#Chris x you

[whor3ing]

i love this series to my core

𝑺𝒂𝒚 𝑰𝒕 𝑨𝒈𝒂𝒊𝒏 1 | 𝑪.𝑺

▶︎ ၊၊||၊ SHOW ME , BURY & BENELD

Chris Sturniolo x f!reader

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IN WHICH.. You meet Chris Sturniolo at a meet-and-greet, where a seemingly innocent interaction quickly turns into something more backstage. Later that evening, you post about the experience on your Tumblr blog, never expecting that Chris would find it.

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part one , part two , part three

word count : 6k ♡

00 : Behind the Velvet Rope

The moment you’ve been waiting for, dreamed about, counted to, has finally arrived.

Those words echo through your head, but they do nothing to calm the anticipation curling tight in your chest. The feeling is overwhelming, almost suffocating, as you stand amongst the crowd, your eyes scanning the room, your heart hammering harder with each passing second.

As much as it feels like a fever dream to be here, to be seconds away from meeting the Sturniolo's, the sight of their names and their faces plastered everywhere remind you just how real this truly is.

Pictures of them are scattered across the venue, some candid, some posed, their names bolded in dark black ink, all so familiar that it almost feels unreal to be surrounded by them like this.

You’ve seen these faces a thousand times before, in their videos, in edits you’ve replayed more times than you can admit.

But never like this, never with the knowledge that just beyond the crowd, just past the last few people in line, they’re actually here; about to meet you.

Every so often, you catch glimpses between the shifting bodies of your peers, an all too familiar hand running through hair, a quick turn of a head, the flash of a grin. It makes your stomach flip, a rush of nerves tightening in your chest as the distance between you and them continues to shrink. You tug at the hem of your shirt, shifting on your feet, the denim of your jeans stiff against your legs, grounding you as anticipation builds.

The line stretches ahead, absolutely packed with fans, voices bubbling with excitement, nervous laughter breaking through the hum of conversation. Their energy mirrors your own, their wide smiles, restless hands, the jittery edge of absolute shock laced with their every movement.

And then suddenly, it’s your turn.

Your breath catches in your throat as you step forward, your legs unsteady beneath you. Every second leading up to this moment had felt like a blur, but now, time slows to an unbearable crawl.

Christopher Sturniolo is right there.

Sitting at the table, arms resting lazily against it, he glances up at you, and for the first time tonight, your mind goes completely blank.

Chris looks even better in person, somehow sharper and softer all at once. His dark hair is tousled, the strands falling perfectly into place and his blue eyes are piercing under the bright venue lights, playful yet sharp as they lock onto yours, like he’s already figured you out before you’ve even spoken.

He’s wearing a hoodie, the fabric bunched slightly at his elbows, exposing his forearms as he lazily rests them on the table. His fingers tap idly against the surface, the few rings on his fingers catching the light with every slow movement.

Beside him, Matt is just as relaxed, leaning back slightly in his chair, arms crossed over his chest, his lips curved into an easy smile as he chats with the fan in front of him. Nick, on the other hand, is laughing at something someone said, his eyes shining and his smile wide.

There’s something about the way he’s sitting, about the way they all are sitting—it's relaxed, confident, like they are all completely at ease despite the constant buzz of excitement around him.

The silver chain around his neck glints as he shifts slightly, and the scent of his cologne lingers in the air between you—clean, warm, something undeniably him.

His lips twitch up into that familiar, teasing smirk, like he already knows the effect he has on you, like he’s waiting to see just how flustered you’ll get.

“Yo, what’s up?” His voice is smooth, casual, like this is just any other conversation, like he’s not the one you’ve been waiting to meet for months, like he's not the one you write about, dream about.

He leans forward slightly, resting his forearms on the table, fingers idly drumming against the surface. “You doin’ good? You look kinda—” He pauses, tilting his head, eyes scanning your face before a knowing grin spreads across his lips. “Nervous as hell.”

Your stomach flips, heat creeping up your neck as you let out a shaky laugh. “I mean… yeah, kinda.”

He huffs out a quiet chuckle, shaking his head. “Nah, you’re good. We’re just guys, y’know? No need to be nervous.” He gestures between himself and his brothers. “Well, except maybe around Matt. He’s kinda weird.”

“Dude, what?” Matt scoffs from beside him, shooting Chris an offended glare, but Chris just laughs, his eyes flicking back to you.

“So, what’s your name?” he asks, his fingers lazily spinning the Sharpie in his hand.

You tell him, and he repeats it back, testing it out, letting it roll off his tongue.

“Yeah, that’s a cool name.” He grins, then nods toward your phone still clutched tightly in your hand. “You wanna take a picture or somethin’?”

You nod quickly, almost too eagerly, and Chris chuckles at your reaction, shaking his head as he reaches out for your phone. His fingers brush against yours as he takes it from you, and the contact is brief, but it’s enough to drive you wild.

“Alright, c’mere,” he says, shifting slightly in his seat to make space for you.

Your heart pounds as you step closer, slipping into the small space between him and Nick, Matt at your other side.

Chris slings an arm around your shoulders like it’s the most natural thing in the world, his grip easy, warm, familiar despite the fact that you’ve never met before. The scent of his cologne lingers stronger now, mixing with the faint hint of whatever detergent clings to his hoodie.

Matt leans in on the other side, grinning as Nick holds up the phone to snap the picture. “Alright, say something dumb,” Nick teases, hovering his thumb over the button.

Chris hums like he’s actually thinking about it before, at the last second, he rolls his eyes, “Matt’s ugly.”

The camera clicks right as Matt shoves him, nearly knocking you into Chris’ chest as everyone bursts into laughter.

“Dude, you’re literally an idiot,” Matt groans, shaking his head, but there’s a grin tugging at his lips.

You can’t even process what just happened, can’t believe how easy this all feels, how comfortable they all are. Chris is still laughing, arm still draped over you, and when he looks down, catching the dazed smile on your face, his grin seems to shift to almost a smirk.

“You good?” he teases, voice low enough that only you can hear it. His fingers squeeze your shoulder lightly before he drops his arm, wiping his hand on his jeans before turning back to the table as he reaches for a poster to sign.

Behind him, Matt and Nick settle back into their spots, effortlessly slipping back into their interactions. Matt flashes a playful smile at a girl just a few feet away, ruffling his hair before signing something for her, while Nick cracks a joke with a fan, making them laugh easily.

“Yeah. Yeah, I’m good.”

He chuckles, uncapping the Sharpie with his teeth before scribbling something down, and for a second, you forget how to breathe.

It’s such a simple action, but there’s something effortlessly hot about the way he does it—his lips parting just enough to hold the cap between his teeth, jaw tightening slightly as he focuses on the paper in front of him. His fingers move lazily, gripping the marker with practiced ease, veins subtly visible beneath the skin of his forearm as he writes. He smiles, his eyes flashing up to you, "You sure about that?”

Chris slides the signed poster toward you, but instead of looking away like he’s already moving on to the next person, his eyes linger on you. He’s watching you again—really watching, like he’s trying to figure you out. Like he knows something you don’t.

“You from around here?” he asks, his tone still light, still teasing, but there’s an edge of curiosity beneath it.

You shake your head. “Nah, I drove a few hours for this.”

He raises an eyebrow, an amused sort of interest flashing across his face. “Damn. Dedication.” His tongue darts out to wet his lips, and he leans in just a little.

“Worth it?”

You let out a breathy laugh, trying to ignore how warm your face is. “I mean… yeah.”

“Yeah?” He smirks, tapping the Sharpie against his ring covered fingers. “I dunno, you don’t sound too sure.”

Your heart is hammering in your chest, and you’re pretty sure he knows it. “No, it’s definitely worth it.”

Chris huffs a quiet chuckle, shaking his head as he leans back again. His gaze flickers down for a split second—your skirt, the way your fingers brush at the hem, grounding yourself.

He tilts his head toward the side of the venue, where a roped-off area leads toward the backstage doors. “You in a rush?”

You blink. “What?”

His smirk deepens, like he’s enjoying how easily you get flustered. “You got time to hang for a bit?”

Your stomach flips. “Backstage?”

Chris shrugs, tapping the marker against his lip like he’s pretending to think about it. “I mean, unless you’d rather go stand in the crowd again.”

It’s not a serious question. He knows the answer before you even say it.

You nod, pulse racing. “Yeah. I—I have time.”

His grin widens as he pushes back from the table, his brothers still occupied with other fans, not paying much attention. He gestures for you to follow. “Aight, c’mon then.”

01 : Sex & Souvenirs

Your heart pounds in your chest as you follow him, trying to keep your steps steady even though everything inside of you feels like it's on fire.

You follow close behind, your heart thumping faster with every step. The sound of your shoes against the floor is drowned by the hum of conversations and the distant music, but it doesn’t matter.

All you can focus on is Chris in front of you, the way he moves through the queue, the way his hands rest at his side as he walks, the relaxed yet confident sway in his step. He glances back occasionally, flashing you that same teasing grin, as if he’s fully aware of how you’re trying to steady your breath.

As you both make your way to the backstage area, the excitement of the venue fades, replaced by a quiet hum in the background.

The hallways here are quieter, cooler, and the lights are dimmer, casting long shadows along the walls. Chris takes it all in stride, leading the way with that calm ease of someone who’s used to this world, before leading you down the hall, stopping at a door that's slightly ajar, the light from inside spilling out onto the floor.

He nudges it open with his shoulder, revealing a small, dimly lit room.

Inside, the carpet underfoot is a muted gray, plush enough to sink into, but it’s clear it’s been well-worn, the fibers flattened from frequent use.

It contrasts with the polished wood of the coffee table and the sleek metal of the film equipment scattered around. A few stray cords snake across the floor, leading to the cameras and tripods, adding to the sense of controlled messiness in the room.

A couch sits against the wall, an old leather piece that’s seen better days but still looks inviting with its deep, rich color. A couple of water bottles and a half-empty snack bowl rest on the coffee table, along with a remote control for the TV on the wall, currently switched off, silent in the background.

Walking over to the couch, Chris takes a seat, casually throwing one arm across the back, looking relaxed. He pats the spot beside him, the gesture almost casual, but you can tell from the way his eyes lock onto yours that it’s more than just an invitation to sit.

“You sure your good?” he asks again, his voice low, his gaze never leaving you. The smirk is still there, but it feels different now, like there’s something else beneath it, something personal.

You sit beside him, feeling the heat of his body next to yours, but your mind’s still buzzing with the moment you’re actually here. Something else crosses your mind, and the words slip out before you can stop them. “Won’t your other fans miss you?”

You tilt your head slightly, your fingers tracing the edge of the coffee table, trying to hide the nervousness in your voice. “I mean, you’re kinda skipping out on the meet and greet, right?”

Chris’ eyes twinkle with amusement, a grin tugging at his lips as he leans back, one hand still draped across the back of the couch, his body angled toward you.

“Nah, they’ll be fine,” he says smoothly, almost nonchalant. “They’ll get their turn. I’m just taking a little break, y’know?”

His gaze softens as he glances down at you, that smirk still playing at the corner of his mouth. “But right now? I’m more focused on you than them.”

He leans in a little closer, his arm brushing against yours as he shifts his weight, the space between you narrowing just enough for you to feel the heat radiating off him.

Chris leans back into the couch, his eyes still locked on you with that same teasing glint, his smirk never quite leaving.

There’s something in the way he looks at you now, something sharper, as if he’s watching every little movement, every breath you take.

“So…” he starts, the word drawn out like he’s savoring it. “Why you so nervous all of a sudden? You were calm enough to follow me back here.” His voice drops, quieter now, almost too casual, like he's testing you. “Came all the way back here with me, no hesitation. But now you’re acting like I’m gonna bite your head off or somethin’.”

You swallow, heart pounding as the tension between you thickens. "I didn’t think it’d be like this," you admit, your voice quieter now, your words almost coming out in a breathless rush. "Like, I didn’t think I’d end up… here. With you. Alone."

Chris’ smirk widens, but there's something deeper in his expression now, like he’s enjoying this subtle game you’re playing. "So, what, you thought this was all just gonna stay... innocent?" His voice drops a little, the teasing edge still there but laced with something else, something more intent. "You came all the way back here with me, and now you’re telling me you didn’t expect it to get... this close?"

You hesitate for a second, your pulse quickening under his gaze. "I didn’t know what to expect."

Chris raises an eyebrow at your words, a slow, teasing grin spreading across his face. "But you knew something would happen, right?"

His voice drops even lower, more deliberate now, like he’s trying to draw you in further with his velvety tone. "You wouldn’t be here if you didn’t expect something to change." You didn’t follow me back just to sit and chat."

As he speaks, his fingers move absentmindedly, toying with the rings on his hands, twisting them between his fingers like he has all the time in the world.

The veins running along the backs of his hands stand out subtly, shifting each time his fingers flex, his knuckles prominent as he rolls the metal around. It’s distracting—too distracting—because all you can think about is how good those hands would feel against you. How easily those fingers could wrap around your wrist, your throat, your waist.

Your breath catches slightly as your eyes flicker from his hands back up to his face, only to find him watching you, smirking like he knows exactly what’s running through your mind.

"What, you’re telling me you didn’t want it to be different? Didn’t want things to get a little… closer?" His eyes catch yours again, unrelenting, like he’s daring you to say something, to make a move.

"I guess I do want it to be different," You murmur, fidgeting with your hands.

Chris leans back just a bit, his eyes glinting. "So, you’re not just here for the meet and greet anymore, huh?" he teases, his tone dripping with intent.

You swallow hard, your heart racing at the way he’s looking at you, at the way his words hang in the air between you.

You shift uncomfortably, the weight of his gaze making it hard to think clearly. "I guess not," you say, your voice barely above a whisper as you meet his blue eyes again, feeling the tension between you thicken as he smiles, his tongue darting into his cheek.

His eyes flicker down to your lips, then back up to your eyes, that same playful challenge lingering in his expression. "You know," he says, his voice quiet, almost a purr, "you don’t have to act like you’re unsure. I can tell what you want."

Chris smirks as his fingers lightly circle your neck, not squeezing, just resting there—taunting. "Look at you," he murmurs, tilting his head. His thumb traces the line of your jaw before tightening just enough to make your breath hitch.

As Chris’s thumb presses gently against your pulse, you can feel the warmth of his breath on your skin, the way his hand against your neck teases you. "'All worked up already, and I'm only just talking.."

Before you can respond, his lips crash into yours, hungry and impatient. This kiss is sloppy, all consuming. Chris' hungry mouth moving against yours, his grip on your neck keeping you in place as his other hand wanders down onto your thighs, drifting to firmly hold your hip, his hands rubbing themselves against the skin just above your pants.

You can feel his tongue slip against yours, rough and demanding, his lips moving in sync with your own, his hands on your neck gripping even tighter.

"You wanna get more comfortable, sweetheart?" he murmurs, breaking the kiss, his breath hot against your ear instead, "these jeans look a little tight on you."

His grip on your hip tightens as he urges you to take them off, his thumb slipping under the hem of your pants, brushing against your lower abdomen, as if to temp you out of them, not that you need much motivation.

Chris grins at you with how fast you slip off your jeans, letting them pool at your feet as you sit on the couch with him, putting your panties on display for him.

"I knew those pants were too tight on you," he murmurs, his hand moving to rest on your thigh, his palm searingly hot against your skin, just as hot as the one against your throat.. You watch as he trails his fingers up and down your inner thigh, you can feel the cold metal of his rings against your bare skin, making you shiver against him.

"C'mere, lean against the arm of the couch ma," he murmurs, his eyes filled with absolute desire.

His words are a command you can't refuse, his tone both gentle and dominant, making your insides twist with a heady mixture of desire and anticipation. You obey, leaning back against the arm of the couch, your body arched toward him, your position leaving you completely exposed to him.

"God look at how wet that pussy is..." He trails off, "Can see it right through these useless panties.." Chris whispers, his fingers brushing against the fabric right above your cunt, the coldness of his rings pressing into you, only slightly.

"Can’t believe you were so soaked just from a fucking meet-and-greet," he murmurs, a sarcastic laugh escaping his lips. "You must’ve really been holding out on me."

His smirk grows, and he leans in, his lips grazing your ear, his hands mercilessly finding the waistband of your underwear. Chris' fingers brush against the fabric as he slowly pulls them down, chuckling "I bet you were dripping the whole time, huh? Couldn’t even keep it together in front of all those people."

“You’re so fucking needy,” he whispers, voice rougher now, right next to your head, but still laced with that mocking sweetness. “Didn’t think I’d be the one to make you lose it, huh? Here you are, all wet for me before we’ve even done anything."

You can feel the way that he rubs your thighs, the muscles in his hands flexing as he moves them against you. You can feel the strength in his fingers, how they wrap around you with ease, how his veins look like they're about to pop the harder he rubs against the skin of your neck.

“You like that, don’t you?” Chris mutters, breaking your thoughts. “You like the way my hands feel on you… so fucking strong, you don’t want me to stop.”

Suddenly, before you can respond, you feel his fingers reach your clit. The movement is slow as he traces gentle circles around your most sensitive spot, his fingers toying and teasing with where you need him most.

“You’re so fucking wet for me,” he murmurs, his voice a low growl in your ear, his fingers continuing their slow, torturous rhythm.

“Could feel it the second I touched you. All this for me, huh?” His thumb applies just enough pressure to make you gasp, pushing you closer to the edge with every stroke, while his other hand holds you steady, the veins in his wrist and forearm flexing as he moves.

"God— Chris, oh fuck.." You moan, your pussy feeling so sensitive from his touch. Instinctively, you can feel your hands reach up to cover your mouth, remembering where you are, your moans becoming muffled through the skin of your palm against your lips.

"Yeah? You like that?" he murmurs, his breath hot against your skin, his touch growing rougher as he feels you shiver under his touch, his rings pressing into your mound above your pussy as his fingers work against your clit.

"You like it when I touch you like this? Yeah baby?"

Chris notices your covered mouth immediately, his lips curling into a smirk as he pulls back slightly from your ear to meet your eyes. "Don’t hide it," he murmurs, voice dark with authority. “I want to hear you. Every fucking sound. No holding back.”

Before you can protest or pull your hand to cover your mouth, his grip on your jaw tightens, his hand leaves your neck to remove your hand, and his thumb presses against your bottom lip, forcing it to part.

“You don’t get to hide from me,” he growls, eyes narrowing. “Let me hear how much you fucking like this, how much that fucking pussy wants me to make it feel good."

His demands only cause you to moan more, your mouth opening and your tongue snaking around his fingers that rest on your lips. Your tongue maneuvers around them, pulling his index finger into your mouth, your moans stifled against the skin of his finger. "God, Chris.. right fucking there—yes.."

Chris' fingers dig into your neck, pressing firmer as his fingers leave your clit. You whine, instinctively, the sound loud and laced with so much want. “Chris, please…” You barely manage to get the words out, your voice thick with need and frustration.

He leans back, a smirk tugging at his lips as he watches your reaction. “Shhh.” His finger gently presses against your lips, silencing you. “I’m not done yet,” he murmurs, voice low, amused.

You whimper, your frustration building, the absence of his touch making everything feel even more intense. You try to shift, to pull him back, but he’s not having it.

“I said, I’m not done,” he repeats, his voice like silk, but with a command in it that makes your whole body tingle. His eyes flicker down to you, seeing your desperation, and he chuckles darkly. "Patience, baby. You’ll get what you want, just not yet."

With a slow, deliberate motion, he shifts his body, positioning his thigh firmly between your legs. He presses it against you, just enough to make you gasp, but not enough to give you what you want.

“Shhh, be quiet,” he murmurs, his lips curling into that wicked smirk as he watches you squirm, his thigh resting perfectly against your pussy. "Go ahead," he murmurs, his voice low and commanding, "Rub yourself on me. I know you need it. Don't be shy." He shifts slightly, giving you just enough space to grind against his thigh, his hand resting casually on the back of your neck.

"You’re not getting away with holding back anymore," he continues, the teasing in his voice only making the whole situation more intense. Slowly, you begin to rock your hips, dragging your wet pussy against the dark denim of his jeans, the friction sending jolts of pleasure through your body. Chris watches you closely, his smirk never fading, his eyes dark with amusement as you begin to ride his thigh harder, unable to stop the need coursing through you. "I know you want to feel it. Go ahead, baby, take what you need."

“You feel that?” he murmurs, his voice rough as you grind against him. "You’re so fucking wet, I can feel it." His hand grips your waist, helping guide your movements, but you can tell he’s enjoying watching you take control, even if just for a moment.

You moan, your eyes closing as you feel one of his hands grip around your hips, rubbing at the skin. He bends his neck, craning to rest his lips against the side of your neck.

"You're so fucking beautiful like this, makin' a mess on my thigh," You can feel the way Chris' lips slide against your skin, the way he sucks at your neck, biting and licking at your soft skin. “You like that, huh?” he murmurs, his teeth grazing against your skin before he sucks lightly, marking you. “You’re so fucking beautiful, can’t resist leaving my mark on you, say that you're mine— fuck.."

"I'm yours—mm, yes Chris."

He smirks, "Say it again, say that you're fucking mine."

"I'm fucking yours, Chris—God, please don't stop."

He smirks, satisfied, then moves to the other side of your neck, his lips pressing harder, teeth scraping gently before his mouth opens wider, leaving a dark, purple bruise beneath your skin. "There," he whispers, voice rough. "You’ll wear this for me, won’t you? Everywhere you go, people will know who made you feel this good."

The mixture of his hands on your thighs, guiding your hips up against his, and the way that his lips suck against your neck is enough to drive you to that edge.

Your body trembles, the sensations becoming almost too much to handle as your hips moves faster, harder, pressing down just the right way onto his thigh. You try to bite back your moans, but it’s impossible.

“Look at you,” Chris growls, his voice rough as he watches you unravel. “So fucking close, huh? Don’t even try to hide it.”

"Chris—please, I'm gonna come."

“Fuck, that’s it,” he murmurs, his grip tightening on your waist, his fingers rubbing against your hips, slapping them gently, urging you to rub your cunt against him faster. “Let go for me, come all over my thigh baby."

You can’t stop it now. The buildup is too much, too overwhelming. Your breath hitches as the first wave of pleasure crashes over you, the tight knot in your stomach unraveling as you gasp for air, completely at his mercy.

As soon as you come, Chris slows your movements, his hand still gripping your waist as he pulls you gently away from him, the two of you breathing heavily. He chuckles, smiling at you, his lips detaching from your neck so that he can sit up straight, your pussy still directly in front of him, nearly twitching.

Chris tilts his head, watching you with that same cocky smirk, his fingers still teasing over your soaked skin. “Look at you,” he murmurs, voice thick with amusement. “So fucked out already, and I’ve barely even touched you.”

His thumb brushes over your clit, the sensitivity making you jolt, and he grins. “Still twitching for me,” he muses, dragging his fingers down your clit, spreading the wetness just to tease you. “You want more, don’t you?”

Your breath is shaky, your body still coming down from the high, but you can’t deny the way you ache for more. You nod, unable to form words, but Chris just tuts, shaking his head.

“Use your words,” he instructs, his fingers pausing right at your entrance, the anticipation making your head spin. “Tell me how bad you want it.”

He leans in, his breath warm against your skin as his lips ghost over the marks he left on your neck. His free hand grips your thigh, keeping you spread open for him.

“I already made you come once,” he murmurs, teasing the tip of one finger inside you, barely pushing in. “You think you deserve another?”

Chris watches you squirm beneath him, his smirk deepening as he drags his fingers all along your cunt, barely touching where you need him most. His rings are cold against your heated skin, the metal sending a shiver up your spine as they trail closer to your aching pussy.

“Still shaking,” he mutters, amused. “That sensitive already slut?”

Before you can respond, he presses two fingers inside you, slow but deep, stretching you open. The coolness of his rings contrasting sharply with the absolute heat and wetness between your legs, making you gasp, your body tensing at the sensation.

Chris groans at the feeling, watching your reaction like it’s the best thing he’s ever seen.“Fuck,” he breathes, his fingers curling just right, the chilled metal pressing against your walls. “Feel that? Bet you’ve never had anything this good inside you before, and it's just my fingers, ma.” He pumps his fingers lazily, just enough to make you whimper.

His free hand grips your thigh, keeping you spread wide for him, his thumb pressing possessively into your skin. “You’re so fucking warm,” he murmurs, almost to himself, his fingers moving deeper, twisting slightly so the pads press against that perfect spot inside you. “And so goddamn tight.”

Your hips jerk, chasing the friction, but Chris holds you down with ease, his grip tightening as he smirks. “Nah,” he chuckles, slowing his movements on purpose, flicking his head to shake the brown hair out of his eyes.

“You take what I give you. Nothing more.”

He pulls his fingers almost all the way out, letting the cold bands of his rings drag against your entrance before pushing them back in again, deliberately slow, as he murmurs, “You love it, don’t you?”

“The way my rings feel inside you. Fucking you open, stretching you out, while you just lay there and take it.”

His thumb finds your clit, rubbing slow, torturous circles as he curls his fingers again, the mix of cold and heat driving you insane. “Come on, baby,” he purrs, his lips brushing your ear. “Give me another. I want to feel you come all over my fingers.”

"Oh fuck— I—" Chris is relentless, his fingers curling inside you with precision, his thumb rubbing slow, deliberate circles over your clit.

“That’s it,” Chris murmurs, watching you, his smirk dripping with satisfaction. “You gonna come for me again? Gonna make a mess all over my fingers baby?”

You can barely think, barely breathe, your body tightening around him, you're so damn close you can feel it about to snap. You reach your hands up, your nails digging into his shoulders, your breath catching as he fucks you with his fingers.

But then—

“Chris?”

The voice is muffled but close, floating in from just outside the door. Your entire body tenses, the haze of pleasure shattered in an instant. Your eyes snap open, panic flashing through you as another voice chimes in.

“Yo, Chris, you in there?”

Chris freezes for half a second, his jaw clenching, his fingers still pumping inside of you. “Shhh,” he hums, brushing his mouth against your ear, pressing a kiss to your jaw before leaning back, whispering, "You gotta be fuckin' kidding.."

His eyes flicker toward the door as another knock sounds.

“Yo, Chris, come on, man!”

Chris sighs, shaking his head as he looks at you, still spread out in front of him, still trembling, still desperate. He smirks.

“Guess they really need me,” he muses, pumping his fingers into you for the last few times, sighing. "God this pussy is so fuckin' good.. I don't wanna leave without filling it all up.."

“Fuck, Chris,” you whimper, barely even aware of how loud you sound, too lost in the feeling of his fingers still working you open. You don’t care if they hear—you just need him to keep going, need him to push you over the edge before it’s too late.

Chris groans, his jaw clenching like he’s just as frustrated as you are. “Shit, baby,” he murmurs, his thumb swiping over your clit in one last, devastating motion. “You sound so fuckin’ pretty when you beg.”

You let out a desperate, frustrated whine, clenching around him, your body so close to breaking. But before you can even think about falling over that edge, he pulls his fingers out completely, leaving you empty, aching, throbbing with need.

Chris brings his slick fingers up to his mouth, sucking them clean with a smirk before leaning down, his lips barely lingering over yours. He presses a soft kiss to your lips before getting up, adjusting himself, running a hand through his hair as if to wipe the sex off of him.

The knocking at the door grows more impatient, voices calling his name again. Chris sighs, shaking his head before glancing back at you one last time.

“Dunno if I’ll see you again,” he mutters, almost like he’s thinking out loud. Then his smirk returns, but it doesn’t quite reach his eyes. “Guess we’ll see, huh?”

And with that, he’s gone, leaving you panting, soaked, and completely in shock.

02 : Confession

You’re still in bed, the only light in the room coming from your phone screen as you hover over the post button.

Your breath is uneven, pulse pounding in your ears. The memory is still so sharp,his hands on you, his breath against your ear, the way he left you hanging, knowing exactly what he was doing. The way he smirked before walking out that door, leaving you desperate, wrecked, ruined.

Your fingers tremble slightly as you scroll through the story you just typed out, everything so fresh in your head as if it had happened just a few seconds ago.

No one would ever think that this was anything different than your usual posts about Chris or Matt, nothing different than the usual smut and fluff you wrote; not one of your followers would ever imagine that this all could be true, that all of this truly happened just a few days ago at their tour.

Your legs press together just thinking about him again, a dull ache still lingering between them as the memory rushes back—his thigh between yours, his fingers digging into your hips, his voice murmuring filth into your ear. The way he left you breathless, trembling, on the edge of something devastating, only to walk away at the very last second.

Your teeth sink into your lip, a shaky exhale slipping past them as your thumb lingers over the post button.

And then, before you can second-guess yourself, your fingers press that shiny blue buttton.

Post uploaded.

thank you for reading ! ♡

part two here!

𖧧 𝑪𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒍𝒆𝒕𝒆 𝑴𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕

first mini series! tried to make it so immersive for us tumblr girlies because god i wish this would happen to me

[malsmind]

kisses aren’t enough. i wanna bite trough you

🕸 - content warnings: ★ cuteness aggression ★ kissing ★ biting ★ clingy!chris ★ suggestive ★

it was one of those nights—cold outside, warm under the covers, the world soft and muted behind drawn curtains and low lamplight. you were curled into chris’s chest, half-wrapped in his hoodie, legs tangled with his, his arms locked tight around you like he thought you might slip away if he let go for even a second.

he was clingy tonight. more than usual. not that you minded.

“you good?” you mumbled into the fabric over his collarbone, feeling the steady rise and fall of his chest under your cheek.

“mmhmm,” he hummed, you could feel the sound rumble through him. but then he shifted, pulling you even closer—somehow—and started kissing the top of your head.

soft. then not-so-soft.

your forehead. your temple. your cheek.

“chris,” you laughed, squirming a little. “what are you doing?”

“you’re just so—ugh,” he groaned dramatically, his mouth now dragging along your jawline. “you’re warm. and soft. and perfect. i hate it.”

“you hate it?” you teased, smiling even as your heart started to race.

“yes. it’s unbearable. you’re too cute. it’s painful.”

his kisses got more frantic, covering every inch of your skin he could reach. lips against your nose, your chin, back up to your cheekbones.

“i literally can’t take it,” he mumbled between kisses. “you’re giving me—what’s the word? cuteness aggression? yeah. that shit.”

you snorted. “that’s not a real thing.”

he pulled back just enough to look at you, eyes a little wide, a little wild. “it absolutely is.”

and then he kissed you again. this time slower. deeper.

you melted into him, arms wrapping around his neck, kissing him back until you were both kind of breathless, a little dazed.

but then—you felt it.

that almost imperceptible prick of something sharp grazing your bottom lip. he pulled away so fast it made your head spin. his eyes were darker now, lips parted, breathing hard.

“fuck,” he whispered, voice tight. “i have to stop.”

you blinked up at him, still catching up. “what—?”

“i got carried away,” he said, like he was angry at himself. “you’re just… you’re so warm, and i can feel your pulse everywhere and—” he groaned, running a hand through his hair. “i didn’t mean to let the fangs out, i swear. it’s like this stupid animal part of me gets all messed up when you’re like this. soft. and safe. and right here.”

you blinked at him. then reached up and flicked his forehead.

“ow—hey.”

“you’re a drama queen, idiot.” you grinned.

he stared at you. then lunged forward and buried his face in your neck with a muffled, desperate groan.

“you don’t get it,” he whined. “i wan' bite you. just a little.”

“you’re not biting me,” you laughed, holding his face away with both hands as he pouted at you.

“not even a nibble?”

“no.”

“what if i asked really nicely?”

“still no.”

he groaned again, collapsing on top of you with a dramatic flop. “you're the worst, bro.”

“your teeth are sharp, chris.”

“yeah, no shit. but i ain't stupid. m' not gonna hurt you.” chris scoffed, tightening his arms around you.

you shook your head with a small chuckle, looking back up at the TV. but chris didn’t stay flopped for long. he shifted again, back to hovering over you, arms tight around your waist, mouth brushing against your neck with an exaggerated sigh.

“kisses ain’t enough,” he muttered, almost like he was annoyed with himself.

you rolled your eyes, tilting your head a little when his lips grazed the skin just under your jaw. “too bad. lay back down, chris. i wanna watch the movie.”

he kissed you there. soft. then a little harder. then—

just the tiniest bite.

your breath hitched. not painful. not even close. it was barely more than a press of sharp canines against your neck, just enough to make your skin prickle and your pulse quicken.

“chris,” you warned, though your voice didn’t exactly sound convincing.

“relax,” he said, mouth still against your throat. “’m not gonna bite hard. i can control myself, y'know.”

“could’ve fooled me,” you mumbled, but your fingers were already curling in the fabric of his hoodie.

he smiled against your skin. “you’re so warm,” he whispered. “so soft. driving me absolutely fucking crazy.”

he kissed a trail up the side of your neck to your jaw, then paused just by your ear. “s' funny, wanna know why?” he added, his voice a little rougher now, a little closer to a growl, “you like it when i bite you when we fuck.”

your stomach flipped. you hated how right he was. he pulled back just far enough to meet your eyes, smirking like he already knew exactly what was going through your head.

“don’t look at me like that,” he murmured, eyes flicking down to your mouth. “unless you want me to forget the whole self-control thing.”

you didn’t answer. couldn’t. you just pulled him back down into a kiss, and this time, you didn’t stop him when his fangs brushed your lip again.

more of this au

♱ - @kittybitch @tits4matt @bgfshai @just-a-girl-1 @phonysuperstarr @sweetshuga @aflairforthedramattic @chrisbratt333 @courta13 @h3arts4nat @rizzgod12 @slvtf0rchr1s @whore4chris @urlocallera @il0vey0um0st @slvtf0rchr1s @chrispycremedonut @oopsiedaisydeer @bluetalia @pair-of-pantaloons @dummyslut00 @chrissfavhoe @sturnsflirt @hello-emma @abbystromboli @y3sterdaysproblem

[sinmiedoalamor]

car racer!matt x gf!reader

in which *ೃ༄ matt tries to get you off before crossing the finish line.

warnings ⊹₊⟡⋆ smut! fingering. squirting. car sex. use of “slut”

-

the engine’s roaring. you can feel it under your thighs, humming through every inch of you.

you’re laid out sideways in the passenger seat, one leg bent and pressed up against the dashboard, the other draped across matt’s lap. it should be impossible—he’s flying down the track, sharp turns, tires screaming—and still, his fingers are deep inside you, working in slow, calculated strokes like he’s got all the time in the world.

except he doesn’t.

he hasn’t taken his foot off the gas or his fingers out of you once.

“look at you,” he mutters, jaw clenched, eyes on the road. “legs wide open, begging for it like a fuckin’ slut.“

your back arches off the seat, a gasp catching in your throat. it’s too much. everything is too much—the speed, the growl of the engine, the way his voice rumbles low and smug, the obscene wet sounds filling the car, the way your skin sticks to the leather under you, slick with sweat.

“you better let go before i cross that line,” he warns, voice rough. “i wanna feel you all over my fuckin’ hand. don’t make me finish this race with dry fingers.”

you whimper, hips rolling up into his hand as he curls two fingers hard and fast, hitting that spot that makes your vision blur. your thighs start to shake, your breathing uneven, messy. he watches you from the corner of his eye and grins.

“that’s it. ride it, baby. fuck yourself on my fingers—c’mon. i wanna feel you all over me.”

your hands scramble for something to hold onto—his thigh, the seatbelt, anything—as heat coils tight in your stomach, unbearable and wild. the car swerves slightly and the adrenaline spikes higher, only pushing you closer. your whole body’s burning.

matt curls his fingers just right—deep and slow, then fast and filthy, working your soaked pussy like he owns it.

“matt—” you cry out, voice high and broken. “i’m gonna—i’m gonna—”

“yeah? do it” he growls. “make a fuckin’ mess for me”

your legs snap shut around his wrist as your body locks up and everything explodes. the orgasm rips through you fast and hard, a wave that drowns every thought. your hips jerk, and then you’re gushing, squirting, soaking his hand, the seat, yourself.

your head falls back, mouth open letting out a scream as your thighs twitch, chest rising and falling with every shaky breath. he keeps moving his fingers through it, slow and deep, dragging it out like he’s addicted to how wrecked you are.

you barely notice the car sliding across the finish line until he slams the brakes and finally turns to look at you, all wild eyes and cocky grin.

“came harder than the engine, baby.”

he finally pulls his fingers out with a slick sound, glancing down at his soaked hand, then over at you.

“fuckin’ perfect timing,” he breathes, grinning. “look what you did to my seat.”

you don’t even have the energy to respond. you just breathe—wrecked and completely ruined.

and he hasn’t even unzipped his pants yet.

masterlist

⊹︶︶୨୧︶︶⊹︶︶⊹︶︶୨୧︶︶⊹︶︶⊹︶︶୨୧︶︶⊹

princesa ⋆˙⟡♡ / I KNOWW there’s a twitter plink like this i wanted to link it but i couldn’t find it 💔

[theyluvivi]

puppy!chris barking

Oh, was he embarrassed.

He knows that's what you guys are used to. What is your thing, but asking him to bark? That's entirely different territory.

"Y-youre serious?" He says, searching your eyes with his flushed face, you pout. "You're my puppy, right? You know what puppies do? They bark."

He bites his lip, you have him on his knees in front of you, making eye contact with you from time to time. "I... i.. I don't know if I—" His mouth closes as you cross your arms. "Puppies bark, Chris. Don't you wanna do that? Be a real puppy?"

He whines in response, your words making his hips buck. "B-but—"

"Just a quick one. Just one little bark, I know you can do it." He gulps, shifting on his knees. He's never done anything like that before, hell, even the position he's in right now is new to him.

A whimper slips from this throat, his hands coming up to a paw position, biting his lip as he once again as he thinks of the embarrassing request you ask of him.

"Y-you really want me to?"

He watches you bat your lashes at him, pout becoming particularly stronger. "Please?"

And he can't not do it. You're begging so nicely, something that you never do. "A-arf!"

Your smirk makes him blush. "Again?" You inquire, "D-didnt you say one time?"

"Chrissy." He quickly fixes his attitude. "Arf!"

"Good boy." You ruffle his hair.

[mattybsgroupie]

— chris loves your lacy panties

★ not requested i just couldn’t help myself ★

“woah” chris says as he watches you bend over to reach something on the floor, getting a peek of your new lacy panties. “did i see this right? cmere” he gestures with his index, adjusting himself on the couch.

you stood right in front of chris. he gives two light taps between your thighs, silently asking for you to spread your legs apart. his slender fingers make their way to the hem of your skirt, pulling the fabric upwards to display your panties. he scoffs and a grin appears across his lips as he scratches his stubble. “when did you get those?” chris asks, placing both palms on your hips before forcing you down on his lap. you sit with a gasp, his knees pressing against your crotch.

“none of your business” you talk back. chris raises one of his eyebrows, his grip growing tighter against your flesh. “you better drop that fucking attitude” he says in a meaner, more demanding tone. you can feel chris’s digits pressing harder on your skin, making sure he’d leave a mark there — only to remind you who you belong to.

chris pulls your skirt up again, now taking a proper look at the lacy fabric covering you. his breath gets heavier and you know he fucking loves it. it looks so innocent, so pure. “such a pretty girl, all dolled up f’me” he whispers, placing his thumb on your clit. the sudden touch forces you to reach for his shoulders, looking for balance. “i barely touched you” he chuckles, starting circular motions over the fabric — masturbating you while you still got your panties on.

“nhng— chris!” you moan as he quickens his pace, rubbing your clit as he watches you lose you control on his lap. “shhh” chris shushes you, removing his hand from your waist and placing his index on your lips. “do something useful with that pretty mouth hm?” he says, brushing over your bottom lip. you immediately obey, parting your lips and allowing chris to place a finger on your tongue, eagerly sucking his digit.

“much better now” chris says, stopping his movements and receiving an upset groan from you. he pulled you closer, glueing your chests together and slightly spreading his legs. he has full access to your lower part now, teasing your entrance over the fabric before pulling your panties to the side — you are soaked. he gently presses his fingertip on your oozing hole, gathering your juices and going through your folds, giving your clit one last bit of attention before pushing himself inside you.

you throw your head back, holding tighter on his shoulders. chris continues to fill you up with his finger all the way in, reaching your cervix. “there you go” he praises, placing a kiss on your jaw. “that’s how your panties should always be ma, ruined”.

gif credit to @hotelstares ★

[sweetshuga]

𝑴𝒐𝒅𝒆𝒍 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒎𝒆 ✧ 𝑪.𝑺 [+𝟏𝟖]

ⓘ 𝑺𝑴𝑼𝑻! ⋆ cursing ⋆ bsf!chris ⋆ pet names ⋆ Chris gets hard and tries (but fails) to hide it ⋆ backshots ⋆ degradation kink ⋆ dirty talk ⋆ spanking ⋆ (slight) manhandling ⋆ rough sex ⋆ creampie + more.

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒚 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒓𝒕... Your boyfriend broke up with you before you could show him the new lingerie you bought so Chris, your best friend, agreed to let you model for him.

You had just finished unpacking all the things you had bought from the intimate apparel shop you frequented. You were ecstatic to model the sexy pieces for your boyfriend of 2 months.

A smile plastered on your face when you saw your phone light up with a few notifications from your boyfriend, Jesse. You quickly took your phone from the nightstand and opened your messages to check what he had sent.

Your smile faltered almost immediately when you saw the messages. You could not believe your eyes.

"Hey, uh, I know we were supposed to meet up later today, but I don’t think this is working out. Let’s break up."

Did this guy just break up with you? Over text?

You groaned in annoyance as you threw your phone on your bed after replying with a simple "Okay". You plopped down beside your phone, face down and sprawled out. "And I had just bought new lingerie too… Asshole." You muttered into the bed, but before you could sulk any more, you suddenly sat upright, having remembered something.

"I can just model it for Chris, he’ll be fine with it… right?" You asked yourself, a hint of uncertainty creeping into your mind.

You weren’t sure if Chris would be up for it. It was something rather intimate, after all. "Only one way to find out." You mumbled to yourself as you took your phone from the bed beside you and clicked on Chris’ contact and pressed call, putting your phone up to your ear with bated breath as you waited for him to pick up.

On the third ring, a raspy voice picked up the call. "Hey, what’s up?" Chris mumbled, yawning afterwards — making it clear that he was woken up by your call. "Sorry if I woke you up, but um… Can I come over?" "Come over? Now? Why?" You looked at the digital clock on your nightstand beside your bed, seeing that it was in fact a bit late.

"It’s only 8 pm? Anyway, about the ‘why’ question... Jesse just broke up with me over text and I was gonna model some lingerie for him, but because of us breaking up I don’t have anyone to model it for-" "Fine, just shut up and come over." Chris interrupted you mid-sentence, not wanting to hear you ramble on about yet another breakup after just waking up.

You felt a sense of relief, hiding it with a scoff. "Changed your mind quickly huh? Whatever, I’ll be there in 10, don’t go back to sleep dumbass." You ended the call after hearing him chuckle and mumble a playful "yes ma’am."

⋅˚₊‧ ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅

You arrived at the triplets place, watching as Chris laid lazily on the couch, covered in a fluffy blanket. "At least you’re awake, but uh, where are Nick and Matt?" You asked, setting your bag – full of lingerie – down on the couch beside his head, making him look up at you.

"They’re out." Chris stated, ignoring your sarcastic comment. "Well, go on — model for me." He crossed his arms, still laying on the couch.

You rolled your eyes, mumbling about him being demanding as you rummaged through the bag and took out a light pink set — lacy, sheer lingerie. Chris’ eyes widened by a fraction as he took in the sheer fabric in your hands before you sauntered into the bathroom to change.

A few minutes went by and you emerged from the bathroom with the lingerie set on, your arms and hands covering the sheer parts. Chris had sat up while you were in the bathroom, his breath hitching softly when he took in your lingerie-clad body.

"Well, um, here’s this." You mumbled, suddenly feeling shy about how little the bra and underwear covered. "Um, that’s-that’s something." Chris stammered, silently trying to will his dick to behave as he adjusted his position, his eyes shamelessly tracing over your curves before snapping back up to your face.

"I’ll try the next one on." You quickly grabbed another pair and scurried off to the bathroom, but not before Chris caught a glimpse of your nipples through the sheer bra as you took your hands away from your chest to grab the next lingerie.

Damn, you were trying to kill him, weren’t you?

𓆩♡𓆪

You came out of the bathroom with a navy set on, modest and cute but also adorned with lace on the edges — adding a hint of allure. "Wow, this one’s really cute." Chris breathed out, trying to keep his voice steady and eyes on your face.

You hadn’t noticed it yet, but he was getting a full on hard-on just from you modelling the lingeries. His chest heaved slightly due to his breathing getting more and more ragged.

"Yeah? Right? I like this one the most." You grinned, feeling less shy as you took the next pair, a longer peach colored sheer top with matching sheer thong.

Damnit.

Chris was helpless as he watched you go back into the bathroom with the see through fabrics in hand, knowing he was probably going to get blue balls at this rate from the sexy shit you were modeling for him. He cursed under his breath and adjusted himself before you finished changing, making sure that the blanket covered his lower half well.

You came back into the living room with the set on, the flowy fabric of the top only making your body look mouth-watering, and the thong left little to the imagination.

Chris nearly groaned out loud at the sight, his dick twitching in his sweats before he quickly tried to remind himself that you were his best friend. Well, safe to say that his dick had other ideas — clearly.

"What do you think? I really like this one, it’s comfortable." You absentmindedly rubbed the soft fabric of the sheer top between your thumb and index finger, looking down at it.

"Yeah… it looks good — really good..." He mumbled, almost like he was in a trance as his eyes slowly raked over your body in an appraising way that you seemed to – surprisingly and naïvely – not have noticed yet.

𓆩♡𓆪

You were now standing a few feet away from Chris with the last pieces on, which was a three set lingerie. Red lace bra and underwear with a matching sheer robe that fell down just around mid-thigh.

Chris was sooo close to losing it.

He shifted in his seat and that’s when you finally noticed the tent on the blanket around his crotch area — you knew immediately what it was. A gasp fell from your lips, catching Chris off guard and making him look at you with a shameful look, probably having noticed from your expression and reaction that you’ve seen his boner.

"Are you…" You trailed off, not sure if you should say the word or not. Your eyes darted down to the bulge again before snapping back up to his face, watching as he slowly nodded his head. "I know-I know what you’re thinking and I know I’m not supposed to be reacting this way given our friendship… but I just can’t help it when you’re standing in front of me practically naked."

"So you’re blaming it all on me?" You huffed jokingly to see his reaction. Chris immediately shut himself up, his eyes widening as he realised how his words could be misinterpreted. "N-no, of course not!" He quickly denied, slowly standing up and towering over you.

"That’s not what I meant, c’mon… are you serious?" Chris groaned in annoyance, although his expression bordered on pleading. You burst out laughing, obviously amused at your own little stunt. "I’m just fucking with you, but seriously though, you’re hard just from me modeling those?" You questioned between giggles, gesturing vaguely at the pile of lingerie on the couch.

Chris sighed, his embarrassment eating him alive. "Fuck you." He mumbled, glaring down at your giggly figure, watching as your chest rose and fell, shaking slightly with your giggles. He swallowed thickly, feeling his dick throb with need.

He needed you so damn badly.

⋅˚₊‧ ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅

Your hands scrambled for purchase on the bed as Chris’ hips slammed against your ass with loud slaps, making your body jerk forward with each thrust.

Lewd, wet squelches could be heard from his cock ramming into your – absolutely wet – cunt over and over again.

"Haahh…" Chris breathed out, grunting as he fucked you into oblivion. "Can’t fuckin’ believe I hadn’t done this sooner, y’feel sooo good." He chuckled breathlessly, his hand coming down hard on your reddened ass before sinking his fingers in the supple flesh.

Your gummy walls squeezed his shaft when he slammed into your sweet spot and a loud moan of his name was muffled by him pushing your face into his pillow. "Here?" He slammed into that spot again, but with more precision this time, causing your body to jolt due to the sudden pleasure.

"Feels good huh?" He taunted, knowing you were too pleasure-drunk to think clearly. A smirk creeped onto his face as he kept your head firmly on the bed, arching your back sharply as he kept pounding into your sweet spot.

You were seeing stars.

"Fucking slut, and to think you said shit about me being like your older brother, ha!" He huffed out an amused laugh. "Best friends my ass, you can’t even stay coherent while being fucked by your best friend huh?" He mocked, his pace not faltering one bit.

His dirty words along with the taunts only made your mind blank with pleasure, your orgasm approaching terrifyingly quickly.

A few more brutal thrusts and you were cumming hard.

You cried out in pleasure and your inner walls milked his cock, fluttering rhythmically as your pussy tried to greedily pull him in deeper.

Your orgasm triggered his own.

The feeling of your pussy contracting around his length was too much for him and he came with a loud groan, burying his face in your hair as he bottomed out in you — his warm seed filling you deep inside. His hips jerked against your ass with each spurt of cum.

"Fuuuck, I might get addicted." Chris murmured into your hair.

˖ ݁𖥔 ݁˖ 𝒆𝒏𝒈𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒉 𝒊𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒎𝒚 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒔𝒕 𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒖𝒂𝒈𝒆.ᐟ | 𝒘𝒄 – 𝟏.𝟔 𝒌 ˖ ݁𖥔 ݁˖

𝒓𝒆𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒃𝒚 @nickgurl4life (sorry for taking so long TT)

[mattsmedusa]

✎ 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝 ✮ 𝐜.𝐬 『 +𝟏𝟖 』

ⓘ best friends? ᚐ sexual tension ᚐ blowjob ᚐ etc. + intended lowercase. 𝐰𝐜. 𝟐.𝟐𝐤

it had been an overall good day for you. you were out with a friend of yours, having gotten your nails done and now eating lunch with her. your friend started to talk about her recent little hook up. it wasn’t anything unusual, you were used to hearing your friends talk about stuff like that, but today... something in you was more curious than ever.

your friend went on and on about how good it was and how more guys should be like the one that she fucked at that party two days ago. she suddenly nudged your arm and leaned in to whisper in a hushed tone. "he was huge, like, quite literally choked me with it—it was definitely an experience." she laughed, immediately switching to a different topic but you couldn’t shake off the sudden flicker of curiosity.

blowjob. you had never done it before and all because you were intimidated by the idea of having a dick in your mouth. now though, the intimidation was gone, only leaving curiosity behind. the curiousity was persistent enough to keep lurking in the back of your mind, even as you stepped foot inside the triplets place later that day.

chris, your best friend, was sitting on his gaming chair—his back facing you—when you walked into his room. he was so concentrated on his game that he didn’t even notice you at first. you shrugged it off and immediately plopped on his bed, sprawled out like a starfish as you closed your eyes, relaxing on his bed like you owned it.

after a few minutes, chris stretched, taking off his headset and stood up to probably get something to drink and that’s when he noticed you. his eyes widened and he recoiled, putting a hand over his heart, not having expected to see you—or anyone in that matter—on his bed.

"kid- you fucking scared me, when did you even get here?" he shook his head, laughing despite his initial surprise. "laying on my bed like you own the shit, get up." he walked over to you with a silly grin, probably plotting something, but you sat up right as he approached the bed, making him jolt in surprise at your sudden movement.

"what’s wrong with you toda-" "how do you give someone a blowjob?" chris immediately paused, mouth still agape from the word he was about to say before you cut him off. he stared at you blankly and you stared back at him, determined. a part of you regretted your words, but you were too far gone into the curiosity to take it back. "what does it feel like?" you pressed on, leaning forward towards him.

"what did you say?" chris blinked at you, not sure if he heard it right or if he was just hearing shit. "did you just- did you seriously just ask me how to give someone head?" he burst out laughing, plopping on the bed beside you as he lost his shit—not believing what he was hearing.

"you didn’t just ask me that." he said in disbelief as his shoulders trembled with laughter, his eyes crinkling at the corners. but when he saw that you weren’t laughing along, he realised that you were dead serious. his laughter subsided, surprise flickering in his expression since you never brought something like this up—never sounded interested when he did.

"wait for real? you really wanna know?" he gave you a teasing grin, his eyebrows rising. "well, it’s not like i’ve sucked dick before so i can’t really tell you how, but i have gotten a blowjob before..." he trailed off, his grin widening as he leaned closer. "you want me to teach you or something?" he joked, but the joke fell flat as you nodded your head.

his eyes widened by a fraction before he let out a small chuckle, leaning back on his hands. he didn’t expect you to actually say yes, and well, why would he refuse? it’s nothing serious—or so he thinks.

chris swallowed down the worries and what if’s and slowly nodded, muttering a bit too breathless "alright" as he adjusted his position on the bed, watching your wide-eyed expression with a small smirk. "you wanna learn or no?" he teased putting a small pillow that he had on his bed on the floor in between his spread legs.

you blinked, staring at him for a good minute, not expecting him to actually go through with it. after a few seconds, you slowly stood up and walked towards him until you were right in front of him before kneeling down on the pillow. looking up at him, you noticed the way his pupils seemed slightly more enlarged than usual.

"you’ve a hairband or something?" he leaned back slightly, casually, trying to hide the fact that your proximity got his breath hitching. "so your hair won’t get in the way." he explained, watching as you leaned to the side to rummage through your bag, pulling out a hairband and tying your hair in a low ponytail with it.

"alright now..." he cursed internally at how breathless he sounded. he spread his legs wider, almost unconsciously as he felt his dick swell at the imagery his mind created of you sucking his dick with those doe eyes looking up at him. he was already half-hard and you hadn’t even done anything yet. you were just sitting in front of him looking so edible...

what is he thinking?

chris cleared his throat, finding his voice hoarse and undeniably needy. "you gotta, uh, get me fully hard first." he said. "don’t worry, i’ll guide you through it- just do what feels right." he reassured. he was starting to finally understand the gravity of the situation, but as per usual, he pushed the thoughts away.

you tentatively touched his boner straining against his sweatpants and your breath hitched at the warmth and hardness. your gaze flickered up to watch his reaction as you palmed his dick, swallowing thickly when you felt him swell further under your attention.

chris helped you pull down his sweatpants, his cock springing free and slapping his stomach before standing upright, precum already gathering on the tip. he stared down at his dick, then back at you, a small chuckle escaping when he saw your heated glance at his cock.

"staring at it like you wanna eat it." he mumbled with another chuckle. "huh?" you snapped out of your small trance and looked up at him. "you’re staring at my dick like you wanna eat it." he repeated, giving you a knowing smirk—which earned him a slap on his thigh, causing him to giggle.

"so do i just... lick it?" you questioned, ignoring the comment he made, tentatively reaching out to wrap your fingers around his base and feeling how girthy he was. he was big and long, causing you to feel that primal need to be filled. you shifted slightly, trying to will your body to behave, but fuck, he was easily bigger than any of the guys you’ve slept with before.

chris nodded subtly. "yeah... lick it like you would with an ice cream cone." he gently guided your head closer to his cock, the tip almost pulsing as a fresh bead of precum formed on the slit before slowly sliding down his shaft and onto your fingers.

you leaned closer and slowly licked up the underside of his length, from the base to the tip, with your tongue flattened—all while looking up at him with those doe eyes of yours. chris’ dick jumped in your hand, his breath hitching at the sudden warmth and wetness of your tongue. the way you were looking up at him so prettily got him feeling all types of ways.

you saw his reaction and interpreted it as you doing a good job and started to slowly become bolder, moving your hand in a twisting motion up and down his shaft while you kissed and licked his tip.

"f-fuck--" chris moaned quietly, his eyes closing briefly at the pleasure shooting through his whole body as your mouth focused solely on the head of his cock. his hand left your head to clutch onto the sheets beside his thigh. his hips twitched and jolted when you wrapped your lips around his cockhead, swirling your tongue around it.

you knew some things about a blowjob. the knowledge came from hearing about it from your friends, porn and some freaky reels you got recommended while doom scrolling on instagram. it’s not like you were completely innocent—you just hadn’t tried it out on anyone. but you were nervous nonetheless, seeking approval from him as you kept gazing up at him.

chris’ eyes snapped open when you took him deeper in your mouth. "wait- fuck, you sure this is your first time?" he breathed out, completely in awe at how good you were doing. he barely held himself back from rolling his eyes back when you hollowed out your cheeks and sucked up his length, letting it go with a wet pop.

"y-yeah, is it bad?" you asked panting softly, feeling insecure about your inexperience. your hand halted its motion on his dick, waiting for his reply.

chris quickly shook his head, "no, fuck no, you’re so fucking good at it... that’s why i asked," he explained, his chest heaving with ragged breaths, dick twitching subtly in your hand. he licked his lips subconsciously, eyes silently pleading with yours to keep going.

you let out a quiet sigh of relief and went back to what you were doing. getting bolder the more chris reacted. every small moan, whine or groan made your stomach flip. your panties were now uncomfortably wet, clinging to your pussy as you eased one more inch of his length into your mouth, gagging slightly before pulling off to pump him with your hand.

chris was so close to the edge already, finding it difficult to stay coherent so he simply stuck to letting you do your own thing as he leaned back on both hands. his head was thrown back, brows knitted together in pleasure and lips parted as soft moans fell freely from it.

you watched as chris’ breathing grew increasingly shallow, his hips jerking upwards and thighs trembling ever so slightly. that’s when you understood that he was about to come undone. the sudden realisation left your stomach doing somersaults and you immediately redoubled your efforts.

"wait, fuck- i’m gonna cum... if you don’t want—mmfhh—if you don’t want me to cum in your mouth then pull off." he said urgently. his breath hitched more frequently now as the bands in his stomach grew more and more taut.

you didn’t pull away though—you went faster, bobbing your head more enthusiastically as your hand took care of what you couldn’t fit in your mouth. you hollowed out your cheeks, sucking insistently before slowly going down and taking as much as you could.

that’s when chris suddenly held your head still between his hands, his hips giving a sharp thrust up and burying himself completely in your mouth as he came, eyes rolling back in ecstasy as breathy moans and profanities left his mouth. you felt his cock twitch and spurt out warm cum right down your throat.

chris’ hips jerked against your face, slowly riding out his high. he didn’t release your head until you slapped his thigh repeatedly, coughing as you tried your best to swallow down his release. he quickly let go of your head, mumbling a breathless "sorry" before slumping back on his bed. his chest heaved and body shuddered with aftershocks.

it took him a good minute to recover and when he did, he sat up, pulling his sweats up and looking at you like you had grown a second head. you simply chuckled at his surprised expression, wiping your mouth with a tissue from the tissue box beside his bed.

"you’re fucking insane." chris suddenly said. he was in disbelief that his inexperienced best friend just gave him the best blowjob he has ever received... and mind you, he has had his fair share of heads so when he thinks it’s good—it’s really fucking good.

"was it good?" you gave him a small grin, knowing the answer but not wanting to sound too full of yourself. your words made chris stare at you like you just told him something ridiculous.

"was it good?" he repeated your question with a laugh. "c’mon, you’re really gonna ask me that after making me moan and cum in like 2 minutes?" he teased, a lazy grin spreading across his face as he helped you stand up from your kneeling position in front of him.

"so, anything else you want me to teach you? ’cause i’m more than willing to be your personal instructor if you’re gonna do that good." he grinned shamelessly, laughing softly when you shoved him to the side.

"kid, don’t even try anything with me." you rolled your eyes, even as a small smile formed on your lips. you didn’t respond to his question, changing the subject as if nothing out of the ordinary happened, but you knew something shifted between you two after that. every little touch felt more than just a touch.

it’s probably just your imagination... right?

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✩ ˙˖˚᮫ ⁱˢᵃ ᮭ ᮭ.ᐟ i apologise for taking so long, hope you enjoy this nonetheless anon<3

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[chrisissobabygirl]

☆ pepsi-flavored lips - c.s

c/w: fluff, kissing, swearing, i think that's it??

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you hadn't thought much of it when you picked up the pepsi-flavored chapstick from the nearby store, taking it like an impulse buy—something silly to throw into your bag at the checkout. sure, it was cheap and a little kitschy, but it reminded you of chris. hell, he practically had pepsi running through his veins at that point.

and it had to be the best purchase you had ever made because chris was fucking obsessed.

it started with an unassuming kiss—a quick, fleeting one as he flopped down next to you on the couch of your shared house with him and his brothers, nestling his arm around you.

"hey," he said, leaning in to press his lips against yours like a habit before pulling back, turning his attention to the rom-com you were watching, subconsciously rubbing small circles on your shoulder.

his movements halted, his brows furrowing. you glanced at him, anticipating an explanation. he turned to face you, his tongue darting out to swipe across his lips. "wait. what the hell?"

you glanced at him. "what?" you asked, fegning innocence. "i thought i finished the last can 'f pepsi, kid." chris narrowed his eyes at you, a sly grin slowly forming on his face.

"you did, chris." you replied, amused at his reaction. "then why'd ya' taste like pepsi, ma?" he asked, piecing the information together.

"i really have no idea, ch-" you were cut off by his lips brushing against yours again—for longer this time. he pulled back, his eyes alight with joy like a kid in a toy store. "you fuckin' liar."

your laughter was immediate, bubbling out of you in surprise. you reached into your pocket, and fished out the small tube of chapstick. "it's chapstick, christopher. pepsi-flavored. see? it's really not that deep. i'm not stealing your pepsi, dude."

your boyfriend snatched the chapstick out of your hands, squinting his eyes to read the small label out loud, grinning from ear to ear. "why didn't you tell me about this earlier?"

"baby, it's just-" before you could complete your sentence, he lunged at you, attacking your lips with his soft ones. "you taste like pepsi," he muttered against your lips, his voice filled with awe.

you pulled away, giggling. "i think that's the point, chris." you pushed his hair out of his face. "best fuckin' purchase ever, ma," he let the chapstick fall onto the sofa and leaned in once more.

you laughed as he caged you against the couch cushions. his hands found your waist as he pressed his lips to yours again, this time slow and deliberate, savoring the flavor like he was tasting the cola from the can itself.

"you're insane," you mumbled, the grin tugging at your lips giving you away. "and you're delicious. you're wearin' this forever, y' know that, right?" he shot back, not missing a beat. "fuck, i'm buying this for you in bulk, kid."

shaking your head at his playful words, you couldn’t help the warmth blooming in your chest. a rush of affection overtook you, and without thinking, you grabbed the front of his shirt and pulled him in for another kiss, hard and unapologetic.

"fuckin' pepsi-flavored lips."

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a/n: him accusing reader of stealing his pepsi is CRAZY work

wc: 532

[y3sterdaysproblem]

𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙥𝙖𝙣𝙮 - 𝙛𝙬𝙗!𝙘𝙝𝙧𝙞𝙨

cw: mentions of smoking, smut

wc: 2.5k

“you want food first?” chris asks, turning his head to look at you where you sat in his passenger seat for a moment before returning his eyes to the road.

“before I ride you?” you question, your own head popping up from looking at your phone to stare at his side profile, eyes trailing over his seemingly flawless jawline, the pout of his lips, his nose that fit his face perfectly. “fuck no, I wanna smoke, park, fuck, then you buy me food once we get snacky.”

chris let out a laugh, straight line of teeth visible from behind his lips. “okay,” he agreed with a small nod, pointing to his glove compartment. “brought you something.”

you tilt your head curiously, turning your attention to his glovebox, hand reaching out to open it. once it drops open, you let out a small gasp and grab the thin, long box wrapped with a little red bow. “what is this?” you say excitedly, pulling it into your lap, quickly pulling the bow undone.

chris peeks over at you one more time, a smile still present on his face. “just open it, dumbass.”

you listen, popping the lid off the box and gasping again, letting out a small squeal when you see what’s inside. “a new cart?!” you ask, looking back up at him to see him already watching, car stopped at a red light.

“yeah, it’s a hybrid, too,” he informs you, nodding his head towards it. “figured we could smoke that tonight.”

you grin and reach forward to pinch his cheek, shaking it aggressively to which he groaned and pushed your hand away from him. “you know me so well,” you beam, bringing your attention back to the cart, pulling it out of the box and clicking the little square button five times, watching as the little light turns on to indicate it’s ready.

“I know,” chris shrugs, starting to drive again. he’s headed towards a spot you guys have parked at a couple times, a secluded area tucked into a forest preserve that nobody really showed up at anymore, ignoring the fact that it was closed past sunset.

it doesn’t take long for you guys to get there, but despite the little time between opening the new cart and getting to your spot, you both have hit it enough times to start feeling the effects, your eyes getting heavy and body feeling lighter. “chris,” you say through a small giggle as you guys are parking, turning your body to face him in your seat.

“yeah?” he responds, throwing the car into park and pulling off his seatbelt, turning to look at you as well. your grin only widened as his attention fell on you, feeling nothing but confident under his gaze. “you are so hot,” you tell him, eyes wandering over his all black outfit, soaking in his appearance.

“y’think so?” chris says with a smirk, leaning back in his chair, his hand coming down to the side of it to mess with the buttons, starting to move himself backwards, farther away from the steering wheel. “wanna show me how hot you think I am?”

you nod slightly, pulling your own seatbelt off and climbing over to sit atop his thighs, resting comfortably in his lap as your hands came up to thread through his hair. “you’re already hard,” you mumble, eyes scanning over his face as he stared up at you through hooded, lust fill eyes. “yeah, because I can’t stop thinking about you on top of me,” chris responds, his hands landing on your thighs where they pushed your dress up slightly. “a sun dress is kind of a crazy choice.”

you laugh and nod slightly in agreement, moving your hips on top of his slightly. “I know, it’s a little cold but I wanted you to have easy access.” you reach down to prove your point, pulling the dress up over your stomach to reveal your lack of underwear, hearing chris’s breath catch in his throat.

“fuck, you’ve been in my car with no underwear all this time?” he asks, instantly bringing his hand between your legs and dragging his middle fingers between your folds, fascinated by the sight in front of him. “would’ve had you touching yourself this whole time if I knew.”

you laugh softly and grab his jaw to tilt his head up, meeting his eyes again. “i’m already gonna do all the work right now, wanted to save my energy,” you say teasingly, leaning down to close the distance between you two, pressing your lips firmly against chris’s. he immediately returned the kiss, his fingertips pressing into the skin of your thighs where they rested, other hand still touching you where you needed him the most, spreading your folds apart and pressing into your clit, eliciting a small whine that slipped through your nostrils.

both of your lips part and your tongues meet in the middle, dancing together as he pressed his fingers inside of you, letting out his own groan as he felt how wet you were. “what’s got you all wet for me, hm?” chris asks lowly, pulling away from your lips for a moment. you’re annoyed at the lack of content, but that feeling is quickly washed away when his fingers curl inside of you, pulling out another small noise from your mouth. “you,” you respond breathily, hips grinding down on chris’s hand slowly. “thinking about you.”

chris smiles lazily up at you, keeping his eyes focused on your face that was slightly above his. “me?” he implores, raising an eyebrow. “what about me?”

he’s starting to slowly fuck you with his fingers, making you more and more breathless by the seconds passing, eyelids threatening to flutter shut. “this. you inside me in any way. told you, just looking at you gets me so horny.” you’re whining now, desperate for more friction, practically riding his fingers as they pressed up against your walls. you let go of your dress and reach down to grab the waistband of his sweatpants, tugging to let him know what you want, and he quickly obliged and raises his hips for you to pull them down just to his thighs, along with his briefs, revealing his hard cock, desperate for its own attention. “can I?” you ask him, ripping your gaze from his lap to his eyes, seeing how glazed over they were.

he nods, pulling his fingers from inside you and instead rubbing circles on your clit as you moved your knees slightly to position yourself above him, slowly sinking down on him. “shit,” you gasp, feeling blissed out from him inside you and stimulating you with his fingers. “you fill me up so good.”

“yeah?” chris hums, pulling his hand away and using both to push up your dress again, bunching it over your hips for a clear view of how well you were taking him. “tell me more.”

you laugh, shaking your head at his attempt to get you to feed into his ego. “you’re so conceited,” you comment, leaning forward to press your lips together again, this time in a slower, drawn out kiss, tongues moving together as if you have all the time in the world. his hand comes up to cup your jaw and hold you close, his touch sending a shiver down your spine as you feel the wetness of his fingers on your skin, loving the way he couldn’t keep his hands off of you.

your hips still moved up and down, slow and sensual like you had promised him in the texts, soft r&b floating through his speakers in the background, only intensifying the mood in the car. it was hard to admit to yourself, and you’d never say it out loud, but sometimes being with chris felt like the world around you both had disappeared and you were the only two in existence, using each other’s bodies for your own pleasure. tonight felt no different, the way he held onto your face to keep you close, his other hand rubbing from your waist to your hip as you moved on top of him, his touch saying everything he couldn’t with his mouth pressed against yours.

you pull away from him slightly, both of your hands resting on either side of his neck, foreheads pressed together as your breath mingles between your faces, the pace of your hips slowing slightly as you look down at chris’s expression, a small smile lighting up your face. “you look good like this,” you whisper, catching his attention. “like what?” he asks in the same volume, using his hand that’s already on your face to push some hair behind your ear before resting back on your jaw again. “like this,” you say, nodding slightly. “relaxed, sitting back and letting me do all the work. holding me and making me feel all wanted and shit.”

chris lets out a small, quiet laugh and rolls his eyes, sliding his left hand around to squeeze your ass roughly. “shut up and keep doing what you’re best at, yeah? y’talk too much.”

you scoff and return the eye roll, but you pick up your hips nonetheless, rocking against him again. you switch your position slightly and lean back against the steering wheel, careful to not lean on the horn, placing one hand on the door and the other on his knee, head falling back slightly at the change in angle, giving chris a perfect view of your chest up to your throat. he’s unable to resist the temptation, his hands reaching up to pull the top of your dress down, exposing your tits to him, nipples hard from arousal. “fuuuck,” he groans at the sight, taking in your whole figure; your thighs straining on either side of him, his cock sliding in and out of you as you bounced on top of him, stomach tensing as your hips moved, tits bouncing perfectly with the action. “this is what you were made for, hm? made to take me whenever I want you. god, I wish you could see yourself.” he’s running his hands all over your body as he speaks, finally landing on your waist to help you with your movements, sensing your legs tiring out.

you pull your head back up and look down your body, watching as he disappears inside of you over and over, feeling overwhelmed at the sight. “you fill me up so well, chris, gonna make me cum,” you whine, pushing yourself back up so your chests are almost pressed together again, grabbing onto his shoulders tightly as your pace picked up, feeling your orgasm approaching. he trails his fingers back down to touch you again, pulling a string of whimpers from your lips as he helped you, the sounds of both of your moans filling the car.

“that’s it,” he praises, still circling around your clit as your body shakes, fingers digging into his skin roughly as your orgasm crashes down on you, eyes clenched shut tight. you tuck your face into his neck as you slow down, hips twitching as chris’s fingers coax you through the end of it.

“my god,” you sigh into his skin, chest heaving as you try to catch your breath. your senses are overwhelmed with his cologne, a scent you’ve grown too familiar with over the past who knows how long, one that makes your heart leap when it floods your nose.

you take a few moments to relax, breathing leveling out into his neck, before you start to move again, pulling almost all the way off of him before dropping down again. he groans at the feeling, letting his eyes flutter shut and his head fall back against the headrest, focusing his mind on the way you felt around him. “you fill me up so well,” you whisper into his skin, starting to place small kisses along it, feeling goosebumps arising under your lips at the touch. “so big inside me, stretching me out so nice.” you’re feeding into his size kink to bring him closer, smiling against him as you hear a small whine leave his lips, his hands digging into your hips roughly.

“that’s it, just focus on how good i’m making you feel,” you hum, teeth nipping at his skin. leaving marks was something you both were typically against, as you were each sleeping with different people, but you always knew when he’d let you do it, and it was when he was so close, teetering on the edge of completion when he would fully surrender his body to you, let you do whatever you wanted as he creeped closer and closer. you suckled on his skin softly, but hard enough to leave a red-purple bruise on his pale skin, smiling when you pulled away and laid your eyes on it. “gonna cum for me, chris?” you ask, sitting straight up and picking up your pace, dropping your hips back onto his roughly.

“mmhmmm,” chris nods his head, keeping his eyes shut as his mouth slowly opened, teeth clenching together and sucking air through them as his eyebrows furrowed, letting you know he was close.

“cum inside me, please, chris, I need it so bad,” you whine, turning up the dramatics for his own pride, hands resting on his chest for leverage as you rode him, letting small moans and whimpers leave your mouth.

“fuck, i’m-, oh my god,” chris stutters, fingers gripping into your skin with a bruising pressure, his back pushing off the seat slightly as he groaned loudly, dick twitching inside you as he came, small whimpers slipping out with each breath, his head coming forward to rest on your bare chest. “jesus christ,” he croaks out, wrapping his arms around your waist lazily to hold you close.

you smile and press your face into his hair, hands trailing around to his back. “dunno bout you but that sounded like whimpers to me,” you say quietly, a teasing lilt in your voice.

chris groans and lands a playful, although harsh, slap on your ass, making you gasp loudly. “I do not whimper,” he mumbles into the skin on your chest, lips pressing against your cleavage, moving them to the side slightly to nip at the skin of your breast.

“ouch,” you grab him by the hair and pull him away, making him tilt his head back and look up at you, revealing his fucked out smile that spread from ear to ear. “fuck, you’re hot,” you comment, leaning down to press your lips against his roughly, groaning when his hand came up to your throat to hold you in place.

you’re kissing for a few minutes, basking in the post sex relaxation in each other’s company, chris still nestled inside you as his free hand ran over your body. he pulls his face away and uses his grip on you to push you away from him slightly, smirking at your dazed expression. “get off of me before I charge up again. i’m hungry.” he tells you, letting go of your throat, making you pout.

“I got something you can eat,” you say, moving your hips slightly.

“shut the fuck up,” chris laughs, pushing you off of him with faux aggression, unable to stop himself from admiring the way your giggles filled the space.

a/n: hey

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[sturnlsstuff]

CHRIS NOTICED HIS HEADBAND TURNS YOU ON.[smut, riding, dirty talk, mdni ]

something was up with you clearly.

at first chris was completely clueless, not noticing how your thighs squeezed every time he came home after training and had that goddamn headband on.

but after some time in a row he noticed that something was wrong and somehow he finally thought that maybe his headband was the reason. so he started wearing it more, even when he wasn't training, just wanting to make sure if he was right and when you'd finally snap.

so at some casual wednesday evening when he once again decided to wear it, you just lost it. chris wasn't actually aware of the effect the headband had on his girl until now.

his cock was constantly hitting your g-spot as you continue bouncing on him on an unholy fast pace. his fingers digging into your hips, definitely making marks that neither of you cared about right now, as he looks down at the way your pussy was sucking him in. "holy shit... you really fuckin' love this, huh?" his tongue clicks against his teeth as he makes eye contact with you again, making you moan in response.

you run your hand through his hair, gripping it and tilting his head back slightly so you'd have a better look on the way his headband was fitting him. "you just— look so hot... oh fuck--" another whine leaves your lips as your hand travels to the back of his neck. your legs starting to grow more and more tired, chris catching the way your body stuttered and he slightly starts guiding you while still holding your hips, "c'mon, ma... y're doin' so good f'me... so fuckin' good..."

his words only make you moan more as you grab onto his shoulders to stabilize a little. your eyes roam all over his face, his flushed cheeks, pink swollen from previous making out session lips, the way his headband wasn't keeping his hair from getting messy. he looked so scrumptious, you'd literally devour him if you could.

"goddamn... wouldn't think it'd have such an effect on ya...-" his words followed by a groan as he feels you squeezing around him. chris was in pure ecstasy, completely hypnotized of you on top of him like this with your mouth wide open and eyebrows knitted together. the pleasure on your face was slowly sending him over the edge. "i fuckin' love the way you feel around me..."

"chris—" you moan out fighting with the urge to close your eyes. you just had to be looking at him, seeing his face and how the headband perfectly held his hair. "i know baby... i know." he almost hisses when you clench around him again. he fucks his cock up into you, still holding your hips tight and rolling them onto him, seeing how your legs started to shake.

"such a good girl...f'me, yeah? riding me like this, doin' great job--- fuckkkk—" his head falls back against the back of the couch as your hips stutter again, "'m sorry, shit-" you mutter breathing heavily, your muscles burning from the constant bouncing, but chris continues thrusting into you and guiding your movements. "it's all good, ma, you doin' perfect on top of me like this...lookin' all fuckin' sexy-- jesus.." he groans, his eyes rolling back for a moment. he was getting lost in pleasure and his control literally slipped away completely as he started bouncing you on him hard, making you struggle to keep your balance and desperately gripping his shoulders, "--oh my.... oh my god, chris—" your walls convulse around him one more time and you moan loudly, not being able to keep your eyes open anymore as you come undone.

"shiiit— that's rightttt...my pretty girl..." your head fall down onto his shoulder as he growls, feeling how you milking him and it sends him over the edge as well, his dick twitches and you feel how warm cum spills into you. "fuckkkk—"

you catch your breath lifting up your head, met with his full of bliss eyes while he slowly guides your hips to stop. "holy fuck..." he licks his lips, brushing your hair out of your face, "y'could've told me sooner this shit turns you on... now at least i know what to wear if i wanna make you cum so hard on me."

a quiet chuckle leaves your lips as you take off his headband and put it on your own head, making chris's grin widen. "yeaaah, that's my girl."

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COMFORT- SHY!MATT x SHY!READER

summary- matt loves how comfortable darling is around him, it turns him on at certain times (matt being a whole different person in bed.. yum)

cw: SMUT; dom(ish)!matt, p in v, making out, nipple play, oral!f receiving, creampie, FLUFF

an: thank you to this anon (also, this is my first ever shy!matt x darling smut fic, p.s i know the pajama bottoms are actually shorts but pretend they're underwear)

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it was that point in their relationship where darling was getting very comfortable around matt-and vice versa-, not that she wasn't ever comfortable around him, just comfortable in a different light. she started doing things around him that she would only do when she was alone. one of those things is walk around in her underwear or bra.

"i'm gonna shower really quick." she said with her clothes and towel in hand. "okay, i'll be here." matt smiles as he sits against her headboard her fluffy blanket over his lap. matt being matt, puckers his lips signaling he wants a kiss. darling doesn't think anything of it, in all honestly she loves when he does that, it's become normal for them.

she even catches herself doing it sometimes. "mwah!" she intentionally says as she plants a kiss onto his lips, she can still taste the faint sherbet ice cream they shared. "don't take long, i'll miss you." he teases, squeezing her hip gently. "i'll try not to." she pecks his lips this time before making her way to the bathroom out in the hall.

as matt waited for her, scrolling through her streaming services on her tv, he got up and went down to the kitchen to get a snack. darling's parents were currently out on a camping trip since it was their anniversary weekend. with their permission, matt was able to come and stay over. they trusted matt and darling as they were once young and in love.

he opened the fridge grabbing two cold water bottles as he noticed her water bottle was almost empty. placing both of them on the island counter, matt opened the pantry and scanned the shelves. he saw the half eaten tray of her dad's strawberry danish and held back from grabbing a piece. her dad was serious about his danishes.

opting for some chips and a bit of chocolate chip cookies, he made his way back upstairs into her bedroom. as matt passed the bathroom, he heard the running water and her slight humming to the song she played on low volume.

matt returned back to the room and dug into the snacks he had brought up. still continuing to scroll through the streaming services, he didn't choose anything because he wanted to wait for darling and see what she would want to watch.

he looked around her room noticing small details that she had added. a new sonny angel hipper was added to the back of her flatscreen tv, the calendar matt had gifted her with pictures of them was hung up on her closet door, and a new pair of shoes was added to her shoe rack. he noticed every little detail.

it was about fifteen minutes later when darling walked through the door, her hair up in her designated hair towel. when matt realized what she was wearing, his breath hitched. she wore a white teddy bear tank paired with matching teddy bear boxer like underwear.

she had just started doing this around matt, walking around in her underwear. he cleared his throat as he caught himself watching her as she went into her closet to put her dirty clothes into her hamper. "find something to watch?" she said in a soft tone as she sat in her vanity across the room, watching him through the mirror as she combed her hair. "huh- oh- uh, no. i was uh- i was waiting for you. see what you wanted to watch."

she didn't realize his now worked up state. "you can put modern family back on." darling did her skincare, and lathered herself in her sweet scented lotion that drove matt crazy. he went to hulu to put the show, but he kept glancing back at darling who stood up to lather her legs.

the ends of her underwear rode up slightly and exposed the bottom of her ass cheeks. "shit." he muttered under his breath, shifting in the bed putting the blanket back over his lap. darling came closer to the bed and smiled at matt. "i feel so clean." she giggled, sitting on top of the blanket. "baby, are you not hot?" her dad had cranked up the heater before he left and it was really warm in the house.

"no- no, not really." he nervously chuckled, her scent engulfed his sense of smell. he looked down to play with his fingers, but caught eye of her plump thighs. "well i am. it's like ninety degrees in here." she fanned her tank top. matt stared at her and noticed that she wasn't wearing a bra either.

they were a couple of episodes in and darling ended up laying on her belly towards the end of the bed, which was the worst decision in matt's eyes. the curve of her ass was taunting him. the way it jiggled when she laughed or made a slight movement to get comfy, and the way her underwear rode up more.

darling didn't do it intentionally, in all honesty the thought of matt being worked up didn't cross her mind. she soon sat up and scooted to matt. "i'm bored." she told him, kneeling next to him running a hand through his hair. "what do you wanna do?" he said, his eyes raking up to her eyes and down to her lips.

"are you sure you're okay? you look pretty flustered." she furrows her eyebrows. "baby-" she gasped. "are you.. hard?" he groaned. "darling.. you're- you just look so good." she blushed at his words. "why didn't you tell me? i could've helped you all this time." she moved the blanket off of him and straddled his lap. matt was never one to just ask for sex- he was too shy to do so, he would give her little touches here and there or just stare at her.

"you know why." his hands came to rest on the silver of her skin where her tank top rode up. her hips slowly rolled against his. "baby." his threw his head slightly back. darling took the opportunity to kiss against his neck. matt got hold of her chin and connected their lips in a hungry kiss. "such a tease, hm? wearing your tiny panties around me." his finger dipped into the waistband of her underwear and let it slap against her skin. "mmph!" she whined against his lips.

"can i?" he pulled away from her, their lips red and swollen, his hands slipped under her tank top, looking up at her with pleading eyes. "please- yes." she nodded- she was now as equally as needy as him. matt wasted no time in taking her shirt off. her full, round tits on display for him. "so pretty, darling. so fucking pretty." he growled, taking her right tit into his mouth. his wet, pink tongue swirled around her nipple as he stared up at her, her eyes closed in pleasure.

"matt, oh- shit." her back arched, furthering herself more into matt. "love your tits, babe." he popped off of her nipple, moving onto the left one as his hand came up to knead the one he had in his mouth before.

after some time, he began to trail kisses around her chest up to her collarbone, up her neck eventually making it back to her lips. "lay on the bed f'me. c'mon." he patted the side of her thigh. darling came off of his thigh and laid next to him. matt hovered over her, pressing a few kisses to her neck. his kisses trailed down her body until he reached the hem of her underwear. "matt- please." she looked down at him.

"patience, darling." matt continued to press teasing kisses along her underwear. a wet patch began to form on her panties. "wet already?" he smirked, his finger prodding at the patch. "mhm- so wet for you." she rolled her hips wanting more. after pressing a kiss to her wetness, he hooked his fingers into the fabric and pulled them down. "lift up f'me." she lifted her hips so he'd be able to pull them down her legs.

he tossed the underwater somewhere on the bed, putting her legs over his shoulders. "look at that. pussys so pretty." matt was face to face with her glistening folds that we're aching to be touched. darling shivered when his breath fanned against her wetness.

pressing kisses along her inner thighs, so very close to her core, matt licked and nipped until she was a squirming wanted to be licked where she needed it most. "please, stop- stop teasing." she whined, gripped his hair to try and guide him to her pussy. "am i being mean, hm?" his tongue made very small contact, but quickly pulled away.

matt thought he had teased enough and dipped his tongue into her hole, licking a stripe up to her clit. "oh- yes!" she smiled at the feeling of his warm tongue on her. "so good, darling. taste so good." he lapped up her arousal. sucking on her lips, her back arched at the sensation- the suction around her lips and the vibrations of his muffled moans.

"just like that- fuck!" her hands fisted at the bed sheets as she didn't want to hurt matt's scalp. darlings moans and pants filled the room, her constant whines when matt would pull away for a split second. matt's hands trailed up her body as she continued to eat her out. his fingertips found her tits and he rolled her nipples in between his thumb and forefinger.

he soon pulled away due to the ache in his pants becoming too much. "baby, please let me- let me fuck you." he mumbled as he kissed up her body. he sucked a few marks onto her neck. darlings hands creeped into his hair. "mhm, yes. i want you in me." she whispered into his ear, his hips rolled against her. "yeah?" he bit down on her neck. "so bad, please." she held the sides of his face and stared at him. matt broke into a smug smile, leaning down to press their lips together.

as their lips and tongue clashed together, matt pulled down both his pants and underwear throwing them somewhere. he stroked his hard cock a couple of times, pulling away from the kiss. darling looked down to where his cock was and saw the red leaking tip, her pussy clenched around nothing. "ready f'me?" he said, slapping his dick against her clit. "yes, i'm ready." she nodded, biting her bottom lip.

matt lined his tip up with her wet hole and slowly pushed into her. darling moaned feeling the familiar stretch of matt's cock. "so tight." matt's jaw slacked at her warm walls squeezing him. once he bottomed out, he waited a few moments until she was ready for him to move.

"you can- you can move." she nodded, grabbing onto his shoulders. matt pushed out before thrusting back in making them both moan at the same time. "yes, just like that. faster, baby." darling whined. he accepted her wishes and picked up the speed.

the wet noises, along with their moans, now filled the air in her room. the occasional bang of the headboard against the wall was covered by the lewd noises. "feel you squeezing my cock, darling." he kissed just below her ear. "it's so good, matt. don't stop." her moans continued.

minutes later, matt pulled out causing her to whimper at the loss of contact. "matt- what- what are you doing." her glossy eyes looked up at him. "shh, it's okay, pretty." he pressed a kiss to her lips. "want you to flip over f'me. hands and knees, yeah?" matt knew that her being on all fours made it feel better and deeper for her. she nodded, her damp hair from her shower and the slight sweat made the baby hairs stick along her hairline.

matt got on his knees to give her space to flip over. once she was situated, matt got behind her and caressed the soft and plump skin of her ass. his hand grabbed his dick and ran it up and down her puffy, wet folds. "oh- matt." she arched her back as he circled his tip against her hole. matt didn't ram himself in, but he certainly didn't hold back. her high pitched moans and whimpers began again. only this time they were louder due to the new position and angle.

"f-fuck, you're so deep." she mumbled against the bed sheets. her once hands and knees position turned into her being face down ass up. "yeah? feel me so deep inside of your tummy, babe." his hands came to the side of her ass, holding her as he went in and out of her. "so fucking deep." she repeated.

darling felt the familiar pressure building up in her lower belly, so she began backing her ass into him. matt groaned when he realized what she was doing. "you close, hm?" he groaned, his right hand on her ass and the other on the back of her neck. "yes- yes, so close. don't stop." she cried, wanting her release.

"cum for me. cum all over my dick." matt began to do long, deep strokes. "shit- just like that." the movement in his thrusts brought her more to the edge. her fingers curled into the pillow as she mewled. "i'm- fuck, i'm cumming!" her legs trembled as she released. "that's it, baby. all over my dick, mhm." he thrusted a couple of more times before he felt the familiar sensation.

"babe- i'm close." he gently brought her up to where her back was pressed up against his chest. "cum in me. want all of it, plea- please." she cried, her hand coming behind his head as he nipped at her neck. "oh- shit." his cock twitched inside of her as he came. matt kept messily thrusting against her as he rode his high.

once she started to whine, he stopped as he knew that she had become sensitive. "it's okay, i've got you." he pressed a kiss to her bare shoulder. slowly and carefully he laid her back down, still staying inside of her. "is it okay if i pull out? need to clean you up." she nodded. slowly, he pulled out watching as his cum leaked out of her. matt held back a groan at the sight.

"i'll be back, gonna get some tissue."

when matt finished cleaning her up, they showered together. "baby, c'mere. wanna braid your hair." matt patted his lap. "really? think you got it?" she teased. "i definitely improved since last time." darling sat in between his legs as he worked with her hair. "so it's right over left- no, no. right over left." he muttered to himself.

although he had to restart a couple of times, he finally finished it. matt took a picture and showed her. "alright, what do you think of my masterpiece?" he handed her his phone and wrapped his arms around her waist bringing her into his chest. "it's definitely something, i'll tell you that." she giggled. some parts were pretty loose and in some her hair was sticking out. "hey, i thought i did pretty good." he pouted, his chin resting on her shoulder.

"just gotta keep on practicing." she turned around and booped his nose.

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BASICALLY 1K ON BOTH PARTS HELLO I LOVE U GUYS

15 𝑴𝒊𝒏𝒖𝒕𝒆𝒔 2 | 𝑪.𝑺 & 𝑴.𝑺

▶︎ ၊၊||၊ 15 MINUTES , SABRINA CARPENTER

Chris Sturniolo! & Matt Sturniolo! x f!reader

WARNINGS : smut,part two of two, build-up, threesome (no incest ofc ew), taking turns with you, possessive, praise, safeword establishment, begging, fingering, unprotected sex, eventual double penetration, making a forgotten bet with your body, spitting (in mouth), edging, usage of "slut"

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IN WHICH.. a drunken confession to your best friend Matt at a party turns into a heated competition when his brother Chris gets involved. Now, they’re both determined to satisfy you first.

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word count : 5.6k ♡

part one

Your legs are shaking, your breath coming in ragged gasps as Chris' fingers dig into your hips, keeping you still. His fingers are glistening with your juices, the sticky warm lubricant gliding against your own thigh as he holds you close, keeping you grounded.

“Look at you,” Matt murmurs, running his thumb over your swollen bottom lip from his spot in front of you on the floor. “Already so fucked out, and we’re just getting started.”

Chris smirks, his grip tightening as he leans in, lips ghosting over your ear. “Bet you thought you were done, huh? Thought we would just tease you and send you away? hmm..” His voice is low, teasing, sending a shiver down your spine.

Matt hums in agreement, his fingers tracing slow, deliberate patterns along your bare skin. “We’re nowhere near done, sweetheart.”

You whimper, the ache between your thighs growing unbearable. Your body is already trembling, hypersensitive from their relentless touch, but the way they look at you— their eyes hungry, possessive—makes it clear they have no intention of stopping anytime soon.

Chris presses a kiss to your shoulder, his grip firm but reassuring as he murmurs, “You still with us, baby?”

You nod, a breathy yes slipping past your lips, but Matt isn’t convinced. His fingers skim over your thigh, touch slow, grounding. “Before we go any further, we need to talk about something.”

Chris pulls back slightly, brow furrowing. “What’s up?”

Matt meets his brother’s gaze, then looks at you, his voice softer, serious. “I just wanna make sure we’re all good. That you feel safe with us.”

“I know,” he says, squeezing your knee, “but I wanna be sure. We should set a safe word. Something easy to remember, just in case.”

Chris tilts his head, smirking. “Yeah, good call. Something obvious.”

“Like stop?” you offer.

Matt snorts. “Too basic. In the heat of the moment, we need something you wouldn’t just say by accident.”

Chris hums, thinking. “What about ‘pineapple’?”

Matt groans. “Dude, that’s so overused.”

You can’t help but giggle. “Okay, then what do you suggest?”

Matt pretends to think hard, tapping his chin. “Something random. Like… platypus.”

Chris barks out a laugh. “Platypus?! You really think she’s gonna be able to say that if she needs to?”

“Fine, fine,” Matt concedes, rolling his eyes. “What about spaghetti?”

Chris grins. “I like spaghetti.”

You shake your head, amused. “You would.”

Matt looks at you expectantly. “Well? You like it?”

You giggle, biting your lip. “Sure. Spaghetti.”

Chris leans in, grinning against your skin. “Better hope you never get a craving in the middle of this, then.”

Matt chuckles, squeezing your hip. “Alright, sweetheart. Now that we got that settled…” He lets his fingers trail up your inner thigh, voice dropping as he murmurs, “Why don’t we put it to the test?”

Without a word, Matt stands up slowly, fingers gripping the hem of his shirt before pulling it over his head in one smooth motion. The fabric hits the floor, forgotten, as he looks down at you with a smirk.

His chest is all smooth, taut skin stretched over firm muscle, the kind that comes from just living—from skateboarding, laughing, wrestling with his brothers. He isn’t bulky, but every line is defined, his pecs firm beneath a light dusting of freckles, a faint tan line barely visible where his shirt usually sits.

Chris lets out a low whistle, shaking his head. “Show-off,” he mutters, though the amusement in his voice is unmistakable.

Matt just shrugs, his hands moving to the waistband of his sweats. “Jealous?”

Chris chuckles, leaning in close to you again, his lips brushing the shell of your ear. “Not even a little,” he murmurs, his fingers tracing slow, deliberate circles against your skin. “Especially not when I already know how this is gonna end.”

Matt arches a brow, tilting his head. “Oh yeah? You that confident?”

Chris smirks, his grip tightening slightly. “I don’t lose bets.”

Matt steps forward, his gaze locked onto yours as he reaches for you, his fingers skimming along your sides before his hands settle on your waist.

His touch is firm but teasing, his thumbs tracing lazy circles against your heated skin.

“You don’t lose bets?” he echoes, amusement lacing his words as he leans in. “Guess I’ll just have to make this one your first.”

Before Chris can fire back, Matt dips his head, his lips finding the your breasts. He moves slowly at first, trailing soft, open-mouthed kisses along your skin, his breath warm and teasing. Then, without warning, he takes your nipple into his mouth, sucking gently before flicking his tongue over the sensitive bud.

A gasp escapes your lips, your body arching instinctively into his touch.

Chris hums in approval, his hands still gripping your waist as he watches, his thumbs pressing into your hips. His grip tightens, fingers kneading into your skin as he watches Matt work on your tits. “She likes that,” he murmurs, a soft chuckle in his tone.

Matt smirks against your skin before sucking harder, his tongue swirling slow and deliberate around your nipple. His hands roam, one slipping to the small of your back, pressing you closer, the other kneading your other breast, fingers teasing against the neglected bud.

Your breath comes in uneven gasps, every nerve ending sparking under their attention. Chris’ hands slide up your waist, his fingers ghosting over your ribs before moving higher, cupping your breasts from behind. He palms them, thumbs grazing low against the shape of your tits, adding to the heat already pooling low in your stomach.

Matt pulls back just enough to flick his tongue against your nipple again, eyes flicking up to meet yours. “She’s already squirming,” he notes with a grin, voice dripping with satisfaction. “Think we should start the clock yet?”

Chris hums, his thumbs circling over your sensitive peaks as he considers. “Mm, not yet,” he decides, voice low and teasing. “I think she needs to be a little more desperate first.”

Matt chuckles, his breath warm against your skin as he presses another open-mouthed kiss to your breast. “You hear that, sweetheart?” he murmurs, flicking his tongue over your nipple once more before lightly scraping his teeth against it. “Better start begging if you want us to get this bet going.”

Chris grins, rolling your nipples between his fingers, relishing the way your body jolts in response. “Or maybe we just keep teasing you all night and call it a draw,” he muses, lips brushing the shell of your ear. “Wouldn’t that be cruel?”

Your body betrays you, arching into their touch, a whimper slipping from your lips as the ache between your thighs grows unbearable.

Matt watches you closely, his free hand trailing down your stomach, fingers toying with the waistband of whatever little clothing you have left. “C’mon, sweetheart,” he coaxes, his voice smoother than honey. “Tell us how bad you want it.”

You swallow hard, your breath coming in short, needy gasps as Matt’s fingers tease just below your stomach, so close to the one place you need him most.

Chris pinches your nipples lightly, making you jolt in his hold, a smug chuckle rumbling from his chest. “Look at her,” he murmurs, his voice thick with amusement. “Already falling apart, and we haven’t even started yet.”

Matt smirks, dragging his knuckles over your lower stomach, so close but not nearly enough. “I dunno, Chris,” he muses, tilting his head as if considering. “Maybe we should just take our time with her. Really make her work for it.”

A frustrated whine escapes you, your hips shifting instinctively, searching for any kind of friction. “Please,” you breathe, your voice barely above a whisper.

Chris hums, his lips brushing against your shoulder. “Please, what?”

You squeeze your eyes shut, your pride warring with your desperation. But when Matt dips his fingers just beneath the waistband of your underwear, barely grazing your sensitive skin, you break. “Please, start the bet,” you whimper. “I need it.”

Chris grins against your skin. “That’s our girl.”

Matt chuckles darkly, finally slipping his hand lower. “Three minutes each,” he reminds Chris, his fingers just barely parting your slick folds. “Let’s see who can edge her the longest.”

Chris pulls back just enough to grab his phone from the nightstand, unlocking it with a smirk. “I’ll start the timer,” he says, amusement lacing his voice. “Don’t go too easy on her, Matty.”

Matt’s fingers dip lower, teasing at your entrance but never pushing in, his other hand gripping your thigh to keep you still. “Oh, don’t worry,” he murmurs, eyes dark with mischief as he presses a slow, deliberate kiss to your neck.

“I plan on making every second count.”

Chris swipes at his screen, setting the timer before locking eyes with Matt. “Three minutes,” he announces, his voice dropping. “Starting now.”

The soft beep of the timer is the only warning you get before Matt moves, slipping two fingers inside you with a smooth, practiced ease, your body falling against Chris' chest as his veiny hands curl inside of you.

Your body clenches around him instinctively, a sharp gasp escaping your lips as he curls his fingers even more, immediately searching for that spot that will have you unraveling in seconds.

Chris watches with a wicked grin, his hands running over your sides, down your stomach, adding to the overstimulation. “Already reacting so well,” he murmurs. “Think she’ll last?”

Matt pumps his fingers slow, deliberate, his thumb brushing against your clit in featherlight strokes that have your thighs trembling. “She better,” he muses.

A desperate whimper escapes you as Matt curls his fingers just right, a sharp jolt of pleasure shooting through you as his fingertips pulse against your g-spot.

Your thighs twitch, body arching, but Chris is right there, keeping you steady against him, his breath hot against your skin.

“Shit, she’s squeezing my fingers so tight,” Matt groans, his pace quickening just slightly. His dark eyes flicker up to yours, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. “You that close already, baby?”

Chris presses a kiss just below your ear, his voice a low whisper. “Don’t give in yet,” he teases. “You wouldn’t want to lose the first round, would you?”

Matt slows his movements just enough to keep you teetering on the edge, a smug grin playing on his lips as he watches you struggle. “Come on, sweetheart,” he coos, his fingers dragging out of you almost entirely before plunging back in, deeper this time. “You can hold out for me, can’t you?”

Your breath comes in short, desperate gasps, your hands scrambling for something to hold onto as the pleasure builds dangerously high. Chris chuckles against your neck, his grip on your waist tightening. “She’s trying so hard,” he murmurs, his thumbs circling your hardened nipples, teasing them with just enough pressure to make you squirm. “Think she’ll break before the timer runs out?”

Matt’s smirk widens. “Guess we’ll find out.” His thumb presses more firmly against your clit, rubbing in slow, deliberate circles that have your body trembling against Chris’. The coil in your stomach tightens, your walls fluttering around his fingers as the pleasure surges.

The timer beeps.

Matt immediately pulls away, slipping his fingers from you with an infuriating slowness. “Time’s up,” he announces, bringing his glistening fingers to his lips and sucking them clean with a satisfied hum.

Chris growls lowly, shifting you in his lap as he reaches for the phone. “My turn.”

You shiver, unable to control the way your body reacts to the two of them. Each of their touches, their movements, the way they effortlessly keep you on the edge — it’s almost too much.

Chris takes the phone from Matt, his fingers tapping the screen as he resets the timer. His other hand grips your waist, holding you firmly against him as his breath ghosts over your neck, taking the same place where Chris has just been.

“You ready, sweetheart?” His voice is low, teasing, as his he sets down the phone, his hand moving up to hold your neck, his thumb rubbing soft slow circles over your skin.

You nod, though it’s hardly a choice. Chris’ hands are on you—one gripping your thigh to keep you spread open, the other dipping between your legs without hesitation.

“Already so fucking wet god slut,” he mutters, fingers sliding through the slick mess Matt left behind. He traces slow, lazy strokes over your clit, barely applying pressure, just enough to keep you on edge.

Matt leans in from the side, his lips brushing against your ear.

“Think you can hold out?”

It’s a challenge, one that makes your stomach tighten, makes your body tense as Chris’ fingers suddenly slip inside, curling just right.

The timer ticks down, but Chris isn’t playing fair—he’s relentless, fingers pumping, thumb circling your clit in a way that has your thighs shaking. Your nails dig into Matt's thick tattooed forearm as you moan, your grip strong against his arm as you squirm beneath them both.

Matt chuckles beside you, his thumb grazing your lip. “You gonna let him wreck you, princess?”

Before you can answer, Chris shifts, his hands gripping your thighs as he slides down between them. He spreads you open again, his breath hot against your soaked aching pussy. “Fuck,” he groans, taking in the mess between your legs. “All this for us?”

He doesn’t give you time to respond before his mouth is on you—hot, wet, and completely overwhelming. His tongue flicks over your clit before flattening, dragging a slow, torturous path up your slit. You jolt, your back arching, a breathless moan slipping past your lips.

Chris hums against you, the vibrations sending another jolt of pleasure through your core. “So sweet,” he mutters before diving back in, his tongue working you over like he’s starving for it.

Matt watches with a smug grin, his fingers brushing over your throat before trailing down, stopping just above your breasts. “God, you sound so pretty,” he muses. “Bet you could come just from his mouth, huh?”

Chris groans in agreement, pulling away just enough to mutter, “She’s gonna.” Then, without warning, he sucks your clit into his mouth, his fingers slipping inside you again, curling perfectly against that spot that has you keening.

Your nails dig deeper into Matt’s forearm, your body writhing beneath them as the pleasure builds impossibly fast. “Oh my God—Chris, please—”

Chris lifts his head just enough to smirk up at you, his lips glistening. “Please what? Say it, baby.” His fingers thrust into you harder, his tongue teasing just enough to drive you insane.

Your head falls back against Matt’s shoulder, a whimper spilling from your lips. “Please let me come.”

Chris chuckles darkly. “That’s cute,” he taunts, his tongue flicking against you again, his fingers never slowing. “You gotta let me win this though.. hmm ma, you gotta hold all that come in for me so when you win for us, I can treat you..."

Chris slows his movements just enough to make you whine, dragging his tongue over you in lazy strokes, his fingers still deep inside you but barely moving. "You hear me, baby?" he murmurs, his voice muffled against your dripping cunt. "You want me to win, don’t you?"

Matt’s grip tightens around your throat, tilting your head back against his shoulder "Nah pretty girl, you want me to win don't you hmm?," he muses, his lips brushing your ear. "Why don't you just let it all out... hmm yeah? Come all over his tongue for me, mm.. make me a winner, sweetheart."

Chris groans against you, his fingers twitching inside your soaked pussy. He lifts his head just enough to shoot Matt a glare, lips glistening, chin wet with your arousal. “The fuck you think you’re doing, bro?” he grumbles, his voice rough. “She’s mine right now.”

Matt just smirks, his grip on your throat firm but not constricting, his thumb brushing slow circles against your skin. “Nah, I think she wants to give it to me,” he teases, his voice deep and smooth. “You hear that, baby? You gonna come for me?”

Your body is a mess of tension, caught between them, between their words, their touch, their relentless torment. Chris’ fingers are still inside you, teasing, pressing right against your g-spot but the pace is excruciatingly slow—just enough to keep you desperate, just enough to keep you from falling over the edge.

Chris lets out a low chuckle, his tongue flicking out to lap at you again, slow and deliberate. “You let go now, ma, you lose for me,” he murmurs, his breath hot against your throbbing clit. “You wanna lose for me? After everything I just gave you, only a filthy fucking girl would come right now, that's not you is it?”

Matt hums beside you, dragging his lips along the curve of your jaw. “Or, you could be a good girl for me and let it all out,” he taunts, his fingers slipping down your stomach, teasing, never quite touching where you need him. “So fucking pretty when you fall apart.”

Your breath hitches, a whimper spilling from your lips. You can’t think, can’t focus—your body is shaking, your muscles tight, your orgasm hovering just out of reach.

The timer beeps.

Chris lets out a low, frustrated groan, his fingers slipping from you agonizingly slow, leaving you empty and trembling. His lips are slick, his mouth still parted like he doesn’t want to stop. His dark eyes flick up to Matt, a smirk twitching at his lips.

"Your turn, better hope you don't fuckin' lose, that pussy is so fucking sloppy," he mutters.

Matt hums, releasing his grip on your throat as he shifts, standing just long enough to shove his sweats and boxers down. Your breath catches as he settles back behind you, his hands immediately gripping your hips, pulling you flush against him.

"You did so good for me, pretty girl," Matt murmurs against your ear, his voice deep, smooth, teasing. His fingers trail down your stomach, grazing the sensitive skin between your thighs. "Holding all that in for so long… now, you just have to last for me.."

Matt's grip tightens on your hips as he presses himself against you, his breath hot against your ear. "Think you can handle that, sweetheart?" he murmurs, his voice dripping with amusement, with challenge.

Chris scoffs from in front of you, his eyes dark, his lips still slick from everything he just did to you. "Doubt it," he mutters, his fingers lazily tracing along your thigh, possessive even when it’s not his turn. "She was already falling apart for me—no way she’s making it through you."

Matt chuckles, his grip shifting as he drags his fingers through the mess Chris left behind. "Mm, I dunno," he muses, teasing you, making you squirm. "I think she wants to be good for me."

Chris leans in, his lips barely brushing against yours. "That true, baby?" he murmurs, eyes flicking between yours. "You gonna be good for him? Or are you still all fucked out from me?"

Your breath stutters, your body still pulsing, still trembling with need. Matt doesn't wait for an answer—his fingers press into your skin, his grip firm as he positions you just how he wants.

His cock is thick against your entrance, precum spilling out from his tip and dripping against his shaft as his hands linger on your hips, holding your dripping cunt right above his hard cock. He grunts, pushing his hips up to grind his cock against your pussy, coating it with your juices. The feeling is electrifying, sending tingles through your body.

Matt's fingers dig into your hips, his grip tightening as he pulls you closer, his cock rubbing against your clit. His large hands move against your thighs to spread you open and you barely have time to suck in a breath before he pushes inside, stretching you open around his cock in one deep, brutal thrust.

You whimper almost immediately, feeling his cock swell inside of you, the tip of his dick pressing directly against your g-spot, raw, his precum coating against your insides.

Matt's hands grip your hips tightly, his fingers digging into your flesh as he starts to move inside you. His thrusts are slow and deliberate, each one pushing deeper into your body, stretching you wider. You can feel the head of his dick brush against your cervix with every thrust, sending waves of pleasure through you that course through your body.

Your breath comes in short gasps as you try to adjust to the sensation of being filled so completely, all by your absolute best friend.

Chris sits beside you on the bed, watching you with that smirk of his. His eyes burn with anticipation as Matt takes control, his body pressing into yours, the sound of skin against skin filling the room as Matt pounds into your drenched pussy, again and again, fucking you so good.

"You look so good like this," Chris murmurs, pulling back just enough to look into your eyes. His hand slides to your neck, gently gripping it, but not enough to cut off your air.

He enjoys watching you squirm, the way your body reacts to both of them. "You like it when Matt fucks you, don’t you? But you can’t forget, I’m still here... in control."

Matt’s pace doesn’t slow, his hips desperately bucking up into you as he groans behind you, buried deep inside of your pussy.

"You think you can keep quiet while Matt pounds into you like that?" he taunts, his voice low and rough, "remember all the people just right outside that door.. hmm ma?if they came in everyone would see you like this, hmm?

You gasp as Matt’s hips meet yours again, the force of his movements driving you crazy. But Chris isn’t done. His hand moves lower, brushing against your side as he leans in close, lips against your neck.

"Stay with me," he commands, the intensity in his voice matching the rhythm of Matt’s thrusts. "I know, that cock feels so good, doesn't it? mmh yeah? Come on it for me, make him lose.. hmm?

You want it, don’t you?" he murmurs, his fingers trailing up your throat before his hand grips your jaw. "You’re so fucking perfect when you’re desperate." His thumb brushes your lower lip, a smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth.

Without warning, he leans in, his lips crashing against yours for a searing kiss. But this time, he pulls back slightly, his eyes never leaving yours as he spits directly into your mouth, his wet saliva dripping directly onto your tongue, wet and warm.

"Swallow," he commands, his voice rough. "You’re mine. Every part of you. You’ll take whatever I give you."

The timer beeps again, and the room seems to shift as the focus turns back to Chris. He grins, the smug satisfaction in his eyes undeniable as he slides closer to you on the bed, his movements slow and deliberate.

"It’s my turn now," he says, his voice low and commanding, as he pushes you back against the bed with ease. His eyes flicker to Matt, who stops for a moment, allowing Chris to take full control of the situation.

Chris doesn’t waste any time, taking everything off without even giving you so much as a look, he flips you over with ease. Smiling as he positions you on all fours in front of him, your pussy glistening as he positions himself between your legs.

"You’ve been so fucking good for me," he murmurs, his lips grazing your neck. "Now, I want you to take me just like you did with Matt, yeah?"

He trails kisses along your skin, his voice rough as his hands grip your thighs, pulling you closer to the edge of the bed. His eyes lock with yours as he positions himself at your entrance, teasing for just a moment before he slides inside you, stretching you open in a way that has you gasping.

"You feel so fucking good," Chris groans, his movements slow at first, savoring every inch of you. "You’re gonna take me just like that. Like you want it so badly, like you need it."

Chris keeps his pace slow, torturous, making you feel every inch of him as he stretches you open. His hands roam your body, gripping your hips before trailing up to your back, pressing down just enough to arch you further.

"Fuck, look at you," he murmurs, voice thick with desire. "Taking me so well. Just like I knew you would."

Behind you, Matt watches, still catching his breath, his cock glistening with your slick as he strokes himself lazily, his eyes locked on the way Chris disappears inside you.

"You’re a fucking mess," Matt mutters, his voice dripping with amusement. "She was already so wrecked for me, and now you’re just ruining her, huh?"

Chris chuckles darkly, his fingers digging into your skin as he starts to thrust harder, deeper. "That’s the point, isn’t it? She wants this. Wants to be used, filled up—fucked until she can’t take anymore."

You whimper at his words, the pleasure overwhelming, your body trembling beneath him. He’s relentless now, pounding into you, his grip bruising as he pulls you back onto his cock, meeting each thrust with force.

"Come on, baby," Chris taunts, his voice rough. "Give me those pretty sounds. Let Matt hear how good I’m fucking you."

Your moans spill out uncontrollably, your body shuddering as Chris slams into you, over and over, pushing you closer and closer to the edge as you bury your head against the mattress, moaning into the soft velvet sheets.

"Time’s up."

Matt’s tone is firm, controlled—but there’s an edge to it, something possessive simmering beneath the surface. You barely process his words before you feel Chris tense behind you, his thrusts faltering for just a second before he growls lowly.

"Fuck that," Chris snaps, his grip tightening as he slams into you harder, ignoring the invisible boundary that’s just been set. "She’s not done. I’m not done."

Matt scoffs, standing up from his seat. "That’s not how this works, Chris." His voice is sharp now, the tension between them thick and electric. "You had your time."

Chris doesn’t stop, doesn’t even acknowledge him beyond a dark chuckle. He presses his chest against your back, his lips brushing your ear. "You don’t want me to stop, do you?"

You can barely think, the pleasure consuming every ounce of your logic, but Matt isn’t having it. Within seconds, he’s stepping in, yanking Chris back by his shoulder. The force makes Chris stumble slightly, pulling out of you with a frustrated growl.

"The fuck is your problem?" Chris snaps, glaring at Matt.

Matt glares right back, his jaw clenched. "My problem? You act like rules don’t apply to you. Like I’m just supposed to sit back and watch while you do whatever the fuck you want."

Chris smirks, licking his lips as he steps closer, challenging. "You mad ‘cause I was making her fall apart first?"

The tension is suffocating now, heat of a different kind crackling between them as they stand chest to chest. You’re left breathless, your body still trembling from the denied climax, watching as the two brothers stare each other down.

Then, without warning, Matt’s hand shoots out, grabbing Chris by the jaw. "If you don’t back the fuck off, I’ll take what’s mine right now."

Chris grins, unbothered. "Then do it."

“Just want to make sure you’re good,” he murmurs, his other hand sliding down your body, resting lightly on your hip. “If you’re not, we stop. I need you to be sure.”

You feel your heart race, the honesty in his voice only turning you on more. “I’m sure, Matt. I need both of you,” you say, your voice more confident now, the ache inside you undeniable.

Chris watches the exchange with a dark smirk, clearly enjoying the power dynamic at play, but he doesn’t push—waiting, giving Matt space to make sure you’re truly ready.

Matt’s lips curl into a faint smile, his hand sliding down between your legs, checking how wet you are, the warmth of his touch sending a shudder through your body. “You’re ready,” he murmurs with a satisfied look, before glancing at Chris.

“Let’s do this.”

Chris nods, his own smirk widening as he steps closer, his fingers lightly tracing down your spine, sending a shiver through you.

“Ready to take both of us, baby?” Chris growls low, his lips brushing against your ear as he positions himself behind you again.

Matt kneels down in front of you, his hands gently cupping your face as he locks eyes with you. “Tell me if it’s too much. We go slow.” His voice is soothing, though there’s a hunger beneath it.

You’re already a mess, desperate, and the idea of having both of them—together—has you dizzy with need. You can barely form words, but you manage to whisper, “I want both of you... please.”

With that, Matt shifts into position sliding beneath you, your body resting on top of his, his cock pressing up to meet your swollen clit. He guides you gently to take him in as Chris slowly pushes further inside you from behind, both of them stretching your pussy out on their thick cocks.

Your breath catches at the stretch, at the overwhelming fullness of having them both, but Matt’s hands on you, his steady presence, help ground you as you adjust.

“Fuck, you feel so good fuckin' slut taking both of us in that pussy s'well,” Chris growls, his hands holding your hips firmly as he starts to move, pulling back only to slam in again, while Matt keeps his pace steady, watching your reactions with his hands firm on your thighs.

“You’re taking both of us so well,” Matt praises, his voice rough but tender as he checks in again. “You okay?”

You nod, the pleasure starting to build again, your body instinctively moving with them, your moans coming faster now. “Yes... I’m okay, just keep going.”

Matt's hands move up to your breasts, his thumbs brushing over your hard nipples as he continues to watch you intently. " You're so beautiful," he whispers, his eyes never leaving yours.

Chris's hips start to pick up the pace, his cock throbbing inside you as he matches Matt's rhythm. You feel the pleasure building, your body arching towards them both.

The sensation of being filled by two men at once is overwhelming, but in the best possible way.

As you moan louder, Chris leans in, his lips brushing against your ear. "You're ours, baby," he murmurs, his voice low and husky. "You'll always be ours.. mm that pussy will always belong to us."

"We're going to fill you up so good, make you scream our names while we both fuck you like this, pretty girl."

Your mind goes blank as pleasure overtakes everything, leaving only the sound of your ragged breaths and their whispered praises, leaving only your frantic voice murmuring both of their names like it's the only thing left in your vocabulary.

With a final thrust, both of them pull out, Chris' breath is ragged as he spills his warmth onto your skin, right on your ass. His cum drips down your thighs as Matt pumps his cock a few more times; his sticky release coating your stomach as he groans against you, his body shuttering.

The sensation of your pussy empty without them lingering like a gentle burn against your skin, your cunt sore and so stretched out as you all catch your breath.

Chris groans, his cheeks red as he slumps over your ass, his cock dripping with your juices and Matt whimpers, his eyebrows furrowed and sweat matted into his hair as the rest of his cum drips down against his shaft.

Chris lets out a breathless chuckle, his sweaty body still draped over you.“Wait... so who won this bet, exactly?”

Matt blinks a few times, glancing at Chris, then down at you. “I mean... we all came at the same time, right? Wasn’t the whole point to see who could edge her the longest?” He shakes his head, still trying to process what happened.

You raise an eyebrow, doing your best to hold in your laughter. “Well, if you’re asking who won... I guess that would be me.”

Chris gapes at you, confusion quickly morphing into disbelief. “What? How did you—”

Matt cuts him off with a loud groan. “This is a disaster. We were supposed to outlast you, not... whatever that was.”

You grin, rolling your eyes playfully. “Hey, I didn’t make the rules. You guys did.”

Chris chuckles, clearly defeated. “Yeah, yeah... but next time, we’re picking a less... complicated bet. Something like... I don’t know, who can make the worst joke or something.”

Matt snorts. “Or who can make you come the most. Simpler stuff.”

You laugh, wiping a few stray tears of amusement from your eyes. “Deal. But I still won.”

Matt sighs, pulling you into his chest with a smirk. “Alright, alright. Rematch it is. We’re doing something totally ridiculous next time.”

Chris looks at you and shakes his head, sweat coating his hair. “You’re way too good at this. I’m calling a rematch and this time—I’m winning ma, not you.”

thank you for reading !

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[malsmind]

no vampire!chris today but i do have this for yall

[prettysinners]

my princess 😍

[theyluvivi]

spanking bunnysub!matt ? 👀

"Msorry—!"

Smack!

"P-please!"

Smack!

"N-nomore!"

Matt whimpers, hiding his face in the sheets so you can't see his flushed his face. "You have to learn your lesson, bun. I don't tolerate brats," You coo, massaging his reddened ass cheeks. "Especially in front of my friends." He yelps loudly when you slap his ass again, harder than all of the times.

"G-goldie—!"He scrambles, desperately grabbing at the sheets. "I— I didn't mean it—!," He groans, "P-please— Said m' sorry!"

You deliver another quick, harsh slap to his ass. "I don't believe you." You say sternly, "You can take a few more, can't you, bunny?" You inquire, eyes glued to Matt's back watching it rise and fall.

"M'sorry...m'sorry...mama." He babbles, you bite your lip in excitement, Matt only ever calls you "mama" when he's gone gone.

You purr, "Just a few more, Matty. You can take it."

Maybe a few more was twenty more, and maybe he couldn't take it and came with a cry of your name as all his sticky, hot cum spurted into your lap.

a/n: sorry if this isnot coherent im high 💔

[mattybsgroupie]

— chris having a wet dream

★ requested by anon ★

chris tosses and turns on the mattress, his mind filled with lustful scenes of your last encounter. he remembers it perfectly, the way your hand perfectly fits his cock and how your thumb teased his slit.

he’s somewhere between deep sleep and wide awake, his dreams forcing his body to do something to relieve the aching pain inside his pants. chris instinctively pulls one of the several pillows closer to him, placing it between his legs. a sigh escapes from his lips as his cock presses against the soft cushion and his hips move forward.

“nhng— ma” he babbles on his sleep, dreaming of your curves. he can’t help it, it just feels too good. it’s almost as if the pillow represent your thighs, the ones that always drive him crazy. he forces himself against the fabric, letting out moan as he begins to hump himself. he can feel the precum oozing from his tip and leaking down his shaft, the wetness helping him to rut faster, as if thrusting inside you.

his mind suddenly drifts somewhere else, a scene where you are on top of him, your tits bouncing across his face at the same time you bounce on his cock. you’re whispering sweet words to chris, saying how big his cock feels inside you, how good you’re gonna cum around his dick. another groan leaves his lips along with a “mama”, his moans turning into desperate whines as his orgasm approaches.

chris doesn’t notice when it happens. he chokes on a moan as his movements turn slower, riding himself through his high. the next day, you wake up with three messages from him — it’s a selfie of himself from waist below, displaying his completely soaked pants. a huge patch of cum is seen in the middle of the fabric, meaning that he leaked through his boxers, staining his sweaters.

“dream of you” the text says. “so sticky :(”, under the picture. “don’t shower, don’t change” you respond. “i’ll take care of you, be there in 10”.

finally god gave me the urge to write again! and thank you @strnilolover for your last chris blurb, it was all i needed! 🩷

p.s.: apparently i was the last person on earth writing in colored text and no one told me, please let me know if you enjoy it all black!