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𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬 . . . 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 . . . 𝒃𝒆𝒅 𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒎 { 𝒔𝒎𝒖𝒕 } Panty-ripping pussy devouring, delicious shit, read to find out more. { Doll .ᐟ Reader x Chratt }

𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬 . . . Dividers by me. Tag me for credit if you use this as inspo. This idea came from their new Keurig lol

Neither Matt nor Chris could sleep. It was only one night, only a couple hours past midnight at that, and they just couldn’t do it anymore.

“Fuck it.” Chris is the first to break. He wanders up to Nick’s room, creeping in and kneeling down in front of you. You’re in a light sleep, as soon as he starts to caress your arm, your eyes start to flutter open. So much for a sleepover.

Your lips smack lazily, “Chris?” you ask, getting shushed as he starts to guide you to stand.

There’s no time for questions. He had already waited so long. Too long.

“Need you. Can’t - just can’t sleep and I…” his steps are getting quicker as he pulls you in tow. As soon as he pushes you into his bedroom, his lips are finding yours with passion.

A hum of relief vibrates against your lips. You feel his greed, his hands grasping a little tighter than normal. Afterall, he had been trying to hold back for hours.

His tongue is lustful, seeking into your mouth with a possessive sort of movement. You can’t help but moan as you feel him lay you down on the bed, climbing in between your legs as he grinds his hard bulge directly against your heat.

“See how bad I needed ya?” he husks, his lips starting to wander down your neck, the ridges of his teeth biting softly against your hammering pulse.

You can most definitely feel how bad he needs you. He’s so hard - painfully throbbing against your underwear that seems to get more damp by the second. The thin pj shorts are ripped off of you within an instant, cold air brushing against the soaked material of your panties.

And the thing is - Chris doesn’t even want to fuck you. Well, he does want to, but he needs to taste you.

He slides down teasingly, kissing the plush skin of your tummy before trailing lower and lower. Your breath hitches as you feel him sloppily kiss your clit through your underwear, the noise only encouraging him as he uses the same passionate movements he did on your lip just a brief minute ago.

He’s hungry.

No - he’s starved.

“Chris,” you sigh, your hips swiveling into the mattress as you feel him pull the bridge of your panties to the side, air from his lips puffing right against your sensitivity.

You're burning from anticipation. A long moan strung from you covers the sound of the door creaking, a visitor sauntering in and drooling at the sight.

Matt heard the footsteps of Chris dragging you down to his own room. He waited and tried to resist, but he couldn’t sleep either. There was no resisting the second he heard a soft moan from the floor below. At least no resisting he could manage anymore.

Chris doesn’t even take your panties off all the way. He’s too impatient, diving right in and absolutely devouring you. Your neck cranes from pleasure, your head tossing back and nearly hitting headboard - but Matt’s hand is quick to come between.

You recognize his touch immediately. The moans starting to spill from your lips are mesmerizing, but as your eyes land on Matt’s, he feels all his patience run thin.

“-feels good, hm? He eatin’ your pussy good, baby?” Matt tusks.

A whimper mumbling in your mouth makes Matt’s cock harden even more. He can’t help but sit down on the bed, cradling your head in his lap as he drinks in the sight of your mouth splitting open with lewd noises, the wet squelches of Chris lapping at your cunt with his tongue making his heart drum in his ears.

Chris is more than content - but Matt isn’t. He hates that your underwear is in the way of his view, he wants to see the mess - he wants to feel it.

He’s running out of air. Chris’s chest burns for relief, forcing him to pull away as he inhales in a deep breath. The second he’s pulled away, Matt runs his hands down between your legs. He doesn’t bother sliding your underwear down. No - he tears them, ripping them once, ripping them twice and throwing them to the floor.

“There we go,” he purrs, lightly tracing over your pulsating clit with his fingers. How could he not? It’s right there, begging to be touched.

Your back arches, pushing your head further into his lap. Your knees try to snap shut as you feel another pair of fingers tease your weeping hole - Chris’s. But he doesn’t let his view get blocked either. His broad shoulders keep you spread wide, the wetness of your pussy glistening in the moonlight.

“Oh - mygod, fuck!” you scream, clutching onto the bed sheets as both Matt and Chris concentrate on their precision even more. Matt notices how much your thighs tense when he moves his fingers around your clit, gently swiping over the nub with his thumb. Your hips are lifting off the bed as Chris curls his fingers, creating friction against that spot, making you become a pile of moans and screams as you rock your body against them for more.

“Please, please, please!”

You’re not even sure what you’re begging for. All you know is this feels so fucking good, too much yet you need more.

“C’mon, Doll, you got it, c’mon,” Chris praises, his lips starting to kiss gently on your quivering knee closing against him. He wants to see you fall apart, he wants to feel you fall apart.

Matt can’t make up his mind. His eyes are glued to how blissed-out your face is, your mouth hangs open, but your pussy looks delicious - glistening, sloppy, and swollen from stimulation.

They’re making you feel so good - exactly what they had both been craving all night.

“Ma - Chri - I - mmmph,” you moan.

Both of their names and absolute gibberish. You’re gone, lost in pleasure as you become a vessel of passion. Chris hisses as he feels your walls convulse around his fingers. Matt feels his dick twitch as he watches your hips move erratically, a sharp scream pursing through your lips as you truly fall apart.

“Good girl, fuckkkkkk - look at that,” Chris husks, watching a creamy-white ring form at the base of his fingers as he continues to pump you through the high.

They really just couldn’t sleep. Not when they needed this - not when they craved you.

Matt’s gut is tightening. He’s not even being touched but god - he’s close. It’s just such a pretty sight, it’s exactly what he needed.

Large puffs of air echo through the room as you fall limp, twitching every couple seconds. The proud look on both of their faces makes your heart crumble, the heat becoming impenetrable as you feel their focused stares.

Even though they’re aching to cum and be touched, they’re exhausted. And honestly, they’re satisfied. Now that they have you all messy and worn, they’re finally able to realize just how tired they are.

“Bed time?” you laugh, feeling both of them cage you from either side, arms swarming around you as they cuddle in closely.

“Mhm,” Matt breathes, his lips tickling against your ear, “-just needed you, sweetheart.”

Chris squeezes at your hips. He lets his nose brush against the underside of your jaw, “I wanna go to bed, but I also really wanna see you cum again,” he mentions.

He’s really not lying. It’s like his brain is finally relaxed with you around, but it also craves to see the same sight of you creaming all over his fingers again and again.

“Honestly…” Matt trails off, his hand starting to maneuver and massage up over your breast, tweaking your nipple. He lets out a hum at the sound of your gasp, “-how do you feel about some coffee than another round, hm?” he purrs.

Sure, you’re spent and exhausted. But, you’re not immune to how his words seem to make your stomach twirl with excitement.

“Espresso?” you wonder out loud.

Chris is already getting up. Matt is grasping you, laughing into your ear, “Nice and quick, yeah. Then…then we can get back to havin’ some fun, hm? Isn’t that sweet?”

You hum playfully, your nose scrunching at his sultry, yet pretty words;

“I guess so.”

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ivysturnss · 28 days ago

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just so we all know 🩷

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ivysturnss · 30 days ago

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๋࣭𝑴𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑷𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝟐 ✰ 𝑴𝒂𝒕𝒕 𝑶𝒏𝒍𝒚 𝑽𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏

๋࣭ ⭑⚝ 𝑭𝒊𝒓𝒔𝒕 𝑷𝒂𝒓𝒕

𝒓𝒆𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒅? Yes! By a nonnie<3

𝒘𝒄. 𝟓𝟗𝟖

𝒂𝒏. This took me an embarrassingly long time to start writing js ’cause I literally had no motivation to write... Yikes ×-×

𝒑𝒔𝒂! English is not my first language!

Matt’s hands held your wrists above your head, his hips slammed against yours with an intensity that made your eyes roll into the back of your head. Your jaw was slack, moans freely falling out of it—a totally fucked-dumb kinda look on your face.

"Fu--ck, sweets," he groaned loudly, his cock hitting just the right places. "Ha... gon’ fill you up so good—mffp—fuck," he grunted, "Your pussy’s fuckin’ pulling me in s’greedily, trynna keep me in there? Wan’ me to breed you huh?" He emphasized his words with a brutal slam and grind of his hips, lodging himself deep within your walls.

"M-matt, Oh—" Your words, or rather the lack thereof, dissolved into babbles for him to 'fill you up' and 'breed you full'. Matt’s mind fogged when he heard your desperate begging for his cum.

He was about to lose it.

"Cummin’— A-aahh... Ahn..." You cried out, and your pussy spasming rhythmically around his pistoning cock as your back arched. Strong waves of pleasure washed over you, hands clawing at his back as you gasped in between moans.

That, that did it for him and he erupted with a shaky moan.

His hot cum flooded your quivering pussy, filling you up to the brim, but his hips didn’t stop.

Oh no it didn’t.

In fact, his pace quickened even more, even as the overstimulation creeped in, and so did his noises of pleasure. His moans and groans that he desperately had tried to suppress had turned slightly louder, more high pitched.

He wasn’t holding back anymore, and well, quite frankly, he wasn’t holding back before, but this was different, something primal – something fulfilling.

It’s just— to put it simply, he just wanted you full. He wanted you absolutely leaking with his seed, he wanted to breed you, knock you up and he wanted your stomach to swell with his babies.

His own cum made a frothy mix in your pussy, leaking out the sides as he fucked you with reckless abandon, giving you everything he had.

It was sticky, messy and all in all, wet.

Shlurp’s and squelches filled the room, along with the bedframe slamming into the wall—most likely leaving dents.

Matt dropped his head down, the tip of his nose brushing against your collarbone, and his fingers tightened their hold on your thighs as he pushed them further into you, folding you completely in half as he surged forward and fucked you like you deserved.

"So good, s-s’fuckin’ addictive, can—ah—fuck this pretty pussy for hours," he babbled, his voice shaky from barely contained moans and exertion. His vision blanked when his orgasm approached rather quickly.

He was cumming again, and a lot this time.

His cum was now sticking to his pelvis and your pussy, making milky strands whenever he pulled back before slamming back in and repeating.

Oh he isn’t going to stop, is he?

You could feel an earth-shattering orgasm on the way, every nerve in your body screaming for its impending arrival. And there it was, the most toe-curling, back arching climax you’ve ever had, ready to knock the breath out of you.

You were quite literally shaking like a leaf, your moans now high pitched keens. And he surprisingly kept fucking you through it and directly to another orgasm.

His hips stuttered as he spilled into you again, he gasped for breath, hands shaking as he held onto your thighs like it was his lifeline as he kept going and going until you were both an overstimulated, quivering mess with hot milky cum making strings between your bodies.

Talk about stamina.

𓆩♡𓆪

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ivysturnss · 1 month ago

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❆ content warning: smut, use of toys, oral (f! & m!receiving), masturbation, cheating (kinda), getting caught, praise/degradation, voyeurism/exhibitionism, cuckold behavior, unprotected sex, threesome (ish), bf!chris, pervy!matt, gf!reader

❆ summary: chris buys you a dildo for christmas, and his brother matt, who has always had a thing for you stumbles upon you using it

Merry Chrattmas! 🤍 Sorry it's a little late. Inspired/requested by this ask.

Voyeur

"Alright, which one of you bought a sex toy?" Matt laughed after tearing open the package that had been left on the doorstep that morning without even bothering to look at the name of the recipient. He was holding up a glass dildo for the whole house to see. Nick's eyebrows flew up and his jaw dropped as his gaze meandered over to Chris from across the room.

"Give me that, asshole! What are you doing opening mail that isn't yours? What if it had been a gift for you?" Chris snarked, ripping the box and the toy out of Matt's hand. "Then I would have kindly asked you to return it," Matt chuckled, poking Chris in the side. Chris rolled his eyes.

"It's for my girlfriend, okay? Don't let her know that you've seen it, because she'd be really embarrassed," Chris responded, blushing. "I bet she'll look so good using it," Matt smirked, his imagination running wild.

It was no secret that Matt had always found you attractive. Everyone knew it. Chris knew it, Nick knew it, and even you knew it, but you'd oftentimes joke around, even to Matt's face, that you were a loyal Chris girl and that nothing could ever sway you.

Of course, Matt took this as a challenge and caused him to pine after you even more. You'd never admit to it, but you did secretly like the attention your boyfriend's brother gave you.

"Too bad you'll never know," Chris rolled his eyes at his brother's out-of-pocket comment and rushed off to his room to wrap the gift in private along with the pink Fresh Love hoodie he'd designed for you. He included a card in the gift that read:

"I hope you wear this hoodie and think of me the next time you get off without me. Merry Christmas, baby. I love you. Xoxo, Chris."

He scribbled in a poorly drawn heart at the bottom of the card. He swathed the box in gift wrap, tying a sparkly, pink bow around it and placing it under the tree.

It was only a few days later that you went over to your boyfriend's house to spend the night, and luckily, Nick was out for the evening, and Matt was on his way out, so the two of you were going to have the house to yourselves. It was the perfect opportunity for Chris to give you your present.

"You're going to love the gift my brother got you. It's gonna make you scream," Matt whispered into your ear and winked as he was getting ready to walk out the door. You rolled your eyes and scoffed at him, but your curiosity was sparked.

After he left, you and Chris sat in front of the fireplace in the glow of the burning wood and twinkling Christmas lights that were strewn around the tree. The scent of the sugar cookie candle that was burning down to the wick wafted through the air. Chris delicately placed the neatly-wrapped gift in your hand.

"I know it's not Christmas yet," Chris said with a warm smile, knowing you were the type of person who liked to wait until Christmas morning to open your gifts. You smiled back at him, fiddling with the pretty ribbon wrapped around it. "But?" You asked, waiting for him to finish his sentence.

"It's the kind of gift I want you to open alone," Chris responded, nervously biting his lip. You wrinkled your nose at him. Open alone? Too bad Matt knew what it was for whatever reason, you thought to yourself. You weren't sure where he was going with this, but that made it even harder to resist tearing open the gift.

"I'll make an exception. Just for you," you rolled your eyes in an endearing manner and began to tear off the wrap, revealing an unmarked box beneath the paper. You slowly removed the lid, and you gasped at the Fresh Love hoodie that was neatly folded on top.

It was your favorite color, and you clutched it close to your chest and gave your boyfriend an exhilarated smile. "Chris, I love it!" You glanced back down into the box where a card lay on top of some sparkly tissue paper. He'd made it himself, which made it that much more special. Blood rushed to your cheeks as you read the card aloud.

"Chris, what else is in here?" You wondered as you started rifling through the box. Your eyes widened and your jaw dropped as you examined the glass toy, and you picked it up by the pink heart-shaped handle. "Chris.. it's so pretty," you whispered.

"Not as pretty as you using it, though, I'm sure," he gave you a cheeky grin and nudged you. "I don't know how. You should show me," you gave him a fake pout and batted your eyelashes at him. You did know how to use it, but you wanted Chris to be the first one to use it on you.

"Take off your clothes," he lustfully whispered as you handed off the dildo to him, a smirk playing in the corner of your lip. You pulled off your sweater, revealing that you had nothing on underneath, and you took down the waistband of your pajama pants and your underwear.

"Fuck, you're already wet," Chris noticed aloud as you slowly spread open your legs, his fingertips lightly grazing your skin. He leaned down and started trailing kisses up your inner thighs while you gently combed through his hair with your fingers as he neared your heat.

He licked a long stripe up your slit, subtly flicking his tongue across your clit once he got to it. He placed your toy at your entrance and slowly pushed it in. You squealed and clamped your legs down around Chris' head as you stretched around the glass dildo.

He began to gently fuck you with it, listening to the pretty sounds that fell from your lips as you threw your head back. You gripped his hair, tugging on it as he picked up the pace of his tongue, quickly flitting it over your bundle of nerves. He closed his lips down around it, humming against your clit, your legs shaking at the sensation.

The dildo didn't feel quite as good as having sex with Chris, but it was good enough that you knew it would satisfy you the next time you were turned on and missing him. He worked the toy in and out of you at a gradually quickening pace, and your hips started to move in unison with it.

"Chris, you're amazing," you breathlessly purred, and he chuckled with your pussy in his mouth. He could tell you were getting close. He didn't fluctuate, his motions remaining constant while his pretty blue eyes flicked up to meet yours. You rested your hand on the back of his head, encouraging him to keep eating you as your whole body started to tremble.

"Yes.. please.. just like that.. mmm.. gonna cum," you said in a series of broken moans. You felt yourself squeezing around the toy the same way your thighs were squeezing around Chris' ears, and before you knew it, you were coming undone at the seams.

The pressure that had spent so much time building in your core finally reached its breaking point. You bucked your hips, riding the toy and grinding against Chris' face as you finished. Your broken moans turned to fervent whimpers, and your whimpers turned to desperate screams, just like Matt had predicted. Your eyes wandered towards the back of your head.

Chris didn't take his gaze off you. He loved making you feel good, and he relished in the way your body reacted to orgasm. He thrust the toy in and out of you and licked your sensitive button until you were completely finished and pushing his head away.

"Oh my god," you said, trying to catch your breath and recover from the intensity of your climax. Chris came up for air, his lips and chin glistening in your fluids. "That was so hot," he said in a low, sexy voice. You took the toy from him and leaned in to kiss him, tasting yourself on his tongue as the two of you passionately made out.

"You're so good at giving," you told him. "Gifts, I mean." The two of you laughed at your play on words. You both spent the rest of the night watching Christmas movies cuddled up on the couch with mugs of hot cocoa while the fire burned through the rest of the wood.

You and Chris eventually found your way to his bedroom where the two of you fell asleep in each other's arms tangled in the sheets. The warmth of his body wrapped around you and the comforting feeling of his hot breath on your neck was the last thing you remembered before you drifted off...

You awoke the next morning to Chris shifting around on the bed, and after you rubbed your eyes, you realized he was getting dressed to go somewhere. "Where are you going?" You asked in your sleepy voice.

"I'm going to go pick us up coffee and bagels. Just keep sleeping like a little angel, and I'll be back soon. I love you," Chris whispered, leaning down to kiss you and ruffle your hair.

You were hoping to sneak in a little early morning sex with him, but he was already putting his shoes on, and you figured you could just use the new toy he bought you while he was gone. "I love you, too," you responded in a sweet voice.

You watched him from your foggy window, flakes of snow starting to slowly fall from the sky. Your face lit up, excited that you were going to get your White Christmas after all. Chris blew you a kiss before he got into his car and sped off.

You sauntered over to the pretty box that held your gifts. You changed into the pink Fresh Love hoodie Chris had designed for you, and you twirled around in front of his big mirror, admiring how perfectly it fit you.

You reached for the phallic-shaped glass and held it in your hands, contemplating whether to wait until Chris got back or to use it. You decided on the latter, unable to contain yourself any longer.

While Chris was still out getting the two of you breakfast, Matt wandered in through the front door. He set his keys down, let out a sigh, and started off down the hall, completely unaware of what he was about to stumble upon.

He walked past Chris' room, but some movement out of the corner of his eyes caused him to stop dead in his tracks and take a couple steps back. He was surprised to find you there, considering he didn't think anyone was home.

What surprised him even more was what you were doing. You were laying on your back on Chris' bed in nothing but your pink hoodie, legs spread, and your pussy wrapped around the toy he'd accidentally opened in the mail a couple days earlier.

You were so enthralled with what you were doing that you didn't even hear him come in or see him as he leaned up against your door frame with a shit-eating grin plastered on his face. He raised an eyebrow as he studied the view, wetting his lips. It was everything he hoped it would be.

Your facial expressions were steeped in desire, ethereal moans rolling off your tongue, and your cunt stretching around the toy as you worked it back and forth. He immediately grew hard, watching you and imagining it was his cock pumping in and out of you.

Your eyes flickered up, realizing he was in the room with you. You gasped and shut your legs, holding the toy still inside of you as you clenched around it. "Please. Don't stop," Matt begged, reaching for the bulge in his pants and gently running his hand over it. "Keep going. Please. I just wanna watch," he softly begged.

It was so hard to see him stroke himself through his sweatpants and not do the same. You knew it was wrong to be feeling this way about your boyfriend's brother, but you felt your stomach drop as your eyes landed on the outline of his hard cock and before you knew it, you were spreading your legs back open and continuing to fuck yourself with your dildo.

"Does that feel good?" He asked you, and you timidly nodded at him with your bottom lip caught between your teeth. He walked forward a few feet, coming around to the side of the bed to watch you more closely. He reached out and lightly brushed your cheek with the back of his hand.

"We shouldn't be doing this," you quietly told him, but you couldn't help the way you relaxed into his touch as he caressed your face. "It's not like I'm fucking you," Matt smirked, and as he said it, your mind was immediately filled with ideas about what it would be like to get fucked by him.

Matt brushed his thumb against your bottom lip and gently pushed it into your mouth. You accepted it and started lightly sucking on it while Matt reached into his sweats and pulled out his pretty cock. You were shocked at how similar it looked to Chris', and it made it even easier for you to justify to yourself that you weren't technically doing anything wrong.

You sped up the toy thrusting into you as Matt continued to poke and prod your mouth with his fingers while he fervently jerked off at eye-level with you. "Good girl," Matt whispered as he ran his other thumb over his tip, coaxing a shiny fluid to leak from it. You sped up the pace as you watched him.

You knew the two of you were crossing a line, but you couldn't help yourself. Matt was too busy watching your toy glide in and out of your hole, and you were too busy watching Matt fist his cock that neither one of you saw Chris standing in the doorway with bagels and coffee as he stumbled upon the two of you and the way you were each hungrily looking at one another.

"Oh yeah? So I'm out getting you breakfast and you're using the toy I got you in front of my brother?" He scoffed, breaking the two of you out of your trance and making each of you jump.

He expected this from Matt, but he was shocked to see this kind of behavior from you. Matt pulled his thumb out from between your lips, and you each brought your movements to a standstill.

The longer Chris fixed his eyes on the scene in front of him, the more he found himself getting turned on by you playing with yourself in front of his brother. "Don't let me stop you. At least let me enjoy the show," Chris said, setting down the bagels and coffee on his dresser as he made his way to the foot of the bed and sat down.

You and Matt were dumbfounded, wondering if this was some kind of test. You halfway expected Chris to get angry, break up with you, or even physically fight his own brother. Yet, he was calm, and he seemed like he might have even liked it.

"Come on. Keep going," Chris demanded, and after a moment of hesitation, you continued to pump your toy into your drooling hole. Matt stuck his pointer finger into your mouth, and you started lightly sucking on it. A soft sigh left Matt's lips as he imagined you sucking on a different appendage, and he went back to stroking his pretty cock.

As if Chris could read Matt's thoughts, he flicked his gaze over at you, "Why don't you help him out?" He asked, a smirk playing in the corner of his mouth. You nodded and then looked back over at Matt who was putting his dick in your face that was silently begging to be sucked on.

You accepted him, wrapping your lips around his thickness as he started rocking his hips back and forth. He emitted a moan and his hand flew up to tangle itself in your hair. "Good girl," he softly purred, grabbing onto a fistful of your locks and pushing it further into your mouth.

He wasn't sure how far Chris would let him go with it, but he figured he'd test the boundaries until either one of you told him he was taking it too far. His other hand wandered between your legs. He started rubbing your clit, eliciting a moan from you that reverberated against his cock, leaving him with a lovely sensation.

"You're such a shameless little slut, aren't you? Letting my brother touch you in front of me as if I'm not your boyfriend?" Chris snarked at you, but you could tell by the luscious tone of his voice and the way he was stroking himself through his pants that he was getting off on what he saw.

"Come on, Matt. Fuck her pretty little face. She can take it. I promise," Chris encouraged him. He tightened his grip on your hair and did as Chris told him, jerking his hips forward triggering your gag reflex.

Matt continued drawing circles on your clit with the pad of his fingers as he stared into your watering eyes. His cock twitched against the back of your throat as he listened to the sound of you choking on him.

"Good girl. You take it so well. I wish I could fuck you," Matt purred. You moaned against Matt's length at the idea of him plowing you while your boyfriend watched. Chris was still gently rubbing his tip through the fabric of his pants as he watched the way you and Matt interacted with another.

"Merry Christmas, Matt. You can do whatever you want to her," Chris told him, getting harder and harder as his eyes flickered back and forth between the two of you. Matt's eyes twinkled as those words left Chris' lips.

"Oh, don't tell me that. I won't be able to control myself," Matt smirked, pulling his dick out from behind your lips with a pop. Matt grabbed the handle of your toy and slowly removed it from you and placed it on your nightstand.

"Go crazy. Can't you see how bad the little slut wants it?" Chris asked, staring down at the fucked out expression on your face and your pussy that was clenching around nothing.

Matt positioned himself between your legs, the tip of his cock teasing your hole. "You want it, don't you? You like the idea of getting fucked in front of your boyfriend?" Matt chuckled, breaching your entrance and beginning to gently rock his hips back and forth with only the first few inches of him inside you.

You slowly nodded, screwing your eyes shut as your jaw dropped at the change in sensation of Matt replacing your toy with his throbbing phallus. With every thrust, he pushed it in a little deeper until he was completely bottomed out inside of you, hitting the perfect spot.

The sounds of each of your moans dragging out and becoming louder as Matt pumped away. He placed your legs on his shoulders, fucking you harder and faster as you felt the pressure in your core building and building.

He pushed up your pink hoodie, revealing your perfect tits to him, and he gently squeezed one as he admired them. "Fuck, look at these," Matt whispered, pinching your nipple between the pads of his fingers, eliciting a soft mewl from you.

You could see Chris out of the corner of your eye moving towards you and coming around to the side of the bed. He took your hand in his and started caressing the back of it with his thumb. "Is he making you feel good?" He whispered into your ear before kissing your forehead. "Mhmm," you hummed delightfully.

It was always a fantasy of his to watch you get fucked by someone else, and although this wasn't exactly how he pictured it, he figured he couldn't let the opportunity go to waste.

"You take it like a little slut, you know that?" Chris cooed in your ear before latching onto your neck. You nodded, relishing in the way he spoke to you and the way his lips felt as he sucked on your sensitive flesh.

Matt loved the way it felt to be inside of you. He'd been fantasizing about it forever. He'd never admit it, but he'd stayed awake many nights, ear pressed up against Chris' door with his hand in his pants, listening to the sound of you getting fucked. He'd memorized the way your sweet little moans would slowly morph into seductive screams every time Chris would bring you to orgasm.

Now he was the reason pleasured noises were cascading from your lips, and he couldn't get enough. He knew you were getting close. "Oh, that's it," Matt grunted as he threw his head back, feeling you squeeze around his cock.

"Are you gonna cum for my brother?" Chris purred in your ear, recognizing the way your body was reacting and knowing you were about to finish. You looked into Chris' eyes and slowly nodded as the knot in your stomach came unraveled, your pussy rhythmically clenching around him.

"Good girl," Matt breathlessly whispered, pounding into you as hard as he could. Your pleasure reached a crescendo, and you heard a ringing in your ears and a strong buzzing throughout your body as you came undone on Matt's cock.

You couldn't see or think straight. All you could feel was an intense surge of pleasure followed by a wave of calmness washing over you as Matt's dick started to throb inside of you. He pulled out at the last second, painting your stomach in his load and pumping his cock back and forth with his fist until he had milked himself dry.

His eyes rolled back in his head, and his moans filled the room as he finished all over you. "Oh my god," he breathlessly whimpered, wiping beads of sweat from his forehead. Chris' eyes followed the mess he made, his cock jerking at the sight.

"Hey, Matt. Just letting you know, this was a one-time thing, and if you're not out of here by the time I come to my senses, I might fucking kill you," Chris said sternly. Matt nodded, quickly pulling himself to his feet and tucking himself back into his pants before darting out of the room.

"Loyal Chris girl, huh?" Chris snarked at you, using your own words against you. "Chris.." you started to say, expecting him to get angry with you next. "It's okay. I'm not mad at you. I'm not mad at Matt either. I just wanted to see him run away like a little bitch," he told you, his lips curling into a devious smile.

"I actually really liked watching you two together," he admitted, biting his lip. Your eyebrows flew up in a look of surprise. You could tell he liked it, but you didn't think he'd confess to it. "Come on. Your coffee's probably cold by now."

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ivysturnss · 1 month ago

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꒰ STURNIOZ KINKMAS '24 ꒱ !

fratboy!chris has another surprise for shy!reader. tw. butt plugs, double penetration (for those who are not comfortable)

꒰ PART ONE ꒱ but this can be read as a standalone.

"take your panties off 'n get on the bed, bun.. just like i told you before."

you chew on your bottom lip nervously as you stare at the bunny tail butt plug chris has in his hands as you hook your fingers beneath the elastic band of your panties and pull them down your legs, shivering at the cold air that hits your skin.

you lay flat on your stomach, your body tensing when you feel chris grasp your hips, his fingers digging into your plush ass to pull you up onto your knees, making your back arch and present your most vulnerable parts to him.

you're so embarrassed—just like you were before—having him see you in such an open position that you shove your face into the blankets to hide your warm face, trying to forget that was happening until you feel the cold sensation of the lubed metal butt plug pressing against your puckered hole.

you fidget and gasp a little, body tensing up once again at the feeling of being stretched but chris shushes you, rubbing soothing circles at your lower spine with his thumb as he slowly pushes the toy inside.

as he works the plug deeper, your breathing hitches at the back of your throat, a whimper escaping your lips at the initial discomfort that soon fades into something a little strange—more tingly, more pleasurable.

"good, you got it... keep relaxin' f'me, bun.. almost there."

you comply to his words, allowing your body to relax and enjoy the sensations to let the bunny tail be fully seated inside, and you hear a content hum vibrate in chris' chest as he pats your ass.

"there we go.. good job." chris praises suddenly, and the words send a shiver down your spine and heat to rise to your cheeks, a shy smile spreading across your lips until a gasp emits from you, tensing up when you feel chris fingers reach between your thighs to touch your puffy folds. "remember what i said before, bun?"

"n..no?"

chris clicks his tongue against his teeth. "dumb bunny, hm? can't even remember anythin'."

"m'not dumb," you pout softly, your words slightly muffled by the blanket lets flush against your mouth. "right, right... 'cos surely you'd remember me wantin' to be inside your guts while the tail is in your ass, yeah?"

oh.

oh you remember that now.

you swallow thickly as you nod your head, your hands sliding up the sheets and gripping the fabric tightly as you hear chris shuffle behind you, the metal clanging on his belt as he unbuckles it.

"y'gonna let me in, bun? see if you can fit me in there?" he asks you, and you don't trust yourself to use your words as you nod your head weakly, only to whimper when you feel him pinch your thigh. "speak, kid."

"y-yes—yeah," you whisper, clearing your throat as you raise your head up a little to speak properly. "yes.. please."

"please," chris mocks you with a quiet laugh. "a'ight.."

the feeling of his hand back between your thighs, cupping your pussy and coaxing his fingers through your slick folds has your eyes rolling to the back of your head, especially when he finds your opening that's already beginning to clench around nothing.

you remain still as possible when chris' hips press against your ass, nudging the bunny tail only slightly but it still makes you let out an airy, causing him to chuckle as he aligns himself at your entrance.

"deep breathes, yeah?"

"mhm."

your words come out muffled as chris' cock begins to sink into your welcoming warmth, stretching out your walls deliciously. you struggle to breathe as he fills you up—and the feeling of being stuffed from both holes is enough to have your mind swirling and a cry to seep past your lips before your head slumps down to the bed, parting your lips to bite down onto the sheets.

"fuuuuuck..." chris hisses through his teeth as his hips lay flush against your ass he buries himself to the hilt, his hands gripping your waist tightly. "fuckin' tight, bun. shit—"

with slow and deliberate thrusts, he begins to move, withdrawing until only his tip lays nestled inside before sliding back in and you mewl, drooling around the bedsheets with each push of his hips while the bunny tail plug continues to stimulate your ass, adding an extra layer of pleasurable sensations to each stroke.

"o-oh—oh—ah... nngh... ah.. ah..." your sounds are muffled but uncontrollable as chris picks up speed, skin slapping against skin as his nails dig into your hips, keeping you still as he fucks into you from behind.

the plug in your ass twitches and bumps against your walls with every movement that chris makes, and it makes you more responsive and loud—stimulating you until tears start to bubble in your eyes.

"y'feel me, bun?" chris asks you between grunts, and he circles his hand around your wrist to guide yours to your tummy, pressing hard against the soft skin. "feel me in there?"

you let out a pleasurable cry at the feeling of him in your guts, his cock bumping against your palm on your belly with every deep thrust and he hums, angling his hips to hit that sweet spot inside that immediately makes you wail, body pushing up the bed as you crawl away from the stimulating pleasure.

"where you goin'?" chris laughs as he pulls you back onto his cock, and your mouth opens in a silent gasp as you slump against the sheets, your pussy clenching around him tightly as he leans over you, his chest pressing against your back as he continues to rut into you wildly, his breathing heavy in your ears. "gonna cum all over this dick, yeah? gonna make a fuckin' mess f'me."

divider credits. @issysh3ll

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ivysturnss · 2 months ago

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𝑴.𝑺 ✰ 𝑩𝒊𝒓𝒕𝒉𝒅𝒂𝒚 𝑺𝒆𝒙 ✧ 𝑪.𝑺

───~𓆩♡𓆪~───

"𝒐𝒉 𝒇𝒖—𝒄𝒌, 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒑𝒖𝒔𝒔𝒚’𝒔 𝒔𝒐 𝒈𝒐𝒐𝒅—𝒔’𝒈𝒓𝒆𝒆𝒅𝒚, 𝒔𝒖𝒄𝒌𝒊𝒏’ 𝒖𝒔 𝒊𝒏 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕."

𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒔⚠ strong language, obscene descriptions, established polyamory, threesome, raw doggin’, creampie, breeding kink, bondage, oral (f! receiving), dp♡, toys, size kink, squirting, pet names, overstimulation (f!), degradation kink, praise kink, pain kink, domxsubxdom, daddy kink, spanking, blindfold, gag & every kinky thing in the book. [No incest, don’t play those games]

𝒘𝒄. 𝟤.𝟩 𝒌

𝒑𝒔𝒂. English is not my first language! 𝑴𝑫𝑵𝑰 [Smut]

𝒂𝒏. I’m finally 18! Which means I can finally write filthy deranged smut without anons after my ass about it in my asks and what better way to celebrate it than a low-key hardcore kinky Chratt smut ×-×

You sat at the edge of your bed as Chris and Matt stood in front of you, both wearing little party hats and holding a medium sized cheesecake. You did celebrate your birthday with the triplets already, but they insisted on celebrating it again at your place. Your initial reaction was of confusion, but all you did now was giggle as they helped you wear a party hat of your own.

Just after they made you blow out the candles, all hell was let loose. One moment you were cutting the cake and the next they were eating it off of you. Your breathy sighs were cut short when the toys came into play. The toys, handcuffs, s&m ropes... where and when did they get them? Even you were surprised at the variety thrown on the bed beside you. They did have quite a few kinks, but was it ever this... much?

You looked up at them – now standing in front of you half naked, already fumbling with their belts. A chuckle rumbled out of you. "Wow," you breathed out, "should’ve warned me beforehand, quite a collection you got here." Their hands halted as they looked at each other and back at you, eyebrows raised. "Should’ve warned you?" Chris chuckled, and Matt chimed in with a smirk. "Sweetheart," he cooed, "there’s no need for warnings, we know what you want."

A noticeable shiver went down your spine, making the brothers chuckle in unison. They quickly shed the rest of their clothes, their erection bobbing obscenely as they walked back to your sprawled out form on the bed, still somewhat covered in the cheesecake. Their hands roamed over your body, heating the skin under their touch and making your body work overtime to produce slickness – your cotton undies soaked with it.

They couldn’t help but swallow thickly at the sight of you so vulnerable under their gaze, their touch sending more shivers down your spine hence the goosebumps appearing on your arms. Matt slowly licked his lips absentmindedly, feeling a bead of precum slowly rolling out of his slit and down the head of his cock. He hastily took off your underwear and Chris helped him by hoisting your hips up slightly—not letting you do any work.

You hissed in a breath when the cool air hit your throbbing clit, aching with need and slick with arousal. The sight of your pussy weeping just for them made their cock’s twitch. "So, birthday girl, whaddya want first? Toys or us?" Chris smirked, inching closer to you. You chuckled, "seriously Chris? You’re seriously gonna ask that? Toys over you two?" Chris chuckled at the obvious sarcasm in your tone, shrugging slightly as he spoke, "gotta ask ya ma, it’s crucial."

Matt rolled his eyes, playfully, before grabbing your knees and opening you up fully. Your breath hitched at the sudden exposure, looking at Matt with a look that screamed 'fuck me' which definitely didn’t go unnoticed by the brothers. They exchanged one knowing glance and immediately got to work. Chris gently cuffed your hands with the fuzzy black handcuffs while Matt tied your body up in pretty knots.

Your gaze fell down and over the bondage before going back to Matt, then Chris and back to Matt, a soft confused grin on your face. "Didn’t know you knew bondage stuff," Matt grinned bashfully at your words, a small hint of blush creeping up his neck. "Well, you don’t want me to get into detail." He simply said, his hand trailing down your torso adorned with the rope.

Your muscles tensed under his fingertips, a sharp intake of breath when the pad of his thumb made contact with your puffy clit, your whole body twitching. "Look who’s sensitive," Chris chuckled, "ain’t ya so fuckin’ ready for us ma?" Matt smirked as he ran a long finger up your slit, "oh she’s soaked alright, sooo soaked, all this for us huh?" you nodded despite the pink adorning the tips of your ears.

"Tsk—tsk," Matt clicked his tongue, "words, baby, use your words," he purred, "all this for us?" his tone wasn’t so playful anymore, more intense—more seductive. "Yeah, all of it... for you two," you said, averting your gaze for a moment as a sudden pang of embarrassment settled in you. "Ah-ah, no lookin’ away, look at us." Chris turned your head gently so you were facing them again.

"There, more like it," he chuckled, "oh and a piece of advice ma? You’re gonna be so fuckin’ embarrassed from all the beggin’ you’re gonna do later if you’re already embarrassed now so don’t think ’nd just feel— actually..." Chris trailed off, and he and Matt exchanged another glance before he scurried off to his discarded jeans and retrieved something from it.

A black silk blindfold... Oh? Now you know what they’re planning with that shit-eating smirks on their faces. Your mouth went dry, feeling your arousal run down your slit. "Y’kay with this, yeah?" You nodded, "yeah," you mumbled and let them blindfold you. Every slight graze felt more electric than before with your sight gone.

Your body jolted subtly when you heard the sudden sound of buzzing—undeniably from a vibrator. You didn’t even know whose hands were on you, so many sensations were given just from their hands roaming aimlessly over your bound body. Your thighs twitched when the tip of what seemed to be a wand vibe touched your inner thigh, buzzing gently against it – barely grazing it.

You squirmed ever so slightly, the throbbing in your core too much to bear. "Chris—Matt, please... I—I need it," you begged pathetically, feeling your cheeks flush in shyness. "Oh, don’t be shy now sweets, focus alright?" Matt tapped your inner thigh with the vibe repeatedly causing you to jolt each time. Chris chuckled lowly, "oh fuck, think I might get addicted to this... the whole bondage thing."

Your lips parted slightly to let out a breathy moan when the vibe finally connected with your aching nub. Your back arched but only for a split second before Chris pressed it back onto the bed. You frowned, confused, but the feeling of the vibe slowly getting stronger with each press on its button by Matt made your thoughts disperse into a puff of smoke. "A—hhn," you moaned, feeling a familiar knot forming rapidly.

Suddenly the vibe stopped, making you let out a whine of despair. "Wha– why, please—ohh fu—ck," your eyes rolled back behind the blindfold, wrists tensing against the bounds and breaths coming out in short gasps and moans. Matt had purposely pressed the setting to max and without a warning put the tip back on your puffy clit hence your euphoric reaction.

"Too much!" you mewled, your hips rolling to try and escape the vibrations, but the combination of Chris holding your hips down on the bed and Matt moving the vibe wherever you moved to was enough to drive you insane. Your moans grew louder as you rapidly approached an earth-shattering orgasm. "Oh fu—ck," you cried out when you felt a thick intrusion and no, it wasn’t warm indicating the... dildo vibrator? The moment you felt the vibrations deep in you—you knew you were done for.

Your whole body tensed and shook when the vibrating toy moved in and out of you, effectively hitting all your sweet spots all while the wand worked your clit. You let out a series of gasping moans, "w-wait, I’m gonna—cum, gonna, gonna cum oh- fu—ck," you wailed when the sensations became too much. The band snapped in your lower abdomen, your eyes widening behind the blindfold as you came hard.

Matt groaned aloud, "yeah, give it to us sweetheart, c’mon one more," he turned both the vibes off, tossed them somewhere on the bed and immediately dove down to get a taste of you. Moaning at the taste as he ate your sensitive cunt out, eliciting pornographic moans from you. Chris quickly secured the gag over your mouth, muffling your sounds of pleasure as you writhed against their touch.

Chris needed you in his mouth too, so when he saw your hardened nipples looking so invitingly, he just couldn’t resist himself. Your mind blanked when you felt another big one just out of reach, but when Chris suckled hard on your nipple while tweaking the other one between his fingers? You were already painting Matt's face with your cum. The clear liquid sprayed out while you sobbed in pure ecstasy. Your eyes screwed shut and body tense.

Matt pulled away after licking one lingering stripe up your slit, savoring your taste before rising up, his face glistening in your juices. Their cocks were painfully hard, all swollen at the tip and precum dripping down it. Chris gave himself a few pumps, moaning in pleasure at the relief. Just the sounds were enough to make you clench around nothing, your quivering pussy ready for more.

"Oh, you ready for us ma?" Chris chuckled when he got no answer, "c’mon answer me," he gently slapped your pussy, making you jolt from sensitivity. "Wha–?" you mumbled lazily, the gag preventing you from talking and your mind hazy from pleasure. "I said, you ready for us?" You nodded slowly, your expression nothing short of desire, "please—" as if to say 'say less' they quickly adjusted your position so you were laying on top of Chris, facing him, with Matt behind you.

"Look at that soaked pussy, so needy for us ain’t you?" A surprised yelp came from you when Matt spanked you, leaving a faint red mark, oh was he loving this. He gave your ass a few more slaps, watching intently as your body reacted to the sting and to no surprise—you were enjoying it. "What a filthy whore," he muttered under his breath, but it was loud enough for you to hear and that did it for you. The way he said those degrading words, directed only to you, seemed to make you roll your hips to try and get any type of friction.

Chris exchanged a smirk with Matt, clearly amused by your antics. They loved when you got so desperate like now, letting out soft whines and begging them for more all while being completely tied up and helpless, gagged and blindfolded. They enjoyed tormenting you as much as you enjoyed it yourself.

"Alright, here is me," Chris aligned himself with your wetness and slowly pushed inside, groaning as he did so, "fuckin’ tight as always... but don’t worry mama, we’re gonna stretch you out just fine." You moaned at the intrusion, the feeling of his cock stretching you out – on its own – was enough, but Matt wanted some of that too. Your eyebrows knitted together under the blindfold when you felt Matt’s thick head nudge at your already full pussy.

Your body shivered when you felt the cold slickness. Lube... Oh, he was serious about this, wasn’t he? You bit down on the gag as he slowly pushed until his tip popped through, Matt’s hand ran up and down your back soothingly. "You okay sweetheart? hurts?" You nodded, and Matt sighed before pushing until all of him was inside alongside Chris, both of them groaning at the tight fit. "Fuck, sorry," he mumbled shakily, his large hands grasping your hips.

Your eyes nearly rolled back when Matt drew out before slamming back inside, a loud muffled whimper escaping through the gag. Your hands gripped onto the handcuffs behind your back for dear life when they both started to move after feeling you relax around them. "Oh, fu—ck, your pussy’s so good—s’greedy, suckin’ us in like that," Chris groaned, taking off your gag to pull you into a searing kiss.

Chris swallowed your moans of pleasure-pain, a messy sloppy kiss that turned your brain to mush and the feeling of their hefty lengths moving in and out of you mercilessly was enough to bring you closer. Chris soon broke the kiss, gasping softly for air as he kissed down your neck. Matt gripped a handful of your hair and yanked your head up, arching your back, hitting spots that made your thighs quiver.

"You’re doing sooo good for us... such a good girl for daddy huh?" Matt emphasized his words by going balls deep, "see? Taking both of our cocks without a complaint, fucking addictive ain’t ya?" he rasped. Chris suddenly slammed up, burying himself to the hilt—stretching you out completely. Your tears of pleasure soaked the blindfold, your words turning into incoherent babbles about how good it was with the occasional pet name daddy thrown in.

Matt loved hearing you call him daddy, and Chris? Well, despite his otherwise annoyed expression whenever you call him it, he secretly enjoyed it a whole lot. Especially when you were so cock-drunk and calling them daddy like now. "P-please, daddy—harder." You mewled, the words spilling out of you without a second thought.

If you weren’t so drunk on pleasure then you would’ve been so fucking embarrassed, but all you could think about at the moment were their hard cocks nestled deep in you. And they gave you exactly what you wanted, how could they not? You were begging so needily, so desperately and they would be lying if it wasn’t the most erotic thing they’ve seen before. Their hips picked up pace, hands roaming all over your body and grazing the ropes.

"So fuckin’ beautiful," Chris murmured breathlessly as he leaned up slightly to capture one of your nipples in his mouth, biting and suckling on it. Your body trembled with pure unadulterated pleasure as they continued ravaging your body. "S’good, so big o—h," you babbled, your words dissolving into moans as they hit every spot that made sparks light up behind your eyes.

You could feel the pressure slowly building, the knot tightened with each of their thrusts until you couldn’t hold back anymore. With a loud withdrawn moan, you finally let go, your body wracked with aftershocks as they fucked you through it and immediately to a new high. Your body reacted so strongly to them and their words that you were already cumming again.

Their paces faltered before abruptly fastening, now laced with pure desperation for release. You could hear the profanities leaving their lips as well as ragged moans and groans. "Fuck, gonna fill you up s’good ma, fuckin’ knock you up, make you our baby mama." Matt chimed in, "yeah—fuck, you gonna be our breeding slut? Our good girl?" he groaned, their breaths hitching as they got closer and closer.

You could only respond with a series of 'yes' and 'fill me up', too fucked with pleasure to make full sentences. And they did, one after the other, filling you up to the brim with their seed until it was leaking out the sides of your stuffed full cunt. "Oh fu—ck," they moaned in unison, feeling your eager pussy milking them for all they’re worth. They slowly pulled out, seeing your pussy stuffed full with their cum sent a thrill down both their spines.

After catching their breaths, Chris took off your blindfold and you squinted at the sudden exposure to the light despite it being a dim bedside lamp. You blinked, your voice hoarse from all that moaning. Matt’s hands deftly worked to untie the knots, and after a few minutes, you were finally free from all the restraints. Your body was covered in light pink marks of where the ropes were, the handcuffs didn’t leave any marks, but your wrists were still sore nonetheless.

Matt and Chris never failed to give you the best aftercare and attention after your intimacy. They knew they could get a bit too passionate in bed and plus what’s the harm in pampering their girl? They loved pampering you, whether it was with money, attention or... well, sex.

"Happy birthday," they murmured in unison as their hands roamed over your body once again, already getting hard. They wanted to bring you so much pleasure to the point of you begging them for mercy, it was as if they could read your mind, see through your day dreams. After all, it is your birthday and birthday girls get their wishes – their deepest desires and fantasies – fulfilled, don’t they?

𓆩♡𓆪

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ivysturnss · 2 months ago

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obsessed - c.s (greedy pt. 2)

part one

summary: chris finally gets you all to himself

warnings: smut

wc: 5.8k

dividers by @issysh3ll

The following few weeks were nothing short of tense.

You barely even wanted to go by Matt’s place just for the sole reason of wanting to avoid Chris and all of the feelings that came with seeing him, always asking Matt to come to your place instead.

Your sex life with him had gone back to normal. Almost. Aside from the lingering desire for his younger brother that constantly buzzed at the surface of your skin anytime you guys were intimate and you hated to admit it but you caught yourself closing your eyes and imagining it was Chris a couple of times, having to physically shake yourself out of your daydreams.

You hadn’t seen Chris much after everything but the couple of times that you did made you feel like you were actually melting into the floor beneath you. The first time was the worst, making you want to rip your clothes off right then and there and fuck him until you were dizzy.

You had just gotten to their home, not planning on staying long, just waiting for Matt to finish up in the shower so you guys could go out, and it seemed quiet enough, not hearing his brothers creeping around the house, so you felt safe from having to interact with the one person you felt like you couldn’t handle seeing right now.

You were dressed cute, ready to enjoy a day full of date activities with your boyfriend, wearing a short, black skirt with an oversized, off the shoulder sweater, wandering around the house as you waited for Matt, grabbing and putting down random little things you found in the kitchen before you found yourself in front of the fridge, staring at all the ripped out coloring pages stuck on there with magnets, giggling to yourself at the tiny ‘By Matthew’ written in the corner of some of the pictures.

You were way too caught up in your own world to hear the quiet footsteps that approached you, only realizing you weren’t alone when you felt hands suddenly gripping your hips roughly, pulling you back into a firm chest, making you gasp.

You didn’t even have to wonder for a second who it was, the touch far too aggressive for it to be Matt. A shiver ran down your spine as you leaned into the body behind you, feeling hot breath hovering over your ear, fingers kneading into your skin like they were itching for more.

“I can’t stop thinking about you,” Chris growls into your ear, dropping his face to press a kiss onto your neck, slowly trailing his lips down to your exposed shoulder. You let out a small breath at the feeling, your knees instantly turning to jelly. “The way you look, the way you sound.” He pauses, bringing his lips back up your neck. “The way you taste.”

Fuck.

This is exactly what you were trying to avoid.

“I know you’re thinking about me, too. That’s why you haven’t come around, right? ‘Cuz you can’t help yourself from thinking about me.” Chris reaches his hands around your hips, slowly pulling your skirt up so he can run his fingers over the crease in the tops of your thighs, humming softly into your skin. “I’ve gotten off to the memory every single night, wishing I could have you again. Remember the girl I was talking to? I can’t even look her in the fucking eyes now because all I can think about is you on your knees with my fucking cum all over your face.”

You can’t help but let out a whimper at his words, turning around to face him, his arms still wrapped around you. His hands move to your ass now, still resting underneath the skirt so he could feel your skin. “Stop.” You tell him meekly, staring up into his eyes.

He looks down at you, eyes dark as his eyebrows twitch in confusion. “Stop what?” He asks lowly, dipping his head forward to kiss your neck again, moaning into your skin while he pulls your hips against his.

You tilt your head away from him, eyes fluttering shut for a moment. “Stop this,” you breathe out, hands sliding up his chest to rest there, not having it in you to push him away. “It was a one time thing, Chris.”

His fingertips grip harder against your skin, body moving forward to pin you against the fridge. “I can’t stop,” he tells you, pulling back to stare down at you again. “Now that I’ve had a taste of you, you want me to stop? I’m sorry, princess, but that’s not gonna happen.”

Your breathing is shaky as you look into his eyes, knowing he was telling the truth. You both have uncovered a part of you that would only ever be satiated with each other, even if you tried to ignore it, it would always be there, lingering in the shadows. Unless you acted on it. Which you definitely wouldn’t.

Definitely not.

“Chris,” you whisper, your faces inches closer together.

You’re dragged back down to earth by the sound of the bathroom door ripping open and the light switching off, indicating Matt was done with his shower. Your eyes widened and your hands became firm on Chris’s chest, letting him know the moment was over. He just smirked and leaned down to place a kiss on your cheek, hands squeezing your ass one more time before he pulled your skirt back down and backed away.

Matt had gone from the bathroom to his room, giving Chris ample time to scurry out of the kitchen and back downstairs to his room, leaving you completely alone and shaken up when Matt walked into your line of vision, smiling wide at the sight of you. “Hey, baby,” he greeted, walking up and placing a gentle hand on your waist, leaning in to kiss the exact same spot Chris had, the thought of that making your ears burn. “You okay?” He asks sweetly, thumb brushing over your skin under the sweater.

You look up at him and nod, forcing a smile. “Let’s go.” You tell him, and you spent the rest of the day reeling over Chris’s touch.

After that you’d mostly stayed away, unless you could run straight into Matt’s room to hide out there for the night, only seeing Chris a couple of times in passing. The few seconds that your gaze would meet, though, would still make your head spin. You felt like a little kid tasting candy for the first time and scheming to find a way to have it again. A bad little kid.

Today you were perched up in Matt’s bed, coloring in one of their coloring books happily, listening to music that quietly filled his room from his speakers while he sat at his desk, typing away at his phone. It was a comfortable silence between you two, not feeling the need to talk all the time. That’s what was so lovely about Matt is you both were more than happy to just be in each other’s presence, talking or not. There were plenty of times where you two had spent hours together without saying a word, just content with being close.

A quick thirty minutes had passed of you just humming along to music and coloring when Matt stood up, walking over to you to place a gentle kiss on your forehead. “I’m going out,” he tells you, smiling down at where you sat.

You pause your coloring and look up, confusion etched in your face. “Where?” You ask, watching him walk away to grab a jacket. “A meeting,” he answers.

You furrow your eyebrows a bit more. He didn’t say he had a meeting, you think to yourself.

You stand and follow him out of his bedroom, bare feet pattering softly on the kitchen floor. “A meeting? For what?” You ask, looking to see Chris sitting on the couch, practically melting into it. He didn’t look like he was ready for a meeting, so why would Matt be going?

Chris looks confused, too, setting his phone in his lap to watch your interaction silently.

“For my stuff I’m working on,” Matt replies, slipping his shoes on. “I won’t be gone long, couple hours.” He looks between you and Chris when he says this and your heart rate picks up a couple of beats per minute.

“Why didn’t you tell me? I could’ve come over after,” you huff slightly, sad that you’d be cooped up in Matt’s room alone.

“You’ve never had any problem being here by yourself before,” Matt points out. “Just.. keep yourself busy.”

You sigh and step up to Matt, placing a kiss on his lips. “Alright, I guess. Drive safe.”

Matt smiles and nods. “I will.”

Then he pauses. His eyes dart from yours to the pair watching intently behind you, then lock back on yours again. “You two have fun,” he says clearly before turning around and walking out the front door.

You’re staring at the door for what feels like a full minute before you slowly turn on your heels and face Chris who looks just as shocked. “What did he just say?” You ask incredulously, like your ears must’ve deceived you. Except he spoke with such clarity that there’s no way you misunderstood.

Chris swallows thickly, visibly, before he shakes his head gently. “I… I don’t know.” He answers. For the first time in his life, Chris is stunned into silence and motionlessness. It’s odd.

“He didn’t mean…” You trail off, not even wanting to say it in out loud.

Chris clears his throat and adjusts on the couch, clearly uncomfortable. “Ask him.” He says plainly.

“What?” You shoot back.

Chris shrugs his shoulders, staring straight at you. “Or don’t ask and we fuck anyway.”

You’re shocked at his directness, almost choking on your spit at his words. “Chris!”

He laughs and leans even farther back into the couch if that was even possible. “What? You don’t wanna fuck?”

You groan and walk to the couch, sitting on the complete opposite side. “Can you just… be quiet?”

Chris hums and obliges but he keeps his eyes on you and you feel them burning into the side of your face like a laser, making you whip your head around after a few moments to look at him. “Stop looking at me, too.” You grumble. Despite your words, you feel your skin starting to get hot, anticipation creeping up your legs.

Chris smirks over at you. “Do you want me to be quiet or stop looking at you?”

“Both, preferably,” is what you reply. You’re trying to think of what to do here, trying to decipher Matt’s words but it feels impossible. What else could he have meant by that?

It goes against Chris’s nature to be quiet, so you’re not surprised when he opens his mouth again. “We are completely alone in this house for hours and you want to sit there and pretend we’re not itching to get our hands on each other again?”

You groan, dropping your head forward and burying your face in your hands, trying to somehow rub your eyes hard enough to rid your mind of the thoughts you were having.

“He probably just meant a general… have fun,” you say, pulling your hands away from your eyes. You’re shocked when you open them again and see Chris standing in front of you now, leaning down to place his hands on the back of the couch on either side of you, locking you in place.

“Okay…” he starts, leaning his face closer to yours, eyes flitting down to your lips before meeting your gaze again. “So let’s have fun.”

You can’t pull your eyes away from Chris’s, feeling like time has stopped. He’s hovering above you, waiting patiently for you to make the next move. You feel like you’re drunk, unable to think straight with the feeling of his breath faintly on your face. He’s quite literally intoxicating.

“You’re a terrible influence,” you whisper.

Chris lets a devilish smirk bloom on his face before he closes the distance, pressing his lips firmly on yours like he’s starving for a taste of you.

You instantly melt into the kiss, feeling all of the tension building over the last weeks finally dissipating as your hands find their way to his hair, holding the back of his head close.

Keeping his lips on yours, Chris lowers himself on the couch next to you, hands traveling down to land on your waist, applying a bit of pressure to indicate where he wanted you to go. You listened, moving your body to sit atop his thighs.

“I missed you,” Chris breathes against your lips, moving his hands around to grip your ass, fingers digging in harshly to knead at your skin. “Missed your body. Can’t wait to have you all to myself.”

You whine softly, hips dropping fully to rest on top of him, his excitement already prevalent underneath you. “You’re so annoying,” you huff, pulling at the hair on the back of his head, causing his chin to tilt up at you. “You couldn’t just leave me alone? Gotta tease me every time I see you? How the fuck am I supposed to ever have a normal relationship again?”

Chris laughs that stupid fucking sexy laugh, tongue peeking out to drag over his top row of teeth as he peered at you through lust filled eyes. “I can’t just leave you alone,” he replies. “Not when you taste so good.”

He sits up and slides his hands up your back, leaning his face into your neck to press his lips against your skin, eliciting a soft groan from you.

There was no point in backing down now, you guys were clearly longing for each other in a way that couldn’t be satisfied with anybody else, and you’re almost positive you were given the go ahead to do what you needed to do, so you finally decide to let your guard down and submit to your desires, relaxing into the feeling of Chris pressed up against you, overwhelming your senses.

“Just this one time,” you tell him, pulling back to look at him once more. He meets your gaze and nods, agreeing instantly.

“Sure,” he says, voice dripping with sarcasm. “Just this one time. I’ll never try to fuck you again.”

You know he’s lying just from the tone of voice he’s using, but you can’t find it in you to care right now. You roll your eyes at him before slipping off of his lap, ignoring his protests as you kneel on the floor in front of him. It didn’t take long for Chris to understand what you were doing, his eyes filling with hunger as he watches you sink to your knees, peering up at him through your lashes. “You were so good to me last time,” you coo, running your hands over the tops of his thighs. “Wanna return the favor.”

Chris’s throat damn near closes up at the sight of you, feeling like he just got kicked in the chest. All he’s able to do is nod his head as he tucks his fingers in the waistband of his pants, pulling them along with his black briefs down and past his knees where you help him take them off, slipping them past his ankles so his bottom half is completely bare.

He scoots forward on the couch for you and you can’t help but smile, eyes trailing from Chris’s face down to what you were missing so badly. He was already fully hard, dick waiting for your touch and you couldn’t hold back any longer, reaching up to wrap your hand around him, feeling like a weight lifted off of you when you finally got your hands on him again. “Happy to have me all to yourself?” You ask him in a sweet voice, looking back up at him as you hover your face above his dick, pursing your lips to let a long string of saliva drip from your mouth, landing on his tip where you used the palm of your hand to spread it, causing a small hiss to leave his throat.

“You have no idea,” Chris tells you, chest heaving with deep breaths as he tried to ground himself. “Fuck, I need you.”

You smile and lower your head down, lips right above where he needed you the most. “You have me,” you reply before finally wrapping your lips around him, moaning softly at the taste of his precum touching your tongue that swirled through his slit.

Chris hisses through his teeth and drops his head back on the couch, fingers gripping into the couch next to him, clearly trying to hold himself back in some capacity. “Fuck…” he groans, hips rolling unintentionally.

You can sense his restraint and bring your free hand up to grab his dominant hand, placing it on the back of your head where you knew he wanted it, feeling him instantly thread his fingers through your hair, nails scratching along your scalp for a second. He still wasn’t letting himself go, though, and this was the exact opposite reason you wanted Chris so bad in the first place.

You take him down farther, swallowing with his tip in the back of your throat, letting a groan rumble through your throat. He let out a choked moan, damn near a whimper at the feeling, fingers tightening in your hair. He was still holding himself back, though, so you pinched his hip lightly to get his attention, looking up at him through your lashes when he picks his head up and looks down at you, eyes glassy. “What?” He rasps.

Your gaze darkens, almost glaring at him while your lips slide up and off of his dick, rubbing them together quickly. “Why you being so gentle, hm?”

Chris chuckles and rolls his eyes. “Sorry, trying to enjoy it,” he comments. You smile, knowing he really was enjoying it. “Want me to fuck your face, hm? God, you’re so fucking needy.”

You bring your lips back down and take in as much of him as you can on your own, which is only about half, before your body physically stops you. He lets his other hand come up on your head, both hands holding you firmly in place now as he starts to grind his hips up into your mouth. It’s slow, the way he’s pushing you past your limits, but the way he’s holding your head still causes tears to form in your eyes, the tip of your nose touching his stomach every time he thrusts up.

His gaze stays down on you now, pupils blown as he sees the tears starting to spill over, the visual setting a fire deep in his stomach. “You look so fucking good like this, getting used like the slut you are, hm? Exactly what you’re made for, to take my dick like this.” He delivers another thrust, this one harsher than the previous ones, causing you to gag so hard your eyes clench shut, hands bracing yourself on each of his hips. He grips your hair and pulls you off, smirking at the loud gasp of air you suck in, admiring the thick string of saliva that connected your lips and his dick. “Wanted me to be rough and now you can’t even handle it?”

You bring a hand up to your face and wipe your mouth with the back of it, sniffling a bit. “I can handle it,” you croak out. “Please, I can handle it.”

Chris brings one of his thumbs under your eye, wiping a thick tear away. “Mm, I know you can. Can take everything I give you, right, princess?”

You nod and lean back down, flattening your tongue on the bottom of his length, licking a long stripe up before taking him in as far as you could, watching his face contort as you sunk down. “You look so pretty like this,” he praised breathily, moving a fallen strand of hair out of your face. He couldn’t help but admire you, his heart racing in his chest as he watched you pleasuring him. It was a sight he’d dreamt of for months.

You only want to please him more at his words so you bring your hands down and tuck them under your thighs, pressed between your calves so you couldn’t push yourself off of him anymore, giving him free reign to use you as much as he wants. He notices this and curses under his breath, applying pressure on the back of your head again to push you down, meeting you with his hips halfway as he rolls up into your mouth, throwing his head back in pleasure. “Fuck, angel, you take me so well,” he grunts, picking up his pace as he holds you in place, the sounds of your mouth slurping around his cock sending him into a frenzy. He knew you were struggling, tears running down your cheeks against your will as he used your throat, stomach tense as his orgasm creeped its way out. “You’re gonna make me cum, princess. Want me to pull out?” He brings his eyes back down to look at you and sees you shaking your head as much as you can, indicating that you want him to finish in your mouth. He sighs and continues, hips getting sloppy and grip on your hair tightening.

He cums hard and you take everything he gives you, letting the warm semen drip down your throat, some of it spilling from your lips as he fucked your mouth through his orgasm, the base of his dick sloppy with spit and cum.

Once he’s drained, he pulls your head off of him and looks at your fucked out face, taking it all in. You had black tears tracking through your foundation, eyelashes sticking together from the wetness, and so much saliva and other fluids around your mouth it was dripping down the front of your throat, glistening on your skin. You breathe heavily and smile shyly up at him, pulling your hands out from under your thighs. “Good?” You ask him.

Chris can’t help but laugh, shaking his head in amusement. “Yeah,” he replies. “Was fucking good.”

You smile and pull your shirt over your head, using it to wipe your face and neck. “Can you cum again?” You question, raising an eyebrow up at Chris.

He returns the expression like you’re crazy, reaching down to pull you onto his lap where you settle on the tops of his thighs. “I’m a fucking grown up, I can cum again.” He snarks, slipping his hands inside your shorts and underwear, pushing them as low as he can with you sitting on him.

You giggle at his response, eyes crinkling as you laugh. “Some guys get bored after one,” you shrug. “You’d be kinda silly to get tired of me, though.”

Chris smirks and nods, glad you’re aware of how much of a prize you are. “You’re right. I’d pass out from nutting too much if you let me.” He jokes.

You laugh, feeling giddy at his words. No one has ever been so… obsessed with you before. “You’re funny,” You smile down at him, playing with his hair for a moment. The air becomes thick between you both all of a sudden, with you staring down at Chris and him feeling the effects of his post orgasm haze, his chest tightening at the sight of you. Your smile fades as you look down at his slightly parted lips, breath catching in your throat. You tear your gaze away and look back into his eyes. “You gonna fuck me or what?” You ask quietly, licking your lips slowly.

Chris smirks and stands up, taking you with him, his strength catching you off guard. You wrap your arms around his neck tightly as you squeal, not being able to do anything as he carries you around the couch, dropping your body onto the kitchen table a little more aggressively than he meant to, but you didn’t mind, both ignoring the crack that sounded through the room from the force. “You really are greedy, you know that?” Chris tells you, pushing you onto your back before he pulls your shorts and panties down your legs, leaving you fully exposed for him to have his way with you.

“For you, yeah,” you reply, biting your bottom lip and smiling down at him.

“Fuck,” Chris groans, pushing your legs up and running his fingers over your clit, making you whine. “You’re going to be the fucking death of me.”

You’re propped up on your elbows as he touches you, feeling anything but vulnerable as he stares down at your soaked pussy, wanting nothing more than to feel him on you, inside you, anything he’d give you. “Please,” you whimper, not even knowing what you’re asking for.

Chris doesn’t even feel like being an asshole like he normally was, he just gives in, bending over so he can latch his mouth onto your core, making you cry out and drop your head back on your shoulders. “Holy fuck, Chris,” you rasp out. “Missed you so fucking bad.”

Chris moans against your skin, dragging both of his hands along the undersides of your thighs until they stopped at the backs of your knees, holding them up to keep you spread open for him. He was eating you out like his life depended on it, sloppy and loud, the sound of his tongue on you filling the otherwise quiet room. You dropped your elbows out from underneath you, no longer able to hold yourself up, dragging your hands above your head and tucking your face into your bicep, moaning loudly into your skin.

He sucks your clit between his lips, letting his tongue drag over it before he pulls away, eliciting a whine from you. You turn your head back to look at him, seeing him already waiting for eye contact. “Hold,” he demands, shoving your legs down as an indicator. You obey, reaching forward to hold your own legs back for him to free up his hands that he immediately moved down, slipping his two middle fingers inside you easily. Your head dropped back down onto the table at the feeling, groaning loudly.

His mouth comes back down to work with his fingers, free hand just rubbing any part of your skin he could touch. “Chris,” you sigh, hips grinding down into him. “Not gonna last like this.”

Chris hums, fingers curling inside you expertly. “Good,” he mumbles against you, slipping a third finger inside you, stretching you even more.

Your back arches off the table, jaw slack as he moves inside you, unable to control the sounds slipping past your lips anymore. He knows exactly how to make you fall apart and it’s addicting the way he touches you, always leaving you craving more. You knew in this moment that you’d never be able to get him out of your mind and you’d always come crawling back, no matter how wrong.

“Chris!” You cry out in warning, thighs trembling as he used his fingers and tongue to coax your first orgasm out of you, soaking in the way your voice sounded as you came. He pulled his lips away and kisses up your thigh, fingers coming to a halt inside of you but not pulling out. He looks up at your face as he kisses your skin, left hand rubbing your hip gently.

“You okay?” He asks, picking his head up to look down at you. You open your eyes and turn your face to meet his eyes, a small laugh bubbling out of you.

“You kidding?” You ask, letting go of your legs and letting them fall back onto the table. Your cheeks were red and there was a slight sheen of sweat covering them, your chest heaving softly as you stared up at Chris who laughed down at you, slipping his fingers out of you and resting his hands on your hips, pulling you to the edge of the table.

“Still want me to fuck you?” He asks, grabbing the base of his dick and pressing the tip against your clit, inching his hips forward to drag it through your folds.

Your legs twitch, sensitive from your orgasm, a small whimper leaving your lips. “Yes,” you tell him, voice laced with desire. “So bad.”

Chris smiles, pleased with your answer, before he pulls back and presses himself into your waiting entrance, watching his cock disappear inside you with his mouth slightly open, sighing out a breath of relief when he bottoms out.

“Oh my god,” you mumble, eyes fluttering shut. Your body melts into his as he presses his hips flush against yours, feeling like a part of you is finally whole again. “Missed this, Chris. Needed you so bad.”

He’s standing up straight as he looks down to where your bodies connect, his hands reaching down to grab your legs and pull them up to rest your calves on his shoulders. He pulls out and starts a steady rhythm, thrusting into you deeply with every move. “You’re fucked, you know that?” He sneers, eyes moving up to look at your face that was twisted up in pleasure. “I’m gonna fucking ruin you for anybody besides me, even your fucking boyfriend.”

You crack your eyes open to look up at him, the eye contact sending shivers down your spine. “That’s your brother you’re talking about,” you quip back.

Chris laughs and shakes his head. “I don’t care who it is. Who fucks you better?” He asks, picking up pace, feeling spurred on by the mewls that tumbled from your mouth. “Tell me. Who fucks you better, me or Matt? Answer me or I’ll stop.”

You’re letting out small moans every time he bottoms out deep inside you, shaking your head at his question. You couldn’t answer that, it felt more wrong than the sex if that was even possible. It felt filthy to admit the truth out loud. You both knew the answer, but Chris wanted to hear it, wanted to hear you admit it. “I can’t,” you rasp.

Chris stays true to his word, fully stopping his movements buried inside of you. “Fine,” he shrugs. “Guess you don’t want it as bad as you say you do.”

You’re scrambling, trying to reach your hands down towards him. “No, Chris, please don’t stop,” you murmur, desperate to get him to start up again.

Chris leans down in between your legs and places a hand at the back of your neck, pulling you up until you’re leaning on your elbows again, his face right in front of yours. “Tell me, then,” he growls lowly. “Who fucks you better?”

You stare into his eyes, conflicted. But ultimately, your desires overpower your moral compass and you swallow thickly before you answer him.

“You.”

He grins, eyes dark as he watches you speak. “I what?”

You huff at him pushing you further. “You know.”

Chris shakes his head. “No, I don’t. What do I do?”

You move your hips, trying to create some friction between you two again. “You fuck me better…” you hesitate, feeling awful for saying this. Chris smirks, awaiting your answer. “You fuck me better than Matt.”

Chris hums, letting go of you roughly before standing up straight again, resuming his rough pace inside you. “Say it again,” he grumbles.

You lay back onto your back again and bring your hand down to your clit, rubbing in time with his thrusts. “You fuck me so good, Chris,” you cry out. “So much better than anybody else.”

Chris digs his fingers into your thighs, using them to pull your body into his. “Whose pussy is this, hm?”

Your eyes are screwed shut as the back of your head digs into the table, back arching off of the wood while you play with yourself, body trembling. “Y-yours,” you gasped. “All fucking yours.”

“Can I cum inside you? Wanna fill you up,” Chris groans, voice shaking from the moans bubbling out of him.

You’re nodding at his question, unable to reply as you feel your orgasm crashing over you, neck straining as you struggle to breathe through it. Chris isn’t far behind, fucking you both through your orgasms, his load spilling out of you as his dick pumped a few more times, his length coated in a filthy array of your bodily fluids. The sounds of him moaning is the hottest thing you’ve ever heard, the feeling of knowing you’ve made such an intense man like him fall apart sending aftershocks through your body.

You’re both gasping for breath, your body limp against the table while Chris presses his face into your ankle, kissing the bone gently. “Fuck,” he exhales, looking down to watch you recover. “Is it bad that I never want to fuck anyone ever again?”

You laugh, eyes still closed as you imagine the stupid look on his face, one that shows he’s joking but he still looks cocky and proud. “Yeah, pretty bad,” you answer him, finally peeling your eyes open. “Wouldn’t really work, either.”

Chris pouts and leans over your body, still buried inside you contently, until his nose is brushing over yours. “No? Why not?”

You scoff and lean your chin forward, letting your lips ghost over his. “Because… it’s just not realistic.”

Chris closes the distance and presses your lips together, a new feeling blooming through you at the intimacy shared. He pulls away quick, though, as to not let it linger. “Wish I got to you first,” he mutters, so softly you almost miss it. His words make your head spin, not knowing if you heard him correctly, but then he continues. “Would fuck you so good all the time you wouldn’t have to fuck someone else. I’d treat you so fucking well you’d never even think about leaving me. You’d be so fucking good at being my girl.”

Your next exhale is shaky as you comprehend what he’s saying, though no words come out and he’s met with only silence.

“Sorry,” he sighed, kissing your cheek before standing up again, pulling out of you. “That’s just my post nut brain speaking, don’t listen to me.”

You lay there for a moment before sitting up, grabbing his bicep as he’s about to walk away, tugging him back between your legs. Once he settles back and your faces are close together again, you shake your head at him in disbelief. “You are such a younger sibling, you know that? Always want what your big brothers have.”

Chris smiles, glad you weren’t mad at what he had confessed. He drags his tongue over his upper teeth slowly before he leans in to your ear, lips brushing over your lobe, whispering softly.

“And I always get what I want.”

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ivysturnss · 2 months ago

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THEY ARE LITERALLY BOTH THE PERFECT HEIGHT FOR A COUNTER SEX

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ivysturnss · 2 months ago

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guys i lowkey think chris has a gf. that or he’s trolling us IMMENSELY bc posting that shirtless pic to sexy to someone by clairo as well as other pics and captioning it “been feeling really good lately”……..

oh yeah i wonder why (he’s gettin pussy!!) VINE BOOM

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ivysturnss · 3 months ago

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── ୨୧ !　TOO MUCH

chris sturniolo x reader

SUMMARY: Where Matt and Nick say some hurtful things to Chris during a fight, bringing his insecurities to life and causing him to turn to his anchor, Y/N.

WARNING: Insecurities, fighting, crying, anxiety attack.

REQUESTED?: Yes, by anon.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: That is my work, I DON'T authorize any plagiarism, copy, or "inspiration"! | English isn't my first language, so I'm sorry if there's any grammar error.

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The noise in the living room had escalated from playful teasing in front of the camera to sharp, biting words. Chris stood behind the kitchen table, his hands clenched into fists at his sides as he glared at Matt and Nick, who were both looking at him from the other side of the table with expressions caught between frustration and exasperation.

"Do you ever think before you act, Chris?" Matt's voice was, surprisingly, raised, an edge of impatience in his tone. "We can’t get through one day without you doing something childish and making a scene, or worse, making our videos look like shit because of it!"

Chris’s jaw tightened, but he didn’t respond immediately, his eyes darting between his brothers, trying to make sense of how things had gotten so out of hand.

"I wasn’t trying to do anything." He muttered finally, his voice barely above a whisper laced with hurt. "I was just... being myself."

"Yeah, exactly." Nick jumped in, crossing his arms tightly over his chest. "And that’s the problem. You’re always yelling and doing the most, Chris. It’s just... exhausting, okay?"

Chris clenched his fists, jaw tight as he glared at Nick, feeling himself crumbling a bit because sure, he’s too much. Sure, he speaks too loud and had opinions about everything and wasn’t afraid to share them, even if they were about the silliest things. Sure, he feels cornered and childish and immature and annoying, and most of what they're saying is probably true, but hearing his own brothers say it out loud... it pains his heart.

"You know, that’s actually rich coming from you." He shot back, his voice carrying a frustration he couldn’t hold back, trying to disguise his pain with anger. "You’re always the first to say that people watch us because we’re different, because even though we look the same, we're still different. But all you ever do is complain that I’m not just like you or Matt!”

Nick’s expression shifted, taken aback by Chris’s words. But Nick wasn’t one to back down, his voice snapping back almost before Chris had finished speaking.

"That’s not what I’m saying at all!" He fired, eyes narrowing. "Is it so insane to want you to stop yelling and acting like a literal child in every video? We’re trying to be professional, Chris! People like us, yeah, but they won’t if you keep acting like-"

Chris dragged a hand over his face, pressing the heel of his palm into his forehead, trying to shut out Nick’s words, trying to drown out the overwhelming feeling of being misunderstood.

"... and we can’t keep dealing with it, Chris. Grow the fuck up."

The youngest felt his chest tighten even more. His greatest insecurity - one that clawed at his chest every night when he couldn’t sleep, when the silence around him became deafening - was now on full display, brutally brought to life by the people he trusted most.

The internet was relentless in labeling him as "the weird one", the "annoying triplet", just because he was loud and talked too much, just because he was unapologetically himself. He’d laugh it off, of course, joke about it even because it was easier to pretend it didn’t bother him. But deep down, those words haunted him, scraping at the edges of his self-worth, making him wonder if maybe, just maybe, he wasn’t enough.

And now, hearing Matt and Nick throw those same words at him... he felt hollow. Like all the air had been knocked from his lungs. They knew. They knew how those comments got to him, how hard he tried to ignore it, to rise above the criticism.

"Fine." He said bitterly, hating how his voice trembled slightly as he struggled to keep his emotions in check. "I’ll get out of your way, then."

He pushed his weight off of the table, preparing himself to get out of there, but as Chris stormed away, Nick's frustration boiled over, and he turned to Matt, his voice sharp and incredulous.

"Are you fucking kidding me?" He hissed, his eyes flashing with a mixture of anger and disbelief.

But Chris kept walking, his shoulders tense as he made his way to the stairs, refusing to let himself look back. His brothers’ voices felt like static at this point, blending into the background as he forced himself to keep going.

Behind him, Matt muttered under his breath, an edge of impatience creeping in.

"Why is he being so dramatic?" He called, exasperation evident in his tone. "Chris, just come back, man! Let’s finish this video."

But Chris didn’t even slow down. Each word felt like salt in a wound he was struggling to ignore, a constant reminder that he wasn’t on the same level as them, that they were all looking at him like he was the problem.

Maybe he was.

As he went down the stairs, his mind was racing, every emotion simmering just below the surface.

His hands trembled slightly as he reached his bedroom door, a mix of anger, shame, and sadness twisting in his chest, his breath hitching as he struggled to keep it together. He wanted to scream, to push all the hurt away.

Finally, he opened the door and stepped inside.

Y/N - curled up on his bed with notebooks spread around her and laptop balanced on her knees - looked up instantly, a huge smile spreading across her face as she noticed him, her expression so genuinely happy to see him that it made his heart ache even more.

"Hi, honey! How was filming?" She greeted brightly, unaware of the turmoil written across his face.

But her smile faltered quickly as she took in his red-rimmed eyes, the way his face seemed almost haunted, his body tense and trembling as he stood frozen in the doorway. She blinked, worry flashing across her features.

"Chris? Hey, what happened?" The girl whispered, and her words were like a lifeline, breaking the dam he’d tried so hard to keep in place.

She was quick in put her work together, placing her notebooks and laptop gently onto the floor beside her, leaving it all opened for her to come back to it later, her arms instinctively opening up to him.

"Come here, baby."

Without another thought, Chris crossed the room and collapsed into her open arms, sinking onto the bed as if the weight of the world had become too much for him to bear alone.

His arms wrapped tightly around her waist, his face burrowing into her shoulder as if he could somehow hide from everything that had been clawing at him. His legs slid between her thighs, his body curling into hers, every part of him drawn in close, seeking refuge in the only place that felt safe.

Y/N didn’t say anything at first. She could feel the way his shoulders shook, the silent sobs racking through him as he tried to hold back, his breath catching painfully against her neck. She held him even tighter, her hands slipping up to cradle the back of his head, her fingers threading gently through his fluff hair as she pressed soft, reassuring kisses to his forehead, his temple, anywhere she could reach.

"Shh... It’s okay, sweetheart." She murmured softly, pressing her lips to his line of hair. "I'm here. You're safe. Just breathe, Chris. Just breathe, baby."

But Chris felt anything but safe in his own skin. Shame and hurt twisted inside him, tightening like a vice around his chest. He tried to fold himself even smaller, curling tighter into her, trying to somehow look smaller for a 5'8 grown man, pressing his body as close to hers as he could.

He wanted to disappear, to melt into her embrace, and let the world live freely without his presence. The words Matt and Nick had thrown at him - the very same words he read online, the labels he was used to brushing off - felt so true, so much a part of him that he couldn’t deny them.

Childish. Annoying. Immature.

He hated himself in that moment, hated how much he cared, hated how the words dug under his skin, making him feel unworthy, unloved.

"Am I... am I really that annoying?" He whispered, his voice cracking and sounding more horse than it should. "Do you... Do you think I’m too much, too?"

Y/N’s heart twisted painfully as she heard his words, the broken way he spoke them. She frowned deeply, pulling back just enough to look down at him, her hand cupping his wet cheek as she met his gaze, her thumb brushing away a stray tear that had slipped down his face.

"Oh, sweetheart..." She shook her head gently, her voice laced with disbelief and fierce love. "No. No, Chris, of course not. You’re not annoying. You’re not too much. You’re everything I could ever want. You’re perfect exactly the way you are."

He clenched his fists, gripping onto Y/N’s hoodie - or better, his own blue hoodie -, his knuckles white with the force of it as he tried to agree with her, but her words didn’t seem to reach him. His brow furrowed, his eyes filling with fresh tears as he choked out.

"They said... They said I’m always yelling, being loud, making a scene... like I’m always... embarrassing them." His voice caught on the last words, his breath hitching as he fought to keep from breaking down completely.

Y/N held him tighter, her hand moving to the bottom of his white shirt, traveling inside of it only to rub soothing circles along his naked back as she spoke in a soft, steady tone, hoping her words would anchor him.

"Chris, they love you. They’re just... they don’t understand how much their words hurt sometimes. But that doesn’t mean you’re a burden or that you’re too much. You bring so much joy and energy to everything. That’s part of who you are, and it’s one of the things I love most about you."

He shook his head slightly, his breathing coming faster as anxiety started to build again, overtaking him.

"I... I just don’t get it. One minute, they’re saying people watch us because we’re different... and then they tell me I should be more like them. I don’t... I don’t know how to be that. I tried so hard to be like them, you have to believe me, but I don’t know how to change who I am-"

Y/N felt the depth of his frustration in the desperate way that he begged, wanting - no, needing - her to believe him. She cupped his face gently, urging him to look at her.

"You don’t have to change, Chris. Not for anyone. You’re enough just as you are, baby. And you’re not a burden. Not to me, not to anyone who really sees you and loves you for who you are."

He nodded slowly, finally trying to take a deep breath, only to feel like his nose was closed and his throat was being chocked by invisible hands. He closed his eyes forcefully, biting his bottom lip in concentration as he tried to breathe in a gulp of air that never seemed to be enough. Chris could feel his heart tightening, his chest struggling in the quick movements of going up and down too many times in a second.

"Can't- I... Please-" He tried, tightening his hands around her hoodie, panicking with the anxiety attack that seemed to come so suddenly.

"Hey, hey, Chris. Sweetheart, you’re okay." Y/N whispered softly, her voice a calming presence against the storm inside him. She shifted slightly, one hand now resting on his chest with a firm press as she guided him through deep breaths, her own voice slow and steady. "Come on, just breathe with me, okay? In... and out... Nice and slow. I’m right here with you."

Following her lead, Chris pressed his eyes tighter in a way that made him see stars behind his eyelids, focusing on the rhythm of her voice, the rise and fall of her own breathing against his fists. With each exhale, he felt a bit of the tension release, his chest loosening as he tried to match her calming breaths.

Gradually, his racing heart began to slow, the adrenaline draining from his body, leaving him feeling heavy, exhausted.

Y/N smiled softly, brushing her fingers through his hair as she pressed a gentle kiss to his forehead.

"There you go. That’s it... Well done, my strong boy. Now, just relax. I’ve got you."

As his breathing evened out, Chris opened his eyes slowly, his blurred gaze meeting hers with a vulnerability that tore at her heart.

"You don’t have to carry all of this alone, Chris. I’m always here for you, no matter what. You’re safe with me, okay? I love you... so much." She leaned down, pressing another kiss to his forehead as she held him close, her voice soft.

The gentle reassurance, the quiet love in her words wrapped around him like a blanket, pulling him further into her warmth. His eyelids grew heavier, the tiredness finally catching up with him as he let himself surrender to the comfort of her arms, a quiet whine escaping his throat.

"I know, honey. Sleep." Y/N whispered, a tender smile on her lips as she cradled him closer, holding him like a mother would hold her kid, her hands tracing soothing patterns along his back. "You can rest. I’ll be right here when you wake up."

As she continued to whisper soft reassurances, her fingers running gently through his hair, Chris’s breathing finally evened out, his body relaxing completely in her arms. His head rested on the curve of her neck, his arms still wrapped around her waist as he drifted off, his pain and worries slipping away in the safety of her embrace.

Y/N leaned down, pressing one last, lingering kiss to his hair before laying her cheek against his head, her arms wrapped securely around his body as she watched over him.

"I love you, sweet boy."

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A couple of hours had passed, the sunsetting casting a soft, warm light over Chris’s room, where he and Y/N lay wrapped together on the bed. Chris’s face was nestled against her shoulder, his breathing steady and calm now, his chest rising and falling in sync with hers.

Outside the room, Matt and Nick exchanged a glance. They’d been standing in the hallway for nearly five minutes, trying to muster the courage to knock. Their earlier argument with Chris had weighed heavily on both of them, guilt twisting in their stomachs as they replayed every hurtful word that had left their mouths.

Finally, Matt raised his fist and knocked softly on Chris’s door, the faint sound echoing in the silence. When there was no answer, he hesitated, glancing at Nick before slowly pushing the door open.

They both froze at the sight before them. Chris and Y/N were curled up together on the bed, Chris’s face still damp from tears as he lay against her, completely relaxed in her arms. Y/N had one arm around his shoulders, her fingers resting in his hair, while her other hand was hiding inside his shirt, holding his back, cradling him protectively. They looked peaceful.

Matt’s heart clenched at the sight, guilt intensifying as he took in Chris’s tear-streaked face. He glanced over at Nick, who was staring down at his feet, clearly feeling the same crushing remorse.

"Let's go. We can come back later." Matt muttered, pulling Nick towards himself before starting to back out of the room, thinking it might be best to give Chris a bit more time.

But just as they were about to close the door, Chris stirred, shifting slightly in Y/N’s arms. He nuzzled his head on her shoulder, his face just inches from the gentle slope of her neck where he could still catch the faint, familiar scent of her perfume mingling with the natural warmth of her skin.

He moved slightly, careful not to wake her, though his movement caused her to pull him in closer, her fingers instinctively brushing over his back. The feeling of her hand tracing small, soothing circles over his shoulder as if it was a muscle memory grounded him further, coaxing a soft sigh from him as he nuzzled deeper into her embrace, pressing a gentle, barely-there kiss to her neck.

When his sleepy eyes finally traveled around the room while gently stretching his legs between hers, he finally caught Matt and Nick's figures standing in the doorway.

His face fell the instant he realized they were there, his peaceful expression replaced by a guarded, distant look. Carefully, he eased himself up, making sure not to wake Y/N as he pulled himself away from her arms.

"Came for round two?" He looked at Matt and Nick, his sleepy voice laced with bitterness as he asked.

Nick swallowed, words catching in his throat as he struggled to find the right thing to say. What an irony. He opened his mouth but only managed to mumble, stumbling over his words as he tried to get them out.

Finally, Nick took a small step closer, his voice barely above a whisper.

"Chris, I... we came to say... We just..." His pearly teeth caged his bottom lip momentarily, taking a deep breath. "We love that you’re different."

Chris stared at him, incredulous, eyebrows raised as he scoffed softly.

"Different? That’s what you’re leading with?" His eyes narrowed, hurt simmering just beneath the surface. "So now I’m the ‘different’ one? Funny, ‘cause that didn’t seem to be a good thing a few hours ago."

Nick faltered, his face flushing as he realized his words weren’t coming out the way he intended. He tried again, tripping over his explanation.

"No, no, I... I didn’t mean it like that. I just-"

Chris took a deep, shaky breath, his gaze lowered as he avoided Nick and Matt's eyes, interrupting Nick.

"Look, I want to apologize, alright?" He started, his voice barely more than a murmur, thick with emotion. "I know it was all my fault and that I’m a lot to handle. I get it. I can be too loud, too... everything, really. And I know I’m not like you guys. I’ve tried so hard to be, but it’s just... not me." His words hung heavy in the room, his fingers twisting anxiously in his lap. "I feel like sometimes I just ruin things because I don’t know how to turn it off. You two seem to have this balance, you know when to joke and when to be serious, and I’m over here just... always pushing things too far."

He exhaled deeply, finally lifting his eyes to meet his brothers', the weight of insecurity and years of self-doubt written all over his face.

"I’m sorry if it feels like you have to put up with me. I’ve tried to be more like you, but it’s never enough. And sometimes... it just feels like who I am isn’t what anyone wants." His voice cracked at the last words, his vulnerability laid bare, and he quickly looked away, bracing himself for whatever they would say.

Nick and Matt shared a look, each seeing the guilt mirrored in the other’s eyes as Chris’s words sank in, cutting through them like a blade.

Matt felt his chest tighten, a pang of regret settling heavily in his stomach, making it hard to breathe. How could he have let Chris - his little brother, the boy who was always loving him no matter what - believe, even for a second, that he wasn’t wanted exactly as he was?

His legs moved on instinct, carrying him back into the room before he even registered it, straight to Chris, who looked so small and hurt, slumped at the edge of the bed. Kneeling down, Matt reached out, placing a steadying hand on Chris’s knee, his fingers gently pressing into his brother’s skin as if trying to ground him.

"Chris, you’re our little brother. I don’t ever want you to feel like you’re too much for us." He swallowed, his voice wavering as he continued, willing Chris to see and feel every word. "I love you, man. We love you for who you are. You don’t need to change a thing. It’s your energy, your spark that makes everything better. You have this way of bringing life into everything, and that’s something I wouldn’t change for anything." He looked into Chris’s eyes, his own gaze filled with a raw honesty. "We need you to be you, Chris. No one else."

Nick’s heart clenched as he watched, his own guilt building with every second. Gaining control over the hurt and regret flooding him, he crossed the room in long strides, dropping down beside Matt. He looked up at Chris, his throat tight with emotion, the sight of his little brother so closed-off, so wounded, cutting deep. He was supposed to protect him, not hurt him.

"Yeah... you being another person? That’s not what we want at all. We’ve never wanted you to be anyone else. You’re perfect the way you are, Chris." Nick’s voice shook, filled with a determination to make Chris understand the truth, to undo every careless word he and Matt had thrown his way earlier. "I'm so, so sorry that we said all of those things and made you think so bad about yourself."

Chris’s defenses wavered, his resolve crumbling as he glanced between his brothers. Their sincerity seeped through, but doubt still clouded his gaze. He let out a heavy sigh, loosening his grip on his hoodie just a bit.

"You promise?" His voice was barely a whisper, fragile and laced with uncertainty, his fingers twisting anxiously into the fabric of his sleeve.

Without hesitation, Nick reached forward, taking Chris’s hands in his own, intertwining their fingers and squeezing firmly.

"We promise. We love how wild you are, how you’re always the one bringing the energy. You’re louder, sure, but that’s not something bad, it's exactly what makes you, you. You’re the happiest out of the three of us, Chris, and we wouldn’t change that for anything." He gave Chris’s hand another reassuring squeeze, feeling the smallest hint of relief when he saw the younger brother begin to relax, if only slightly.

Matt nodded, adding gently.

"And hey, I don’t think we need to be professional or act in a type of way for our videos to be good. The viewers love us for who we are... the mix of chaos and calm. That’s what makes us, us. It’s why they stick around."

Chris took a shaky breath, letting their words settle over him, feeling the weight of them begin to ease some of the pain. Slowly, he nodded, his fingers curling back around Nick’s reassuring grip.

"Okay."

Matt leaned forward, placing a hand on Chris’s shoulder.

"We’ll do better, alright? We’re brothers. We’re gonna mess up, but that doesn’t mean we won’t have each other’s backs. Always."

Chris exhaled deeply, finally letting the tension melt away as he leaned into their touch, the comfort of his brothers grounding him in a way only they could. Straightening himself, he managed a small, tired smile, his heart feeling a bit lighter.

"Yeah... always."

"Well, I’m really glad you guys are okay again." Y/N’s soft voice broke the silence, bringing all three heads up in surprise.

She moved with a quiet strength as she sat up and brushed her hand tenderly through Chris’s hair, watching his face light up as he realized she’d been awake all along.

"But just so we’re clear... if either of you hurt my baby like that again, you’re going to have to answer to me." She turned her gaze to Nick and Matt, a playful but fierce glint in her eyes.

"Y/N..." Chris dragged the last letter of her name in a whining tone, feeling flustered with how she called him 'her baby' in front of his brothers - even though they were more than accustomed with it.

Nick’s eyes widened jokingly with her threat, a chuckle escaping him. He lifted his hands in mock surrender, glancing at Matt as if to say, 'Well, we better watch out'. Matt nodded, eyes a bit sheepish, scratching the back of his neck.

"Alright, alright, no more ganging up on Chris. You have our word, Y/N."

Content with their promises, Y/N turned her attention back to Chris, opening her arms and pulling him into her embrace once more. He let out a soft sigh, sinking into her warmth, his head nestled against her shoulder. Her arms wrapped around him protectively, fingers tracing soothing circles along his back as she whispered.

"I told you they didn't mean it." He closed his eyes, letting her words wash over him, the last bits of hurt melting away.

Nick and Matt watched the two of them, a fondness softening their expressions.

"You know." She murmured, pulling Chris's head away from her chest and looking at him with a mischievous grin. "You’re pretty lucky to have all of us wrapped around your finger."

Chris laughed, a real laugh this time, the sound full of relief and love.

"Yeah, I know. I just... I guess I forget sometimes."

"Well." Nick started, squeezing Chris’s shoulder with a grin. "We’re not going anywhere. So next time, just remind us if we’re being idiots, alright?"

Chris nodded, glancing gratefully at each of them, feeling more grounded and cherished than he had in a long time.

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ivysturnss · 3 months ago

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saying this is just crazy I have spoke to @deareststurns and apologised aswell as deleting the fic wishing this upon anyone is just disgraceful

#sturniolo triplets #matt sturniolo #the sturniolo triplets #chris sturniolo #christopher sturniolo #sturn #nick sturniolo #nicolas sturniolo #sturniolo fanfic #inbox #death threats tw #nathan doe #matthew sturniolo

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ivysturnss · 3 months ago

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⊹₊ ⋆࿐ fall fest ୨୧

⌗ synopsis: fem!reader and the triplets have a cozy day of fall festivities

⌗ content: fluff, bf!matt, fem!reader, swearing

the cozy scent of pumpkin spice and cinnamon fills your nose as you step out of matt’s car, smiling softly. you’re excited, but not as excited as matt himself as he climbs out of the driver’s seat.

“nick, literally just get out of the fuckin’ car!” chris yells, kicking at nick as he takes his time gathering his bag from the floorboard. chris is already in a bad mood after being forced to sit in the back to make room for you in the passenger seat, which is quite amusing.

“i’m literally fucking trying, bitch.” nick scoffs, finally sliding across the row to step out of the car, chris following behind.

matt makes his way around the car to your side, sliding an arm around your waist. “both of you, just… shut the fuck up.” he says calmly, turning to you with a smile and nodding his head toward the already-lively fall fest. “let’s go.”

“i’d be shutting the fuck up if chris’s annoying ass wasn’t so impatient.” nick grumbles, falling into step beside chris and behind you and matt.

you snicker softly at their banter, one of the many reasons why they’re your best friends.

you all walk into the fest, the cozy scent in the air only intensifying as it’s joined by the warm aroma of baked goods and fresh hay. there are people of all ages surrounding you, all happy to enjoy the festival.

above you, lined along the main path, are large orange hanging lights illuminating the area. you snuggle closer to matt as you walk, the chilled air beginning to get to you. he smiles softly and complies, pulling you closer. “cold, mama?”

“only a little.” you reply, resting your head on his shoulder as you walk.

“oh my shit, matt, there’s horses!” chris exclaims, jumping slightly and tapping his brother on the shoulder before pointing toward a man and a woman, both mounted on horses, making their way through the fair.

“wait, i wanna pet one!” you grin, moving your arm to hook around matt’s and dragging him along with you as the four of you follow the horses.

they come to a stop, the woman — presumably dressed as a scarecrow — grins down at you and the triplets. “you can pet ‘em, they don’t bite.” she says in a heavy southern accent.

matt reaches his hand out first, smiling softly and petting along the bridge of it’s nose as nick makes his way to the other horse, trailing his hand across the side of it’s body. “and who is this diva?”

“her name’s cupcake.” replies the man mounted on cupcake, dressed as a cowboy with an equally thick southern accent. “well hello, cupcake.” chris says softly, grinning and petting the side of her face.

you all eventually thank the man and woman, as well as the horses, before rejoining the rest of the festival on the main path. “honestly… ‘m gonna miss cupcake.” chris sighs dramatically, shaking his head solemnly.

“chris… actually shut the fuck up.” matt says, as nick cackles from behind him.

matt’s arm finds its familiar place around your waist and you comply, resting your head on his shoulder. he rests his head on top of yours as you walk, planting a gentle kiss on your temple. “i fucking love fall.”

you laugh softly, grinning at his boyish tone. “matt… it’s autumn, not fall.” you reply, glancing up at him. ‘autumn’ just sounds so much better than ‘fall’.

“it literally doesn’t matter!” he laughs, squeezing your side to emphasize his words.

you watch him as you all continue to wander, talking mindlessly and enjoying the autumn vibe. you can’t help but admire him as his face constantly lights up, or when his tone grows more high-pitched in excitement.

eventually, you all stop at an apple cider donut food truck to rest momentarily and enjoy some fucking fire donuts.

you sit criss-crossed on the picnic bench, facing matt, who sits next to you as he eats his donut. “holy shit, this is gas.” you say, staring down at your donuts.

“yeah? ya got food all over your face..” he laughs, and you smile at him, your lips coated in cinnamon sugar. he brings his hand up to cup your chin, still letting out closed mouth giggles as his thumb brushes over your lips, wiping off the sugar.

“good god, you guys are such cornballs.” chris scoffs, fake-gagging before continuing to eat his food, nick laughing next to him before they start yapping about some nonsense. you’d be laughing and joining in, but it’s filtered out by matt and his pretty face.

it’s refreshing to see him so… in his element. it’s cute. the way he looks around and a smile subconsciously graces his face.

“enjoying yourself?” you ask, brushing your hands off on your jeans and placing the empty donut container on the picnic table, resting your head on his shoulder again.

“i’m really glad we came here today, actually. it’s so pretty out, and it smells good, and everyone’s happy, and it’s just so… fall.” he says, grinning down at you.

“autumn.” you correct jokingly, raising your eyebrows at him. “i actually fuckin’ hate you.” he says through giggles, lightly shoving your shoulder.

he takes a deep breath, grinning back down at you again. “i do have a little something planned, too. if you wanna.” he says softly.

“yeah? whaddaya got?” you ask, smiling up at him as your chin digs into his shoulder. your heart swells at the idea of matt planning something special.

he feigns contemplation for a moment before shaking his head. “nah, you gotta wait to find out.”

you scoff playfully, pouting at him before ultimately deciding it’s kinda romantic. “alright, fine. keep your secrets.” you mumble, shooting an unserious glare at him.

the four of you finish your donuts and continue to wander the festival before matt checks the time on his phone at one point, before glancing down at you. “you ready to experience my plan?”

you glance up at him, raising a brow. “that’s a weird ass way to say it. but yes.” a smile graces your face, as you continue to walk.

“alright.” he says, glancing toward chris and nick, presumably speaking through their eyes. nick rolls his eyes and fakes a gag before chris yanks him away.

“do they know about this??” you ask, a laugh escaping your mouth as you watch nick get dragged away.

“maybe.” he shrugs, grinning and sliding his hand down to the small of your back, leading you a certain way.

eventually, after lots of annoying questioning, a rustic-looking truck, the bed filled with crates of pumpkins, comes into view. the back is positioned for pumpkins to flow out, complete with a sign that says ‘2 for $5, 1 for $3’.

he walks you over, smiling. you glance up at him “we’re buying pumpkins?” you ask, finding the idea cute.

“no. well, yes. but after.” he says, a grin slowly making its way across his face as his eyes avert from yours to behind you.

“what… does that—” you say, turning your head to face whatever he’s looking at.

a little laugh escapes your mouth as you see a large cart filled with hay, attached to a horse. it’s the hayride, but nobody’s on it. “uh.. yeah, after this.” he says, smiling down at you.

“matt. did you fucking pay these people to reserve the hayride for us???” you say, grinning up at him like a child. this is the corniest thing he’s ever done.

“nah.” he says sarcastically, walking you over. you he climbs onto the cart, reaching out an arm to help you up. you sit next to him cross-legged on the hay, as he rests his arm around your shoulders.

“you are such a cornball.” you laugh, as the cart starts to move. the man on the horse leads it to a trail in the forest, decorated throughout with fall decor and fairy lights for the hayride.

“only for you.” he shrugs, glancing around the pretty forest and appreciating the decor before his eyes land on you, a sight he prefers over anything.

a/n: first fic guys! lmk if it’s ass or not

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ivysturnss · 3 months ago

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In love with this

𝑮𝑯𝑶𝑺𝑻𝑺 𝑨𝑵𝑫 𝑺𝑪𝑨𝑹𝑺 | 𝑴𝑨𝑻𝑻 𝑺𝑻𝑼𝑹𝑵𝑰𝑶𝑳𝑶

𝒊𝒏 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒄𝒉… you and the triplets accompany sam and colby during hell week at the haunted farrar elementary school. but what happens when the ghosts don’t seem to enjoy your presence?

𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔… mostly fluff, ghosts, paranormal, a wee bit of violence

𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆: hi there.. guys im gonna be honest here, i kinda hate this and i’m probably going to delete it within a week. (boo tomato tomato) but! if you couldn’t tell this was inspired by the new sam and colby video with the triplets! i lowkey got kinda scared writing this at night LMFAO

you and the triplets were joining sam and colby at the farrar elementary school for hell week. needless to say you were horrified of going, ghosts and spirits were not your thing. matt insisted that you come with him alongside nick and chris. you eventually gave in and agreed to go considering you had previously backed out of going to the driskill hotel. the boys had just finished a basketball game called knockout in the gym to determine who has to do an alone investigation. the six of you were standing in a circle as a you guys discussed who was going to be going alone during the investigation. matt had his arm draped over your shoulder keeping you close by. chris had won the basketball game, which meant he got to pick.

“so chris, do you feel special being able to make this decision?” sam asked chris.

“nah i lowkey feel kinda bad so i’ll leave it up to fate. i’ll spin this fire truck toy and whoever it points towards has to go alone!” chris announced walking over to the toy.

“chris before you choose who has to go alone, would you like to exclude anybody?” nick asked as colby pointed the camera towards him.

“me!” chris laughed while pointing to himself. you looked up at matt and let out a small laugh. “okay well what about a friend or brother of yours?” nick said shrugging, attempting to convince chris to eliminate him from the decision.

you brought your hands up to cup your face and slightly shaking your head “oh my god no, i’m nervous.” chris kneeled down to the floor and placed his hand over the fire truck “okay, are you guys ready?” we all nodded before he flicked his wrist and the toy spun around in a circle before pointing towards- “no way y/n!!!” colby cheered lifting the camera from the toy and pointing the camera towards you.

you stood next to matt with your mouth wide open before squeezing your eyes shut and leaning your head back on matt’s shoulder. “you’ve got to be kidding.”

“y/n it was all fate, i’m sorry!” chris replied, feeling bad that you would have to go around the school all alone. matt rubbed your arms from behind you. “it’s alright baby, i believe in you. you can be the next lorraine warren!” you turned around glaring up at your boyfriend before he let out a chuckle and put his hands up in the air as defense.

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“we are now at the grand central staircase at the farrar elementary school!” colby informed to the camera, with the triplets and you seated next to him. chris and nick were about to do the estes method to see if they could get any insight on the ghosts around them. “i think one of the first interactions with ghosts in the school was right here. one of the old owners almost slipped down these stairs until she felt someone catch her to brace her fall.”

“that’s insane, i’m glad it was a good interaction between them though.” matt admitted. “it’s almost like the ghosts were protecting the owners, unfortunately that’s not what they’re doing with us.” sam hummed with a suspicious tone and turned the camera towards himself.

as your friends spoke to each other and at the camera, you started to feel a little uneasy. the air was thick and there was a tight feeling in your chest, you took a deep breath and looked at your surroundings. seeing that nick and matt were next to you, your anxious feelings subsided before a loud dragging noise was heard from behind the staircase.

“what the hell was that?” colby questioned quickly. “i have no idea, it sounded like it was coming from over here.” sam interrupted while walking behind the staircase and out to the hallway. you, colby, and the triplets quickly followed behind him searching for the source of the noise. everyone looked around the hallway and found no trace of what could’ve possibly triggered the noise.

your eyes darted around the hallway before you felt a presence beside you. thinking it was matt, you quickly turned around only to see him and your friends standing a few feet down the hallway. your heart rate quickly intensified. “what the fuck?” you mumbled to yourself. you shook your head before speed walking towards the rest of the group, intertwining matt’s hand with yours.

matt noticed you next to him “hi baby, how you feeling?” matt asked softly, pushing a strand of loose hair behind your ear. “im scared, this place is so eerie.” you smiled nervously at him.

before matt could respond sam approached us slightly jogging. “hey you guys ready to go back to the stairs?” matt turned towards his friend before speaking. “yup let’s go.” he dragged your hand back down the hallway to the grand staircase. sam followed behind the two of you, as you turned the corner chris and nick were already putting their headset and blindfold on, preparing to perform the estes method.

you sat down on the step in front of nick with matt one step below you. “alright let’s start! is there anybody with us on the grand central staircase?” colby asked from beside chris. a loud silence consumed all of you as you all awaited an answer. nick giggled causing you to turn your head. “sorry the silence just makes me laugh.” you turned towards the camera shaking your head and rolling your eyes.

“were any of you with us in the gym at first?” colby asked again. “annual” chris announces loudly. “what happens annually?” sam questioned from behind the camera.

there was another long pause before nick spoke up. “thursday, july twenty fifth.” everyone’s eyes went wide at the specific date. you turned towards matt and he placed his hand on your knee as a sign of comfort. “wait isn’t that..tomorrow?” you said pulling out your phone. “no way.” matt gasped, peering over your phone “what the fuck it is tomorrows date. what’s gonna happen on that date?”

“all of this” chris explained. “what the hell does that mean?” you asked softy, looking around at your friends.

“y/n.” nick spoke loudly causing you to spin your around to face him. matt rubbed your knee softly, taking a deep breath. “what the hell?” your eyebrows furrowed before looking at colby.

just as sam was about to say something, a loud noise was heard from upstairs. “did you hear that?” colby eyes widened looking at sam before running up the stairs, recording on his phone. “i don’t see anything up here.” he yelled from above.

“show power.” nick suddenly spoke.

“it’s over.” chris spoke next.

“her”

“out”

“hurt”

you laughed nervously and turned to face sam. “that’s not concerning at all.” colby made his way down the stairs after investigating. “i think we’re good for now, we should take them out.” sam nodded and quickly tapped nick and chris to alert him to take their headphones and blindfold off.

there were prominent goosebumps on your arms after hearing what nick and chris were saying during the estes method. it felt like a heavy weight was placed on your shoulders which caused your heart rate to beat faster. matt noticed immediately and placed his hand on your back. “y/n?” he spoke softly, looking at you with a concerned expression. you swallowed hard and turned to look at him. “are you feeling alright sweetheart? i’m right next to you don’t worry.”

“sorry, it’s nothing. i’m just…i’m okay.” you responded in the same soft tone before giving him a reassuring smile. he stood up and reached his hand down to help you from the stairs. you both walked back to the main hallway to meet up with the rest of your friends, mentally preparing for your investigation that you would have to endure alone.

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“it’s time to split up and die.” colby announced to the camera. we all bent over in laughter at his idiotic comment. “how are you feeling y/n? are you ready to go to the boiler room all on your own” sam asked looking over at you with the camera.

“well let’s just say i’m not thrilled to be going in the most haunted room in this school alone!” you explained crossing your arms over your chest. “i can’t believe you’re actually doing this y/n, im already shitting bricks just thinking about the ghost interactions you’ll have.” nick interrupted. you let out a big sigh and shrugged your shoulders. “thanks nick! that’s super helpful!” you exclaimed sarcastically.

“okay! before we all part ways for our investigation, we need to open all these lockers to see if they’ll shut on their own. if they do, something’s definitely here!” sam explained, filming colby and chris who were opening all the locker doors.

i kept my gaze on them before matt gently took hold of my wrist and pulled me to the side away from everyone else. “you’re gonna be okay on your own right? if you don’t wanna do it i’ll tell sam to take your spot, they won’t make you do anything you don’t want too.” he cupped my face and rubbed his thumb over my cheek. “i’ll be okay matt, don’t worry about it!” you reassured him. deep down you were still scared of what would happen while you were on your own, but you didn’t want to back out.

“if anything happens or you don’t want to do it anymore, come find me alright?” matt murmured and titled your chin up before giving you a soft peck on the lips.

nick walked up to the two of you before making a gagging noise. “are you guys done eating each others faces? we have to start now.” matt gave nick a side eye before following him back to sam, colby, and chris. “okay guys. see you back here soon hopefully!” colby said while waving to everyone to say goodbye as nick and matt left together to room 206 and i walked down stairs towards the boiler room.

the bright light of the camera shined brightly towards your face as you started recording “alright guys! it’s just me here, unfortunately.” you sighed “i’m gonna be really honest here, i’m terrified of this place. being alone in one of the most haunted rooms in the school was not something i planned on doing tonight.” as you made your way down the stairs you heard a loud creaking noise. you paused your footsteps and looked at your surroundings, nothing. you shook your head and came to a conclusion your nerves were scaring you.

once you made it to the boiler room, you set down the equipment sam and colby had given you and were preparing to asks the ghosts some questions. placing the camera down, you put the music box on the floor and the flashlight on a random ledge. you took a seat on a random folding chair and hit record on the camera.

“is there anybody with me in the boiler room? if there is, can you set off the music box or the flashlight.” you asked. the silence around you was horrifying and the only source of light was the one attached to the camera.

before you knew it the flashlight had turned on. you turned towards the camera before whispering quietly. “okay so there’s definitely somebody here with me right now. can you turn the flashlight off if you’re the janitor?” the light remained lit. “are you the gym teacher?” there was no movement from any of the equipment. “this is really strange, the only people that sam and colby talked about being down here was the janitor and principal. if this isn’t them talking to me, who else is here?” you murmured towards the camera.

you rested your elbow on your knee, placing your head in the palm of your hand contemplating what to ask next. “are you a spirit or ghost sam and colby don’t know about?” the flashlight immediately switched off. “uhm…i know some of you guys here aren’t super friendly, are you here to harm us?” you jumped as the music box activated and quickly put your hand over your chest. “well, my friends and i mean no harm to any of you here we just want to know more about you guys.”

the camera beeped from in front of you, indicating it had stopped recording. you leaned forward to pick it up off the shelf it rested on but before you could grab it the chair you were sitting on was pulled out from behind you. you gasped and quickly turned around, only to see nobody there. before you could recover from the fall, your back hit the cold concrete floor as you felt a tug on your hair. you placed your hands over your head and squeezed your eyes shut for a moment. your breathing became uneven and it felt like somebody had placed a dumbbell on your chest.

when you opened your eyes again you were met with a black silhouette standing above you. you tried to yell for someone but it felt as if your breath had gotten caught in your throat.

“leave” a whisper echoed beside your left ear. with your heart racing you quickly stood up only to fall back down to your knees when you felt a sharp pain in your forearm. tears welled in your eyes and you bit down hard on your lower lip as a whimper escaped your throat. you placed your palm on the concrete floor to push yourself back up and quickly raced out the boiler room door. leaving all of the equipment behind to go find matt.

as you ran through the gym and up the stairs, your legs felt that they were about to give out with every step you took. you had never felt so weak before. when you reached the main floor where you had originally separated from your friends, you looked around the hallway frantically looking for matt.

“matt! matt! please where are you?” you shouted down the halls with tears streaming down your face from the overwhelming feeling you were experiencing.

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“tell us more about this daddy you’re thinking about!” nick exclaimed at the ghost device. matt stared at him with a disappointing look “nick shut the fuck up be serious here.”

“danger” the device announced

nick and matt looked to each other as their eyes widened. “what’s in danger?” matt’s asked quickly, looking back at nick who had his eyes glued to the door leading out to the hallway. “do-do you hear that?” nick questioned matt, slapping his arm to get his attention.

“hear what nick?” matt murmured to the oldest triplet. but before he could get an answer, he heard his name being shouted from down the hall .

“why does it sound like y/n? oh my god what if it’s a ghost impersonating her!” nick said grabbing matt’s hand. matt quickly shot up in his seat and pushed the desk out of the way before racing towards the door. but before he could reach the exit, you ran into the door way making eye contact with him. your breathing was ragged as you put both of your hands on the doorframe to stabilize yourself.

“matt.” you cried as you fell into his chest. he almost lost his balance from the sudden impact but quickly caught you in his arms to stabilize the both of you.

“y/n, baby what-what happened? are you okay? are you hurt?” matt asked desperately, looking at nick to come help him. nick ran to your side with a worried expression on his face. you let out choked sobs as you tried to speak to matt, clinging onto his arms as if he were to disappear if you let go. “i’m right here. it’s okay, it’s okay.” matt said softly, stroking your hair in attempt to calm you down.

sam, colby, and chris all raced into the room you guys were in to see what all the commotion was for, only to be stunned by the state you were in.

matt lowered you to the floor and held you close as you looked up at him with teary eyes. “talk to me baby, what happened?”he asked softly. “i-i don’t even remember what happened down there. there was something in the boiler room and it pulled my chair from underneath me and pulled my hair. i could barley even see what it was.” you rambled with sobs escaping your throat.

nick, chris, sam and colby all looked at each other and spoke lowly in an attempt to figure out what had happened. chris stepped aside from his other friends and stood above his brother with concern in his eyes “matt..her arm.” matt quickly looked down and gently turned your wrist over to reveal three crimson scratches on your forearm.

“oh my god. y/n that does not look good.” sam said worriedly. you lifted your head from matt’s chest and let out a sniffle looking down at your arm.

“i mean…you’ll have a pretty cool scar and story after it heals!” nick said rubbing your shoulder from beside matt, trying to lighten the mood. you let out a small laugh while wiping your eyes with the back of your hand.

“do you guys know what could’ve caused this to happen?” matt asked looking at sam and colby. they looked at each other slightly confused considering they had no idea. “it’s hard to say honestly. some spirits attach themselves to particular people for no reason, it could have something to do with your aura or ancestors.” colby shrugged, looking down at you with concern in his eyes. matt held you close as you calmed down, whispering sweet nothings in your ear as reassurance.

it’s safe to say none of you expected the night to end like this.

xoxo, mia ♡

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