missed fucking your pretty pussy. "fuck, stay still" your body would never forget how it feels to have chris inside you, but some time had passed and your legs were shaking, you couldn't stop moving restlessly under chris's control.

kitchen counter ⋆ chris is always supporting you in all your achievements, so when you told him that you would finally have your own apartment in los angeles, he was proud of you. "this is my humble home" It's the first thing you say when you open the door to your new apartment and walk past your curious boyfriend who was looking everywhere with excitement. You start giving it a little tour, "and this is my kitchen, I can't wait to prepare something delicious for you." you smile as chris keeps scanning the room. "we should inaugurate the kitchen" Chris talks and you get curious, "you don't believe it?" He asks you raising one of his eyebrows, as soon as you nod he has his pants down and you are naked for him while he eats you over the sink, "this is what I meant by eating something delicious"

Guide you ⋆ It doesn't matter if you get on top of Chris to fuck, Chris is a born dominator. He will always look for a way to control the situation, no matter what. Even with your body on top of him, his hand would guide your movements and from time to time he would give you light squeezes.

MATT. ꒱

Good girl ⋆ Who said that all influencer girlfriends hang on to their fame? You date Matt but still keep your focus on college studies. Unlike many boyfriends, When you stay up late, Matt usually brings you a delicious cup of coffee and something yummy to cheer you up, or just to keep you company while you study. Of course when you get some recognition he is more than proud of you. "You've been a good girl studying hard the past few months, I'm so proud of you" don't think that's all, he'll of course give you a big reward. "Fuck! It feels so fucking good!"

Camp ⋆ You and Matt were in his room finishing packing the last of your clothes. You had already prepared everything at home, you just brought your backpack to your boyfriend's house. You were lying on the bed, watching as your boyfriend finished his thing. "I can't find my dark shirt" Matt kept searching through your clothes. "It must be in my backpack, you lent them to me last time," you suggested to your boyfriend. Matt takes your backpack and rummages through your things, to his surprise he finds a huge amount of condoms. "Since when do we use condoms?" He makes fun of you. ""Leave that alone! Fool!" You scream in embarrassment. "Oh we're definitely going to fuck in that little company store"

fucking you into the mattress ⋆ everyone is surprised when you and Matt confirmed your relationship, why? because you are completely different. let's say Matt is a good guy and you are everything that is wrong. "come Matt!" you drag your boyfriend through the halls of your grandmother's house, you pushed Matt against one of the walls and melted your lips with his in a passionate kiss, matt followed you but kept looking to the sides and trying to keep his distance from you. "don't worry, they won't be coming up until they finish dessert," you try to dismiss your boyfriend's concern. "while you can eat your dessert." you play with Matt's lip and open one of the hallway doors to enter a room. "this isn't your room." matt looks worried as he watches you take off your dress and lay back on the bed with your legs open, inviting him. "wow! You're such an observer," you use sarcasm, but when you see your boyfriend in front of you, you roll your eyes and close your legs. "it's my grandmother's room, but that makes it more fun" you bounce on your ass on the bed. "come on Matt, they won't notice we did it, please..." you whimper, you look at your body and with a pout you murmur "daddy" that was enough for matt to fuck you on your grandmother's mattress.

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crystalluvsu2 · 1 month ago

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GUYS I NEED MOREEEEEEE PLEEEEAASSE

— WE ARE OVER —

C.S

warnings: crying, swearing, breakup, arguing, yelling, cheating

if i missed any, lmk!!

summary: everything seemed perfect, until that one night you and chris break up after 2 years due to him cheating, read to find out more

a/n: writing this from experience/what happened to me with my ex, i have gotten away from him & i have a new bf now of 1 and a half years!! have an amazing time reading, any requests are taken!!

not proofread!!

chris talking = orange

matt talking = blue

nick talking = purple

you talking = white

me and chris were lay in bed, watching tiktoks, his arm lazily draped around my shoulder, im wearing his fresh love hoodie which hadn’t been released yet.

i felt happy, my head nuzzling into his shoulder as his thumb scrolls to another video, making us laugh as it was matt as a child

suddenly.

his phone buzzes, i look up at the notification, seeing a message pop up

sophia🩷

i had so much fun last night, literally can’t walk lol!! x

my heart stopped, fell to my stomach and rotted in that moment

my ears rang, a high pitched sound, my stomach felt sick

chris instantly looks at me, throwing his phone against the mattress

“babe, let me explain-“

i refuse to make eye contact with him and stand up

chris reaches to grab my wrist to pull me back down but i pull my arm away from him

“don’t fucking touch me christopher.”

his face drops, we usually only call eachother nicknames like

“baby, babe, love, ma”

but him being called his full name made his heart drop even lower than it was

i walk out of the room, seeing nick and matt and nick sat on the couch in the living room, watching a movie

chris walks out after me, leaning against the wall

nick and matt look up at me, then chris, then back to me

“hey, you okay?”

i just stand there, skin pale, tears swelling up my eyes

“babe-“

i turn to look at him

“shut the FUCK UP!”

my voice echoed off the walls, the tears streaming down my cheeks as i look away from chris and sit on the arm of the couch, feeling physically sick

matt looks at chris

“what the fuck did you do bro”

chris stammers

“i-i- babe, please, please hear me out.”

matt repeats himself, his voice louder than before

“what the fuck did you do chris?!”

i refuse to make eye contact with chris, looking at the floor

i say with a low voice, barely above a whisper

“explain yourself.”

chris sighs

“look, it was a mistake, we were drunk, i only want you baby-“

chris tries to grab my hand but i push him away

“oh so ‘drunk’ is your excuse?! newsflash!! that’s the oldest trick in the book chris! you wanted to fuck her, just because i didn’t want to because i had been working all fucking-“

my words get cut off as more emotions hit me, tears staining my cheeks & neck

matt and nicks faces drop, realising what had happened

“dude, that’s fucked”

chris rolls his eyes

“will you shut the fuck up matt?!”

matt throws back at him

“no i won’t ’shut the fuck up’ because you know she loves you, with EVERYTHING!!”

his voice raises higher and higher

“and you go and fuck another bitch like she was nothing to you??! i’m fucking disappointed”

i look at chris

“we are fucking over chris. OVER!”

chris’ face has guilt and regret written all over it

“baby, you don’t mean tha-“

i cut him off

“oh yeah i do”

matt grabs my shoulder in a comforting way

chris holds back tears

“so you wanna fucking break up? i’m sorry you didn’t touch me when i was horny as fuck, my dick was sore!!!”

i scoff

“you could of jerked off chris?! not go fuck a whole other girl?! what the fuck is wrong with you?!”

matt chimes in

“Chris ive heard you jacking it a few times, what’s the problem with yesterday?”

i cut matt off

“also, thought you were drunk? or was you feeling like that much of a fucking whore?!”

chris stares at me

“look, it’s not like your any better?! your never here your always working at that shitty job?! what do you expect me to do! you come home, sleep, i wake up, your at work?!”

anger bubbles up inside of me, is he fucking kidding?!

“to put food on the fucking table chris?! without me working you’d be on your ass!”

chris grabs his shoes, phone and car keys

“just don’t talk to me.”

that was the last straw

“oh so your the one leaving now? proving you don’t give a fuck!!”

chris slips his shoe on and sighs

“your the only person i truly care about y/n”

his voice was low and shaky

i didn’t even realise he’d said that because of how quiet he’d said it

“if your gonna walk out of my life, i’d rather you do it, right fucking now, and go fuck sophia whilst your at it”

chris’ emotions pour over him, tears streaming down his face

“have an amazing life y/n, i hope you find the right guy for you one day, clearly, i’m not him”

he walks out of the door, slamming it behind him

no more late night tiktoks

no more fresh love hoodies

no more sweet kisses

no more bubble baths with him

no more chris

a/n: this was litreally made in 10 mins i’m so sorry it’s so bad but i hate reliving that day 😭 but sophia if ur seeing this n you know who tf u are, his dick wasn’t enough pleasure anyway, my bf now has an amazing cock, anyways , enough trauma dumping, hope you guys enjoyed!!

with lots of love & big tits — mia!!❄️

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AAASHHHHHHHBDJCJFJJCJNXX THE GOATYYYYYYYY 🤭🤭🤭🤭😫😫😫😫

— blurb of chris giving an attitude adjustment —

chris’ hips rutted harshly into yours that was for sure to leave a mark if kept up, and it dared to knock your knees down that were the only support your ass had to keep it up. Chris’ right hand was planted right above ur ass as he had you right where he wanted, doggy.

“so much for that attitude you were having huh? Now ya getting dumb fucked stupid kid.”

you were letting out incoherent babbles and whimpers as your hands gripped to his sheets for more support. You were already upcoming your 3rd orgasm of the night, and chris wasnt planning on stopping until that attitude was wiped from you.

“C-chris— pl.. fuck.. please..”

You didn’t even know what you were begging for, for him to keep jamming his tip into that gummy spot that made your body twitch, or for him to stop. Fuck, you knew you didn’t want it to stop. Your legs that were holding your hips up were becoming unstable from the relentless abuse on your cervix, creating a domino effect now affecting your legs.

Your knees had been dug into the bed god forbid it would leave a mark. Your throbbing knees started to slide down making chris’ cock slip from your swollen pussy. He instantly groaned and put your knees back up.

“Nope, don’t do that. We still gotta fix that ‘tude.”

He wasn’t careless, so instead he put his hands on either sides of your hips holding them up for him. Once he had you steady again he pushed between your folds again. You moaned as he perfectly filled your empty hole once more. He had paused thrusting for a second; which made you groan impatiently. You pushed your hips back for some sort of friction.

“Please.. just please don’t stop..! I’m—“

Your words instantly got cut off by chris switching angles, and as soon as his length dipped into your tight pussy he hit that soft spot of nerves. Once his tip kissed it, your back arched again; which made you let out the loudest noise you’ve made all night. You looked behind you to see chris smirking with amusement.

“That’s the spot pretty bird, that’s the damn spot.”

His hips slammed hard into those nerves over and over again, each time it filled you with this euphoric feeling. You felt that same knot start to build in your lower abdomen, the same one you felt earlier from your previous orgasms. You started to pant and your vision was replaced with blurry imaginary stars, before chris’ repeated thrusts cleared all thoughts from your brain.

“Oh— oh fu-fuck.. chris- chris im so close!”

You started to meet his hips in the middle you both were heavily breathing and sexual noises filled the room. The skin to skin, the wet noises, and just chris and his noises started to all infiltrate your mind; slowly getting you closer and closer. Randomized noises and squeals were getting fucked out of you continuously. Chris’ grunts and groans started to get louder as his pace started to quicken, if that was even possible.

“Yeah- yeah me too, fuck..”

Before you both knew it, you both came. Chris was pushed balls deep with his tip smashed against ur cervix. He immediately filled you as he felt you clench and release around him. He tried to nudge even further inside of you to pulse his cum as deep as it could go; even though it was physically impossible for him to go any deeper. A ring of white started to form at his base in a snap.

“That’s my fucking girl, shit.”

small ropes of cum were still shooting inside of you. Your sweaty face was laid against the bed, lids heavy, and lower half absolutely fucked out. Reality slightly snapped back into you as chris pulled out. You looked back and right as his cum was about to spill from you, he plugged ur hole with his thumb.

“chris..”

You whined, unable to release his cum. He chuckled and gripped ur ass with the other free hand he had. God. Just looking back at him in that black tank with his messy hair and stupid fucking smile, sandwiched by his stubble and goaty was enough to rile you up all over again.

“What? I want ‘chu to be filled with cum, not no fuckin’ attitude.”

AN: sorry for the blurb & not a full blown fic; honestly I’m losing love for writing those long ass fan fictions and I might spend more time making good blurbs for you angels to get off to. & yeah, it’s a shitty blurb; let a girl fucking slowly get started up on writing again!!

go to my profile & give me suggestions sweets 🪄

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crystalluvsu2 · 1 month ago

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THE END IS CRAZYYYYYYYY

MATT'S STREAM

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: dom!chris x reader

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: you and chris’ relationship isn’t out to the public just yet. when he’s on stream with matt, you tease him.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: SMUT, swearing, teasing, dry humping, cock warming, degradation if you squint, p in v, semi-public (?)

ASSUME YOU'RE ON THE PILL!

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 1,521

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: hiii i’m excited for this. let’s see how this goes :)

chris sits at his desk, spam clicking and smashing buttons on his keyboard. he talks to his brothers in his headset.

matt’s streaming on twitch right now, meaning that thousands of fans are watching the three of them play fortnite. you’ve been with chris for a few months, yet the fans have no idea. you both collectively agreed to keep your relationship out of the public eye.

hence why you are seated next to him out of frame, watching the stream go down. your eyes scan to his side profile. his brows furrow in concentration, his tongue sticking out as he focuses on the computer screen. you hear the boys scream in his headset, and he slams his hands onto his lap.

“damn.” he grunts out, glancing over at you for a moment and smiling.

“i’m gonna go to the bathroom.” he says into the mic before muting it and taking off his headset. he turns his face cam off and goes into the bathroom to do his business.

he comes out beats later, sitting back in the gaming chair, wiggling to get comfortable. you get up, which gains his attention. “you doing okay?” he asks.

“yeah. just need to stretch.”

before he could unmute his mic and turn the cam back on, you push the chair back slightly to have enough space to straddle his lap. he wraps his arms around your waist and welcomes you closer, kissing your collarbone. “they’re going to think i’m shitting.” he says jokingly.

your arms snake around his neck and you lean back to look at him. “say your camera broke.”

he smirks and puts back on his headset. “i’m back.” he starts. “for some reason, my camera is acting weird.”

“it’s all good. as long as we can still hear you.” matt’s voice replies.

the thin fabric you call panties rubs against his bulge through his red plaid pajama pants. you have a shirt on, one of chris’s FRESH LOVE t-shirts that covers you enough to look like a nightgown. a sensation tingles between your legs, and you start to move your hips slowly.

you hear chris groan, pressing a button on his keyboard. “what are you doing?” he asks sternly.

“i need to get comfortable.” you tease, rocking your hips harder. he opens his mouth to say something, but closes it and clicks unmute again.

you rest your head in the crook of his neck and continue to rock your hips, feeling him grow beneath you. he still talks to his brothers normally, but his performance on the game doesn’t look good.

“what the fuck is up with you, chris?” nick questions into the headphones.

“sorry,” he mumbles.

your hands find their way to the back of his neck and tug at his hair lightly. you breathe heavily to not make any noise since his mic is right next to your head. you don’t even notice your hips rutting and body tensing when you feel your release soak your underwear.

you exhale shakily, lifting your body and looking at the mess you made. there’s a wet stain on his pants on top of his hard-on. you don’t even have to look to know your underwear is ruined.

chris looks at you confused, before following your gaze. you go to get up but he grabs your hips and places you back to where you’re hovering over him. he unties his pants and pulls them down along with his boxers. he moves the mic away from his mouth, leaning toward your ear.

“don’t move or make a fucking sound,” he warns in a low tone you could barely hear.

he pushes your panties to the side and guides you down onto his cock, fighting off the hissing noise trying to escape your lips as he stretches you out tenderly and slowly. you and chris started having sex not long ago, but even after a few days without it, you had to readjust again.

this, however, is a first.

you guys never tried cock warming before. you felt so nervous. so excited. so full.

after multiple rounds of fortnite that felt like it lasted hours, your brain felt fuzzy despite not even doing anything. every time he talked, laughed, or celebrated a victory or loss, he’d thrust deep inside of you. and it drove you nuts.

you hear commotion on the other end of the headset. “fuck!” chris screams, jolting his hips further into you than at any other time. your eyes roll ever so slightly, mouth agape as your bottom lip grazes over his bare shoulder. it’s too late to take back the moan that came out of you.

chris’ hands make their way to your ass and squeeze hard, setting a reminder.

be quiet. right.

your patience becomes thinner and thinner, since it’s already been about thirty minutes. too desperate, you start to grind against him.

before he can do or say anything, you grab his mic and fist your hand over it so nobody can hear.

“please let me ride you. i promise i’ll be quiet.” you beg.

“so needy.” he sighs, taking your hand off of the mic and returning to the game.

rutting your hips forward, you start bouncing, your clit swollen from sitting still for so long without doing anything about it. you don’t know, but you could’ve sworn you heard chris groan.

too busy focusing to try to not make a sound by biting your lip, you hear sentences being scattered around from the boys.

“i don’t know, man.”

“this game sucks!”

“is your camera working yet?”

“no, sorry!”

little do they know, here you are, fucking yourself on your boyfriend’s dick like a bitch in heat.

you nuzzle your head in his neck and kiss a spot before biting down to stifle your pathetic sounds. chris hisses at the sudden contact and misses a kill, the other person killing him instead, costing them to lose.

“for fuck sake. chris, are you sure you’re okay?” matt asks in annoyance.

the tip of his cock brushes against your g-spot unexpectedly, forcing a whine out of you. “actually.” chris starts. “i don’t feel good, to be honest. i might log off for tonight.”

he quickly ends the discord call and shuts down his computer, stopping your movements. you look at him with glassy eyes, a frown portraying your face. he runs a finger up your spine before gripping onto your hair and yanking it, making you whimper. “first, you ruin my pants.”

he thrusts himself up into you, taking you by surprise with a gasp.

“then, you tease me.”

another thrust.

“now, you can’t follow simple fucking instructions.”

again.

a broken moan comes out of you, chris slapping your ass. “need me to fuck you so bad you can’t even wait two hours. instead, you get off by fucking yourself on my dick like your life depends on it. so pathetic.”

you whine of embarrassment, yet you don’t want this to stop.

“please.” you breathe out. “i’m sorry. please fuck me.”

with that, chris grabs your thigh with his free hand and starts plunging into you from below. his grip is still tight on your hair. you let out breathy moans left and right since each thrust takes the air out of your lungs. your eyes start prickling with tears from all of the built-up pleasure. “oh my— fucking— jesus— god.”

chris chuckles at your failed attempt to form a sentence. your moans transition into high-pitched squeals when he hits the angle that makes a knot form in your stomach. he releases his grip from your hair and moves it to your jaw, his hand that was on your thigh coming up to your mouth. he shoves in his middle and ring finger for you to suck on.

god, this felt good, and boy was it hot.

drool starts dribbling down your chin as you moan around his fingers and your eyes roll back. chris twitches inside you causing him to groan and take out his fingers, but your mouth still hangs open as unholy sounds come out of it. he releases your jaw and cups your ass with both hands.

“holy shit.” you whine. “i’m gonna cum.”

“let go, y/n. fuck you’re doing so good for me.”

because you certainly don’t have to be told twice, your whole body trembles and you fall forward. your hands cup the sides of his neck.

“i love you.” you moan into his neck as he continues thrusting to get to his release. “i love you so fucking much— jesus god.” you cry out when you feel chris filling you up.

he thrusts a few more times into your trembling body to get down from his high.

“look at me.” he says softly, bringing your head up to make eye contact. he smiles and kisses your lips. “i love you too, ma.”

when you come back to your senses you lift yourself off of him and stumble to his bed to sit down. chris pulls up his boxers and checks his phone that’s been blowing up on the desk in front of him.

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