#don't open till christmas

[goryhorroor]

christmas horror + title cards

[pierppasolini]

Don’t Open Till Christmas (1984) // dir. Edmund Purdom

[horrororman]

🎄🔪 Notable films that were released on December 21st...

The Black Hole (1979)(US).

Don't Open till Christmas (1984)(US).

Sweeney Todd: The Demon Barber of Fleet Street (2007)(US & Canada).

The Autopsy of Jane Doe (2016).

#horror

[doodledana]

Don't Open Till Christmas

Creepy Whoville Looking Ass Masked Killer Christmas Movie

[amazingmrcinema007]

Man, Don't Open Till Christmas is a pretty messy film and I'm not talking about some of the mean-spirited kills either. I can feel the unrest behind the scenes that went on between the producers and Edmund Purdom which resulted in Purdom quitting the film, the writer stepping up to direct for two days, then having the editor, Ray Selfie step up to direct and a bunch of the script being rewritten by another guy before Purdom eventually came back.

The story feels pretty disjointed. The twist that the killer was the inspector's brother who escaped from a mental hospital begs the question why the inspector didn't figure out his identity sooner since a housekeeper tells our apparent heroine that he visits the hospital once a month to see him. He should've known something was up. Some characters get recast since other actors weren't available for reshoots and the film just ends abruptly.

[culttvblog]

Detective: Death in Ecstasy and a Side Excursion into Don't Open 'Till Christmas (1984)

A break from Ann Way season for this my Christmas blog post and as is my custom I'm still not blogging about Too Many Christmas Trees. Instead I've chosen an unseasonal mystery and a side excursion into a film which is actually Christmas themed.

Detective: Death in Ecstasy (1964)

Detective (1964-9) was an anthology series of dramatised crime stories by famous detective writers, which meant that its episodes tended to feature well-known fictional detectives. In fact some of them were introduced by Rupert Davies in character as Inspector Maigret. It also served as a source of pilots for series made afterwards. It partly remains in the archive but has never been commercially released as far as I know, and the episodes are as rare as hen's teeth so I was pleased to find this one on YouTube.

Death in Ecstasy is based on a novel by Ngaio Marsh published in 1936. Those familiar with her later writings will miss the complex characterisation and plotting for which she is known, here: instead the plot is much more straightforward and the characters more like the sketches we find in Agatha Christie. Inspector Alleyn's journalist friend shoves his way into the House of the Sacred Flame to see what is going on, only to discover that in the midst of the service the woman selected as the 'chosen vessel' collapses dead. He calls in Alleyn because he thinks he might be interested.

Even without my personal interest in cults and New Religious Movements, I would have to say that more murders should be set in cults because the group is an absolute gift to television. I am not sure whether we are intended to be shocked by the group and all its adherents or whether we are intended to think that they are just bohemian as you would expect. Probably it would have been more shocking in 1936 to find that the group's priest was dealing heroin than it would now. Even more fascinating to me personally is that the cult is based on a real one (which didn't have any murders) that Marsh knew in New Zealand in the 1890s and which I'm going to have to find out about.

The novel is also a gift to television in the sense that the entire story takes place in the group's church and the priest's flat so it only needs a small set. This doesn't come across as limited or cheap, because it's quite an exotic set!

I don't have any criticisms of this myself, however I see two criticisms are commonly made by Marsh fans, which is that Alleyn is too old and also that the show pronounces the name AllANE rather than ALlan, which is how Marsh wanted it pronounced. This may be an unpopular opinion but my own opinion is that if you want people to pronounce your detective's name in a particular way but spell it in a way inviting the public to pronounce it another way, you're inviting a lifetime of having to correct people.

My absolutely favourite bit is the place where the police re-enact the events of the murder and all kneel down around the altar (pictured).

Don't Open 'Till Christmas (1984)

Regular readers will know that I like nothing better than trying to rehabilitate some TV show which has been critically panned but I personally like and that is the pretext for one of my periodic side trips out of the world of TV and into film. Don't Open 'Till Christmas (1984) is an almost universally critically panned slasher film about a serial killer targeting people dressed as Father Christmas in London.

This is one of those occasions when I'm going to suggest viewers on't watch this film primarily for the plot, which meanders along in a rather confusing way. On one level it's fairly predictable because every time you see a Father Christmas costume you know some violence is on the way. On another level everybody says that this film is barely watchable and a complete 'turkey'.

The film took over a year to make. The reason for this is that it was plagued by conflict between the production and director who also starred in it. Ultimately he left and another director took over; unfortunately by this time most of the original cast were unavailable and large parts had to be cut or remade. The new director was then sacked. Helpfully the original director then returned and so much of the original footage could then be used again. If merely reading this is confusing it explains the impact of these events on the film, and their effect of leaving the film feeling like it's rather been stitched together from random stuff. Personally I don't dislike this effect, and honestly I think it enhances the numerous red herrings the film sets up about the identity of the Santa killer, but obviously the rest of the internet and the critics disagree.

Apart from this massive problem, honestly I think this film is just delightful. It has a marvellous atmosphere of a 1980s Christmas in London, juxtaposed with the terror of a serial killer loose in the city whom the police just seem unable to catch. I suppose it's one of those things where for me the atmosphere trumps the detail. Perhaps this could be some sort of personality indicator!

A happy holiday to all my readers.

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[thenefilim]

Review - Don’t Open Till Christmas (1984)

I can’t say Don't Open Till Christmas is a good film, but it’s far from boring and actually manages to be quite entertaining in a sleazy and perverse way.

https://www.voicesfromthebalcony.com/2023/12/25/dont-open-till-christmas-1984-review/

[watching-pictures-move]

Movie Review | Don't Open Till Christmas (Purdom, 1984)

This is directed by Edmund Purdom, star of such unimpeachable classics as Pieces and Absurd, the former of which shares with this the distinction of being a Dick Randall production. Apparently this was a troubled production, with Purdom leaving the film at one point, but as he later returned to finish it, I will assume the finished film reflected enough of his vision. I will not claim that Purdom is one of the great actor-turned-directors, or even a particularly good one, but from the results it seems that he understands the assignment, in that he delivers a slasher where the slashing happens at regular intervals and in graphic enough detail.

The gimmick here is that the victims are all dressed as Santa Claus, leading me to believe this is what the dumbest people you know mean when they froth at the mouth about the supposed War on Christmas. So it isn't just anybody getting killed, but Santa Clauses being killed by the dozens. One Santa Claus after another getting stabbed with knives, sliced with meat cleavers, fatally poked and prodded and what have you. One Santa Claus has a particularly unpleasant death in a bathroom, when a killer uses a straight razor to slice off his "yuletide log". This is one moment where Purdom exercises some restraint, as you do not see the "yuletide log" onscreen. You do not even hear Santa scream "Ow, my wang!" in agony as he fumbles with his bloodied "yuletide log" in his hands, scrambling to get to the hospital in time so they can re-attach it through the wonders of medical science. These things do not happen in the finished film.

I'm not gonna reveal the killer's motivations, although if like me you don't celebrate and find some of the commercialized Christmas cheer stuffed down our throats performative and obnoxious, you might sympathize with his actions. But you shouldn't, because need I remind you that murder is WRONG. Also, on top of killing countless Santa Clauses, he kidnaps a sex worker and lectures her about her line of work. Stick to killing Santa Clauses and leave your moralizing at home, pal.

Anyway, this isn't really a good movie, but it does deliver the goods like I said, and the footage of '80s London is pretty neat. I guess you could say that living under Thatcher was like seeing Santa Claus stabbed countless times, if you wanted to get political. There's also a fun musical number with Caroline Munro, who has sparkly hair on top of a sparkly outfit and demonstrates her talents as a scream queen. Also, there's a blind woman who I swear was played by Paula Meadows, although she does not appear to be credited. Maybe it was someone who looked similar, but I'd like to pretend it was her. Sadly she does not wear a bow tie like she did in Good Girls, Bad Girls.

[housemarcellus]

I need to fucking CHILL, the final essay is SUBMITTED, it is DONE; I am DONE. Why has the relief not set in yet??

[haveyouseenthishorrormovie]

SUMMARY: Somebody with very little Christmas spirit is killing anyone in a Santa suit one London holiday season, and Scotland Yard has to stop him before he makes his exploits an annual tradition

mod chris can't find out how to bold this text but is very interested in this movie and it will definitely go on the watchlist

[t-800]

many christmas horror movies involve a young boy seeing a woman fuck santa and becoming a murderer later because of it

[pierppasolini]

Don’t Open Till Christmas (1984) // dir. Edmund Purdom

[horrororman]

📼 Notable films that were released on December 19th...

A Clockwork Orange (1971)(NYC, NY).

Don't Open till Christmas (1984)(UK).

Little Shop of Horrors (1986).

Opera (1987)(Italy).

#DarioArgento

The Lord of the Rings: The Fellowship of the Ring (2001).

Altered (2006)(DVD premiere).

#horror

[anothermonikan]

i never got burying yourself in your work to avoid all your other problems. until now. save me sweet coding work~

[secretsofthewilde]

#i was so desperate to find somewhere i was told i belonged#to be a part of something bigger than myself#a place where i could help and hope and love and live and be gentle and warm and righteous and cared for#to be part of the flock held in the savior’s hand#and i loved being part of that flock#being one of the sheep tenderly cared for by our sheppards loving hands#but i realized many of the creatures around me weren’t sheep#they were something far worse#and so i left

Hey now the poetry itself was enough, did you have to absolutely strike me down with these tags too?

girls will be like, “i don’t have catholic guilt. i use the imagery when writing because it’s fun to play around with!” and then write this:

[sturnsdoll]

NAUGHTY OR NICE ❄ -m.s, c.s

part two here

pairing: dom bf!matt x sub!reader, dom!chris x reader

summary: when your boyfriend matt decides that a vibrator at dinner with his brothers is a good punishment for your attitude, you don't expect to end up being teased by someone other than him. warnings: vibrator, semi-public, cheating!reader, fingering, dirty talk, humiliation, orgasm denial.

word count: 3,598

"pink" + reader speaking, "blue" = matt speaking, "orange" = chris speaking.

matt and you are supposed to meet his brothers for dinner in about a half an hour. swiping gloss across your lips, you watch through the mirror at matt idly pacing around behind you. he's picking up random things, checking himself in the mirror. your used to it, he's typically like this before going out anywhere. you close up your gloss, tossing it down onto your vanity with an exaggerated sigh.

with that matt looks over at you, annoyance already on his features "what now?", his tone is soft but still holds irritation. all damn day everything's been a problem for you. and when something upsets you, it somehow becomes a him problem too.

you give him a bit of a side eye in the mirror, a slight eye roll to follow "nothin', jeez." you respond passively, getting up to go grab your purse and matt continues watching you with a dissaproving look. "there a problem?" you add with a raise of your brow. matt shrugs "you gonna be like this all night?" he asks, slightly amused but also a little over the attitude you've been throwing at him today. he watches your pretty eyes when you look back at him "i'm not being like anything." you defend. directly after your defence, you bend down to pickup your purse and hear matt sigh with a "that's it". -ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈

the drive there, all you could do was wait. wait to see when he'd chose to torture you. the silicone of the vibrator was tightly fit between your panties and your (already embarrassingly wet) pussy, specifically nudging your clit too close for comfort. when you matt pulled into the parking lot of the restaurant you, him and his brothers were gonna be meeting at for dinner, he refused to acknowledge your anxious glances toward him any time he'd open his phone. every tap of his fingers against the screen had you anticipating the buzzing against your clit, but thus far he hasn't done it hasn't come.

entering the restaurant, you were in awe of the gorgeous christmas decor of green and red around the restauraunt. cinnamon sticks in a little bowl with bows around them on the front desk, a green tree off near the hall to the washrooms, chandelier with lights. it's gorgeous.

you were both lead to your table where nick and chris were already sat laughing and talking. there wasn't much greeting to be done, you just kind of took a seat across from them with matt next to you and hopped into conversation smoothly with your boyfriends brothers.

-ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈

the food was amazing, everyone having a great time. chris and nick are your bestfriends by natural selection of matt being your boyfriend so you've grown to be comfy around them. not this comfy though. it was still in the back of your mind that matt was more than capable of turning the toy on whenever the hell he pleased but till now, you'd done a good job just trying to enjoy dinner and forget about it.

currently you're mid conversation with chris, giggling at something stupid he said when abruptly, you go silent. the buzz that comes to your clit is low, gentle. but it's still beyond distracting. you can't help how your eyes grow wide for a moment as you swallow thickly. fucking matt.

chris catches your sudden change of expression and mood. he makes a funny confused face in response to your expression, breathily laughing "what?" in question. now chris is thinking maybe he'd said something outlandish and not realized it.

chris catching the change in your mood only makes your stomach drop further. you deadstare your boyfriend's youngest brother, zoned out in embarassment, feeling clueless on how to respond when there's a god damn vibrator on you in public. but your strange behaviour was cut short by matt's slender ring clad fingers giving a squeeze to your knee. quickly taking the hint, you smile with a soft laugh "oh i just remembered last week when that lady refused to give nick his order cause she thought he was lying about it being his" your almost proud of yourself for thinking of something so fast.

chris seems to believe it, responding with a small "hm". however despite his smile and nod, chris has this slightly intense stare, different from his usually childish and playful demeanour. you assume your paranoid because how would chris know something was up?

"omg and then she did the same thing to that poor girl!" nick's voice breaks your curiosity of chris's stare. your sure you can handle this for a little, just a light buzz. but quite abruptly the buzzing intensifies. you grab at matt's hand, nails digging against the back of his palm as you force yourself to respond to nick with a short and shaky "yeah." it only eggs matt on though, he thinks your reactions are adorably pathetic. before nick can even really notice how shaky your voice was, the waiter approached the table to ask if anyone needed anything. you leave nick and chris to speak to the waiter, taking the chance to look at your boyfriend with a look that shows your embarassment and irriation. in response you just get a sickeningly sweet smile, one that causes you to shut your legs together, frustration and arousal driving you udderly insane.

before your knee's can even touch he pinches your thigh, his smile dropping slightly in warning. "fuck you" you mouth to him stupidly. matt gives a playful pout, forcibly pulling your leg so that you spread em', preventing you from any relief outside of what he chooses to provide you through the toy. "you really gonna act like that when santa's coming to town?" he jokes quietly, almost laughing at his own dumbass joke but instead his mouth just turns up in a slight smile, then you watch him take a quick glance at his phone.

holy fuck. you nearly fold over at the leg tremling, panty wettingly intense buzz that he suddenly inflicts on your clit. your acrylics immedietly digging into his hand again, you look over and catch his amused and adoring glance to you. that evil bastard fucking loves this. it's a bit of a power trip for him to watch you squirming in your seat, all angry at him.

matt's gaze was doing nothing to help, merely mocking you. in a desperate attempt to not give anything away, your teeth caught your lip with a gasp before any other lewd noise could escape. you shift your hips uncomfortably as your eyes leave matt's to see if his brothers are paying any mind to you two.

you felt relief at nick's typical yapping, he was clearly clueless to your situation. but then your eyes meet chris's.

he's clenching his jaw slightly with an unreadable but intense look in his eyes. what's his problem? well, apparently your body doesn't care what his glare is for, because it's enough for your poor neglected cunt to start to clench around nothing besides the pooling liquid dripping into your panties.

you let out a shaky breath that's just shy of a whine. lucky for you it's loud as hell in the restaurant. you mentally curse yourself for letting something as simple as a look from your boyfriends brother get you worked up. then again, what won't get you hornier with that god forsaken buzzing that has you struggling to sit still? you're about to resort to distracting yourself with nick's yapping when the buzzing abruptly cuts short.

you almost let out a sigh of relief. finally a break.

then your jaw drops and your knee jumps up and hits under the table. you didn't even know this vibrator could be this strong.. but as matt tortorously turns it to the highest setting, you can't stop the small whine from slipping your throat.

in panic you look between the three boys. nick is somehow still oblivious, thank god. matt's too busy pretending like he isn't literally getting you off infront of his brothers as he picks at his food. chris is also presumably distracted with his meal, though he shoots you a questioning glance when your eyes pass over him.

clearing your throat, you quickly stand up, announcing that you have to go to the bathroom. you rush right off before anyone can say anything.

-ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈

before you can even close the bathroom door you hear a ding from your phone. taking a second, you take a deep breath and squeeze your thighs together with a soft whine, eyes shutting as you dig your phone from your purse.

[ imessage from: matt <3]

-if you turn it off , touch yourself or cum then you're in trouble sweetheart. pathetically so, just reading his threatening text has your knee's weak. you lean one hand forward onto the counter, your thighs clenching tighter together.

[message to: matt <3]

-please it's too much. chris and nick are gonna find out if i come back out there like this

[message from: matt <3]

-behave or i'll make you cum infront of both of them istg

the lewd image of being forced into an orgasm infront of chris at the dinner table creates both a humiliating and pleasurable ache in your stomach. trying to force the thought away hardly worked, already dripping at the thought.

you have to compose yourself. that thought must only be arousing because your so desperate right?.. right.

you look yourself in the mirror, passing off your glossy eyes as you breathe in deeply. you reach your hand beneath your dress to pull your panties down just a little so the vibrator isn't so tightly pressed against you. insantly you sigh in relief at the severly lessened stimulation. straightening yourself out, mentally you prep yourself to get back to the group, opening the bathroom door with the best poker face you can put on.

instantly you're met with two hands roughly shoving you back inside the washroom, the door being locked instantly.

"what the hell are you two up to?"

you swear you experience whiplash at the complete shock as you look up at chris with confusion. chris is staring right back down at you with an almost proud but soft little smile on his face. "hello?" he gives a gentle tap to your arm to urge you to talk. you just shake your head, feeling bewildered "nothing?" you don't even sound sure of yourself when your respond.

chris tilts his head to give you a stare of annoyance at the blatant lie. little did you know that chris had figured you two out much much earlier. his voice comes more accusatory than he intends "you think i'm stupid?" he asks.

you stare up at chris, trying to look irritated at his intrusion into the bathroom but honestly your eyes are that of a lost puppy as the buzzing in your underwear is still growing the ache in your stomach. your legs are squeezing as you struggle to not completely lose it. "and?" you try to seem unphased but there's a shake to your tone.

"and-" he begins in a mocking tone "i know matt doesn't have some fucking vibrator app for himself." he finishes with a cocky yet still adoringly soft look as he watched the panic in your eyes. chris doesn't want to scare you away so his hand starts at your shoulder, thumb gently stroking your shoulder to soothe the panic that's coming with your brain completely short circuiting.

you want to ask how he knows that but chris steps a little closer and you back against the sink counter, both slightly intimidated as well as just udderly so confused you can't really think properly. chris's voice break's into your frozen state "you guys have some freaky thing for getting off in public?" he questions you.

"what? no that's-" chris doesn't quite seem 100 percent sure of himself, almost like he's slightly scared that you'll just think he's a complete weirdo so he keeps his movements slow and his voice stays on the softer side as he speaks to you "you got yourslef in trouble or something then?" he asks tauntingly. his eyes glitter with amusement when he watches you freeze up. looking around, your mouth opens again and again like you wanna argue or deny it but instead you just scoff in disbelief, your eyes rolling at his audacity.

that was enough of an answer for him. he lets out a small hum in acknowledgement, like he's amused by you being punished by his brother. his hand slowly slides down from your arm to the bottom hem of your dress. you find yourself unable to do anything but follow his movement with your eyes, a small breathy whine leaving as the buzzing in your panties continues to make this all the more arousing.

"getting off with your boyfriends brother less than a foot away at dinner is kind fucked up not gonna lie." as chris speaks he uses his other hand to pull the fabric of your dress at the waist, tugging it up a little until you're just barely covered below the waist. his thumb slips beneath the material to rub gentle circles on your thigh "this okay? you tell me to stop and i'll leave n' pretend like this never happened, i promise." his eyes give a comfortingly concerned look, his hand freezing momentarily.

you severly hesitate, a shaky breath leaving your lips, feeling the slick spreading all across your pussy, panties and upper thigh from the nonstop vibrations on your sensitibe bud, now combined with chris's teasing. this is all too much at once. you're starting to feel lightheaded, not knowing how much longer you can hold off either crying or cumming right here on the spot. "matt would mm- hate me chris" you worry verbally to the youngest triplet. chris just shakes his head, chosing to lighten the mood with a joke as per usual "don't worry about him right now. you gonna be naughty or nice for me? cause santa doesn't have to be the only thing coming if you'll let me touch you." there's a shit eating grin on his lips now as he slips his hand just a litter further under your dress.

under other circumstances you would've laughed at his terrible joke. instead you meet his eyes, a suble smile on your face. you know you need to make a decision. guilt bubbles in your stomach, as well as the need to cum. your arousal speaking before you can, you blurt out a "please" your eyes begging chris right along with your words.

chris instantly smirks, stepping closer till there's nearly no more of your space for him to invade "so polite." he teases, his knuckles softly brushing up her thigh till he reaches her panties, where he pauses, his knuckles brushing along the fabric to feel the vicious buzzing. experimentally he uses two fingers to press it up against her clit just a little closer.

your hands both come behind you to grip at the counter top as your legs twitch, unable to hold off your physical reaction to the torture anymore. "ah-" you cry gently as one hand comes off the counter to grip at his arm, not to stop him but for some kind of support.

chris tuts at you "poor thing, bet he's been neglecting you all night" chris says, more so to himself as he shakes his head in genuine dissapointment of his brothers teasing tactics. then in a swift motion, his finger hooks around the front of your panties and tugs them down to your thighs. finally, the vibrator comes off of you. chris's eyes lock on yours for affirmation to continue and he finds your eyes pleading with him already.

you have the sudden thought.. why hasn't matt come to check on you at this point? or texted? your thoughts are quickly are ripped from your head when the buzzing returns once more, chris placing his palm over the vibrator, pressing it right onto your poor swollen clit again.

a strangled moan is forced loudly from your lips at the overstimulating feeling coming back all at once, your back arches off the counter as you look down, shaking your head. "chris no wait- fuckk, i'm gonna cum" you beg for him to stop, but not because you don't want to. for some reason your willing to sleep with matt's brother but you draw the line at cumming without his permission?? pussy.

chris watches as your hips squirm back against the counter, your face scrunched up like you can't take it. he raises an eyebrow at your panic and he subtly smiles, too sweet for the situation your both in. "so?" he urges an explanation with confusion and amusement at your struggle.

you look away from him, nails digging into his arm as embarassment eats you alive at your reason why. chris is having none of it though. he leans down to force you to meet his gaze in demand of an answer. a whine slips when you go to speak, but you manage nonetheless. "not allowed." you state, your eyes finally meeting chris's again.

he's enthralled by your obedience to matt's 'rules' and the guilty little look in your eyes. chris sighs, shaking his head as he brings his free hand to gently cup the side of your face "well i say you are, so go ahead." he says like this is completely normal.

before you can even consider responding, two of his fingers shove into your fluttering hole, his palm still pressing the toy to your clit. you cry out at the attention to your poor pussy that you've been craving all night, hips pushing off the counter to chase chris's hand. whines and choked sobs leave your lips.

chris taps the underside of your jaw "someone's gonna hear ya" he points out with a warning look, then his fingers curl up into your walls to force another response from you. and oh does it ever. you lean your head forwards into his chest with a desperate whine that makes chris's jeans grow a little tighter on him.

he gently cradles the back of your head with his large hand as he talks you through it "oh i knoww." he says with a mocking tone to his voice, a devilish smirk on his face that you can't see as he holds your face into the chest of his hoodie to muffle your cries of pleasure.

"g- gonna fucking- oh god chris" your brain is so far from working as he fucks his fingers into you, alternating between curling them at the perfect spot inside and then thrusting them quickly. the sound of you saying his name is enough to have his dick fighting against his pants. he wants nothing more than to stuff you full of him but this isn't about him, the only thing he needs right now is to watch you hold onto him pathetically whilst crying his name for more.

with the hand cradling your head, his fingers gently massage your scalp. the soothing nature is a vile contrast to the way his other hand completely ruins you. this only furthers the haze of euphoria your in, whining desperately as you clutch onto chris for life. if it weren't for him and the counter you'd be a puddle on the floor and chris knows it as he feels your walls squeezing in desperation for release. he knows that's his cue.

you experience the most horrible whiplash as within a second, chris's hand comes out from under your dress, the vibrator with it and all your left with is your cum dripping out of your fluttering hole.

instantly your head lifts off chris's chest. you watch up at him with pleading eyes "chris." you hate how you sound begging for his attention back.

the hand not holding your now turned off, soaked vibrator, is soothing your hair out. he holds the vibrator up to your mouth, tapping it onto your pouted lips. shamefully you open your mouth, allowing him to urge the toy inside for you to clean it of your own mess.

chris's eyes glimmer with satisfaction as he watches your gaze, eager to please him in favour of needing to cum. which is why you nearly wanna cry when he removes his other hand from your hair and brings it down to pull your panties back up, slipping the now completely still vibrator back into the fabric.

"i'm sorry pretty, but the only thing i want more than to watch you cum is to know you'll be left on edge all night thinking about me instead of him" chris states with a grin, giving a frustratingly casual pat to your shoulder before unlocking the door and opening it to leave. you're about to pull him back and cuss him the fuck out when suddenly you see your boyfriend leaning on the wall right outside the door, shaking his head at you as chris walks passed him with a cocky smirk. it all sets in and you feel more embarassed than you ever have in your life. they fucking planned it. matt let chris come fingerfuck you like some slut.

"you're un-fucking-believable." matt states, although not seeming as mad as he should. you have no choice in the matter as he grabs you arm and begins both of your journey to the car.

you fell right into their trap.

.....someone's getting coal this christmas.

lmk if y'all want a part two??

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