#faithlia

[faithlia]

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english ins't my first lenguage.

warnings: smut, unprotected sex, kind of friends to lovers.

a/n: this was a request for a sequel to something about you, however, this story doesn't tell much about what happened in its premise, although it has the same characters and their respective interests. also I'm so sorry for the delay, I've been very busy lately, but I hope you like it 💓

"you're make me wanna falling in love" - sabrina carpenter.

I don't know how to react to this or how to talk about it. After a series of meaningless flirtations and arousal-ridden insistence, I have Matt sitting on my living room floor, pretending he knows how to put the puzzle together properly. It's what? Eleven o'clock at night? Maybe he won't be leaving anytime soon.

I'm intrigued and anxious about what might happen if he comes over to my place. He wants to fuck me, and I know it; I have no objections to it, just thoughts of endless possibilities. I mean, I can't help myself, hormones are high.

When we arrive, I thought he was going to grab me and I would forget everything to focus on the moment, but that's not what happened.

I grab two glasses of wine, taking them to him in short steps.

"Thanks", he says as he reaches for the drink. I sit a little closer to him, but on the couch, watching him sort the pieces out to line them up in their proper place.

“How long have you been putting this together?” he asks, pointing with his finger.

“I don’t know. I think it’s been about two days,” I say. I really don’t know where I got the patience to put together a puzzle with a thousand tiny pieces, but the idea seems brilliant. “It helps me relax,” I sigh. I drink some more wine and then find myself staring at the empty glass – like a professional drunk.

Seriously? You relax with that?" He downs the rest of his wine, looking at me with slanted eyes.

"Of course I do," I say, smiling like an idiot. It seems that half a glass of wine is enough for me to feel comfortable with each leg on either side of his body. He doesn't mind; in fact, he even drops his head back - right into my lap.

"I can't imagine you relaxing; You're always so anxious about everything." He looks at me with such serene eyes that I have to make sure that it's not a figment of my imagination and that his eyes and expression aren't the most attractive thing I've ever seen.

"I think I'm pretty relaxed now." It's not entirely a lie, but part of me feels like my heart is almost in my mouth. I bite my lip and dare to run my hands through his messy hair; it's soft, but at the same time it looks like he hasn't washed it. I don't think he's the kind of guy who spends time worrying about what products to put in his hair. It makes me want to wash his hair like he's a doll, which is kind of weird.

"Okay," he says. He sighs and closes his eyes, feeling very comfortable, and I like that. Little by little, a feeling settles in my chest, and I don't think so much about what might happen. Of course, yes, I really want to kiss him, because his mouth is so attractive, and everything about him makes me surrender to a simple touch or a bold tilt.

Without thinking, I start to trace his face with the tip of my finger, delicately. He doesn't open his eyes and this allows me to be more evasive, pinching the tip of his nose lightly.

"Wow" I say, laughing.

"What is it?", he asks, still with his eyes closed, settling his head more into my lap.

"It's just... Have you noticed that your nose is really big?", I think I'm drunk because this is the first time I've said something about his appearance. It's not an insult, but rather something that has always strangely attracted me to him.

Contrary to what I thought, Matt laughed.

"Fuck you", he says. I lean a little closer to his face and say, "I like it. I find it quite... useful." I smack my lips and Matt opens his eyes. Damn, again those damn eyes so beautiful they look like they're going to eat me alive.

Now everything seems sneaky. He whispers to me, "Really?", knowing exactly what I mean. And before I can say anything else, he pulls my head down and kisses me. It's a sloppy kiss, but neither of us cares. He caresses the back of my neck and lifts his body up to take my lips. The feeling of his mouth on mine is delicious. I feel like I'm Spider-Man wearing pink panties

Matt lets out a moan and it drives me crazy. I pull away from him from the discomfort of being so bent over.

"That was our first kiss", I point out.

"Yeah" he nods, turning to face me — still between my legs. "Was it good?" he asks, so relaxed that it makes me comfortable with what we just did.

I lick my lips and say "Yeah" too, but the sound is more like a moan.

"Do you want to do it again?" he raises his eyebrows suggestively.

"I do!", and that's absolutely true. "But I know where this is going," I think out loud. For some reason, I'm not reluctant to tell him what I'm thinking. Maybe the nervousness went away when I started drinking, and that's fine with me. I like to tell him what I think and I don't think he minds. I think he likes being teased by my words – especially since I like it when he does it to me.

"What? Sex?", he gives me a wicked smile. And looks directly at my breasts.

"Yes!", I lean back on the couch, feeling the softness of the upholstery. "And what's the problem, I thought you wanted it", he looks at me like a puppy. I move my hand to stroke his hair again.

"I don't know. Won't it be weird?" I ask, thinking about an idea that has crossed my mind many times.

"Why would it be weird?" he asks back and now we're playing this little game that I kind of like. I shrug and he's quiet for a while. "We don't have to have sex if you don't want to", he says, lowering his gaze to between my legs.

"Okay",I say it like I'm not dying to have him. I think he wants to eat me out and I wouldn't deny it, I'd just be annoying enough to make him tired of trying. "Are you upset?" I ask.

"This isn't the first time you've said no to me," I smile at that and he drags his hand up my thigh. "I want to wash your hair," I say and he rolls his eyes. "What? I really want to!"

"Do you want to give me a bath too?" I do, but I don't need to say it.

"Well, if it's to wash your hair..." I won't say it directly.

He shakes his head and sighs heavily, thinking about what to say, but before I do I reconsider. "But actually, I think it's better not to! I don't want you to get excited in the middle of everything," for a moment I regret what I said.

"Juno", he bites his lip, calling me.

"Hm?" I look at his mouth; it looks so soft.

"I've been hard for about two minutes now," I open and close my mouth, looking at the considerably large bulge in his pants. I don't know what to say. "Oh my God. I managed to shut your fucking mouth. Awesome!" he says as if it's the best thing in the world, but I don't take offense; he's said worse to me. With a little difficulty, he stands up and stretches his entire body with his back to me. I'm a little intimidated about what he's going to do; however, he sits down next to me and, at the same time, grabs a pillow to cover his "problem".

He doesn't say anything and I shift to get closer to him. Now, from how much I've played with his hair, he's slightly disheveled. "How are you going to fix this?" I ask, knowing he's going to give me an expected answer.

"Do you want to fix it for me?" Before I can answer, he kisses me, and this time with tongue, and it's so automatic that I gasp. He grabs my ass and squeezes the flesh hungrily. I moan into his mouth and he pulls me to sit on his lap – and I realize he's quickly removed the pillow, feeling the openness of the bulge. I'm not going to lie or be hypocrite; I've been wet for a while now. When he forces me against his cock, I feel my pussy throb – it feels so fucking good.

"Matt", I hold his face with both hands, almost crying. "I don't know if we should have sex now", I say, separating myself from his mouth and feeling a delicious longing as I move over his intimacy.

The truth is that, although I would like to have his mouth all over my body and his cock inside me, I'm insecure about everything. This concern invades my head when the realization that it's Matt who's there watching me moan like a whore on his lap. The fact that he's already seen my breasts weighs this stigma even more.

"Okay! I know you haven't had sex with guys in a while", it's true, but wait.

"How do you know that?", I frown.

"Because you tell me everything, idiot", he seals our lips quickly. Matt lowers his mouth to my neck, saying: "But at least let me eat you out or just suck your tits, or just watch you touch yourself; I would love that." He thrusts his hips against me, catching me off guard, making me gasp loudly with my mouth open.

I take a deep breath and gather the courage to tell him: "I want to, I really do! I'm just a little insecure..." I look down, trying not to rub myself against him. "I shouldn't, because you're so hot! And you know that's true." He lifts my chin with his hand and bites my neck, biting until he reaches my cleavage, sticking his face in there. "And, fuck, I've seen those tits, and they're even more beautiful up close." He squeezes my breasts with his big hands, intensifying a delicious sensation in my lower abdomen. "Do you want me to tell you about your pussy that's wetting my pants, too?" Matt looks at me, his eyes shining. It was true, I'm making a terrible mess.

Fuck.

"Do you still want to wash my hair?" Matt asks, with his naughtiest smile. I nod and he lifts me easily onto his lap and heads to the bathroom.

He's quick to take off my clothes and he's also quick to make me go crazy. He pushes me against the shower wall and kneels down to eat my pussy. I like the way he knows how to eat me and how grotesque he is in the sense of making a mess on his own face just to devour me. When he runs the tip of his nose over my clit and almost shoves his face inside me, he says in a very slurred voice: "That's what you wanted, isn't it?" and he takes saliva on the tip of his tongue to join my lubricated clit and satisfy me a little more. And, when I squirt on his face from the accumulated stimulation, he opens his mouth with his tongue out, swallowing everything, panting: "You're delicious, babe".

Matt is the kind of guy who likes to fuck dirty and knows how to be thirsty for it.

I swore every moment that he wouldn't fuck me tonight, but after cumming in his mouth and knowing how naughty he is, the urge got worse and he fucked me the way he wanted, moaning loudly that I take him well, that he would cum inside me and he didn't care at all and he did; I like how he keeps his words.

And you can bet that I really like the fact that he takes me to bed, still wet, and makes me sit on his sensitive cock with my back to him, murmuring how hot I am and pinching my nipples between his fingers. I don't bother to scream when he hits my sensitive spot. I love the way he starts to feel overwhelmed and whimpers in my ear; I aggravate my movements and grip the back of his neck tightly just to hear him closer. He cums inside me once more, both of us letting out moans from the sensitivity caused in our bodies. He masturbates my clit and I release myself too, rolling my eyes in pleasure.

The last thing I remember is being in his arms, and after that, I fall asleep.

When I wake up, I feel unimaginably tired. Matt's eyes are open, sleepy; he says, "Good morning," and for me, talking at that moment is not an option. He kisses my forehead and smiles, touching my cheek, being so gentle.

"We weren't supposed to do this," I say, my voice unrecognizable. He presses his lips together and smacks, murmuring, "I know!" I sigh, stretching. "Do you want to do it again?" he asks.

Well.

No need to ask!

I must say that Matt and I fucked hard all day, in every possible position. And a few times, he asked me which ones I had tried; he was surprised by some of them.

He kissed me tenderly at each end, assuring me that it was very good. And surprisingly, after cumming on his cock so many times like a slut, I actually washed his hair when we showered – leaving it nice and wavy.

We finished putting the puzzle together – even though we argued a lot about where the pieces should go. He also felt motivated enough to tell me that he likes me since I started to feel comfortable insulting him, but that he finds me annoying and sometimes insufferable. I told him he was an idiot and teased him: “Does this turn you on, Matt?”

“Oh my god. I’m so fucking horny.” He laughs and kisses me and I know for sure that I want his touch for the rest of my life.

The End

a/n: Yeah, I know. It doesn't have much to do with the song, but if you're really fucking horny, I wouldn't hesitate to make a one-shot with all the positions that Juno and Matt did before putting together puzzles, and, who knows, after that too.

[aniesvision]

𐂂 𝑵𝒐𝒕 𝒈𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒄𝒂𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕- 𝑪𝒉𝒓𝒊𝒔 𝑺𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒐𝒍𝒐

𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜: 𝒇𝒘𝒃, 𝒔𝒖𝒈𝒈𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒗𝒆, 𝒍𝒐𝒕𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒇𝒍𝒊𝒓𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒔𝒕, 𝒋𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒐𝒖𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒑𝒐𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒗𝒆! 𝒄𝒉𝒓𝒊𝒔, 𝒄𝒉𝒓𝒊𝒔 𝒃𝒆𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒏 𝒂𝒔𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒍𝒆, 𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒏𝒖𝒅𝒆𝒔 𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒅𝒂 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒎𝒆𝒂𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒐, 𝒈𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒄𝒂𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕, 𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒅𝒂 𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒚 𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈? 𝒊𝒅𝒌

𝚊/𝚗: 𝒉𝒆𝒚𝒚 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆'𝒔 𝒂 𝒄𝒉𝒓𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒎𝒂𝒔 𝒈𝒊𝒇𝒕 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒚𝒂𝒍𝒍! @faithlia 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑰 𝒄𝒐𝒍𝒍𝒂𝒃𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒎𝒂𝒅𝒆 𝒖𝒑 𝒂 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒚 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒕𝒘𝒐 𝒅𝒊𝒇𝒇𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒑𝒐𝒗𝒔, 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒆'𝒔 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝑪𝒉𝒓𝒊𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒉𝒆𝒓'𝒔 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝑴𝒂𝒕𝒕 𝒔𝒐 𝒈𝒐 𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒄𝒌 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒑𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝒂𝒔 𝒘𝒆𝒍𝒍! 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒌 𝒖 ♡︎

Reader|Chris|Nick|Julie(reader's friend)

This is getting out of hand. One of these days someone's gonna walk in and see us like that, hear us, or find out. He acts like he isn't the one making sure to tell me every time that this needs to stay between us. Calling me to his room when I'm over to kiss me, looking at me way too much when we're out with friends, slapping my ass when no one's watching.

It's not a bad thing, though, me and Chris get along pretty well and even when we need to keep things friendly it isn't that hard. What's hard is keeping this a secret when he makes no effort to keep his hands to himself.

-Your brothers are waiting for us upstairs. -I mumble against his lips, trying to push him away.

-Let them wait. -He trails kisses down my neck, hands firmly caging me in between him and the wall.

I tilt my head to the side, knowing it was wrong, but not strong enough to allow myself to make him stop. We hear footsteps getting closer, knocks on the door and an angry Matt yelling on the other side.

-We need to go. -I whisper, when I hear Matt climbing upstairs.

-I know, just one more. -He smirks down at me, leaning closer.

This time I shake my head and place my hands on his chest, giving him a warning look.

-We'll get caught if you keep doing shit like this, we need to go, Chris.

He rolls his eyes with a huff, taking one step back, but standing too close for me to walk away just yet.

-So what? Gonna act like you don't like the idea of getting caught? -He raises an eyebrow at me, suggestively.

That was the first time I lost my patience with Chris, forcing my way out and grabbing my purse, rushing to the door before he could stop me.

I didn't think much about it, days passed by and we were okay again, with no mentions of what happened. Until something similar happened again.

-Fuck, you look so hot right now.

He lifts his head to eye me up and down, setting his phone down on the bed and manspreading. I finish applying my gloss and take one step back, turning my body slightly to check if everything is in order.

-You're gonna drive me crazy tonight. -He shakes his head, using one hand to adjust his hat.

-Is that so? -I ask, with a smile, but not giving him too much attention since we were already kinda late and I wasn't ready.

It's one of our mutual friends' birthday party and it's supposed to be a big thing, he rented a mansion and a lot of influencers are going. I wanted to look nice, so I took my time.

-Mhm. -He hums in response, standing up and placing his hands on my waist.

-Can you help me with this? -I ask, handing him my necklace.

He wasn't even trying to hide how turned on he was, his bulge poking me as he pushes my hair to the side, leaning closer to prop kisses on my neck.

-Chris. -I warn him, doing my best to ignore it and put on my rings.

-Yeah? -He asks, smirking against my skin and nibbling it softly.

I sighed, knowing the necklace was the last thing for me to be ready and he was prolonging our time here on purpose.

-We're almost an hour late. -I let him know, giving him a look through the mirror.

He smiles at me, turning me around and kissing my cheek.

-Fine, but when this party's done you're all mine.

He finally helps me with the necklace and we rush to Matt's car, my mind repeating his words nonstop. It didn't exactly bother me to hear him saying that, he meant he wanted me for sex and that's all, what bothered me was seeing how he was acting in public.

Making sure to get me drinks, whenever we were separated he was looking at me from the other side of the room, whenever another guy tried to make a move he showed up and wrapped his arm around my waist.

-What the fuck is wrong with you tonight? Why are you acting like that? -I ask, pulling him to an empty room when he was already getting on my nerves.

-What do you mean? -He asks, crossing his arms and leaning against a wall.

-You're ruining my chances with any and every person who tries to talk to me, people are going to think we're together. -I mirror his action, crossing my arms as well, arching my eyebrows in confusion, my tone full of frustration.

He scoffs, rolling his eyes and looking away from me.

-We're not, I just don't think those guys could be good for you. -He shrugs, speaking in a calm voice, but firm.

-It's not like I'm going on a date with any of them, I just want to enjoy this fuckin' party. -I sit down on the bed behind me, frustrated.

-I'm right here, though. -He says, stepping closer slowly, letting his arms fall to his sides.

-Yeah, but we can't do this in here, we said only when it's just us, no public spaces, not getting caught. -I remind him of the rules we made.

Keeping eye contact while he leaned closer knowing I couldn't kiss him and let him ruin me was the most difficult thing I've ever done, but I knew I'd regret it too much later, so I didn't give in.

-It's just us in here. -He points around, showing the empty room.

-Chris. -I sigh, hating this. It was too risky.

I'm fine with what we have, but he makes it so hard to keep it going. Not telling anyone was a mutual agreement, both of us have our reasons to not want people to know about our not-so-friendly case.

He nods, walking away without even looking at me again.

-Whatever, fuck whoever you want.

With that, I was alone in the room. It took me a while to process what happened and get out, trying to act normal throughout the rest of the night. I didn't even look at Chris anymore that day and he didn't talk to me when we were back.

It's not like I can be mad at him for too long and vice versa, but it did take longer for us to let it go and talk normally again. It wasn't the same though, since we don't share our feelings we keep the hurt and anger to ourselves and this kinda thing only leads to one thing... Explosion. When we can't hide what we feel, can't resolve the problems, can't share what's making us uncomfortable one day it just simply explodes and we find ourselves talking too much.

-Are you almost done? -Nick asks, not taking his eyes off his phone as he texts whoever.

-Yeah, just need my lipgloss.

I look around, not finding what I need, my brain giving me a hint of where it could be, already making me nervous.

-I think I left it in Chris's room last time I came over, I'll be right back. -I warn Nick, leaving his room and going downstairs.

I take deep breaths all the way down to Chris's room and knock on the door before stepping in, seeing him in his bed, also on his phone. He looks up at me, but doesn't look so interested, so I just make my way to his bathroom to find my lipgloss.

-You look nice. -He says, in a low voice not to startle me, leaning against the door.

-Thanks.

"Nice" is not something he usually compliments me with, which makes me feel weird. Being around him is not the same, but being alone with him is even worse.

I finally find my lipgloss and use his mirror to apply it, trying to end this moment as soon as possible. But, of course, Chris just can't stay quiet.

-Are you still mad at me? -He asks, getting closer and resting his chin on my shoulder, wrapping his arms around me.

I sighed, knowing what he was doing and not sure if I liked it or hated it. I set my lipgloss on the countertop, looking at him through the mirror.

-I'm not mad at you, I just hate whatever this is. -I explain.

He frowns, turning me around and pushing my hair back, immediately leaning to press kisses on my neck.

-Sorry, just can't stand the thought of you with another guy. -He mumbles, nibbling my skin.

-You shouldn't mind, it's not like you want me to be yours. -I close my eyes, trying to keep my posture, but the smallest touch of him still drives me insane.

-You're already mine. -He smirks at me, finally pressing his lips against mine.

There goes all the effort to put on lipstick and gloss.

Chris kisses me hungrily, hands exploring my body as I tangle his hair and pull him closer. Everything in me screamed that this was a bad idea, especially since his last words. I'm getting out of here hurt again, I just know it, but I can't seem to stop it.

One of his hands slide under my shirt, squeezing my boobs and holding my waist possessively, the kiss became more urgent, almost needy, but we had to stop when we head knocks on Chris's door.

-Hey, are you guys ready?

Chris rolls his eyes, slowly stepping away.

-Yeah, I'm just fixing my hair, you guys can wait in the car. -I yell, turning around to the mirror.

As I fix my lips and hair the fast as I can, Chris keeps his gaze on me.

-Here, I need to clean this off you. -I say, seeing the lipgloss on his cheeks and chin.

He nodded, letting me do it without saying anything, and when we were finally ready to go, the bomb was thrown.

-Just to make it clear, you're mine, but we're not together.

I stop on my feet and turn around, confused, the smile that was on my face immediately fading.

-What?

-We're not a thing, I know Julie's gonna be there, don't go tell your friend about it or whatever, we're not anything serious.

I scoff, crossing my arms and tilting my head, looking at him in disbelief.

-You just said I'm yours, you're the one apparently wanting this to be more, I'm more than aware we're nothing.

He steps closer, a serious expression on his face, positioning his hands on my hips like he wasn't just being absurd.

-Not nothing, it's not like you can go around flirting with other people, we're just not together. -He says, like it was the most normal thing ever, passing through me and going to the car.

That's it. I just can't believe how insane he is. He thinks it's okay to say shit like that? To mess with me like that?

When I was about to leave his room, my phone buzzed in my pocket. I see two texts from Julie, one in our group chat with Matt (he made it to talk shit about his brothers with us one day and we never stop talking in it) and one in our private chat.

Julie: I FUCKIN' HATE MYSELF I WAS MEANT TO SEND IT TO YOU ONLY

Confused, I opened up the group chat, and saw the problem. It was a photo of her, well, her boobs to be more specific. It was normal for us to send some photos like this now and then when we were feeling more confident and wanted to just share it between girlies, but well, Matt's not exactly one of the girlies.

I send her a text back, rushing to the car and noticing Matt's pink cheeks, internally laughing at the situation and having an idea out of it.

We get to the mini golf, walking to find Julie on a bench waiting for us. She immediately pushed me with her to the bathroom, leaving the guys to find us a table and start a game.

-I can't even look at him! What if he hates me now? -She paces, desperate.

-He doesn't hate you, he'll be fine, you'll be fine.

-Shut up, I'm far away from fine, what if he thinks I'm ugly?

I lean against the wall, raising an eyebrow at her.

-Why do you care what he thinks?

She stopped pacing, looking at me, and with just one look I realized what she meant.

-You like Matt. -I point at her, giggling at my new discovery.

-Shh, no, I- yes, kinda. -She rolls her eyes, embarrassingly leaning against the counter.

That was the perfect opportunity for both of us.

-Okay, well, why don't we test it out to see if he likes you too? I can pretend to be flirting with you so we see his reactions.

It was not all about her and Matt, but she didn't need to know all the details.

She nodded, agreeing to my plan, and we got back to the table with the boys. I sit next to her, trying to act normal along the night and placing my hand on Julie's leg every chance I have. I got too close to her, looked at her lips like I wanted to kiss her and tried my best to act like it was all real flirting.

It didn't take too long to get a few reactions, not only from Matt, who looked like he was putting dots together and clenching his jaw when I got too close to Julie, but from Chris, who didn't even try to hide how mad he was.

The rest of the night passed by, the flirting continued until we dropped her home and got back to theirs, where I was supposed to stay the night in Nick's room.

Before I could follow Nick to his room, Chris's hands pulled me with him to his, closing his door behind us.

-What was that? -He asks, crossing his arms over his chest and looking at me.

-What was what? -I ask, playing dumb.

-Are you fucking kidding me?

His face had a mix of anger and disbelief. I give him a fake smile, tilting my head.

-I have no idea what you're talking about.

His jaw clenches and he kicks off his shoes, throwing his hat somewhere and pushing me to his bed, crawling on top of me.

-Flirting with Julie? Which part of "you're mine" you didn't get?

Seeing him all mad at me was making me feel things I shouldn't, and I hated myself for smirking up at him.

-The part I'm yours. -I tease, knowing I was playing with fire, but it was inevitable.

-Guess I need to remind you who you belong to.

His lips were immediately on mine, kissing me hungrily and eagerly. He pins my hands above my head, making sure I can't move, exploring my mouth with his tongue. He only pulled away to lower his kisses to my neck, nibbling my skin and keeping my arms pinned with only one hand so he could use the other to explore my body. He was about to lift my shirt so he could take it off me when we heard the door opening.

-Chris, she's supposed to stay the night with–

Nick's words were cut off by himself when he saw his brother on top of me, his eyes widening and jaw dropping in shock.

Chris quickly rolled to the other side of the bed, my heart beating so fast that I could barely believe what was happening. I knew this was going to happen someday, I just knew it, and yet I hated myself for being right on this.

-What the fuck? -Nick asks, looking between me and Chris.

I sigh, still a bit breathless due to what was going on just seconds ago, running my hands through my hair to fix the messy strands as I try to think of a plausible answer. And, for what seems to be the first time ever, I wish Chris would just start yapping until Nick forgot what he saw.

-How long has this been going on? -Nick asks again, still waiting for a response.

I looked at Chris, he was sitting by the end of the bed, jaw clenched. I told him a million times we were going to get caught if he kept doing shit like this when there were chances of other people barging in, and now he's mad like I haven't warned him.

-Can you just leave? -Chris finally says something, looking at his brother.

-Not until you explain what the fuck I just witnessed.

I sit upright on the bed, looking between them and noticing Chris didn't want to talk at all.

-A couple months. -I say, bending my knees and hugging my legs.

Chris looked at me like I was crazy, not expecting me to say something, but his eyes soon softened when he realized what was happening. We got caught, it's all over.

-Months?! -If Nick wasn't shocked already, he definitely is now.

Silence. I don't know why it was so hard to explain things, but I guess it's because there wasn't exactly something to explain, it was pretty much obvious.

-So are you guys secretly together or what?

Well, not so obvious. I never thought I'd hear this question and no response came to my mind, so I looked at Chris, who was already looking at me.

-Not exactly. -He says, in a low voice, almost like he was unsure of his own answer.

Another moment of silence, not even Nick had something to say.

-Can you just give us a second? -Chris asks, looking at Nick, who just nodded and immediately left the room.

As soon as the door closes again Chris moves closer to me on the bed.

-It's over, isn't it? -He asks, giving me a look that for some reason I knew exactly what he was thinking.

"Here are the rules: no talking about this to anyone, it needs to stay in between us, so we'll only do anything when no one's around, no getting caught, or it's over, anything else?" "Nope, I guess that's it"

-Yeah, it is. -I say, feeling strangely upset.

He nods, knowing it is for the best, taking me by surprise when he pulls me into a hug.

-I'm sorry, I haven't been too nice to you, I'll be a better friend now. -He whispers, making me smile.

As I walked upstairs to Nick's room I couldn't stop thinking about what happened. He apologized, he said he'd be better, and he hugged me. It felt like so long ago since we last hugged before that, truly hugged.

-Are you okay? -Nick asks as soon as I open the door.

-I'm okay. -I smile at him, sitting on his bed.

-Can you explain everything to me now, please? -He asks, really needing to know what he just saw, and I can't blame him, I'd be wanting information as well, so I tell him.

-Yeah, this can not happen again, one of you will get hurt, I can't believe you guys kept this for so long!

-I know, it won't. -I say, smiling at him.

But it did.

𝒕𝒂𝒈𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕 ✍︎

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[y3sterdaysproblem]

okay…

you might not be into this but i love these kind of stories, can you do stepdad!matt and stepdaughter!reader… just read “ was it wrong��� by faithlia immediately, but i just love like the step dad thing and i love your writing so i would love to see what you could make out of it

LOVE YOUUUU

THE WAY I THOUGHT YOU MEANT LIKE THE FATHER THAT STEPPED UP AND THEN I READ THE SUMMARY AND WAS COMPLETELY SHOCKED OH MY GOSH YOU GUYS ARE SO FREAKYYYYY

(i’m reading it right now im soooo turned on)

[faithlia]

౨ৎ Was It Wrong?

english is not my first language!

summary: Matt knows it's wrong the way he feels about you, especially sence he's your stepdad...

warnings: mdni, suggestive, angst, smut, fluff(?), age difference. (reader is of legal age), guilty!matt, perversion, cheating, unprotected sex...

- matt 28 years old.

a/n: this fic was inspired by my absolute obsession with Matt dressing up as a dad. 🫦

⚠️ If you don't feel comfortable, please, don't read!

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

"For me, that was true love!" - because of you by lana del ray.

When did the feeling of guilt become so delicious? Hunger convinces us that anything that is beautiful to the eyes can satisfy us, and this is irreversible.

For Matt, the most impulsive decision he had ever made in his entire life became his fate. He was a docile man, but he didn't have the strength to fight against immorality.

He had recently moved into your house. Matt was so sweet to you, he was always gentle and passive, and you loved that. You loved his kindness, the way he treated you so well, and especially the way he looked at you so purely.

He was perfect in everything he did, funny about everything he said and never disrespected you and that was your downfall, because he would never be yours....

Was it so wrong to feel that way?

One time, you were in your car with Matt going shopping.

"When did you learn to drive?" you asked, interested in the way he seemed so relaxed.

"Hm, when I was sixteen, I think." he said monotonously.

"Wow, that must have been a long, long time ago," you teased him with a smile.

"Oh, come on! I'm not that old!" he interrupted you, feeling offended, but he didn't hide his shy smile.

He really wasn't that old, not to you. Nothing outside the law could stop you from being with him, except that he was your mother's fucking boyfriend. Fuck. That fucked with your head more than you could imagine. He should be yours! You should be the one sleeping next to him, the one kissing him, the one making love to him. It was your right to be entirely his.

You had only known Matt for eight months, but that was plenty of time for you to fall in love with him.

When your mother said she would be away for two weeks for a work trip, your heart fluttered with happiness. Staying with Matt during your vacation seemed like a never-ending dream, but that was an untimely torment for him.

While you were shopping, you realized how responsive Matt was. He always felt very comfortable doing the household shopping, he wanted to keep everything in order and do his best to please. On the weekends, when you came home from college to spend time at home, he would make a point of cooking for you. So sweet!

"What do you think of lasagna for dinner?" he asked as you walked past the frozen food section. You weren't really interested in browsing shelves and checking prices, so you just carried the shopping cart wherever Matt went.

"That's okay." you said and he immediately put it in the cart.

What was going on in Matt's head? You wanted to know everything about him. Despite knowing about his charitable kindness and his perceptive ability to be a good cook, you didn't know much about Matt. I mean, you knew he worked for a big company, had been out of the country three times, and played hockey, but what else could possibly fuel your need to get to know him?

"You know, I just realized I don't know much about you," you said as you walked down the liquor aisle. "

"What do you mean? She didn't tell you about me before I moved?" he laughed nervously, picking up a case of beer and reading wine labels.

"No! I mean, yeah, she told me about the "nice guy" she was dating, but we're not very communicative." you tried to explain it in a way that wasn't frustrating.

"Okay," he said, knowing about the complicated relationship you had with your mother. "What would you like to know?"

"I don't know. Anything! You seem very interesting..." he smiled shyly, without even looking away from the labels.

"Okay, um, well, I'm from Boston and I'm a triplet." He took his phone out of his pocket, rummaging through the photo gallery to show you a picture of him with his brothers. "Here. This are Chris and Nick. I think I was your age back then." you looked at the photo, completely fascinated by how his appearance hadn't changed much, he still looked as young as when he took the picture.

You also felt bold enough to say: "Nick is gorgeous, is he single?"

"Well, he is! But I don't think you're his type..." you frowned, confused. "He's gay."

"I guess I'll have to settle for Chris then..." you loved the way he raised his eyebrows in surprise.

Going to the hygiene and cleaning section, Matt told you about how he hated summer - he was more of a cold-weather guy -, and about his favorite songs and singers. You were ecstatic about how similar your tastes were. It made you fantasize more than you should have.

You were putting a pack of tampons in the cart, when your cell phone started ringing.

Shit. This was not a good time for your boyfriend to call you.

You answered the phone hearing Trevor's voice on the other end of the line. He wanted to meet you, but you didn't want that right now. The whole situation with Trevor was so morbid and impertinent, you wanted to break up with him as soon as possible, but he seemed to avoid that conversation at all costs.

You let out a pout and Matt noticed your hesitant expression. "What happened, sweetheart?"

Sweetheart

He constantly called you by these nicknames full of affection. He had such excellence in words and it made your heart warm.

"It's just my idiot boyfriend. He wants to see me."

"Idiot? What an unusual affectionate nickname" he joked, as the two of you walked to the cashier. You laughed and said: "I don't want to sound like a bad bitch or anything, but I don't think I like him the same way I used to." You explained it like it was no big deal and really, it wasn't!

"And why didn't you break up with him?" he questioned, but soon regretted the invasive question "Oh, I'm sorry. That's none of my business.."

"No, it's okay to ask. I guess I was just feeling needy and needed to have sex with a guy who made me feel good, but all those feelings are gone..." Matt swallowed hard after you were so uninhibited with him "It's okay to talk about these things with you, right? We're friends, right?" you said suggestively.

Matt nodded and smiled at you, saying, "Of course, love."

Matt followed your instructions and took you to Trevor's house. He had a worried look on his face, but you said you'd be home soon.

When Matt got home, he could finally enjoy the cozy silence. He put all the groceries in their proper place, heading to the laundry room.

Matt liked living there. It wasn't a big house, but it was entirely comfortable. He enjoyed the view of the small flower garden and how he lived so fully. It seemed like he had found peace, except for... except for you.

You were a fleeting obstacle in his life

Matt wasn't stupid or naive. He knew very well what was going on right under his nose, but it was so lewd that even he couldn't believe it. The burning in his mind was constant as the indecent repulsion took over him.

── .✦

Last Wednesday night, having just returned from the airport, Matt quietly entered the house - he wanted to rest after the exhausting day he had had, but as he climbed the stairs, he was surprised by constant moans coming from his stepdaughter's room. He breathed deeply, listening to the moans and passionate whimpers.

"Hmmm, yeah," you sounded slurred.

Matt felt helpless and reluctant. Damn. It was obvious that he found you attractive, he found you beautiful and your attitude biting, and he liked it! He liked it because even under that chaste cover, he chained a distressed and desperate excitement; he liked it because he was uninhibited, prone and felt moved when you looked him deep in the eyes so intensely, and he liked it, mainly, because he wanted to touch you with warmth, he wanted to be sweet and soft and he wanted to thrust himself and cum inside you.

But he knew, he knew! How wicked it was...

When your moans stopped, it was already too late for Matt, he had a hard cock and his chest racing. He walked to the bathroom quickly to take a cold shower. He took off his clothes, feeling the sensitivity of the fabric of his boxers dragging over his hard cock and sighed when the cold water wet him, but, damn, not even that helped. He ran his calloused hand over his cock more and more quickly, wanting to expel all that harmful feeling outside. He imagined what you could be like and what it would be like to feel the heat of your pussy for the first time. It could be delicious.

When Matt came, the guilt hit him without restraint. Now he was what he believed himself to be. He cried for being such a son of a bitch and after taking himself like a tremendous wretch, he went to sleep thinking about you moaning his name. In his dreams, you were entirely his to care for and adore.

─ .✦

In the present day, during your absence, Matt was taking his clean clothes from the dryer that you had put on before you went to the supermarket. He threw the kitten-print tank tops, the sleep shorts and the lace and flowery panties into the basket.

"Shit." he said out loud for the first time since he had arrived home. Was it common for an adult to be embarrassed like that? He felt like a virgin teenager again.

He took the basket of clothes to your room and placed it on top of your covered bed. But he didn't have to stop there, did he?

He lay down on his bed feeling the coldness of the sheets, unable to resist turning over and dragging his covered cock against the soft mattress, imagining that it was you being fucked so well by him. His excitement was immense. He let out a hiss as he thrust slowly and when he couldn't take it anymore, he put his hand inside his pants, freeing his needy dick.

But, unfortunately, before he could masturbate frantically, Matt suddenly heard your voice telling him that he had arrived.

He got up quickly, putting his hard cock in his pants, trying to fix your bed.

Matt left your room and soon entered his own, slamming the door loudly. He breathed frantically, reviewing all the shit that had just happened.

── .✦

After he had recovered, he went downstairs to cook dinner and after eating he went to watch a hockey game on TV. He thanked God for being able to get away from the noisy situation and think about anything other than you.

After taking your shower, you went to the living room wearing pajamas that showed your nipples. You expected Matt to look at you and blush, just for your private amusement, but he didn't do anything like that.

"The lasagna is in the fridge, in case you want to have dinner." he said, taking a sip of beer.

Matt had a different expression than you were used to seeing. He looked... irritated.

"Okay! I already ate."

He was silent. He had his tattooed arm over his head and his legs spread. His expression was different from what you were used to.

You shrugged your shoulders at the bad posture and decided to join him, lying down on the couch. Matt took up half of the space, so your legs were bent, with your private parts covered only by the thin fabric of your pajamas being quite noticeable. Matt narrowed his gaze and bit his lip, trying not to turn his head.

Just a look, c'mon. It doesn't matter...

Matt grunted, trying to look oblivious and you pressed your lips together to hold back a giggle.

"So how was it with Trevor?" he asked, drinking the rest of his beer. "Well, we talked a little and then..." you said suggestively.

"And then what?" Matt looked away at you, intrigued.

Matt couldn't resist lowering his head when he turned to you. He could see the plump lips of your pussy being practically squeezed by the fabric of your shorts. He wanted to sink in and stick his tongue right there.

"Oh, you know..." your voice sounded so calm and sleepy. You pretended to pay attention to the game while letting Matt drown in his own saliva.

Matt clearly knew. Shit. He didn't even want to think about it. He was immediately jealous. His expression didn't change, he remained silent, pretending, but the voices in his head were disturbing.

"Matt, are you okay?" His concern was fake and feigned. It was obvious that he was jealous and you loved it.

You didn't have sex with Trevor, in fact, you had a huge fight, resulting in endless yelling and unnecessary dialogues. When you got home, you were glad Matt was in the room so he wouldn't see your tired and sad expression. You saw the basket with your various washed and smelling clothes inside, being happy that Matt had kindly placed them there. It was such a simple act, but a passionate strangeness was present.

With your question, Matt came back to reality. Damn, he really was crazy. He didn't want to scare you with his stupid jealousy. He tried to soften his expression. "Yes, I am, sweetie." A short smile formed on his lips.

You stretched your legs comfortably on his lap, not caring at all about the informality, and he didn't mind. It was as if you were a couple and that moment was eternal.

You couldn't resist teasing him, gently running your foot over his neck. Matt made the situation worse, joining in the fun when you ran your toes over his face and he grabbed them with his hands, snapping them. You let out a sharp cry of surprise, making Matt smile, still focused on the game. He tickled you, making you laugh, and snapped your other foot, but this time hard.

"Ugh, Matt." you groaned in pain, trying to hold your own foot. "I'm sorry." he said, smiling. He gave a little kiss on the top of your foot, dragging the palm of his hand over that area. "I'm sorry." he said once more and the pain dissipated.

When the game was over, Matt went to bed and said goodnight to you, after all, he would wake up very early in the morning. You fell asleep on the couch, too tired to go upstairs. All you wanted was for Matt to pick you up, give you lots of kisses and lie down next to you. It was a cozy fantasy.

On Monday morning, Matt woke up disoriented, wanting just five more minutes of sleep. Ready for work, he went downstairs and saw your sleepy figure on the couch. If he had been brave enough, he would have picked you up and carried you to your comfortable bed. He observed every detail of your face and how soft your lips looked. He wanted to linger with you, to know what pleased you in bed, in which position you felt most receptive and vulnerable... Shit, it wasn't even ten o'clock in the morning!

Even if he was so deliberately provocative, he couldn't do this to you anymore. He wanted you in his arms, he wanted to make you his woman, his lover, his wife, whatever it was, it was meant to be! But how could he explain it to you? Explain it to his girlfriend? It filled his heart with guilt.

He spent the whole day determined that when he saw you, he would have to talk to you. The confusion was indeterminate but the pain was permanent.

── .✦

Late in the afternoon, after a long stressful day, Matt returned home. Everything was silent as always, but something seemed strange. He climbed the stairs slowly, hearing low whimpers coming from the bathroom. Fuck, that... no, that wasn't what he was thinking... you were crying in anguish.

Matt looked at you through the crack in the door, without having a perceptible view of your entire body, which was naked in the bathtub, but when he opened it a little more, your bruised image was revealed to him. Matt's eyes widened. You were sitting with your knees against your chest; green and purple bruises on your arms and shoulders, your face flushed, eyes and hands swollen...

"Oh my God. What happened?" you heard his worried voice. He knelt down next to the bathtub, held your face with both hands, making you drag your body to hug him and cry on his shoulder. He pressed your bare back with his warm hands, feeling your thick tears wet his shirt, but it didn't matter. "Tell me, please!" he asked once more, feeling his heart heavy.

"I-I, I-I. I'm sorry." A suffocating pain took over your words. Your throat closed and incessant sobs were present every time you tried to speak. "It's okay, it's okay, shhh" Matt tried to calm you down, gently running his hand over your back. He pulled away from you. "Who did this to you, my love." he asked, looking firmly into your eyes.

Matt was desperate and angry, creating several scenarios about what could have happened.

You already had the answer stuck in your throat. It wasn't that you didn't want to say it, you just couldn't.

Your hair was completely messed up and your body was shaking with pain. Matt traced your face with his fingers, moving the strands away so your face was more visible to him. He touched your cheek with his hand and you allowed yourself to place yours against his, loving the softness.

Matt wanted to take care of you.

He looked at you for a few more seconds and got up to place a kiss on your forehead and you melted. He knew he wanted it and so did you. Your body stopped shaking when Matt caressed your arms and planted kisses on both of your closed eyes and finally kissed you soothingly very close to your mouth. He pulled away and you sighed at wanting that so quickly, and finally, he kissed your lips.

It was a soft kiss. It was a healing kiss.

His lips were slow against yours. He breathed heavily as he pulled away from you. "We shouldn't have, I-I..." he mumbled, even though he knew he had started the incident.

You looked like you were about to cry. Matt was everything you wanted and that kiss was so welcoming, you needed more...

"Please." you managed to say, kneeling painfully against the cold floor of the bathtub. Now Matt could see your entire body. He observed your prominent breasts with drops of water on your smooth skin, going down to your abdomen, your intimacy...

Matt didn't want to feel aroused at that moment. It felt wrong. He just wanted to take care of you, to make you feel good.

"Please, touch me." you begged once more, leaving urgent kisses on his lips and putting his hand on your hip, eager for him to touch you. You dragged your hand from your belly to your V line, circling the spot and Matt shivered disconcertingly.

Matt looked away from you and stood up quickly. You almost cried thinking that he would leave you there, humiliated, but he didn't. He lifted you up so that you were standing and surprisingly picked you up, not caring about getting wet, and took you to the bedroom.

Matt laid you down on the silk sheets, weaving kisses across your belly, moving up to your tits, your neck and finally finding your mouth once more. You lifted yourself up with your own arms, not stopping the kiss, inventing positions, making Matt stay underneath. Now you had your intimacy against his covered cock, rubbing yourself deliciously. "Listen to me, listen to me..." he whispered during the kiss. "I want this, I really do, but I don't want to hurt you..." That was a lie, he could never hurt you, you know it! He ran his hands down your arms and then gave lingering kisses to your bruised knuckles. "So tell me the truth. Did your asshole boyfriend do this to you?"

That was the first thing Matt thought when he saw you, but he wanted to hear the answer coming out of your mouth.

You shook your head slowly and Matt looked away, furious. He clicked his tongue on the roof of his mouth, trying to focus only on the present moment, on you.

"I want you, Matt. I've always wanted to..." you whispered in his ear, unable to hold back the urge to rub yourself against him, stimulating him. "Please, do something." You took his hand and placed it on your exposed pussy, and he slowly moved his fingers to your begging clit, persuasive. His wet lips moving to the curve of your neck, his soft moans in your ear and his warm hand squeezing your ass...

You took off Matt's shirt, finally feeling the heat of his body. Having his tongue against yours, his hand trailing all over your body; your belly, your protruding breasts; pinching your nipples. He lifted your body easily, taking his hard and aching cock out of his pants, unable to bear the tense stimulation, he positioned the full tip full of pre-cum against your wet entrance. You whimpered at the pressure, loving being stretched open by his delicious size. Matt was being careful. He was so in awe. He grabbed your hips, pulling them down, thrusting harder and harder into you. You let distant moans escape your pink mouth. "Shhh, baby." he whispered, feeling the softness of your wet walls squeezing him so readily.

Matt silenced your moans with his mouth. His thrusts were slow, his touch was constant, holding your hips against his. Matt felt the assiduous hardness of your movements against him. Although he wanted to linger inside you, your excitement wanted more.

Matt couldn't help but open his mouth to moan loudly as you sat against him tightly. He loved the throbbing present in his dick as your pussy squeezed him. "Um, fuck." He moaned, pinching one of your nipples.

"You take me so good." he grunted. "I've waited so long to have you. You don't know how much..."

Matt couldn't contain his exactness any longer. The frantic feeling took over him. He thrust fast against you. It felt so good. The pressure your pussy felt against him made him sick and lustful.

You leaned on one of his legs, increasing your movements and he did the same against you. This was the paradise you had always imagined. He fucked you the way you imagined. It was wet, permissive and intoxicating.

His eyes were blinded by pleasure. His hands were firm on your body and you wanted all that liveliness to last forever.

It was that, that longing feeling, that had been churning for so long in your chest that you finally had it for yourself.

Matt pulled your breast against his mouth and you felt his soft tongue on your nipple, not stopping his thrusts. He moved his lips to the other breast, having one hand against your back, loving being stimulated more.

When Matt hit you, you felt a tingling sensation take over your entire body. You cried out, biting your lip as your brows furrowed at him. "This is it, right?" you nodded, holding your breath with each thrust. "Feels good, doesn't it!?" Matt teased, feeling the same amount of pleasure as you. "Hmm?"

At that moment, both of you no longer knew what you were saying, drunk on the imminent climax.

Matt continued to tease you with dirty words. He held your breast, saying: "I've waited so long to put it in this tight little pussy. Always wanting to show off for me, aren't you, love!?" you moaned in agreement, increasing the speed of your thrusts. Matt realized how those words affected you and that made him more and more urgent. "Always wanting to cum for daddy, right? Always being so good for daddy, aren't you?" Matt gave you a dark and naughty look that you had never seen before and those words made you delirious.

You came intensely, screaming loudly when Matt persisted his movements until he reached his own pleasure. He came right after you.

You fell against his shoulder, breathing heavily, trying to keep yourself steady. Mat had a smile on his lips.

All the guilt, persecution and ardor you had ever felt dissipated in that moment. He had you in his arms as he had always wanted. He made it his and you had never been happier.

"I'm going to kill the motherfucker who did this to you." he whispered in your ear, breathless, referring to the bruises on your arms.

"Would you do this for me?" you asked breathlessly, really wanting it to be done.

Matt pulled your head away, held your face in his hands and looked you intently deep into your pupils.

"I would do anything for you!"

[faithlia]

𖹭 Perfect Now 𖹭

summary: Chris is your husband trying to make you feel good about yourself.

˚୨୧ fluff

warnings: insecurities.

Shit. Why did everything have to be so... so... Ugh.

You looked at yourself in the bathroom mirror, while Chris was lying relaxed on the bed watching Sponge Bob.

"Hey, baby, what do you think about our Halloween costume for the party? I think you'd look great as Sandy," he joked, not taking his eyes off the TV.

You let out a high-pitched scream, stressed. You huffed and stomped your foot on the floor like a nervous teenager, wanting to break everything around you and rip your own face off.

You felt sad, ugly and stupid. Your face started to turn red and warm tears fell down your cheeks.

Chris noticed your frustration."What happened, baby?" he looked away to the side, watching your figure standing in the shared bathroom of the room. Chris looked at you worriedly.

This was so stupid, I mean, you were already a married woman, and even though you were beautiful and hot and often felt incredibly beautiful and hot, sometimes - and many times - you felt like a piece of shit.

You started to cry and sob looking at your reflection in the mirror.

"C'mon, kitty, come here." Chris turned off the TV and sat on the edge of the bed, watching your tired image slowly walk towards him. He pulled your waist with his hands and gave a short kiss on your belly covered by the shirt - his shirt. "What's going on, huh?"

Chris made you sit on one of his thighs, while he wiped your stained cheeks.

"It's nothing." you looked away. He looked at you confused, frowning and asked once again what was going on.

You sighed heavily, fidgeting on his thigh and looking at your own hands. "It's just that I feel so ugly and stupid... I don't know, I just wanted to be beautiful and I wanted my body to be different and, fuck, why are my boobs like that? And my stomach can't be the way I want it to be?" you grumbled and started to hate how pathetic those words sounded coming out of your mouth.

There were so many things to say that it was suffocating.

Chris took a deep breath and gave you a chaste kiss on the lips. "Kitty, what are you talking about? You're beautiful and.." you interrupted Chris, frustrated.

"But I'm not now and I wasn't yesterday, and tomorrow I'll still be like this. I wish I was different! I hate being ugly, I hate these stupid stretch marks, I hate these scars all over my body, I hate the shape of my breasts, I-

"Oh yeah, look how ugly you are!" Chris mocked you sarcastically.

Chris thought you were intensely beautiful and couldn't stand hearing those words about the amazing girl he loved so much, but he couldn't resist teasing you.

"Ugh, Chris. I hate you." you tried to get up from his lap but Chris pulled you against the bed, getting into a spoon position, pressing your body against his. "Chris, get off of me. Seriously!"

"But I love love love you." he left several kisses all over your face, even though you were trying to get rid of him at all costs. "Chris, let me go!" you ordered once more, irritated. "Only if you stop with this nonsense." your eyes rolled back.

It wasn't nonsense!

You were hurt and felt your heart weigh down and tears fall again.

"I'm sorry, baby. Would you like to talk more about it, huh?" he asked suggestively in your ear, caressing your waist.

"It's only a matter of time until you leave me for a slimmer and prettier girl who doesn't have these scars." you whined, mulling over your choice of words.

"Okay, now you're being ridiculous." Chris said, turning your body to face him. He rested his head on his hand, while running the other over your bare thigh. "Kitty, you are beautiful, you are! and I love you and I always will..." you started to calm down with your husband's kind words until: "Besides, I would never marry an ugly person!" he exclaimed, clearly joking, but it made you even more angry.

You got out of bed and slammed the bathroom door loudly.

Chris rolled his eyes, knowing he had said something stupid. He couldn't help but make jokes even at times like these. But he certainly wanted to make his wife feel happy with herself.

"Honey, it was a joke!" he knocked on the door, failing to enter the room. Chris let out an awkward laugh. "Kitty, c'mon. Open the door, please."

Chris tried to hear what was going on inside but you were silent, trying to find a way to not feel so stupid and end this exhausting situation.

For two minutes Chris was completely silent. "I need to pee!" Chris's voice was low. He remained silent, waiting for an answer from you. "Seriously, if you don't let me in I'm going to have to pee on your plant."

Next to your side of the bed, there was a pot of Dandelions that you liked so much. Chris thought it was a bit ugly for the room's decoration and whenever he could, he would make jokes about ruining your plant.

You opened the door at the same time, still annoyed. Chris entered the bathroom with a chuckle: "Oh, you always fall for that."

He walked over to you and immediately hugged you from behind. "I'm sorry, I'm an idiot." he started kissing your neck, moving your body with his - almost as if you were dancing.

Your face was dejected, closed in a frown and Chris tried to cheer you up by saying: "Tell me what you want, huh? Do you want some candy or pizza?" he asked against your neck.

"No!" you grumbled, your voice full of anger.

"Do you waant a massage?" He rested his chin on your shoulder, watching your reflection with your head down in the mirror.

Once again, you denied it.

Chris found you so captivating, so beautiful, and he didn't have enough words to show you how perfect you were. His heart broke every time he saw you sad. He wanted to be able to end all your insecurities and kiss away all your inner wounds. He made a promise before God and the State that he would always take care of you and do everything possible to make you happy, and he would fulfill that forever.

"Do you waant to go out for dinner, to Carnival or to the Cinema?" he asked once more, not caring about your previous negative answers. "Or all at once?"

"No, Chris, no!" you exclaimed, impatient.

"Okay, okay!" he chuckled, dragging his hands gently around your waist and whispering hoarsely in your ear: "Do you want to make love, hmm? You want me to touch your-" Chris felt a slap on the head. "Ouch, right." he complained, tightening the hug.

"Baby, seriously, look at you!" he lifted your chin so you could look at yourself. "You're so beautiful, so perfect and you have no fucking idea how hot you are! I love everything about you. I don't give a damn about your scars or stretch marks because they're beautiful and small details compared to all the other perfect things about you, my love. I must be the luckiest guy in the world to have married the most beautiful, smart, funny and delicious girl..." you bit your lip, trying not to crack a happy smile. "And if you ever leave me for some idiot, he'll be the luckiest guy in the world too."

"I would never trade you, you're the only idiot I can stand." You stated and Chris laughed, giving you a little kiss on the shoulder.

He moved his hands behind you, gently trailing them over your waist and tummy, caressing you. "And about your belly? girl, please, I mean, that body is tea!"

You couldn't hold back the laugh and let it out and Chris loved making you laugh.

"Chris, stop." you ordered, biting your lip.

"And you know very well that I prefer your ass." he gave you a hot slap on the butt and you screamed in surprise. "...but I love those tits so much, they're beautiful, perfect and fucking delicious to put in my mouth. I would spend hours and hours sucking on them." Chris squeezed your breasts under your shirt, lightly biting the skin on your neck. He pinched your nipples between his fingers and you loved the pressure he made, feeling slightly aroused.

"Stop." you ordered, even though your request was silent.

Chris stopped his movements and turned your body, he held your blushing face and assured you: "I love you more than you could ever imagine, kitty. And I can assure you, with all the certainty in the world, that you are the most beautiful and irresistible woman I have ever seen. I will always want to praise you and touch you in this way, because I am so fucking in love with you, princess, but my heart breaks when I see you so sad. You deserve all the happiness in the world and, fuck, I would go anywhere and everywhere possible to be able to find what you need.

Chris's eyes were full of tears and you had tears streaming down your skin, but this time, they were tears of happiness.

You smiled at him and gave him a passionate kiss. Chris asked during the kiss: "Will you marry me?"

Even though you had been married for so long, Chris always made sure to ask you this. You answered yes against his lips and were picked up like a true bride.

"What do you think about having your honeymoon now?" he asked you, walking to the bed and you smiled passionately, being absolutely certain that you would love that man forever.

The End

[faithlia]

i wanna be that elefant

[aniesvision]

hi sweetheart! would you write mads x f!reader decorating for christmas? love ur writing sm btw

୨୧ 𝒀𝒐𝒖'𝒓𝒆 𝒎𝒚 𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒕- 𝑴𝒂𝒅𝒊𝒔𝒐𝒏 𝑩𝒆𝒆𝒓

𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜: 𝒃𝒍𝒖𝒓𝒃, 𝒇𝒍𝒖𝒇𝒇, 𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒃𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒉𝒆𝒅 𝒓𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑, 𝒔𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒍𝒚 𝒔𝒖𝒈𝒈𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒗𝒆

𝚊/𝚗: 𝒕𝒚 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒔𝒕! 𝑰 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒍𝒐𝒕𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒓𝒆𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒅𝒐 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒊 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒆 𝒊'𝒍𝒍 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒖𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒑𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 ☆ 𝒎𝒆𝒓𝒓𝒚 𝒄𝒉𝒓𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒎𝒂𝒔 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚𝒐𝒏𝒆 ♡︎ 𝒆𝒏𝒈𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒉 𝒊𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒎𝒚 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒔𝒕 𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒖𝒂𝒈𝒆!!

𝚜𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚢: 𝒅𝒆𝒄𝒐𝒓𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂 𝒄𝒉𝒓𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒎𝒂𝒔 𝒕𝒓𝒆𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒈𝒇

🎀🎀🎀

-Okay, a little bit to the left. -I say, watching Mads place the final star on our christmas tree.

When it was in the right spot, I smiled, gave her a thumbs-up, and helped her jump out of the couch. She took a few steps back and jumped in excitement.

-It looks so pretty!

I giggle at her, nodding in agreement and wrapping my arms around her waist.

-Almost as pretty as you. -I kiss her cheek, making her blush slightly.

I love seeing how I still can make her blush.

-You're corny. -She hugs me, resting her head on my shoulder.

-You love it.

We separated to light up the tree and make sure all the other decorations were in order. It was the first time we were going to celebrate the holiday together, and we wanted to keep it simple. We called a few close friends to dinner and were just going to enjoy each other's presence for the rest of the night.

She decided to go change and I took the opportunity to get the presents I bought her and spread them under the tree, waiting for her to come back on the couch, pretending nothing happened.

-I'm readyy. -She steps into the room, with a singing voice, gasping when she sees the amount of decorated boxes under the tree that weren't there just minutes ago.

-You didn't! -She places each hand on her hips, looking at me with her head tilted to the side and narrowed eyes.

-Huh, how strange, I think someone broke into our house and left you presents. -I joke, walking to her with a smile.

-Baby, we said no presents! That's not fair, I didn't buy you anything. -She pouts, wrapping her arms around my waist.

-I know, but you deserve it. And I don't need any presents, you're already the best gift the universe could give me, I don't need anything else.

She smiles, pecking my lips and hugging me tightly.

-I love you, I'll give you something later.

I giggle, pulling away from her and smacking her ass playfully.

-I can't refuse that.

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