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[freshl6ve]

𝐂𝐇𝐑𝐈𝐒.𝐒 | 𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄

NSFW!! | 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑─𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐊

₊⊹⁀➴ : While Chris and Matt Sturniolo are live streaming, Chris starts getting playful and teasing messages from Y/N, who is just downstairs in his room. The messages grow increasingly flirtatious until Y/N finally tells Chris to come downstairs. Intrigued and eager, Chris leaves Matt and heads to his room, where he is greeted by Y/N for a private and intimate encounter.

𝐀 𝐅𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐇𝐋𝟔𝐕𝐄 𝐎𝐍𝐄-𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐓 𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐋

˚⊱🦌⊰˚ : 𝐈 𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐨𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐩𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐞, watching as Matt and Chris banter and play games on the screen. I'm lying on Chris' bed, patiently waiting for them to wrap up their stream so I can have him all to myself. The room is dimly lit and the soft scent of Chris' cologne hangs in the air. I prop myself up on my elbow and continue to watch the screen, feeling a tingle of excitement at the thought of having some alone time with Chris soon.

The chat continues to fly by, filled with messages from fans and Chris' and Matt's reactions to them. As I watch the screen, I can't help but notice how good Chris looks, even through the pixilated video feed. His hair falls into his eyes as he laughs and his voice has a certain huskiness that I can't help but find sexy.

I switch from the twitch app to my messages, opening up Chris's chat. A smile spreads across my lips as I type out a message: “you look really good in black you know.”

I hit send and wait, feeling a flutter of anticipation. This live stream has been going on for a while now and I know Chris usually checks his phone during it.

I watch intently as Chris grabs his phone, undoubtedly to check for any new notifications. His eyes widen slightly as he sees the message from me, and a sly smile curves across his lips.

It's clear that he is trying to hold back a reaction for the livestream. His eyes dart around the room quickly, checking to see if Matt is paying attention.

I watch as Chris' fingers move quickly over the screen of his phone, typing out his reply: “you watching the live?”

He shoots a quick glance at the camera, making sure his facial expressions are in check. The subtle smirk on his lips betrays him though, revealing that he's excited to be texting me while on camera.

I quickly type back, my fingers moving almost as fast as my heartbeat: “yeah. you look good”

As I send the message, I can see Chris read it on the screen. He keeps his expression neutral, but I know he's feeling a rush of excitement.

My heart beats faster as an idea pops into my head. I decide to have a little fun with Chris, and type out a new message.

“can't stop thinking about you”

I hit send and watch, wondering how he'll respond with Matt right there next to him.

I can see the moment Chris reads my message. His eyes widen slightly and his lips part in surprise. He glances up at the camera, making sure that his expression doesn't give away what he's feeling.

He quickly types out a response, trying to keep it casual: “is that so?”

I grin as I type out a bold reply, feeling a rush of excitement at messing with Chris on camera.

“yeah, watching you right now is making me want to do things”

I send the message and watch as Chris reads it. His eyes widen, clearly surprised by my forwardness while he's on camera.

I watch as Chris reads my message, a mix of excitement and frustration playing across his handsome face. He quickly types out a message back, trying to maintain his cool.

“don't do this to me y/n”

He glances up at the camera, making sure his expression doesn't betray the effect my message is having on him.

I smirk as I read Chris' reply, feeling empowered by the effect I'm having on him. I type out another message, upping the ante even further:

“can't help but think of all the things I'd let you do to me rn”

I hit send and watch as Chris' eyes widen even more, his cheeks flushing a deeper shade of red.

Chris reads my message and lets out a low chuckle, clearly torn between wanting to respond to my flirting and having to keep up appearances on camera.

“behave yourself” he types back, his fingers flying over the keypad.

He glances up at the camera, realizing how close he is to losing his composure.

I grin as I see Chris' response. He's clearly struggling to keep his cool, but he's determined to maintain his public persona.

I can't resist sending one more message, determined to push him further:

“make me”

Chris reads my message and let's out a slow exhale, clearly struggling to keep his cool. It's clear that he's growing more turned on, but he's determined to maintain his composure with the livestream going on. His fingers fly over the keypad as he typess his response:

“you know I would, but I can't right now”

I can see the internal battle playing out across his face, his desire for me warring with his sense of responsibility to Matt and the stream.

I bite my lip as I start to type out a response, feeling a delicious sense of power over Chris.

“can't stop thinking about your lips on my skin”

I send the message and watch as Chris' eyes widen further, his composure starting to slip. His cheeks redden and his breaths become more shallow as he reads my message. He glances up at the camera again, hoping that his expression isn't betraying the effect I'm having on him.

I'm feeling bold now, knowing that I have Chris completely at my mercy. I type out another message, this one even more explicit than the last:

“imagining your hands all over me, touching me everywhere”

I hit send and watch as Chris' mouth falls open slightly, his eyes locked on the screen. He can't believe that I'm sending him these texts right now, with Matt sitting right next to him.

Matt suddenly pipes up, noticing that Chris is still staring at his phone. “Chris, get off your phone!”

Chris starts, looking up at Matt with a guilty expression. He quickly closes his phone and sets it aside, clearly embarrassed at getting caught by his brother.

He shoots a quick glance at the camera, a mix of frustration and desire in his eyes. He knows that I'm still able to see him through the screen.

Even though Chris isn't looking at his phone anymore, it keeps on vibrating in his pocket. With each buzz, he seems to grow more fidgety, clearly distracted by the dirty messages I'm sending him.

I can tell he's torn between wanting to read my messages and wanting to pay attention to the stream. I continue to send him text after text, describing in excruciating detail the things I want him to do to me. Every word feels like a challenge, testing his willpower and his commitment to staying on the stream.

As the stream goes on, Chris can't take it anymore. He reaches for his phone in his pocket and reads my most recent message:

“leave Matt and come downstairs for a bit please? I need you. now”

He reads the message, a mixture of desire and hesitation flashing across his face. He glances up at Matt, who is still focused on streaming, then back down at his phone. He doesn't want to just abandon the stream, but the lure of being with me is too strong.

Chris gets up and leans in close to Matt's ear, his voice dropping to a velvety whisper.

“I'll be right back.”

The viewers in the live chat go wild, clearly eager to see what's going to happen. Even Matt looks a little taken aback by Chris' tone.

Chris turns and walks out of Matt's room, making his way downstairs to his room. His steps are quick and purposeful, driven by the desire to be with me.

I look up from my phone as Chris enters the room, a smile spreading across my face at the sight of him. He looks flushed and flustered, his eyes darkened with desire. He closes the door behind him, shutting out the rest of the world and leaving us alone together.

Chris strides over to the bed and stands before me, his gaze burning with desire. He reaches down and cups my chin, tilting my face up towards him.

“You drive me crazy, you know that?” He murmurs, his voice low and husky.

Without another word, he pulls me into a deep and hot kiss, his lips claiming mine with a possessive intensity.

I moan softly as Chris kisses me, my body responding instantly to his touch. I wrap my arms around his neck, pulling him closer as our mouths move together in a passionate dance. I can feel the heat of his desire, the need that he's been holding back during the livestream, finally breaking free.

As we kiss, my hands start to wander. I slide my hand under the hem of Chris' shirt, feeling the warm, hard muscles of his stomach. He inhales deeply at my touch, his skin prickling with goosebumps.

I run my fingers up and down his skin, tracing the planes of his abdomen and feeling his heart race under my touch.

As I explore his body with my hands, Chris can't hold back any longer. He takes control, gently pushing me back onto the bed and pinning me beneath him.

His body covers mine, his weight pressing me into the mattress. He gazes down at me, his eyes smoldering with desire.

Chris gazes down at me, a wicked smile playing on his lips.

“You just couldn't wait after the stream, could you?” He asks, his voice dripping with desire. “You just had to pull me away.”

He leans down and starts to trail kisses along my neck, his lips and tongue teasing my skin.

Chris kisses his way down my neck and pauses to murmur into my ear.

“Think about all the Chris girls on that live that can't see me right now because you wanted me here, with you, like this,” he says, his voice husky and seductive. He nips at my earlobe, making me shudder in response.

Chris pulls back slightly and looks down at me, his eyes dark with desire. “Now I'm gonna give you what you wanted,” he whispers, “and you better stay quiet.”

He leans in and captures my mouth in another deep kiss, silencing any protests or moans that might escape me.

I kiss him back, unable to resist the pull of his lips on mine. My body is already thrumming with desire, every inch of me desperate for his touch.

His hands roam over my body, caressing and teasing, leaving trails of heat wherever he touches. I arch up into him, wanting more, needing more.

“You're so beautiful,” Chris murmurs against my mouth, his lips moving over my jaw and down my neck. “So perfect.”

His hands find the hem of my shirt and start to tug it upwards, his fingers skimming over my skin as he exposes more and more of me.

I shiver under his touch, the feel of his hands on my skin sending shivers down my spine. I lift my arms willingly as he pulls my shirt over my head, leaving my upper body bare.

He gazes down at me with something like worship in his eyes, his hands smoothing over my skin as if he's memorising the feel of me.

Chris leans down and starts to kiss and nip at my jaw, his lips trailing down my neck and to my collarbone. He sucks at the sensitive skin, leaving behind little love bites that make me gasp and moan.

His hands continue their exploration, caressing my skin and leaving a trail of fire wherever they go. As he reaches my chest, he pauses, looking up at me with a devilish grin.

I let out a whimper as Chris kisses his way down my chest, his tongue tracing a path over my sensitive skin.

“Chris,” I whisper, my voice almost a moan. “Please.”

He looks up at me, his eyes dark with desire. He knows what I'm asking for, what I'm begging for, and he's in no hurry to give it to me.

“Patience,” he murmurs, his breath hot against my skin. “I know what you want, but I'm going to make you wait for it.”

He continues his exploration, his hands and lips caressing and teasing everywhere but the places I crave his touch the most.

I writhe beneath him, desperate for some kind of release. Every touch of his mouth, every drag of his fingers, is like a sweet torture, building the tension coiled deep inside me until I feel like I might explode.

“Chris, please,” I gasp, my voice ragged with need. “I can't take it anymore.”

He lifts his head and looks down at me, a smirk playing on his lips. He knows how desperate I am, how helpless beneath his touch I've become.

Chris leans back, his gaze traveling down my body to where my sweatpants and underwear sit on my hips. He reaches out and hooks his fingers into my waistband, his eyes fixed on mine.

“Lift up,” he instructs, his voice rough with desire. “Up.”

I shiver as his hands move over my skin, the cool air hitting me as my clothes are removed. I lie bare before him, completely at his mercy.

Chris's eyes roam over my body, taking in every inch of me. He looks like he wants to devour me, but he's holding himself back, determined to savor every moment.

He leans down once more, his lips and tongue trailing over my skin, leaving a path of fire in their wake. His hands move over my hips, gripping me tightly as he moves his mouth lower and lower, towards the place where I need him the most.

Chris's lips move from my stomach to my thighs, his mouth hot and wet against my skin. He nips and sucks at the sensitive flesh, leaving behind marks that I know will be there tomorrow.

Chris eagerly obliges, spreading my legs apart and burying his face between my thighs. His tongue expertly works on my most sensitive areas, eliciting moans and gasps from me. The heat in my body continues to build as the pleasure consumes me.

His fingers join his mouth, slowly pushing into me as his tongue swirls around my core. The dual sensation is almost too much to bear, and I find myself writhing beneath him, my hands gripping his hair tightly. The pressure inside me grows, coiling like a spring ready to snap.

“Oh god, Chris! Oh fuck!” I moan loudly, my voice echoing through the room as the pleasure becomes unbearable. My back arches off the bed, pushing my hips against his face as he eats me out with reckless abandon.

Chris pulls back just enough to speak, his voice barely above a whisper. “Shh, baby. Keep it down.” His fingers continue to work their magic inside me as he returns his mouth to my clit, silencing any further sounds I might make with his tongue.

I hold onto his hair tightly, my fingers tangled in the strands as I struggle to keep quiet. The pressure in my body builds to a breaking point, my thighs trembling against his ears as he eats me out. I bite my lip, trying to stifle my moans, but it's no use.

As I get closer to the edge, my thighs involuntarily clamp shut around his head. Chris simply grips my thighs firmer, his strong hands prying them apart once more. He lifts his head just enough to growl, “Keep them open for me,”

My heart races at his command, and I immediately comply. Chris's tongue returns to my clit, now wetter than ever. He teases me with every swipe of his tongue, driving me wild with pleasure. It's barely a minute before I'm on the brink again.

“Chris... Fuck...” I whimper, my voice strained. He knows I'm close. He grips my thighs harder, his fingers digging into my flesh as he intensifies his efforts. His fingers thrust inside me, curving upwards to hit that spot that makes my eyes roll back.

Chris lifts my legs and drapes them over his shoulders, opening me wider to him. With this new angle, his tongue and fingers delve even deeper, and I can't hold back any longer. My body convulses as a powerful wave of sensation washes over me. “Chris!”

My legs shake violently against his shoulders as my orgasm rips through me. Chris laps up my cream, devouring every last drop. He doesn't stop until I'm limp and spent, my thighs quivering like leaves in the wind. Finally, he pulls away, his face glistening with my juices.

Chris leans over me, his face inches from mine. He looks into my eyes with a mischievous glint, his breath warm against my lips. “You need to learn how to keep that pretty mouth of yours quiet,” he says, his voice low and commanding.

“Should I teach you how?”

I can't help myself. I reach up and pull Chris closer, our lips meeting in a passionate kiss. My tongue darts out, tracing his bottom lip before delving into his mouth. “Please,”

I break the kiss to look up at Chris, my hands trembling as I reach for the hem of his shirt. I slowly lift it up, revealing his toned abdomen and chest. His skin is warm to the touch as I carefully remove the shirt, letting it fall to the floor.

I reach out and help him, my fingers brushing against the soft fabric of his boxers as I pull them down. Chris steps out of them, standing before me in all his glory. His erect member stands tall, the tip glistening with precum. I swallow hard, my mouth watering at the sight.

Chris's voice is firm as he says, “On the floor, now.” I obey, sliding off the bed and onto my knees in front of him. He steps closer, his hand wrapping around his shaft as he begins to slowly stroke himself. “Open your mouth,” he commands.

I part my lips, my eyes fixed on his member as he guides it towards my mouth. He pushes the head past my lips, and I wrap my lips around the shaft, sucking gently as I look up at him. Chris groans, his hand still stroking himself as he watches me. “Good girl,”

He guides me, his hand on the back of my head as he slowly pushes more of his length into my mouth. I relax my jaw and take him deeper, the tip hitting the back of my throat. I gag a little but breathe through my nose and take more of him. “That's it, baby.”

Chris starts face-fucking me harder, his hands gripping my head as he holds me in place. I struggle to breathe, my nose pressed against his cock as he pounds my face. He pulls out just enough to growl, “Shut the fuck up,” before slamming back into my mouth.

Tears stream down my face as he silences me with his body, the sound of wet, gagging chokes filling the room. His pace quickens, his hips jackhammering as he hits the back of my throat over and over. “See how quiet you can be now?”

My eyes water, and spit dribbles down my chin as he ruthlessly face-fucks me. My arms flail, gripping his thighs for support as he destroys my mouth. The pressure in my head builds, and I feel lightheaded, but he doesn't stop. “Look at me,”

Chris hisses, his face contorted with pleasure as he stares down at me. I meet his gaze, tears clouding my vision as he continues to pound into my mouth. “So beautiful, taking it all so well. You're going to swallow every drop, understand?”

I nod, my nose pressed against his cock as he fucks my face brutally. He starts to thrust even harder, the head of his dick slamming against the back of my throat with each pump. I feel him swell, his balls tightening as he prepares to cum. “Fuck, I'm gonna—”

His body tenses for a moment before he erupts, the first spurt hitting the back of my throat. He groans, his entire body shuddering as he empties himself inside me. I struggle to swallow his cum, some escaping my lips and dribbling down my chin.

Chris slowly pulls out, his hand wiping the mess from my chin and smearing it across my lips. “Clean it up,” he growls, his eyes filled with satisfaction. I obediently lick my lips and suck his fingers clean, my gaze never leaving his face. “Good girl,” he praises.

Chris helps me back onto the bed, his hands gripping my thighs as he spreads my legs wide. He settles between them, his voice a low rumble in my ear. “Now, I'll give you what you wanted.”

“I'm going to fuck you so hard,” he whispers, his breath hot against my skin. “You won't need to drag me back down here for a second round. I'll fuck you into oblivion, and you'll be too fucking exhausted to move.”

Chris thrusts forward, his cock filling me to the hilt. I cry out in pleasure as he begins to piston in and out of me, each stroke more intense than the last. His fingers dig into my hips as he takes what he wants.

My entire body quivers with each thrust, my back arching off the bed as he pounds into me. Each stroke sends a wave of pleasure crashing through me, my eyes fluttering closed as I succumb to the overwhelming sensations.

“Oh God, Chris,” I pant. “Don't stop.” His lips quirk upward in a smirk as he continues to pump his hips. The head of his cock rubs against my g-spot with each thrust, sending me spiraling deeper into bliss.

Chris drives his entire length inside me, bottoming out as his hips meet mine. He leans forward, his hands braced on either side of my head as he hovers above my face. His thumb reaches down between our joined bodies, expertly rubbing my swollen bud. “Look at me,” he demands.

“Stop...can't take it,” I gasp, my fingers tightening around his forearm as he continues to toy with my overstimulated nub. Tears stream down my cheeks, mixing with the sweat that beads on my skin. “Shh, baby. You can take it,” Chris murmurs.

Kissing my neck gently, Chris never misses a beat while thrusting his hips into me. His fingers continue to tease around my clit as he whispers sweet nothings in my ear. Each circle of his fingertips brings me closer to the edge of pleasure.

Keeping his promise, Chris thrusts himself in and out of me with forceful passion. The headboard hits the wall as he picks up the pace. I cry out his name, digging my nails into his back as I feel every inch of him filling me completely.

Chris thrusts harder, panting heavily as he looks at me with a mix of lust and amusement. “Is this what you wanted? Wanted to be fucked like a slut who can't wait until I'm done interacting with my fans?” He growls.

“You couldn't wait, could you? Had to have me now,” Chris hisses, his voice thick with desire. “Well, baby, you're gonna get it. I'm gonna pound into you until you can't walk straight.” His hands grip my hips tightly as he continues to thrust into me.

Chris's hips slap against mine, our bodies slick with sweat. He fucks me like he promised, mercilessly and without restraint. His dirty talk only fuels my pleasure.

I moan as Chris pounds into me, my voice reverberating off the walls of the room. Suddenly, he covers my mouth with his hand, silencing me. His thrusts become even more relentless as he takes me hard and deep.

Tears of pleasure stream down my face as Chris fucks me with a ferocity that leaves me breathless. He's so deep, hitting spots inside me that I never knew existed. My entire body shakes with each powerful thrust, his hand still covering my mouth to muffle my cries.

“You like that?” Chris grunts, his eyes locked onto mine as he continues to pound into me. “Can't scream, can't beg for more. You're helpless beneath me, taking everything I give you.” He growls possessively, his hips moving like a piston.

I nod frantically, unable to speak with Chris's hand covering my mouth. My pussy clenches around his cock as he continues to thrust deeply into me, each stroke driving me closer and closer to the brink of ecstasy.

“Hopefully this teaches you patience,” Chris hisses, his hips slapping against mine. “Next time, you'll wait for me until I’m finished with whatever I’m doing, won't you?” His hand tightens over my mouth as he pounds into me harder, marking me as his. “Won't you?”

I whimper in agreement, my eyes rolling back as he continues to stretch and fill me. His face is inches from mine, his breath hot against my skin. “Good girl,” he praises darkly, his voice laced with dominance.

Chris removes his hand from my mouth, his arm wrapping around my waist to pull me even closer. I cling to his back, my fingers digging into his skin as he continues to thrust into me with brutal intensity. My cries of passion fill the room, mingling with the sound of our bodies colliding.

Chris reaches up and grabs both my wrists, pinning my arms above my head. Our intertwined fingers grip the sheets tightly as he continues to pound into me, his hips driving forward in a relentless rhythm. I'm helpless beneath him, completely at his mercy now. “Keep your hands there,”

he commands, his voice strained with exertion. I nod frantically, my hands remaining pinned above my head as he fucks me senseless. The position forces me to arch my back, pushing my breasts further into his chest with each thrust. The head of his dick slamming against my cervix with each thrust. The pressure builds in my core, signaling an impending orgasm, but Chris shows no signs of slowing down.

Chris leans down and kisses me passionately, his tongue sliding against mine in a dance that mirrors its lower half's rhythm. The dual sensation of his kiss and the punishing thrusts of his hips is almost too much to bear. I gasp into his mouth as the pressure in my core becomes unbearable.

Chris whispers against my lips, “Cum with me, baby.” The words send me over the edge, and my orgasm crashes over me like a wave. I scream into his mouth as my walls clench around his dick, squeezing him tight as the pleasure consumes me.

Chris leans his head against my shoulder, his breath hot against my skin. “You did so good, baby,” he praises softly, his voice laced with affection. He continues to thrust into me slowly, drawing out the last remnants of our shared pleasure. “So. Damn. Good.”

Chris slowly pulls out, and a flood of liquid trickles down onto his bedsheets. He looks at the mess with a satisfied smirk. “Look at what you did to my bed,” he chuckles. “I'll clean it up later.”

Chris walks to the bathroom and returns with a warm, damp rag. He gently cleans me off, his touch tender as he wipes away the evidence of our passion. “There you go,” he murmurs, tossing the soiled cloth aside. “All clean.”

Chris gets up and changes back into his clothes, his movements calm and relaxed. He sits back on the bed “I should probably go back up now,” he says, standing up again.

I pout, wrapping my arms around myself as he prepares to leave. “You have to go back up there?” I ask sadly, wishing he could stay with me instead of returning to the live stream with Matt. He walks back to the bed and leans down to kiss me softly.

“I'm sorry, baby. I promise I'll make it up to you later,” he whispers, his hand cupping my cheek. “Matt's probably wondering where I am.” He kisses me once more before straightening up and heading for the door. “Stay in bed.”

After one last lingering look at me, Chris turns and heads out of the room, shutting the door behind him.

He takes a moment to compose himself, then heads back upstairs to Matt's room, silently praying that his brother won't notice the change in his appearance or demeanor.

As he enters Matt's room, Chris does his best to act nonchalant, trying to conceal the fact that he was just with me.

Matt looks up as he enters, his expression curious. “Where were you?” he asks, raising an eyebrow.

Chris tries to act casual as he answers Matt's question, his mind still preoccupied bythoughts of what he just did with me.

“I was in the bathroom,” he replies, hoping that his voice doesn't betray his guilty conscience.

To cover his tracks, Chris decides to add a bit more detail to his story. “Then I got a bit hungry so I got a snack,” he says, hoping his excuses sound believable.

Chris sits back down in front of the camera, his mind still half-focused on me and the passion we'd just shared. He starts to read the chat, seeing that the viewers are all commenting on their excitement now that he's back.

He sees compliments and encouragement, everyone commenting on how they missed him and how glad they are that he's back.

He reads through the chat, replying to a few comments and trying to act casually while my scent still lingers on his clothes and skin.

It's hard to focus on the stream, his mind still consumed by thoughts of what just happened. But he tries his best to put on a good show for the viewers, laughing and joking with Matt like nothing unusual has happened.

Every so often, he glances up at the camera, wondering if anyone suspects how he's feeling. But the viewers are all too caught up in the stream to notice the slight flush of his cheeks or the way he keeps rubbing his neck.

I decide to join the live, curious to see how Chris is holding up after our earlier encounter.

As I watch the stream, I can see that Chris looks a little flushed and disheveled, his hair messier than usual and his clothes slightly askew. Despite this, he still looks incredibly attractive, the memory of our passionate moment written subtly across his face.

I watch the stream intently, my eyes fixed on Chris as rolls his head, his mouth falling open like if he was receiving head. Something about the sight of his exposed neck makes me shiver, and I can feel my desire starting to stir once more.

I quickly pull out my phone and type out a message: “god you look so good might have to go for a round two.”

After sending the message, I glance back up at the stream, watching as Chris's phone vibrates in his pocket. He reaches for it, pulling it out and seeing the notification from me.

His eyes widen in surprise, and he quickly scans the message, a knowing smirk playing on his lips. He looks back up at the camera, trying to maintain his composure as he reads my message again.

He takes a moment to respond, typing out a message quickly but discreetly. “Don't tempt me,” he writes, his thumb hovering over the send button for a moment before pressing it.

I can't resist teasing him a bit more as I text back, my fingers flying across the screen. “Maybe the Chris girls can wait another few minutes, your main Chris girl needs that Chris dick badly.”

After reading my latest message, Chris chuckles and shakes his head, trying to keep his expression neutral so as not to arouse suspicion from Matt or the viewers. He quickly types out a response.

“I'll be down in a few minutes after we're done streaming, be patient baby.”

He sends the message and then puts his phone away, his mind now fully focused on the stream and trying to get through the remainder of it without letting on how eager he is to be with me again.



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₊⊹⁀➴ : In the quiet of a sunlit morning, you wake up next to Chris, his peaceful breathing and tousled hair painting a serene picture. As he stirs slowly, a smile plays on his lips, and you can't help but admire the calm aura he radiates. The warmth of his presence you relish these precious moments before he heads off to film with his brothers. The simplicity of this morning, wrapped in shared comfort, becomes a cherished memory.

𝐀 𝐅𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐇𝐋𝟔𝐕𝐄 𝐎𝐍𝐄-𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐓 𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐋

˚⊱🦌⊰˚ : 𝐀𝐬 𝐈 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐜𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬, a smile plays on my lips as I notice Chris lying beside me, his peaceful breathing and tousled hair creating a picture of tranquility.

I realize that Chris will soon be leaving to film with Matt and Nick. Reluctantly, I reach for my phone on the bedside table to check the time.

I glance at the time on my phone— it's barely 8:30 in the morning, which means we have plenty of time to lounge in bed a little longer.

A wave of contentment washes over me as I realize we can steal these precious moments of leisurely relaxation. I set my phone down and turn towards Chris, admiring the way his calm aura envelopes the room.

As I turn to face Chris, I observe his sleeping position. He's lying on his stomach, holding his pillow in an embrace. The sight of him cuddled up to his pillow tugs at my heartstrings, and I can't help but find the gesture endearing. I notice how his hair, tousled from sleep, partially curtains his face, adding to his boyish charm.

The steady rise and fall of his breathing creates a calming rhythm, and I quietly watch as he finds comfort in his slumber. A sense of affection wells up inside me, and I carefully reach out to gently brush a strand of hair away from his face.

His features, softened by sleep, make him look younger, more vulnerable. I can't help but feel a tenderness swell up in my chest as I observe the way his eyelashes fan out against his cheeks. In this moment, he looks so peaceful, undisturbed by the world's chaos.

My gaze softens as I notice the faint sprinkle of freckles across his cheeks. They're like a constellation of stars, scattered delicately across his skin. I've always loved these tiny, sun-kissed marks that dusted his face, adding a unique charm to his handsome features. I gently brush my fingertips against a cluster of freckles, feeling the warmth of his skin beneath my touch.

The memories flood back— the countless times I've traced these freckles with my fingers, mapping out their intricate patterns. Their presence reminds me of the countless moments we've shared, the laughter, the quiet conversations, and the shared silences. Each freckle holds a story, a moment in time that we've enjoyed together.

I lean closer, tracing a few freckles with my lips, relishing the feeling of his skin against mine. It's a gentle gesture, filled with tenderness and affection. His freckles have become a part of the landscape of his face, a terrain I've grown to love and admire.

It's moments like these that I cherish the most— the quiet, intimate moments where I can observe him in his purest, most vulnerable state. His freckles, a natural wonder, add a touch of enchantment to his already captivating presence. I gently run my fingers through his hair, feeling the soft strands slide between my fingers.

With affection swelling in my heart, I can't resist the urge to lean down and press a soft, gentle kiss against his lips. My lips brush against his in an expression of tenderness and love. There's no rush, no urgency— just a quiet moment of connection between us.

As I pull away from our tender kiss, I notice Chris stirring awake. His eyes flutter open, and a warm smile graces his features as he looks up at me.

“Good morning,” he murmurs, his voice still laced with sleep and a hint of affection.

I reach for his arm, lifting it and shifting closer to him in the soft embrace of his bed. I guide his arm around me, pulling his body closer to mine. His arm gently drapes over my shoulders, bringing us even closer.

I let out a contented sigh and nuzzle my head against his chest, feeling the steady rhythm of his heartbeat against my ear.

“Comfy?” he teases, his eyes crinkling at the corners with a lazy smile.

I nod into his chest, feeling the comfort of his proximity. “Mhm,” I mumble, my voice muffled against his skin. I let my fingers trace lazy patterns on his arm, relishing the feel of his warm skin beneath my touch.

He responds by tightening his hold on me, pulling me even closer. The feeling of his chest rising and falling with his steady breaths is soothing, the perfect lullaby to accompany our quiet morning.

“What time is it?” he asks, his voice still gravelly from sleep. “It's almost 9:00,” I reply, my voice slightly muffled against his chest.

As soon as I mention the time, he groans slightly and starts to sit up, admitting, “I should start getting up then.”

I, however, have other plans. I quickly grab onto his arm, yanking him back down to the bed with playful insistence. “No, stay,” I protest, looking up at him with a pout.

“Baby, I have to film today,” Chris says, attempting to reason with me.

I roll my eyes jokingly and retort, “Oh, come on, you know Matt and Nick won't even wake up until noon. You've got plenty of time.”

With a smirk, Chris props himself up on his arms and hovers over me, inching closer to my lips. His eyes sparkle with affection. “You make a compelling argument,” he concedes, his voice low and sultry.

He cups my face in one hand, his thumb tracing the contour of my cheekbone. Then, he leans in, closing the distance between us, and captures my lips in a deep, passionate kiss.

The kiss is electric, filled with longing and heat. Our lips move together in a dance that is both familiar and exhilarating. My heart races in my chest, and I reach up to wrap my arms around his neck, pulling him closer, wanting to feel his body against mine.

Chris breaks the kiss, pulling away slightly to catch his breath. He gazes down at me, taking in my flushed cheeks and slightly disheveled hair. A satisfied smile plays at his lips as he admires the sight before him.

“God... you're beautiful,” he murmurs, his voice a bit hoarse with desire.

After expressing his admiration, Chris leans in for a quick peck on my lips, his lips grazing against mine. It's a gentle and affectionate gesture, a silent affirmation of his feelings. As he pulls back, he looks into my eyes, a mixture of affection and desire swirling in his gaze.

“I could stay here all day and just look at you,” he whispers, his voice soft and filled with a hint of yearning. His fingertips trace the line of my jaw, his touch light and tinged with adoration.

In response to his tender words, my fingers automatically reach up to weave into the messy strands of his hair. It's a mindless, comforting gesture, like a natural instinct. I ruffle his already tousled locks, enjoying the softness and texture of his hair.

A sigh escapes Chris' lips as he leans into my touch, his eyes half-closing in contentment.

“You know I can't say no when you do that,” he murmurs, his voice low and velvety. The sound of his pleasure sends a shiver down my spine, and I continue to play with his hair, my fingers gently massaging his scalp.

I slide my hands down to the sides of his face, feeling the warmth of his skin under my fingertips. A mischievous smile plays on my lips as I softly tease, “I know. Why do you think I do it?”

Without giving him a chance to respond, I pull him in and press my lips against his, initiating a passionate and sweet, gentle kiss.

As our lips connect in the passionate kiss, I feel the upward curve of Chris' smile against mine. The corners of his mouth twitch, and his cheeks press against my hands, a silent affirmation of his happiness.

Our lips dance together in a familiar rhythm, the shared moment filled with tenderness and connection.

I pull away from the kiss, breaking contact between our lips, and meet Chris' gaze. His weight is still propped up on his arms, hovering over me with a mixture of desire and affection.

My eyes roam over his face, taking in his slightly flushed cheeks, the way his hair falls haphazardly over his forehead, and his lips, slightly parted and slightly swollen from our kiss. He looks utterly captivating, and a flutter of affection swells in my chest.

I bring my hand up to gently trace the outline of his cheek, feeling the warmth and firmness of his jaw. My fingertips brush over the faint stubble that dusts his skin, a gentle reminder of his lingering morning shadow.

“I don't want you to leave,” I murmur, the words slipping out unbidden. My voice is tinged with a hint of longing, echoing the sentiment that's been silently present in my mind all morning.

Chris looks down at me with a soft smile, his eyes filled with reassurance. “I'm right here, baby,” he says in a gentle voice. “You got me for another three hours and I'll be with you again once we're done filming.” His words soothe my worries, offering a temporary reprieve from the looming separation.

Chris nods, his expression earnest, and replies, “I promise, baby. But let's enjoy the time we have right here, right now.”

His hand cups my face, his thumb gently stroking my cheek. “No more worrying,” he adds with a gentle command.

Chris rewards my acquiescence with a sweet, quick peck on my lips. It's a simple but affectionate gesture, his lips barely touching mine but still sending a jolt of electricity through my body.

“Don’t think about anything else,” he husks, his voice carrying a hint of command. “Just us” he whispered.

As Chris looks down at me, a feeling of love and devotion washes over him. He admires the tender look in my eyes and the way my hair is messily fanned out on the pillow. In that moment, it's impossible for him to even imagine thinking of me in a purely sexual way.

“You're so beautiful,” he murmured, his gaze filled with a deep, affectionate sort of admiration. “And I adore you.”

To him, I am more than just a partner or a lover. I am the embodiment of comfort, trust, and emotional connection. The bond between us runs far deeper than physical attraction.

Chris' eyes soften even more as he looks at me, his words carrying a weight that's overflowing with love and vulnerability.

“You're my safe place,” he whispers, his voice thick with emotion. “When I'm with you, I feel like I can be completely myself. You see me for who I really am, flaws and all.”

He pauses, his hand still cradling my face, his thumb caressing my skin. “And I wouldn’t want it any other way. You're everything I could ever want and more.”

His words create a lump in my throat, and tears begin to prick at the corners of my eyes. Hearing him express the depth of his feelings so openly and tenderly, it's overwhelming. It's not just what he's saying, but the way he's looking at me— with a mixture of tenderness, vulnerability, and absolute devotion.

My voice is a soft whisper as I answer his heartfelt confession with my own.

“I love you, Chris,” I reply, my voice quivering with emotion. “More than anything in this world”

As I speak, I reach up to cup his face in both my hands, gently pulling him closer to me. Our foreheads touch, and I take a shaky breath, trying to compose myself.

Chris' response is immediate, his voice filled with unwavering conviction.

“I love you more,” he declares, his eyes locked onto mine. A small smile tugs at the corners of his lips as he takes in the sight of my tear-filled eyes.

His hand reaches up to touch my hair, gently pushing a strand behind my ear. “Loving you is the best thing I've ever done in my life,” he continues sincerely. “Every moment with you, I'm falling more and more in love.”

Our foreheads are still touching, our breath mingling in the space between us. Then, Chris moves his lips even closer, capturing mine in a tender kiss.

It's not a needy or demanding kiss, but a soft, lingering one. He takes his time, his lips moving against mine gently but firmly, expressing the depth of his emotions. His hand moves from my hair to touch my face, his fingertips tracing the line of my jaw as we kiss.

Chris pulls away, breaking the kiss gently. He then lays down on his side of the bed and carefully pulls me closer to him, encouraging me to rest my head on his bare chest. As I settle into place, my cheek resting against the warmth of his skin, I feel the steady rise and fall of his chest.

He wraps his arms around me, his hand moving in slow, soothing circles over my back. His touch is comforting, his hand rubbing my back in a steady rhythm, lulling me into a state of blissful contentment.

The silence of the room is broken only by the sound of his steady breathing. He continues to rub my back, his touch firm but gentle, silently expressing his care and concern for me.

I close my eyes, feeling the tiredness of the early morning finally starting to creep up on me. The rhythmic motion of his hand and the soothing sound of his breathing serve as a gentle lullaby, and I snuggle closer to him, feeling completely safe and loved in his arms.

⤹ ⊹ 𝐏 𝐓 . 𝟐 𝐒 𝐎 𝐎 𝐍 :) ୨୧ 🌱 ₊˚๑

[freshl6ve]

𝐂𝐇𝐑𝐈𝐒.𝐒 | 𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐒𝐄𝐀𝐓

NSFW!! | 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑─𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐊

₊⊹⁀➴ : At a crowded party, Y/N ends up sitting on Chris’s lap due to a lack of seating. Feeling overwhelmed by the closeness, Chris can no longer contain his feelings. He takes Y/N’s hand, and they slip away from the party together. Once in the car, they share a passionate, private moment away from the noise.

𝐀 𝐅𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐇𝐋𝟔𝐕𝐄 𝐎𝐍𝐄-𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐓 𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐋

˚⊱🦌⊰˚ : 𝐀𝐬 𝐈 𝐬𝐚𝐭 𝐨𝐧 𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬’𝐬 𝐥𝐚𝐩, I couldn’t help but feel a mix of excitement and nervousness. The closeness was both thrilling and overwhelming, and I could feel my heart pounding in my chest. Despite the crowded party around us, all my attention was fixed on the man who had just pulled me into his lap.

Chris’s hand was wrapped around mine, the heat of his touch sending a shiver up my spine, and he leaned in close to my ear. “Are you okay?” he asked, his low, gruff voice sending another wave of desire through me.

I took a deep breath, trying to steady myself. “Yeah,” I said, shifting a little in Chris’s lap. “The party is kind of boring, to be honest.”

Chris chuckled, his hand moving to rest on my waist. “And here I thought you were enjoying yourself,” he teased, his thumb rubbing soothing circles over my hip.

I felt my breath catch in my throat as Chris let out a soft moan, the sound sending a shockwave of desire through me. I couldn’t help but move a little more, just to hear that sound again, and Chris’s grip on my waist tightened.

“Careful,” he warned, his voice low and rough. “You’re playing a dangerous game, you know that?”

I chuckled, feeling a thrill of excitement at the hint of danger in Chris’s voice. “What, afraid you’re going to lose control?” I taunted, shifting again in his lap, this time deliberately pressing against him.

“Watch it,” he warned again, his voice a growl this time. “You keep doing that,” he added, his hand gripping my hip tightly, “and I won’t be able to hold back.”

I felt a shiver run down my spine, a wave of heat pooling in my stomach. “Maybe that’s what I want,” I breathed, leaning in closer to him. “Maybe I want you to lose control.”

I had always been a bit of a flirt with Chris, but I didn’t quite realize how my words and actions were affecting him. I was innocently unaware of the true impact I was having on him, simply going with the flow of our banter and conversation.

But as Chris pulled me closer, I began to feel a sense of uncertainty. The truth was, I had little experience in flirting, let alone anything more intimate.

But as I felt Chris’s hand on my waist, his thumb tracing circles over my skin, I couldn’t help but respond. I leaned into his touch, my body instinctively seeking his. The heat of his touch and the rough, gravelly sound of his voice were making me feel things I’d never felt before.

Chris suddenly stood, taking my hand firmly in his. “C’mon,” he said, his voice rough with suppressed desire. “Let’s get out of here.”

We left the party, hand in hand, and quickly made our way to Matt's car. Chris opened the back door, gesturing for me to get in. I slid into the backseat, my heart racing with anticipation. Chris followed me, closing the door behind him before he pulled me onto his lap.

The confined space of the car suddenly felt intimate and charged with tension. Chris’s body was pressed against mine, his hand once again on my hip, his touch possessive and sure. I felt a surge of heat and desire course through me, and I couldn’t help but melt against him, my body instinctively seeking his touch.

“You have no idea what you’re doing to me,” he whispered, his voice low and rough. “No idea how badly I want you right now.”

I let out a shaky breath, feeling suddenly overwhelmed by the raw desire in his voice. “Then take me,” I said, the words leaving my mouth before I could stop them. “Please, Chris. Make me yours.”

Chris let out a low growl, his hand tightening on my hip. “Be careful what you ask for,” he warned, his voice a rough whisper. “Once I take you, I won’t be able to stop.”

A flicker of nervousness shot through me, but it was quickly replaced by a surge of desire. “I don’t want you to stop,” I breathed, my body arching against his. “I want you, all of you.”

With a growl, Chris pulled me roughly into a kiss, his hand moving to the back of my head, fingers tangling in my hair. Our lips collided in a clash of desire and need, his tongue demanding entry into my mouth. I gasped, kissing him back with a fervor that surprised even me, my body molding to his as we embraced.

The kiss was intense, filled with a hunger and desperation that left me breathless. As Chris’s tongue tangled with mine, his hands roaming over my body, I felt something inside me awaken. A part of me that was innocent and untouched, but also eager and wanting. I found myself giving in to the sensations, losing bits of my innocence with every kiss and touch.

Chris broke the kiss, his lips trailing along my jawline and down my neck, leaving a trail of hot, open-mouthed kisses in their wake. I let out a soft moan, tilting my head back to give him better access, my body arching against him involuntarily. His teeth scraped gently against my skin, sending shivers of pleasure down my spine

As Chris continued to kiss and nibble at my neck, my hand instinctively moved to his hair, burying my fingers in the short locks. The sensation of his lips against my skin was sending waves of pleasure through me, and I couldn’t help but tug at his hair, pulling him even closer.

The sensations and emotions were overwhelming, and as Chris’s lips continued to explore my neck, I let out a soft whisper, unable to hold it in any longer. “Just... be gentle,” I breathed, my voice shaky with both pleasure and nervousness.

As I admitted my inexperience, I felt a wave of embarrassment crash over me, and I instinctively covered my face with my hands, unable to look at him. A small part of me was certain that this revelation would change everything, that Chris would probably not want to continue with someone so inexperienced.

Chris gently took my wrists, pulling my hands away from my face. I kept my eyes downcast, unable to meet his gaze, but I could hear the reassurance in his voice. “I’ll be gentle, don’t worry,” he said, his voice low and soothing. “Just tell me when to stop, okay?”

I nodded, still feeling a bit embarrassed but also reassured by Chris’s words. Before I could process anything else, he leaned forward, his lips capturing mine again in a gentle, tender kiss. His hand reached up, caressing my face, his touch soft and caring. It was a stark contrast to the intense passion of the previous kisses, and it left me feeling both vulnerable and adored.

Chris pulled back slightly, his lips still lightly touching mine. In a low, soothing voice, he whispered, “Just relax and let me be in control. You’ll be in good hands.” The words sent a shiver down my spine, both a reassurance and a promise at the same time.

Chris continued his kisses down my neck, his hands moving to the hem of my shirt, gently lifting it up and over my head, tossing it carelessly aside. I gasped as the cool air hit my skin, feeling suddenly exposed, but the heat in Chris’s gaze was reassuring.

Chris continued his descent down my body, his lips trailing kisses over my collarbone and down my chest, his hands gently exploring the newly exposed skin. The sensations were overwhelming, each touch sending shivers of pleasure through me, making me gasp and arch against him, silently begging for more.

Chris lingered over my shoulders, his lips mapping a path of feather-light kisses along the sensitive skin. With each kiss, he inhaled deeply, as if taking in my scent, savoring the moment. The intimacy of the gesture made my heart race and my body tingled under his touch.

As Chris continued to kiss my shoulders, I couldn’t help but reach up and bury my fingers in his hair once more. The texture of his short locks soothed me, grounding me in this moment. I gently tugged at the strands, pulling him closer, silently pleading for more.

The sensations were overwhelming, and I could feel my body responding to his touch, my skin growing sensitive and every nerve ending feeling like it was on fire. I had never experienced anything like this before, and I was helpless to the onslaught of pleasure.

Emboldened by the pleasure coursing through me, and the overwhelming desire to feel more of him, I reached for the hem of Chris’s shirt. My fingers trembled as I grasped the fabric, pulling it up and over his head, discarding it into the darkness of the car.

Once the shirt was gone, I let my hands roam over his bare chest, feeling the ridges and valleys of his muscles under my fingers. The heat of his skin against mine was unlike anything I’d ever experienced, and it only added fuel to the fire that was burning within me.

Unable to resist, I leaned in and pressed my lips to his jaw and the side of his neck, mimicking the kisses he had given to me just moments ago. His skin was warm, his stubble rubbing against my lips as I kissed and nipped at his skin.

Chris let out a low moan, his hands gripping my hips even tighter, his body reacting to my touch. It was clear that he was losing control, his composure slowly unraveling as I explored his neck and jawline.

My confidence growing with each of his reactions, I continued to kiss and nibble along his jaw and neck, my hands roaming over his chest, feeling the rapid beating of his heart beneath my fingertips. It was thrilling to know that I had this effect on him, and it only fueled my own desire.

As my lips and teeth continued their exploration of his neck, Chris let out a deep, guttural moan, the sound echoing in the confines of the car. The low, primal sound sent a shiver down my spine, and I felt him tilt his head back, offering me more access to his skin.

As my lips planted kisses along the sensitive skin of his throat, my ears caught the faint whisper of Chris's voice. “Y/N...” His voice was a low murmur, full of longing and heat.

I felt Chris's hand slowly make its way down my body, finding the hem of my pants and slipping his fingers beneath it. My breath hitched as his hand moved lower, and I could feel the warmth from his touch radiating through me.

His fingers brushed against my underwear, and I bit my lip to stifle a whimper. Chris's hand slid further, his fingers finding their way to my sensitive clit through the fabric. He gave it a gentle rub, and I felt my knees tremble as a wave of pleasure washed over me.

I couldn't help but let out a soft sigh as I felt Chris's fingers working their magic on me. My lips continued to explore the sensitive skin of his neck, leaving a trail of kisses as my hips began to rock gently against his hand.

As Chris's touch became more insistent, I buried my face against his neck to muffle my moans. The sensation of his fingers against my core, coupled with the warmth of his skin and the faint scent of his cologne, was driving me to the edge.

I could feel my breath hitching as Chris's fingers continued to move with purpose. My hips rocked faster against him, and my moans grew louder. I couldn't help but let out a low gasp as he slipped a finger inside me, drawing another wave of pleasure through my body.

“Fuck... Chris...” I whimpered, my voice barely a whisper against his ear. His hand moved with more urgency now, his fingers pumping in and out of me as his thumb circled my swollen nub. My hands gripped his shoulders tightly, nails digging into his flesh.

His long, skilled fingers curled inside me, reaching depths that made my breath hitch and my eyes flutter closed. I could feel my core tightening around him, drawing him in deeper as I got closer and closer to the edge. “Chris... it's too much... I can't...”

But Chris wasn't finished yet. He added a second finger, scissoring them inside me as his thumb continued to rub my clit. The sudden stretch and intrusion sent me over the edge, and I came hard against his hand, my body shaking with the intensity of my orgasm.

Chris slipped his hand out of my pants, lifting his glistening fingers to his mouth. He wrapped his lips around them, sucking my essence from his skin as he let out a low, satisfied hum. “You taste so good...”

His hands reached up to unhook my bra, baring my chest to his hungry gaze. He then helped me wiggle out of my pants and underwear, tossing them onto the car floor. His voice was hoarse with desire as he whispered, “I need you, now...”

I reached out and grabbed his belt, fumbling with the buckle as my hands trembled with anticipation. Finally, I managed to undo it and pull his pants open, helping him shove them down his thighs along with his boxers.

Chris took control of the situation. He grabbed my hips and pulled me closer, positioning himself at my entrance. His voice was husky as he whispered into my ear, “Are you sure you're ready for this?” I nodded, biting my lip in anticipation.

With slow, gentle movements, Chris eased into me, his strong arms wrapped around my back to support my weight. I gasped at the sensation, my fingers digging into his shoulders as he slowly filled me. “You're so tight...” he groaned, pausing to let me adjust.

After a few moments, I relaxed around him, my body growing used to the new sensation. I took a deep breath and nodded at him, wrapping my arms around his neck. With slow, deliberate movements, Chris began to thrust into me, his hips lifting off the seat as he pulled me down onto him.

I straddled his lap, my hands braced against his chest as he moved beneath me. The motion was intoxicating, his thick length stretching me in ways I never thought possible. I started to rock my hips, moving up and down on his lap as he continued to thrust from beneath.

Tears pricked at the corners of my eyes as the overwhelming pleasure became almost too much to bear. I buried my face in Chris's neck, my breath coming in short gasps as he gripped my hips and drove into me with more urgency. “Chris...”

“Look at me.” I lifted my head, meeting his gaze as he continued to move beneath me. “Breathe with me,” he instructed, taking slow, deep breaths to help guide me through the intense sensation.

“That's it, just like that,” he praised, his voice low and soothing. “You're doing so well, baby. You feel so good... Just a little more, okay?”

I nodded, my tears spilling over as I struggled to keep up with his breaths. Chris wrapped his arms around me, holding me close as he continued to move beneath me. “I've got you, I've got you,” he whispered, his words a soothing balm to my overwhelmed senses.

Chris's grip on my hips tightened, and he started to thrust up into me with more urgency. The car rocked with the force of our movements, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the small space. I clung to him, crying out as another wave of pleasure washed over me.

Chris looked up at me, his eyes locked on mine as I hovered above him. He reached up, his fingers brushing against my cheek before he pulled me down for a deep kiss. Our lips met in a frenzy, our tongues dancing together as the car continued to rock beneath us.

The windows of the car began to fog up, condensation building on the glass as the heat inside grew more intense. Chris's touch became firmer, his hands gripping my hips and thighs as he continued to drive into me with increasing urgency.

I reached out, pressing my hands against the foggy window as I held onto it for support. My fingers left a faint handprint on the glass, the condensation making it difficult to see outside. Chris's thrusts became more erratic, the car swerving slightly as he lost control for a moment.

I gasped as Chris's thrusts became more forceful, the sounds of our moans filling the small space of the car. The windows were completely fogged up now, the only light coming from the streetlights outside.

Chris's hands moved to my waist, lifting me up and slamming me back down on his lap with a loud thud. I wrapped my arms around his neck, burying my face in his shoulder as I screamed in ecstasy.

“Fuck Chris, yes! Right there!” I moaned, feeling the build-up of pleasure in my core. Chris grunted in response, gripping onto my hips as he thrust into me.

“You like that, baby?” Chris hissed, his voice hoarse with exertion. “Tell me you love it.” I nodded, my words spilling out in a breathless rush. “Yes, Chris, I love it! Please, more!”

Chris's hands tightened on my hips, his fingers digging into my flesh as he continued to thrust into me. The car shook with the force of our movements, the sound of our moans and the slapping of skin against skin filling the air.

“I'm close, Chris...” I gasped, my breaths coming in short, sharp pants. Chris grunted in response, his thrusts becoming erratic and forceful. Suddenly, we were both pushed over the edge.

With a final, powerful thrust, Chris buried his face in my neck and groaned loudly. I clung to him, my body convulsing with wave after wave of intense pleasure. The windows of the car were completely fogged up, the only sound the heavy pants of our breath.

I slumped against Chris, my head lolling onto his shoulder as I nuzzled into the crook of his neck. Our chests rose and fell in sync, our hearts beating as one as we slowly came down from our high. Chris wrapped his arms around me, pulling me close.

We sat there in silence for a while, the car still idling as we caught our breath. Finally, Chris reached up and gently brushed a strand of hair out of my face. “You okay?” he asked softly.

I nodded, my head bobbing against the warm, damp skin of his neck. Chris chuckled softly, his arms tightening around me. “Words, baby. I need to hear your voice,” he murmured. I took a deep, shuddering breath and finally managed to speak. “Mhm...”

Chris's hands began to trace lazy patterns on my back, his touch gentle and soothing. “You were incredible,” he murmured, pressing a soft kiss to my neck. I hummed contentedly, nuzzling into him once more.

I tilted my head up, my eyes fluttering open to meet Chris's gaze. He leaned in, pressing his lips to mine in a slow, tender kiss. It was different from our heated, passionate kisses earlier. This one was gentle, full of affection and warmth.

As I pulled back from the kiss, I found myself lost in my own thoughts, taking in the reality of what had just happened. I had lost my innocence in the back seat of a car with the man I had been secretly pining after for months, and the strangest part was that I didn't regret a moment of it. I knew, deep down, that I wouldn't want to lose it any other way than with Chris.

[freshl6ve]

𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐓. 𝐒 | 𝐒𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌 𝐌𝐘 𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄

NSFW!! | 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑─𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐊

₊⊹⁀➴ : A month after their breakup, Matt Sturniolo stands at Y/N’s door, desperate to mend the rift. He pours out heartfelt apologies, and as the night unfolds, old feelings resurface. They find themselves wrapped in each other’s arms again, reigniting their lost passion. In their renewed intimacy, Matt aches to hear Y/N scream his name once more, a sound that’s been absent since their separation.

𝐀 𝐅𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐇𝐋𝟔𝐕𝐄 𝐎𝐍𝐄-𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐓 𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐋

˚⊱🦌⊰˚ : 𝐀𝐬 𝐈 𝐬𝐢𝐭 𝐚𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐤𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐢𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐝, aimlessly scrolling through my phone, a loud knock jolts me from my mindless browsing. With a furrowed brow, I walk over to the door and peer through the peephole. All I can see is a figure in a hoodie, their face hidden from view.

Curiosity getting the better of me, despite the late hour, I cautiously open the door, my heart racing.

I took a step back, shock registering on my face as Matt appeared before me, his hood now lowered. His familiar voice made my heart skip a beat as he said, “Hey.”

Surprise quickly turned to a mix of confusion and anger. I hadn't seen him in weeks since our bitter breakup, and his unannounced visit sent a wave of conflicting emotions coursing through me.

“What are you doing here?” I managed to ask, trying to maintain a facade of cool indifference, though my voice trembled slightly. Matt looked at me, his eyes filled with a mix of shame and pleading.

“Can I come in?” he asked quietly, his hands stuffed in his pockets.

I paused, conflicted. Part of me longed to let him in, to hear him out, to feel his touch again. But another part of me, still stung by our break up and the pain it had caused, wanted to shut the door in his face.

“Why should I?” I retorted, crossing my arms defensively. “You haven’t bothered to call or text in weeks, and now you just show up at my door. Why now?”

Matt sighed, running a hand through his messy hair. “I know I messed up,” he admitted, shame flickering in his eyes. “I was scared and thought it was best to give you space. But I’ve been going through hell since we broke up. I was just hoping we could talk.”

Matt took a tentative step forward, closing the distance between us. The scent of his familiar cologne filled my nostrils, and it took all my willpower not to lean into it. He was so close now I could see the faint tremble in his hands. “Please,” he said quietly, his voice cracking slightly.

“I miss you”

The words stung to hear, but the look on Matt's face, the raw desire and longing in his eyes, melted my resolve. I couldn't resist any longer. I found myself leaning into him, craving the comfort of his presence, the feel of his body against mine.

Without a word, our lips met in a desperate, hungry kiss. The moment they touched, it was as if a spark ignited between us, setting my body on fire. I melted into the kiss, all my anger and defenses crumbling.

My arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him closer, my body pressed against his.

The kiss deepened, our tongues intertwined in a desperate dance. Matt's hands gripped my hips, holding me fiercely against him. I could feel the rapid beat of his heart against my chest, a reflection of the frenzy of emotions coursing through us both.

Matt maneuvered us inside, his mouth still locked with mine, the intensity of our kiss refusing to break. He kicked the door shut behind him, the thud echoing through the apartment as he pressed me back against the wall.

His hands roamed over my body, reacquainting themselves with every curve and contour. I could feel the heat radiating between us, fueling our growing passion. His lips left mine, trailing a path of hot kisses down my neck, making me gasp.

Matt's hands continued to explore, slipping beneath my shirt, his fingertips leaving trails of fire on my skin. His touch ignited sparks of pleasure, and I arched against him, my body silently begging for more.

The room was filled with the sound of our ragged breathing, the rustle of clothing as we desperately pawed at each other. Matt's lips found my ear, his voice a husky whisper, “God, I've missed you,” he murmured, ”missed this.”

Caught up in the frenzy of the moment, the words escaped my lips without thought. “Matt,” I whispered, my voice coming out as a soft sigh.

His response was instant and intense. He captured my lips in another bruising kiss, the need and desire in his touch sending shivers down my spine.

Matt broke the kiss, his forehead resting against mine, both of us breathing heavily. “I missed hearing my name come out of your lips,” he murmured, his voice low and filled with desire. “I missed the sound of your voice saying my name.”

His hands traced along the curves of my waist, sending jolts of anticipation through my body. “You know what I miss the most?” he asked, his lips millimeters from my ear, his voice dripping with sultriness.

“The way you'd scream my name, over and over again.”

The memory of those moments flooded my mind, and I felt a flush of heat spread across my body. Matt's hand slid to the back of my neck, his fingers tracing gentle circles.

He leaned closer, his voice dripping with need, “I want to hear that again. I need to hear you scream my name.”

The anticipation was unbearable. The heat, the desire, the raw need in his voice sent my head spinning. I closed the space between us, my body flush against his.

“Then make me,” I challenged, my voice sultry and filled with the same desire that burned within me.

Matt crushed his lips to mine, the kiss deep and passionate. Without breaking away, he moved his hands to my thighs, effortlessly lifting me off the ground, leaving me no choice but to wrap my legs around his waist.

As he carried me through the hall to the bedroom, I marveled at how effortlessly he still knew his way around the place, not to mention he'd spent countless nights here, intimately familiar with every corner.

We reached the bedroom, and Matt kicked the door shut behind us, not bothering to turn on the lights. The only illumination came from the moonlight streaming in through the window, casting a silvery glow over the room.

He guided us to the bed, laying me back against the comforter, pinning me under him. The heat between us was almost overwhelming, the air thick and heavy with desire and want.

His lips attacked my neck, trailing hot kisses down to my collarbone. His hands moved over me, touching and teasing, driving me crazy.

“I've missed the way you taste, the way you moan when I touch you.” He murmured between kisses, his teeth nipping at the sensitive skin of my throat.

The words sent shivers down my spine, the heat in my core growing with each caress and kiss. I arched off the bed, my body responding to every touch, my fingers digging into his shoulders as I sought purchase in the whirlwind of sensation.

As Matt's lips and hands explored my body, my mind whirled, a flurry of thoughts and sensations. It had been a month since I'd felt his touch, and in that month, it felt like years had passed.

I ached for him, craved his touch, his mouth on me. I needed him, and all the reasons why we'd broken up faded into the background, overwhelmed by the all-consuming fire between us.

I tugged at his shirt, my hands desperate to feel his skin. “Please,” I whispered, the plea escaping my lips before I could stop it. “I need you.”

Matt didn't need further encouragement. He leaned back, lifting his shirt over his head and discarding it. The sight of his bare chest, the expanse of toned muscle and golden skin, sent a surge of arousal through me.

As Matt's shirt hit the floor, I took a breath, my eyes tracing over his exposed chest. A few unruly locks of hair fell over his forehead, and for a moment, I couldn't help but recall how many times I'd run my fingers through those unruly locks.

The sight of him, hair tousled and chest heaving, made my heart race even more and the heat in my core flared hotter. I reached up, my fingers tangling in his locks, pulling him down towards me.

His mouth never leaving mine, Matt's hands moved to the hem of my shirt, pulling it up and over my head in one swift motion. The sudden exposure of my skin seemed to heighten our desires even more.

His lips left mine, trailing a scorching path down my neck to my collarbone, his teeth nipping at the sensitive skin along the way.

Matt's hands roamed further up my body, pausing momentarily as he reached the clasp of my bra. With an expert flick of his fingers, he unclasped it, and the fabric was thrown away on the floor, leaving me bare from the waist up.

Matt's mouth never left my skin as he slowly made his way down my body. He kissed along the tops of my breasts, and I felt my nipples harden at the contact. He teased them with his tongue, earning a gasp from me.

Matt's kisses trailed further down my stomach, his tongue flicking out to taste my skin and leave a trail of wetness wherever he went. I was squirming under him, my hands running through his hair as he reached the hem of my sweats and underwear.

Matt pulled my sweats and underwear down my legs, leaving me completely exposed to him. He looked up at me, his eyes darkened with desire, before he placed a gentle kiss on the inside of my thigh. I shivered at the touch, anticipation building up in me.

His hands gently parted my legs, and he settled himself between them. He leaned forward, his breath warm against my most sensitive area, making me tremble. With a soft kiss, he began to explore me with his tongue, licking and sucking at my folds until I was writhing beneath him.

“Oh, fuck, Matt,” I moaned, my hands gripping the sheets beneath me tightly. “Yes, right there,” I gasped as he sucked on my clit, the pleasure almost too much to handle.

My back arched off the bed as I felt myself getting closer and closer to the edge. Matt's tongue was driving me wild, his hands roaming my body, squeezing my breasts and pinching my nipples. I was a moaning, writhing mess begging for release.

“Fuck, Matt,” I moaned. He hooked his arms around my thighs, holding me down as he increased the pressure and pace with his mouth. The room spun around me, and my vision blurred. I was so close.

Just as I was about to reach my climax, Matt suddenly stopped. He looked up at me, his eyes dark with desire, but also with a hint of control. He slowly stood up, his hands still holding my thighs apart, leaving me panting and frustrated on the bed. “Not yet,”

I sat up on the bed, my breathing still heavy from the oral pleasure that Matt had just given me. I watched as he slowly unbuckled his belt, the lust in his eyes intensifying with each movement. I reached out, my hand gripping the zipper, and I slowly pulled it down.

Matt's pants fell to the ground, revealing his boxers. I could already see the outline of his cock, and I couldn't help but lick my lips in anticipation. He hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his boxers, pushing them down.

I helped Matt remove his boxers, and as soon as they hit the floor, I couldn't help myself. I leaned forward, pressing a lingering kiss to his hips, causing him to let out a low growl.

My hand wrapped around his hard length, feeling its weight and warmth. Matt's head fell back, and he groaned softly at my touch. I slowly moved my hand up and down, feeling him grow even harder in my grasp.

I continued to stroke his cock, watching as Matt's chest rose and fell with each ragged breath. He reached out, his fingers threading through my hair as he tugged me closer.

“Fuck, y/n,” Matt groaned out, his thumb gently caressing my cheek. “I need you now.” He took a step back, pulling me up from the bed with him.

He gently set me down on the bed, his hands gripping my thighs and spreading them wide. He slowly aligned himself with my center, his eyes locked with mine as he gradually pushed into me. I gasped as he filled me, my body stretching to accommodate him. It had been a month since we had last seen each other, and it hurt.

The pain was intense, a sharp reminder of everything we had lost during our breakup. Tears pricked at the corners of my eyes as Matt pushed deeper, his thick length stretching me open once again. He paused, his forehead resting against mine as he struggled to contain himself.

I whimpered, tightening my grip on Matt's tattooed forearm as he slowly began to move inside me. “Fuck, it hurts, Matt,” I breathed out, feeling the burn of our reunion fuck. He pressed a kiss to my lips, his tongue slipping into my mouth.

“I know, sweetheart, I know,” he soothed, his voice barely above a whisper. “Just breathe, okay?” He pulled out slowly, only to push back in again at a painfully slow pace.

Matt held himself still, his entire length buried inside me, giving me time to adjust to his size. “You're so fucking tight, Y/N,” he groaned, his forehead resting against mine. “I don't want to hurt you, but I need to be all the way inside you.”

I nodded, meeting his gaze as I whispered, “Keep going. I can handle it.” Matt's eyes darkened with desire at my words, his arms caging me in on either side of my head.

Matt's hips snapped forward, his thrusts becoming rough and urgent as he began to fuck me in earnest. The bed shook beneath us, creaking from the force of our bodies colliding with each other, and all I could do was cling onto him and moan his name.

Each thrust was like a brand, leaving a searing trail of pleasure in its wake, and I could feel myself quickly building toward an explosive release. Matt's breathing became ragged, his body slick with sweat as he pumped into me with steady, unrelenting force.

Matt ravaged my neck with kisses, his lips leaving a trail of purple and pink marks as he continued to fuck me mercilessly. The sound of our bodies slapping together filled the room, along with the symphony of our heavy breathing and moans.

“Matt... oh God, Matt!” I cried out, my fingernails digging into his tattooed forearms as he pounded into me.

“Matt! Yes, yes, FUCK!” I screamed, unable to contain the pleasure coursing through my veins.

“There we go, that's what I was looking for.” Matt growled, sinking his teeth into the soft skin of my collarbone as he slammed into me over and over again.

With a sudden movement, Matt flipped us over, and now I found myself straddling his hips, his thick cock still buried deep inside me. I gasped at the new angle, my walls clenching around him as I started to ride him cowgirl style.

I held onto Matt's chest, my nails digging into his skin as I bounced up and down on his dick, the force of my movements causing his head to bounce against the mattress. The room was filled with the sound of our slapping flesh and my high-pitched moans as I rode him hard.

Matt slid his hands to my hips, his fingers gripping my flesh possessively as he helped guide my movements. I leaned forward, my hands clutching onto his forearms as I continued to ride him.

“Fuck, just like that, sweetheart” Matt groaned, his eyes fixed on the sight of me bouncing up and down on his cock. “Look at you, taking every inch of me, you're so damn perfect.”

I moaned at the dirty talk, feeling myself growing even wetter around him. “Harder, Matt...I need to feel you deeper.” I begged, my nails digging deeper into his forearms as I started to ride him faster and harder.

Matt growled in response, his fingers tightening around my hips as he thrust upward to meet my movements, their combined force shaking the bed beneath us. “You're going to milk the seed right out of me if you keep riding me like that, baby”

I couldn't help but smile at the thought. “That's the idea” I said, my voice a breathless pant as I continued to ride him hard and fast, our sweaty bodies slapping together in a rhythm that was quickly driving me over the edge.

Matt's face contorted in a mix of pleasure and pain as I rode him with reckless abandon, his cock pounding up into me with every thrust. The bed creaked and groaned beneath us, the headboard slamming against the wall with each powerful bounce. “Fuck, fuck, FUCK!”

I felt my orgasm building rapidly, my nails digging into Matt's tattooed forearm as I screamed his name at the top of my lungs.

“Matt! Oh god, Matt, yes, YES!”

Matt's own orgasm hit him like a freight train, his back arching off the bed as he let out a loud, primal moan. “FUCK!” he shouted, his cock throbbing inside me as he filled me with his hot, sticky seed.

My own climax followed soon after, my vision blurring as my body shook and trembled atop him. I collapsed onto his chest, our sweaty skin sticking together as we both gasped for breath. “Holy shit”

I reached up and gently brushed a lock of sweaty hair away from Matt's forehead, before leaning down to press my lips against his in a tender kiss. “I missed you”

Matt's arms wrapped around me, holding me close as we kissed softly, the afterglow of our intense lovemaking washing over us. He whispered back into the kiss, his voice muffled but full of emotion. “I missed you so much, baby. So fucking much” He whispered, his voice hoarse from exertion.

We lay there for a long time, our limbs tangled together as we breathed in each other's scent and enjoyed the feeling of being close again. I could feel Matt's heartbeat slowing down, his chest rising and falling rhythmically beneath me. “I love you” he whispered.

I smiled softly, my fingers tracing lazy patterns on Matt's chest as I replied. “I love you too, so, so much”. I tilted my head up to look at him, my eyes locking with his as I leaned in to press a sweet kiss to his lips.

⤹ ⊹ 𝐅𝐎𝐑 @st6rify ୨୧ 🌱 ₊˚๑

[freshl6ve]

𝐂𝐇𝐑𝐈𝐒 & 𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐓. 𝐒 | 𝐓𝐎𝐏𝐈𝐀 𝐓𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐒

NSFW!! | 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑─𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐊

₊⊹⁀➴ : Matt, Chris, and Y/N are nestled on the couch, absorbed in their movie marathon. As the film continues, Chris proposes a new twist to their evening by suggesting a game where Y/N has to stay completely silent while they try to make her react to their touch. With a mischievous glint in his eye, Chris and Matt begin their playful attempts, their touches and teasing becoming more intimate and flirtatious.

𝐀 𝐅𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐇𝐋𝟔𝐕𝐄 𝐎𝐍𝐄-𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐓 𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐋

˚⊱🦌⊰˚ : 𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐞𝐳𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐥𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐌𝐚𝐭𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬. Matt rested his arm on the back of the couch behind my shoulders while Chris leaned back with his legs propped up on the coffee table in front of us. The three of us had settled in for a movie marathon, the quiet hum of the television providing a familiar background noise. It was all rather comfortable and domestic, until Chris suddenly spoke up.

“Hey, I have an idea,” he said, looking over at us with a smirk on his face. Matt shifted slightly, turning his gaze to Chris with an eyebrow raised.

Matt shot a look at Chris, rolling his eyes before replying. “Whatever it is, it's probably going to be stupid,” he said, a hint of skepticism in his tone.

Chris chuckled, unfazed by Matt's skepticism. “Oh come on, it's going to be fun.” He leaned in closer to me, his voice dropping to a playful whisper. “Y/N, I have a challenge for you.”

I turned my attention towards Chris, my curiosity piqued. “A challenge?” I echoed, my eyes flickering between him and Matt.

Chris smirked, his gaze locking onto mine. “Yeah, I want to see how long you can stay silent while we try to make you react to our touch,” he said, his voice taking on a low, challenging tone.

Matt shot Chris a disapproving look, a hint of annoyance in his voice. “Chris, no, let's not do that,” he protested, shaking his head.

Chris rolled his eyes at Matt's response, not backing down. “C'mon, Matt, it'll be fun,” he retorted, a hint of mischief in his tone. “It's like being tickled, just a game.”

Matt still looked dubious, his eyes flickering towards me before returning to Chris. “I don't know if it's a good idea,” he said, his voice laced with concern. “We don't want to make her uncomfortable or anything.”

I couldn't help but be intrigued by Chris's proposal. It sounded like a bit of harmless fun, afterall. Besides, I didn't think they could actually make me react. I turned towards Chris, a confident smirk on my face. “Alright, I accept the challenge. I'm sure I can keep silent no matter what you do.”

Chris's smirk widened at my response, his eyes sparkling with excitement. “Oh really? You think you can handle it?” he taunted, his gaze locked onto mine.

Matt shot me a worried glance, his eyes narrowing as he looked between me and Chris. “Are you sure about this?” he cautioned, his voice laced with concern.

I nodded my head firmly, determination in my eyes. “I'm sure,” I replied confidently.

Matt sighed, looking unconvinced but reluctantly giving in. “Fine,” he relented, his gaze flicking between me and Chris. “Just... tell us to stop if it gets too much, alright?”

I nodded in agreement, my body tense with anticipation. Chris and Matt exchanged a brief glance before their hands reached for me. They started softly at first, their fingers gently caressing my sides, their touch light and teasing. I couldn't help but squirm a little, fighting back the laugh that threatened to escape my lips.

They stopped their tickling, giving me a moment to catch my breath. Chris looked at me, a smirk on his face as he asked, “Think you can keep going?”

I took a deep breath, steeling myself for more. Then, with a stubborn nod, I signaled that I was ready. They resumed their tickling, this time digging in a little deeper. The sensation was more intense now, making me bite my lip to hold back a laugh.

Once again, they paused, their hands drawing away from my sides. Chris's voice was low, almost sultry, as he asked, “How can we make you lose?”

I took a shaky breath, trying to regain my composure, when suddenly I felt Chris lean in closer to me. His head was near my neck, his breath hot against my skin. “I have an idea,” he whispered huskily into my ear.

I could feel the heat radiating from his body as he spoke, his voice a low, sultry murmur. “How about we try this instead hmm?” he repeated, his breath sending a shiver down my spine.

His head was still near my neck, but now his lips ghosted over my skin, tracing a soft, feather-light path along my jawline. The sensation was unlike anything I had felt before, a mix of tickling and teasing that sent a jolt of electricity through my body.

As I was reeling from the sensation of Chris's touches, I felt another hand on my thigh. I looked down to see Matt's hand gently caressing my skin, his touch firm but tender.

I looked over at Matt, my eyes meeting his for a moment. His eyes were dark, his gaze locked on me as his hand continued its steady, deliberate movement.

Matt's hand continued its steady movement on my thigh, his touch sending tingles through my body. “We can stop now, just say the word,” he said, his voice laced with an undercurrent of desire.

I shook my head slightly, my body still buzzing from the sensations. “No,” I whispered, my voice shaky. “Keep going.”

As Chris's lips continued their slow, deliberate descent towards my neck, and Matt's hand still roaming across my thigh, I couldn't deny it anymore— I was enjoying this. The sensations were like nothing I had ever experienced before, a delicious mix of pleasure and torment that was driving me wild.

As Chris's kisses on my neck continued, they were suddenly joined by another pair of lips— Matt's. He leaned in, capturing my mouth in a soft, lingering kiss. His lips were gentle, almost reverent, as they moved against mine.

I was instantly lost in the sensation, my head spinning as I felt two mouths working their magic on me at the same time.

As Matt reluctantly pulled away from the kiss, I was greeted by a new sensation— the feeling of Chris's hand on my face. He had turned my head to face him, his eyes locked onto mine with an intensity that was almost mesmerizing.

Without a word, without any preamble, his lips were on mine, his kiss rough and demanding. It was like he was pouring all his desire and hunger into a single, searing moment of connection.

As Chris continued to kiss me, his tongue seeking entry, I felt another set of hands on my shirt, pulling it down to reveal my shoulder. Matt's mouth found the exposed flesh, his lips and teeth leaving a trail of kisses and nips across my skin. My senses were on overload, the dual sensations of Chris's relentless kisses and Matt's exploring mouth overwhelming me.

I felt myself becoming increasingly lost in the sensations building up within me. I was being consumed by the heat, the desire, the need that was building with every kiss, every touch. Chris broke the kiss, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he tried to catch his breath.

Chris's hand trailed down my body, his fingers tracing a fiery path along my skin until he reached the hem of my shirt. He tugged gently at the fabric, his eyes flickering towards Matt for a brief moment.

Matt, still nuzzling my neck, caught Chris's signal and his own hand joined the fray. Together, their hands slowly started to pull my shirt up and off of me, exposing more and more of my skin to their hungry gazes.

As my shirt fell to the floor, discarded and forgotten, I felt a flush of heat creeping up my chest, spreading across my skin like wildfire. The cool air of the room hit my bare skin, making me shiver slightly as both Chris and Matt's gazes roamed over me, their eyes taking in every inch of my exposed body.

Chris's lips were firm and insistent as they made their way down my collarbones, stopping to give sharp little nips on my skin. Meanwhile, Matt had pulled me into a kiss, his tongue delving deep into my mouth, stealing my breath away.

The sensations were overwhelming, my body caught between the rough, almost feral kisses from Chris and the more restrained, careful kisses from Matt. It was a delicious contradiction, a maddening mix of tenderness and aggression that had me reeling.

Chris's hands and lips continued their journey down my body, his mouth leaving a trail of love bites and kisses on my chest. Each bite stung deliciously, a sharp pain that was soon soothed by his gentle tongue, his mouth working to ease the hurt and turn it into pure pleasure.

As I moaned into Matt's mouth, lost in the sensation, I heard Chris let out a low chuckle. I turned to see him wearing a smug, self-satisfied smirk, the sound of my pleasure confirming his suspicion that he had won the challenge.

He leaned in close to my ear, his voice a low, sultry whisper. “Looks like we won, ma,” he said, his breath hot against my skin.

As Chris whispered in my ear, his voice still laced with a hint of triumph, he didn’t hesitate to continue. “But now let's see if you can handle us both in something else,” he murmured, his tone suggesting a playful challenge.

I could feel both of them shifting position, their bodies pressing closer to mine, surrounding me from both sides. I was trapped between them, their touch becoming more demanding, more intense.

As I felt myself being surrounded by Matt and Chris, their bodies closing in on me from both sides, I heard a soft, sultry voice in my ear.

“Think you can handle both of us, sweetheart?” Matt whispered, his breath hot against my skin.

My body quivered at his words, a shiver running down my spine. I could feel their presence on either side of me, their touch a constant buzz of electricity that sent my senses spinning.

I took a deep breath, steeling myself for what was to come. “I can take it,” I said, my voice firm but laced with a hint of trembling.

Chris's voice was low and appreciative as he heard my response. “Good girl,” he murmured, his lips brushing against my ear.

Matt and Chris both latched onto my neck at the same time, their mouths claiming the sensitive skin there. The sensation was overwhelming, their tongues and teeth working in tandem to leave a trail of kisses, nips, and bites on my flesh.

I reached my hands up, grasping their heads and pulling them closer to my neck. My fingers dug into their hair, holding them tight against me as they left a trail of kisses and teasing bites on my skin.

Their lips and tongue's moved hungrily over my throat, their hands roaming over my body, their touches growing more and more possessive with each passing moment.

It was the kind of bold, dominant move that was typical of Chris. He grabbed my hand, his grip firm, and placed it on his bulge, letting me feel the hardness straining against his jeans.

I was so engrossed in the sensation of Matt's lips on my neck that I barely registered Chris's hand guiding mine to his crotch. I felt the heat and hardness through his jeans, a stark contrast to the gentle kisses Matt was planting on my skin.

Chris's breath hitched as he spoke, his voice low and husky. “Look what you do to me,” he muttered, his eyes locked onto ours with a mix of frustration and desire. His hand tightened around mine, urging me to squeeze his bulge, to feel the extent of his arousal.

Chris's hand, still entwined with mine, slid up to his chest, encouraging me to explore. “Don't be shy to touch us” he murmured.

With a newfound boldness, I reached out with both hands, one for Chris and one for Matt. I gently squeezed their hardened forms through their jeans, eliciting groans from them both. Chris's chest rose and fell rapidly, his breathing growing heavier with each touch.

Matt threw his head back against the couch, a low moan escaping his lips. Chris's face contorted with pleasure, his jaw clenched, and a deep, guttural groan resonated from his chest.

I stood up, my heart racing with excitement, and quickly removed the rest of my clothing— the comfy sweats and underwear. Feeling bold and eager, I sat back down in the middle of Chris and Matt, my naked body sandwiched between their clothed forms.

I leaned in, closing the short distance between Chris and myself, placing a tender kiss on his lips. A wave of desire washed over us as our bodies pressed closer together. Breaking the connection, I turned to Matt and repeated the action, feeling the same spark of attraction ignite within me.

My hands found their way to the hems of their shirts, my fingers toying with the fabric. I looked at Chris, then at Matt, silently asking for permission. They both nodded eagerly, their eyes filled with anticipation.

I slowly began to lift their shirts, revealing toned abdominal muscles. Chris helped me, pulling his shirt off completely and tossing it aside. Matt followed suit, their bare chests now on full display, rising and falling with their heavy breaths.

My lips found Chris's neck, kissing and sucking on his warm skin. My right hand, however, reached for Matt's belt, slowly unbuckling it. I wanted to ensure that neither of them felt left out, that both were engaged and desired equally.

As I continued to kiss Chris's neck, my other hand reached out to run through his hair, tangling my fingers in the soft strands. Meanwhile, my hand on Matt's belt worked to free him from his pants, my fingers deftly undoing the button and zipper.

Once I had managed to free Matt from his pants, my hand wandered down, sliding underneath the fabric of his boxers and gently stroking him. My lips parted and my breaths became shallow, causing soft moans to escape as I continued to explore Chris' neck with my mouth.

Chris and Matt let out soft moans, their bodies reacting to the touch and attention. Chris, feeling my lips on his neck, turned his head slightly, his mouth seeking mine. I reached out, capturing his lips in a deep, passionate kiss, all while continuing to stroke Matt through his boxers.

As I began to pull away from Chris, his mouth chasing after mine, I found myself suddenly pressed against Matt's lips. Our kiss was just as passionate as the one with Chris had been, my hand still working him with slow, deliberate strokes.

I pulled back from Matt, my breath hitching as I reached for Chris's belt, my eyes locked onto his. However, before I could even begin to unbuckle it, Matt grabbed my head, turning my face towards him and capturing my lips once more, his kisses urgent and demanding

I gasped into the kiss, my fingers trembling as I tried to continue unbuckling Chris's belt. As we continued to kiss, Matt's grip on my head tightened, holding me in place as he plundered my mouth.

Finally, I managed to free Chris's belt from the loops of his jeans. He didn't waste any time and quickly shoved them down, revealing his growing arousal. I reached out with my fingers, lightly tracing them over his length, eliciting a low moan from him.

“Please,” Chris groaned, his voice laced with desperation. Matt's grip on my head tightened briefly before he released me, allowing me to turn my attention to Chris fully. I wrapped my fingers around his hot, hard flesh, pumping my hand slowly as I leaned in to kiss his chest.

I stroked both Chris and Matt's lengths simultaneously, my hand moving up and down in a slow, deliberate motion. Chris's moans grew louder as I tightened my grip, while Matt's eyes rolled back in bliss, his hands reaching out to grasp my arms. “Fuck, yeah,”

Chris managed to gasp out, his hips bucking slightly into my hand. Matt, still holding onto my arms, pulled me closer, his mouth finding mine in a hungry kiss. I continued to stroke them both, my movements becoming faster and more urgent as the tension in the room reached a boiling point.

I dropped to my knees in front of Matt, his thick length springing free from his boxers. I wrapped my lips around the head, sucking gently as I began to stroke Chris's shaft with my free hand. Matt's hands tangled in my hair, guiding my head as he started to thrust into my mouth.

“Oh god, yes... That's it, just like that,” Matt panted, his grip on my hair tightening. His words spurred me on, and I took more of him into my mouth, my head bobbing up and down in rhythm with my hand stroking Chris.

“Please... Please, don't stop,” Matt begged, his voice hoarse. But I ignored his pleas, instead focusing on Chris. I wrapped my lips around his shaft, bobbing my head up and down as I continued to pump Matt with my hand.

Matt's breathing grew shallow, his hips jerking as he reached his peak. He spilled into my hand with a hoarse moan, his body shuddering with release. Meanwhile, Chris's moans grew louder, his voice thick with desire. “You're... you're gonna make me... Oh god...”

I squeezed Matt's cock, milking every last drop of his climax from him as I continued to suck Chris off. Chris's moans reached a fever pitch, his hands fisting in my hair as he struggled to hold back. “Fuck, fuck, FUCK!”

Chris's release hit the back of my throat, hot and salty. I swallowed it down greedily, savoring the taste of him on my tongue. When I finally pulled off his cock, I looked up at him with a smirk. “Good?”

Chris's lips curled into a satisfied smile as he reached down to stroke my cheek with his thumb. “Perfect,” he purred, leaning down to claim my lips in a deep, passionate kiss.

“How about you show Matt some love now?” Chris suggested, his voice low and sultry. I rose to my feet and sauntered over to Matt, who was slumped against the couch, his eyes heavy-lidded with satisfaction.

I straddled his lap, my hands looping around his neck as I ground my hips against his. Matt's hands gripped my thighs, his touch firm and possessive. “You're so hard for me already,” I whispered, my breath hot against his ear.

I reached between us and grasped Matt's thick cock, guiding it towards my entrance. I slowly sank down onto his length, my walls stretching to accommodate his girth. Matt's hands gripped my waist, holding me in place as his head hit the back of the couch.

“Oh god... You're so tight,” Matt hissed through gritted teeth, his fingers digging into my flesh. I moaned softly, my nails biting into his shoulders as I continued to sink down onto him. “That's it, sweetheart... Take all of me,”

Chris leaned in, his lips brushing against the side of my neck as he whispered, “You look so pretty with Matt's cock buried inside you.” His warm breath sent shivers down my spine, and I tilted my head to the side, giving him better access to my neck. His hands slid around my waist, his touch gentle as he began to massage my breasts. I whimpered, the double stimulation driving me wild. “Chris... Matt... It's... It's too much...”

“Too much is just right, isn't it?” Chris murmured, his voice dark and sultry as he continued to knead my breasts. Matt's grip on my hips tightened, his moans growing louder as I slowly lifted myself up and sank back down onto his lap. “Fuck, sweetheart...”

“He loves the way you ride him,” Chris said, his breath hot against my ear. “Look at him... He's powerless beneath you.” I glanced down at Matt, his face contorted with pleasure as he continued to moan and grip my hips. “And look at me...”

“...watching you take what's yours. You're in control, ma. Show us both just how much you can handle.” His words spurred me on, and I began to move faster, my hips rising and falling in a smooth rhythm as I took Matt deeper and deeper.

Chris leaned in and claimed my mouth in a passionate kiss, his tongue dancing with mine as Matt's grip on my hips tightened. With a final, shuddering moan, Matt buried his face in my chest and came, his whole body convulsing with the force of his release.

I moaned into Chris's mouth, the kiss breaking only when he pulled away with a smirk. I quickly turned to Matt, grabbing his face and kissing him deeply, my tongue exploring his mouth as he lay there, panting and spent.

Chris sat back down on the couch, his eyes hooded as I climbed off Matt's lap. Matt's spend spilled out as I stood up, coating his thighs and dripping onto the floor. He let out a contented sigh, his limbs heavy and relaxed. “Come here, Ma,”

Chris beckoned me over, his hand wrapped around the base of his own erection. I obeyed, straddling his lap and slowly lowering myself onto his hard length. He grunted, his hips bucking upward as he sheathed himself fully inside me. “That's it, just like that,”

I threw my head back and moaned loudly as I took Chris all the way to the root. He was thicker and longer than Matt, stretching me wider than I'd ever been before. “Chris... Fuck!” I whimpered, my nails digging into his shoulders for support.

As Chris began to move beneath me, I rode him hard and fast. The friction sending waves of pleasure through my body. Matt lay beside us, his chest still heaving with exertion. His gaze was glazed over as he watched us intently.

Chris and I both moaned in unison, the sound echoing through the room. Our bodies slapping together with each thrust, the sight of Matt watching us only adding to the intensity. Chris reached up and grabbed my breast, squeezing it roughly as he pounded up into me. “Fuck, you're so tight!”

Chris let out a low growl as he grabbed my hips and pulled me off him, spinning me around to face the opposite direction. Matt stood up from the couch, his cock at perfect eye-level for me. I looked up at him and licked my lips before wrapping my mouth around his length.

Chris positioned himself at my entrance, and with one swift motion he thrust up inside me. I gasped around Matt's cock as Chris filled me completely. Matt let out a strangled moan and tangled his fingers in my hair as I began to bob my head up and down on him.

As Chris pumped into me from behind, I focused on Matt, taking him deep into my throat and swirling my tongue around his sensitive tip. He groaned encouragement above me, his thighs quivering with restraint. “That's it, just like that... you look so perfect like this, taking both of us...”

Chris reached around me and palmed my breast, rolling my nipple between his fingers in time with his thrusts. I moaned around Matt's cock, sending vibrations through him. I was overwhelmed by this wave of pleasure that washed over me and I could feel myself nearing the edge.

I couldn't hold back any longer. With a muffled scream around Matt's thickness, I shattered, my body convulsing between the two men. Chris roared behind me, burying his face in my shoulder as he came hard. Matt followed soon after, spilling into my mouth with a hoarse shout.

Chris slumped against me, his breathing hot against my neck. He pressed his lips to my skin and whispered, “Think you can handle us both in the same hole?” My eyes widened briefly, but the idea sent a thrill through my spent body.

I looked up at Matt, who was watching us with a hungry gaze, before turning my head to look at Chris. He smiled, his eyes gleaming with mischief. I swallowed hard, my heart pounding in my chest.

Could I really do it? Take both of them inside me at the same time?

“We'll go slow,” Matt promised, his voice gentle. Chris nodded in agreement, his hand sliding down to my lower abdomen possessively. “We won't hurt you,” he murmured, pressing soft kisses along my shoulder. I took a deep breath, considering their words, my body warming to the idea.

I nodded tentatively, trusting them despite the magnitude of what they were suggesting. Matt's face broke into a grin, while Chris let out a pleased rumble.

I carefully slipped off of Chris, my legs shaky as I got up, feeling their combined juices slipping out of me and trickling down my inner thighs. Chris, noticing my struggle, quickly stood up and swept me into his arms in a bridal style carry.

Chris carried me to Matt's bedroom, with Matt following close behind, his eyes fixed on where I was cradled in Chris's arms. Gently, Chris laid me down on Matt's bed.

Chris looked at Matt and then back at me, a thoughtful expression on his face. “I think we're going to need to stretch you out a bit more to fit both of us comfortably,” he said, his hands gently spreading my legs apart, showing off my vulnerable position.

As Chris spoke, his hands slowly glided down my body, caressing my curves, until they reached my hips. He leaned down, pressing soft kisses along my collarbone, and down my chest, his touch gentle yet electric. His fingers slowly spread my folds, exposing me to his gaze and Matt's.

Matt climbed onto the bed, positioning himself on the left side of me. He leaned down, his lips meeting mine in a passionate kiss, as Chris continued to explore my body with his skilled hands.

Chris's fingers slowly entered me, stretching me wider as his hot mouth latched onto my peak, suckling and teasing with his tongue. I moaned into Matt's kiss, my fingers gripping Chris's hair tightly, holding him in place as the pleasure intensified.

Matt broke the kiss, his hands reaching up to fondle my breast, his thumb rubbing over my hardened nipple as Chris continued to devour my pussy. The dual sensations were overwhelming, and I found myself arching my back, pushing my breast into Matt's hand and my hips against Chris's face.

Matt took my breast into his mouth, sucking hard on the nipple while his hand massaged my other breast. Chris, not to be outdone, added a second finger to my pussy, scissoring them apart to stretch me even further as he continued to lick and suck my clit.

I couldn't help but moan out loud, my body trembling with pleasure at the attention. Chris lifted his head, looking up at me with a wicked grin as he added a third finger to my pussy, stretching me even further.

Matt released my breast from his mouth, kissing up my neck until he reached my ear. He whispered huskily, “Do you like that, sweetheart?” I could only nod, unable to form words as the pleasure coursed through me.

Suddenly, I felt my climax approaching, and I grabbed a handful of Chris's hair, holding him in place as I pushed my hips against his face. “Fuck, fuck, FUCK!” I screamed, my body shaking violently as I came hard, my pussy clenching around Chris's fingers.

Chris eagerly licked and sucked at my folds, cleaning up my release as I lay boneless and spent on the bed. Chris looked over at Matt with a smirk. “Want a taste?”he offered.

Matt eagerly got off the bed and knelt between my spread thighs. Chris moved out of the way, watching intently as Matt buried his face in my folds, licking and sucking until he had cleaned every last bit of my essence.

I brought my hand to Matt's hair, tangling my fingers in the soft strands as he feasted on my spent flesh. Chris watched with a hungry gaze. “She tastes so sweet, doesn't she?” he remarked, his voice low and filled with desire.

Matt paused to reply, “Like honey,” before diving back in, his tongue delving into my creases and lapping at my puffy lips.

Matt finally lifted his head, his face shiny with my essence. He crawled back onto the bed and lay down behind me, his arms wrapping around my waist. Chris positioned himself between my spread thighs.

Chris lifted my left leg, draping it over his shoulder as he aligned himself with my core. Matt's hands gripped my hips from behind, entering the same hole as Chris. They both slowly pushed forward, filling me completely and stretching me deliciously.

“Oh fuck, you're so deep,” I moaned, my back arching as both boys buried themselves inside me. Chris started thrusting, his hips slamming against my thigh as he pounded into me. Matt's movements were slower, his long strokes reaching deeper into my core.

Chris picked up speed with each thrust. Matt followed suit, his thick cock pistoning in and out of my dripping cunt. The dual penetration was overwhelming, and I felt like I was going to split in half. “Yes, yes, fuck me like that!”

Their movements became synchronised, both of them pushing inside me at the same time, only to pull back and push forward again together. The sensation was indescribable, a perfect harmony of pleasure that had me writhing between them. “More,” I panted,

As they continued to pound into me, I couldn't help but think about how perfectly they fit inside me. The fact that these were my best friends fucking me senselessly only added to the wrongness of it all.

It should have felt like a betrayal, a line crossed that could never be uncrossed. And yet, it felt so good, so incredibly right. Their combined heat, their dual rhythm, the way they filled me so completely— it was heaven. I bit my lip, torn between guilt and bliss.

“Look at me,” Chris growled, his hand wrapping around my chin and forcing my head up. His eyes bored into mine as they continued to thrust into me in unison. “We're best friends, and we're sharing you like this. Isn't that messed up?”

“Using you like the little slut you are,” Chris grunted, his hips snapping forward with each word. Matt's arms tightened around my waist, his hands splayed possessively over my stomach. He leaned forward, his breath hot against my neck as he whispered, “You love it, don't you?”

I would've answered, but the overwhelming sensation of both of them moving inside me rendered me speechless. My mouth hung open, silent moans escaping as they continued their relentless pace.

Chris's fingers dug into my thigh, his breathing ragged as he pounded into me. “She's so tight, Matt. She's milking us both so good.” Matt's response was a low growl, his teeth sinking into the flesh of my neck.

The room was filled with the wet sound of our bodies coming together, punctuated by the slapping of skin against skin. I was a writhing mess in their arms, pleasure building inside me, coiling tighter and tighter.

Chris reached down, his thumb pressing against my bottom lip. “Open up,” he commanded. I parted my lips, and he slid his thumb inside my mouth. Behind me, Matt's tattooed arm came around, his fingers finding my swollen nub and rubbing in tight circles.

With every thrust, Chris pushed his thumb deeper into my mouth, mimicking the motion of his hips. Matt's skilled fingers drove me wild, the dual stimulation pushing me closer to the edge. I was moaning around Chris's thumb.

I reached down and grabbed Matt's tattooed forearm. He didn't skip a beat, his fingers continuing to tease me as I dug my nails into his skin. Chris pulled his thumb from my mouth, replacing it with his lips.

He kissed me hard, his tongue delving into my mouth in rhythm with their thrusts. I could taste myself on his lips, the saltiness spurring me on. Matt's fingers sped up, his arm taut under my grasp.

They picked up the pace, their hips slamming together in a frantic rhythm. I saw stars, my vision blurring as the pressure built to a breaking point. Chris's kiss grew more desperate, his hands gripping my face as Matt's fingers worked magic on my clit.

“Fuck, she's so tight,” Matt grunted, his fingers moving furiously. Chris broke the kiss to growl in my ear, “You're gonna cum so hard, Ma. We’re gonna fuck you until you can't walk.”

They were relentless, their filthy words and the friction of their bodies sending me spiraling over the edge. Every nerve ending was alight as my orgasm washed over me, waves of pleasure crashing through me.

I grabbed Chris's shoulders, my nails digging into his flesh as I convulsed between them. “Please,” I begged, my voice reduced to a whimpering mess. “More, please, Chris. Matt. Harder. Oh god, please.” My words were punctuated by moans and gasps, my body convulsing between theirs.

I kissed Chris feverishly, pouring all my passion and desperation into the kiss. Then I pulled away, turning my head to find Matt's mouth with my own. He growled against my lips, his hand coming up to grab my wrist and pull my hand back to his head.

His fingers once again finding that sensitive spot between my thighs. “You can take more, can't you, sweetheart?” he growled against my mouth.

I whimpered my affirmation, my body bucking against their touch as they continued to stretch and fill me. Their hands and mouths were everywhere, driving me to heights I'd never known. “Harder,” I panted, “Please”

“Harder... oh god, harder!” I cried out, my voice echoing in the room. The bed shook beneath us, their powerful hips snapping back and forth as they drove into me with feverish intensity. “I'm... I'm gonna... oh god, I'm gonna...”

“Cum for us, baby,” Chris murmured against my mouth, his hips bucking up as Matt's fingers pressed down. Sandwiched between them, I shattered. My back arched, my head falling back onto Matt's shoulder as I screamed out my release.

As I trembled through my orgasm, Chris and Matt didn't slow down. They kept pounding into me, their movements becoming even more frantic. I could feel them both getting close, their thrusts becoming brutal as they chased their own releases.

“Ma... so good...” Chris panted, his face buried in my neck. Matt groaned against my back, “So tight... can't... hold... back...” Their words were broken, their voices strained as they neared the edge.

“Come on, baby.” I whispered to Chris, my hands reaching up to tangle in his hair. I pulled him down for a hard kiss as Matt's fingers dug into my hips. With one final thrust, they both came undone.

“Fuck!” Chris cried out, his voice muffled against my mouth as he found his release. Matt's grip on my hips tightened painfully as he grunted against my back, “Shit!” The room filled with the sounds of their heavy breathing and mutual moans as they came down from their high.

I could feel their warm releases fill me, my insides seeming to pulse with the force of their orgasms. The three of us collapsed onto the bed in a tangle of limbs, sweaty and panting.

With a few final thrusts, both Chris and Matt pulled out of me, their hot breaths mingling with my own. As they did, a flood of liquid spilled out of me and onto Matt's bedsheets, the wet spot growing larger with each drip.

Chris let out a low whistle, eyeing the mess on Matt's bed. “Looks like we made a real mess of your sheets, Matt,” he chuckled. Matt groaned in response, flopping back onto the pillows with an arm thrown over his eyes. “I’ll clean them later”

I snuggled up against Matt's side, my hand reaching up to gently pry his arm off his face. “You did great” I murmured softly. He peeked open one eye, his expression lazy and content. I leaned in to kiss him gently, smiling against his lips.

He returned the kiss, his arms wrapping around me to pull me closer. “You weren't so bad yourself” he mumbled, nuzzling into my neck. Chris scooted in on the other side, sandwiching me between them.

I turned my head to the side, pressing a soft kiss to Chris's lips. He smiled against my mouth, his arm wrapping around my waist to pull me against him. The three of us lay there in a tangle of arms and legs, the sound of our combined breaths filling the room.

[freshl6ve]

𝐂𝐇𝐑𝐈𝐒.𝐒 | 𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐂𝐇

NSFW!! | 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑─𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐊

₊⊹⁀➴ : At a buzzing LA party, Chris Sturniolo, Y/N, Nick and Matt, are in high spirits. The dance floor becomes packed, and Chris and Y/N, who have always been close friends, end up pressed together by the crowd. While their closeness has always been natural, the situation now feels different. As they dance, the space between them feels charged with a new intensity, making them question whether their easy friendship might be evolving into something deeper.

` 🪄˒ ⟡ ﹒𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐊 𝐔 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝟏𝟎𝟎 𝐅𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐒!! ⊹ ࿔ ۫ ۪ 

𝐀 𝐅𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐇𝐋𝟔𝐕𝐄 𝐎𝐍𝐄-𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐓 𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐋

˚⊱🦌⊰˚ : 𝐀𝐬 𝐈 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐩 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐌𝐚𝐭𝐭’𝐬 𝐜𝐚𝐫, Chris' hand is there to help me out. His touch is gentle yet firm, making it clear that he hasn't forgotten about my clumsy tendencies. The evening air is warm and the thumping music from the party can be heard even from the sidewalk outside.

Chris glances at me, a flicker of worry in his eyes. “You okay?” he asks gently.

I nod, slightly embarrassed. “Yeah, I'm good. Just trying not to trip over my own feet, as per usual.” I try to brush off my clumsiness with humor.

Chris chuckles, his hand still resting lightly on my arm. “One of these days, I'm going to get you a pair of shoes with built-in training wheels.”

“Oh, please. Then I’d never have an excuse to cling to you for support.” I tease back, feeling my cheeks flush. Matt and Nick, who are waiting for us, exchange amused glances.

“Well, we wouldn't want that, now would we?” Chris replies with a smirk.

Matt, ever the instigator, chimes in, a mischievous glint in his eyes. “Yeah, you two are practically attached at the hip anyway.”

“Oh, shut up,” I retort, rolling my eyes jokingly at Matt's comment.

But my denial falls flat when Chris chimes in with a grin. “He’s not wrong.” He slings his arm around my shoulders, pulling me a little closer to him than necessary.

The four of us head towards the entrance of the party, the pulsating music growing louder with every step. The doors swing open, revealing a glitzy LA party in full swing. Guests are gathered in clusters, chatting and laughter filling the air.

Chris keeps his arm around me as we weave through the crowd. I can feel the heat radiating from his body; the intimacy of his proximity both comforting and slightly nerve-racking.

We are immediately intercepted by several acquaintances who wave at us, eager to chat and catch up. Nick and Matt break off momentarily to exchange hellos, leaving Chris and me standing alone in a small pocket of space.

Chris turns to me, his eyes sparkling with amusement. “Looks like we've been abandoned.”

I chuckle, feeling a flutter in my stomach that definitely isn’t entirely due to the party atmosphere. “Seems like it. But I have a feeling we'll survive without them for a bit.”

We make our way towards the bar, the crowd pressing in around us. Chris keeps one hand on my back, guiding me through the crush of bodies. Once we reach the bar, he orders two non-alcoholic beverages from the bartender, remembering my preference for avoiding alcohol.

“Here you go,” Chris says, handing me a drink as I settle onto a bar stool. His hand brushes against mine as he does so, sending a small shiver up my arm. I try to ignore it, focusing on the cool glass in my hand.

The party continues around us, the sound of laughter and music creating a constant backdrop. It's oddly intimate, sitting at the bar with Chris amidst the chaos.

As I take a sip of my drink, I perk up as a familiar set of beats and vocals fill the room. The opening notes of Latch by Disclosure start floating through the air.

My eyes widen in surprise. “I love this song,” I exclaim, turning to Chris.

I set my drink down with a smile, the surprise quickly replaced by excitement.

“Come on,” I say, grabbing Chris' wrist and pulling him onto the dance floor. The song is infectious, the perfect mix of soulful vocals and upbeat tempo that instantly gets me moving.

Chris follows along, a little reluctantly at first, but soon he's matching my steps, a smile spreading across his face. Despite the crowd around us, it's as though we're the only two on the dance floor.

The lyrics of the song swirl around us, encapsulating the moment. I find myself enjoying the closeness of our bodies as we move to the beat, feeling the heat from his skin through his shirt.

The dance floor is packed, and the close quarters cause our bodies to continuously brush against each other. I'm hyper aware of every place where we touch – his palm on my back, my hand on his shoulder, our legs occasionally tangling together. It's both electrifying and slightly nerve-racking, this heightened level of physical contact with Chris.

For Chris and me, this level of proximity was not out of the ordinary. We've always been physically affectionate, often sitting close together on couches during movie nights or casually touching each other's arms during conversations.

Yet, tonight, the intimacy feels different. Maybe it's the energy of the party, or the effect of the song, or simply the culmination of unacknowledged feelings. Either way, every point of contact between us feels magnified, the usual familiarity now tinged with something more.

The song continues, the lyrics somehow echoing the chaos of emotions I'm experiencing. Chris and I continue to dance, our bodies moving in sync as the upbeat tempo encourages us to get closer. We're practically pressed against each other now, the space between us virtually nonexistent.

As the song builds towards the beat drop, I look up and find Chris already looking at me. His gaze is intense, his eyes holding a look I can't quite place. We're so close that our noses are almost touching, and in that moment, it feels like the rest of the world dissolves away.

We maintain eye contact, the sound of the song seemingly fading into the background as we regard each other in a mix of admiration and something more.

The song continues, the lyrics somehow echoing the chaos of emotions I'm experiencing. Chris and I continue to dance, our bodies moving in sync as the upbeat tempo encourages us to get closer. We're practically pressed against each other now, the space between us virtually nonexistent.

As the song builds towards the beat drop, I look up and find Chris already looking at me. His gaze is intense, his eyes holding a look I can't quite place. We're so close that our noses are almost touching, and in that moment, it feels like the rest of the world dissolves away.

We maintain eye contact, the sound of the song seemingly fading into the background as we regard each other in a mix of admiration and something more.

The pull between us is magnetic, the intense eye contact making it hard to look away. Our faces draw closer together, our movements subconsciously mirroring each other.

I can feel the heat of his breath on my skin, the scent of his cologne filling my senses. There's a tension in the air, a silent understanding passing between us, though neither of us has acknowledged it yet.

♪ ...Now I know what I have found... ♪

The beat drops, the pulsating music and flashing lights enveloping us in an atmosphere of frenzy and excitement. But in this moment, it's just the two of us.

Our lips meet in a slow, tentative kiss. It's a moment that seems to freeze time, the colors from the lights playing across our faces as we explore this new level of intimacy. His lips are soft and sure against mine, the kiss both familiar and new at the same time.

The kiss deepens, our bodies molding against each other in a mix of desire and something more. I'm aware of every detail - the way his hand slides into my hair, the feel of his breath as he murmurs my name against my lips, the way his body feels pressed fully against mine.

The world around us continues to dance, the lights and music merging into a blur as we get lost in each other.

We pull apart for a moment, both of us a little breathless. His eyes find mine again, searching my face as if for confirmation. Whatever he sees there seems to encourage him, a slow smile spreading across his lips.

Without a word, he pulls me back in, his arms wrapping around me tightly as we continue to kiss, the sounds of the party falling away.

The rest of the world fades away as we lose ourselves in the kiss. Our bodies are intertwined, the heat from his skin seeping into mine. His hand is tangled in my hair, holding me close as our lips move together in a rhythm that's growing more confident by the second.

This moment feels stolen, a secret only shared between us in the middle of a crowded party. It's electric, a realization dawning on me - this kiss isn’t just a dance-floor fueled impulse, it's something real, something potent.

Chris breaks the kiss, his eyes still a bit hazy with desire, before he says softly, “C’mon.”

He intertwines his fingers with mine, tugging me gently off the dance floor. We weave our way through the throngs of people, my heart beating wildly in my chest. He leads me into a dimly lit hallway, pulling me towards a empty room.

Chris closes the door behind us, the click of the lock echoing in the quiet room. We're enveloped in shadows, the only light filtering in from underneath the door and light peaking through the curtains.

Then, without warning, he cups my face in his hands, pulling me into another kiss. This one is different from the last, more urgent, as he backs me up against the wall. His body presses against mine, creating a heat that's both electric and overwhelming.

His hands slide into my hair, angling my head to gain better access. His tongue swipes at my bottom lip, requesting entry which I give willingly. Our kiss deepens, the room filled with our soft sighs and the sounds of our lips meeting.

The weight of him against me is both comforting and intoxicating, his body pinning me against the wall as if he never wants to let go. My hands find purchase on his shoulders, pulling him even closer.

Time seems to lose all meaning as we lose ourselves in each other. His hands trace down my sides, coming to rest on my hips, pulling my body flush against his.

His lips leave mine, trailing kisses across my jawline and down my neck. I shiver, my hands clenching at his shirt as the sensations overwhelm me.

As his kisses continue down my neck, igniting a trail of fire along my skin, I find myself struggling with conflicting thoughts.

This is wrong, I think to myself. Chris is my best friend. We shouldn't be doing this. But at the same time, it feels so right, so good. My body responds to his touch, arching into him, a voice inside me whispering that this is where I belong, here, with him.

His lips find the sensitive spot at the base of my neck, and I can't help the soft moan that escapes me. The war in my mind continues, each caress and kiss tipping the scales more towards giving in to this unexpected but undeniable attraction.

The voice in my head becomes louder, drowning out my reservations. All I know in this moment is him, the feel of his body against mine, the way his touch ignites sparks deep within me.

“Chris,” I manage to gasp out, his name the only coherent word I can utter. I should stop this, should step away and regain my bearings. But when he pulls back to look at me, his eyes dark and intense, the words “we can't” die on my lips.

Instead, we're both frozen for a heartbeat, the weight of the moment and the silent desire hanging between us. Then, almost in unison, we're leaning into each other again, our mouths crashing together hungrily.

The kiss deepens, becoming more desperate. His hands are everywhere, roaming my body as if he can't get enough of me. My body responds in kind, my fingers gripping the fabric of his shirt, trying to pull him closer still.

We cling to each other, the need for oxygen secondary to the need for each other. In this moment, we're not just friends, we're two people driven together by a mutual desire that's too powerful to resist.

With a swift move, Chris lifts me off the ground, wrapping my legs around his waist as he walks us towards the bed on the other side of the room. Our lips never break contact, our kisses heated and intense.

He lowers me down onto the bed with a softness that contrasts with the ferocity of his kiss. I'm beneath him now, looking up at him in a mixture of desire and awe.

His body covers mine, the weight of him a welcome and intoxicating sensation. He kisses down my neck, his hands finding the edge of my dress, fingers trailing along the bare skin of my thighs. I shiver, arching into his touch, the need for him growing almost unbearable.

Chris pulls back slightly, his forehead resting against mine, his breath ragged as he looks down at me. “Can I take this off?” he asks, his voice hoarse and filled with want.

I meet his gaze, my own breathing labored, before I nod, granting him the permission he seeks.

His hands move over the fabric, gently pulling at the straps of my dress. The material slides down, revealing more and more skin until it lies discarded beside us on the floor.

He looks at me now, his eyes roaming over my body, taking in every curve and contour. His touch is light, gentle, as he traces patterns over my stomach, my collarbone, seemingly trying to commit every inch of me to memory.

Every touch from Chris is filled with tenderness and passion. He caresses me with such care, as if I am a precious object that he never wants to let go of. His kisses are slow and deep, his tongue exploring my mouth with an intensity that matches the feeling blossoming between us. His hands roam my body, leaving trails of fire in their wake, igniting every nerve in my body.

Chris’s lips move down my neck, over my collarbone, leaving a trail of kisses down the center of my chest. His hands trail after his mouth, fingers dancing over my skin, igniting sparks with every touch.

When he reaches the valley between my breasts, he pauses, his breath warm against my skin. I shiver, my hands clenching at his hair.

Between kisses, Chris pauses, lifting his head to look me in the eye. “Are you sure you want this?” he asks, his voice gruff. There’s a hint of hesitance in his gaze, a small fragment of worry that maybe I don’t want this as much as he does.

Chris pulls back, sitting on the edge of the bed. I take a moment to look at him, appreciating the sight of him in all his disheveled glory. His hair is messy, his shirt clinging to his skin, his pants unbuttoned at the top.

Inside me, everything roars with desire. I’m desperate for his touch, for the feel of his skin against mine. He’s become a necessity, something I ache for so deeply it’s almost painful.

I move to him, wrapping my arms around his neck, my body now pressed flush against his back. My chin comes to rest on his shoulder as I whisper into his ear, “I want this.”

My hands move, tracing down his chest, feeling his heart beat beneath my fingertips. He responds to my touch, leaning back against me, his weight solid and reassuring.

My hands find the edge of his shirt, tugging at it lightly. He gets the message, lifting his arms to let me pull it off.

The skin of his bare back beckons me, a canvas begging to be explored. My hands roam over his shoulders and down his spine, relishing the feel of his skin under my touch.

I pepper kisses along the side of his neck, then down to his shoulders, finally moving to the expanse of his back. My lips trail over every inch of skin, leaving a path of heat and affection.

He moans softly under my touch, his head tilting back as if in surrender. The sound of his pleasure is like music to me, a symphony that I want to keep repeating.

I return to his neck, my lips finding a sensitive spot that makes him shiver. I linger there, my tongue darting out to taste his skin.

His breathing is ragged, a soft gasp escaping him each time my mouth meets his flesh. His hands grip the edge of the bed, knuckles turning white with the effort to keep control.

I pull back, my lips moving to his ear. “I need you,” I breathe out, the words more a plea than a statement.

His body tautens, a shudder running through him at the sound of my voice, at the admission that I need him just as much as he needs me. He turns his head, his eyes meeting mine, darkened with desire.

I lean in closer, my mouth scant inches from his. Our breaths mingle, the space between us almost palpable with tension and need.

His eyes are fixed on my lips, his body taut with restraint. I can feel the energy crackling around us, the pull of attraction so strong it's almost unbearable.

Chris’s lips find my own in a soft, tender kiss. It’s different from the frantic, heated kisses we’ve shared earlier. This is slower, more gentle, but no less intense.

His hands come up to cradle my face as he deepens the kiss, his touch gentle but possessive. I melt into him, my body boneless and pliant under his touch.

Chris gently pushes me down onto the bed, his body following mine. He hovers over me, one arm braced on the bed next to my head.

He looks down at me, his eyes dark and full of emotion. His other hand trails up my side, leaving a trail of fire in its wake.

Chris sits back, his hands moving to the fastening of his pants. My breath catches as he peels the fabric down, revealing more and more of his bare skin.

Once the pants are discarded, he pauses, his eyes roaming over my body again. His gaze is scorching, making me shiver under his intense stare.

Chris leans in, his lips capturing mine in a searing kiss as he hovers over me. His hands grip my waist, pulling me closer as our tongues dance together. I wrap my arms around his neck, melting into the kiss as he presses his hardness against my core.

His hands slide down to my thighs, lifting them around his waist. With a slow thrust, he enters me, his hips rocking against mine in a steady rhythm. Our kisses grow deeper, more passionate, as our bodies move in sync. His hands roam over my curves, touching, squeezing, driving me wild.

As Chris's hips rock against mine, I whine into the kiss, overwhelmed by his size. He's too big, stretching me in ways I've never been stretched before. The pressure is intense, making my eyes water as I struggle to accommodate him.

Chris breaks the kiss, his lips trailing down to my neck. He presses soft, open-mouthed kisses to my throat, his hands gripping my hips to keep me in place. “Relax for me, baby,” he murmurs against my skin. “Breathe and relax. You can take me.”

I whine, my body still adjusting to his size. “I can't,” I pant, my fingers clutching at the sheets beneath me. Chris nips at my earlobe, his breath warm against my skin. “Yes, you can,”

I whine and moan, my body trembling as Chris's size stretches me to the limit. Tears prick at the corners of my eyes, but he's still kissing my neck, still murmuring soothing words. “Shh, baby, just relax... You're doing so good... Just a little more...”

Chris's movements become a little faster, gentler. He's being so careful, so patient, even as his own breathing grows heavier. He pauses to wipe away the tears at the corners of my eyes, his touch tender. “You feel so good,” he groans, burying his face in my neck.

Chris's pace picks up slightly, but he never loses his gentleness. I can feel every inch of him, filling me completely, the sensation overwhelming in the best possible way. My whimpers and moans become louder, my body beginning to tremble as I approach my peak.

As Chris's movements become more insistent, I cling to him, my mind racing. I can't believe we're doing this... With every thrust, he's not just satisfying my physical need for him, but also the emotional yearning I've hidden for so long. I needed him... I needed this...

I'm latched onto him, my arms wrapped tightly around his neck, my legs locked around his waist. I can't get close enough, can't feel enough of him. I'm afraid he'll disappear if I let go. He's the only thing that makes sense in this moment, the only thing that can satisfy the desperate ache inside me.

“Chris,” I gasp, my voice barely a whisper. “Chris, please...”

As Chris's movements quicken, I bury my face in his shoulder, my voice muffled as I moan. “Yes, like that... Just like that... Oh god, Chris, it's so good...”

I cling to him as he thrusts inside me, our bodies moving together in a frantic dance. I can feel myself getting closer and closer to the edge, every nerve ending alight with pleasure. “Oh god, I'm so close...”

I dig my fingernails into his back, holding on for dear life as he pounds into me. He groans loudly, his voice hoarse, and I can feel his arms tighten around me, his fingers digging into my hips. The room spins, and stars dance before my eyes. “Chris...”

The sound of our bodies slapping together fills the room, drowning out the muffled music playing in the background. The rhythmic sound, coupled with Chris's heavy breathing and my own desperate whimpers, pushes me closer and closer to the edge.

Chris's breath is hot against my ear as he whispers urgently, “Cum with me, baby” His words send me over the edge, and I scream, my vision blurring as my entire world narrows down to the feeling of him inside me.

We both reach our climax, our bodies shuddering and writhing together. Chris lets out a brutal moan as he pulses inside me, his grip on me tightening for a moment before he collapses on top of me, his breathing heavy.

For a long moment, neither of us speak, our bodies entwined and slick with sweat. Chris's face is buried in my neck, his breath hot against my skin. Finally, he lifts his head, his eyes meeting mine with a look of wonder. “That was... intense.”

I nod wordlessly, still trying to catch my breath. Chris carefully disentangles himself from me, rolling onto his side and propping his head up on his hand. “Are you alright?” he asks softly, his eyes searching mine. “I didn't hurt you, did I?”

I shake my head, my eyes locked onto his. “No, you didn't hurt me,” I whisper, my voice hoarse. I reach for his face, my fingers trailing over his sharp jaw before pulling him closer for a gentle kiss. “I'm so latched onto you,”

Chris's heart swells at my words, his feelings for me mirroring my own. He captures my lips in a tender kiss, his arms wrapping around me in a protective embrace. “I'm latched onto you too,” he murmurs against my mouth.

“So fucking latched onto you.”

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𝐂𝐇𝐑𝐈𝐒. 𝐒 | 𝐁𝐄𝐃 𝐏𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐄 ❨𝐏𝐓 . 𝟐❩

NSFW!! | 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑─𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐊

~𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝟏 𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄~

₊⊹⁀➴ : After a day of filming with his brothers, Chris returns to his room, his shoulders heavy with stress. He opens the door and finds Y/N asleep on his bed, her presence a comforting surprise. As he sits down at the edge, his exhaustion evident, Y/N stirs and wakes. Noticing his tense demeanor, she gently reaches out to him, and helps him relax.

𝐀 𝐅𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐇𝐋𝟔𝐕𝐄 𝐎𝐍𝐄-𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐓 𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐋

˚⊱🦌⊰˚ : 𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐲. It had been a long, tiring day, but the thought of coming back to me, waiting for him in the comfort of his bed, fueled him with a renewed energy.

Quietly, he opened the door to his room, careful not to make any noise. In the dim light spilling in from the hallway, he could see my sleeping form, cuddled up on his side of the bed.

A small smile tugged at the corners of his lips as he approached the bed, his footsteps barely making a sound on the wooden floor.

He sits down on the edge of the bed, the mattress sinking slightly under his weight. He gazes down at me, taking in the peaceful expression on my face as I sleep.

His hand reaches out, gently brushing away a strand of hair that’s fallen over my forehead. The touch is light, almost reverent, as if he doesn't want to disturb the serenity of the moment.

A soft sigh escapes his lips, mingled with a hint of contentment. Sitting there, watching me sleep, he feels a sense of tranquility fill him, washing away the exhaustion of the long day.

Chris continues to sit at the edge of the bed, his gaze fixed on the floor, lost in his thoughts. The fatigue and stress from the day's filming are evident on his features—the creases on his forehead, the slight downturn of his lips, the heaviness in his eyes.

Slowly, my eyelashes flutter as my eyes gradually open. I blink a few times, adjusting to the dim light in the room, until my gaze focuses on him. He's so absorbed in his worries that he doesn't notice me waking up.

A low murmur escapes my lips as I call out his name, my voice still groggy from sleep.

“Chris....”

The sound of my voice seems to break his trance, and his eyes instantly flick up to meet mine. For a moment, he seems startled, as if he didn’t expect me to be awake. But then, a weary smile appears on his face.

His voice is low and smooth when he responds, weary but laced with affection. “Hey,” he replies, his gaze tender as he looks at me.

The exhaustion is evident in his eyes, but there’s also a hint of relief in his expression. It’s as if seeing me awake and present has eased some of the stress weighing him down.

My voice is gentle and concerned as I ask, “What's wrong?”

Chris seems taken aback by the directness of my question, as if he hadn't expected me to notice his distress. He hesitates for a moment, the exhaustion and stress still weighing him down.

“It's... nothing,” he replies, his voice still low and quiet.

He lowers his gaze back to the floor, his shoulders sagging slightly under the weight of his weariness.

For a few moments, he remains silent, his mind seemingly consumed by whatever thoughts are troubling him. The fatigue is palpable, etched in the lines of his face, but there's something else there too—a sense of heaviness that seems to have settled in his chest.

I sit up, the covers falling away from my body as I wrap my arms around Chris’ torso from behind, pressing my body against his back.

My lips move closer to his neck, my breath ghosting over his skin as I speak in a soft whisper, “What’s really wrong, Baby”

Chris feels the warmth of my body against his back and the gentle brush of my breath on his neck, and for a moment, his eyes flutter shut. It's as if my presence grounds him, offering a small semblance of comfort.

He remains silent for a few seconds, the tension in his muscles palpable. Then, finally, he speaks in a quiet voice. “It’s just been a long, stressful day... I’m exhausted, but I can’t seem to switch my mind off.”

My lips press against the sensitive skin of his neck as I whisper, “I’m sorry, Baby. Is there anything I can do to help?”

Chris trembles slightly at the sensation, my touch and proximity having a subtle effect on him. He takes a slow, deep breath, his body relaxing slightly against mine.

“Just... being here,” he murmurs, his voice husky and low. “Your presence... it helps.”

I feel the tension in his body gradually releasing as he leans into my touch. I move my lips to his ear, my voice sultry and gentle.

“How about I help you relax, hmm?” His body instinctively shivers at the sound of my voice, its depth affecting him more than he expects.

“Just relax,” I murmur against his skin, my lips moving along the line of his neck. “I’ll do all the work. This is about you, Baby.”

Chris lets out a soft, shaky breath, his body surrendering to my words and touch. The tension begins to slowly drain out of him, his mind and body responding to my soothing touch and presence.

I start to kiss his neck, my lips moving with a slow, leisurely pace. “Just let go,” I murmur, my breath hot against his skin. “I'm here, Baby. Just focus on me.”

My hands slowly caress his back as I continue to kiss his neck, my touch a soothing and tender reassurance.

“Just let me take care of you,” I whisper, my lips moving up to his jawline. “Let me make you feel good.”

Chris feels the last of his tension melt away, his body surrendering completely to my touch. As my lips continue to trail kisses along his neck, my hand slips slowly into his shirt, the contact between my skin and his igniting a new wave of desire between us.

A soft, needy sound escapes his lips, a small sign of his vulnerability and trust in the moment.

I continue to kiss his neck, my lips moving with a deliberate slowness, enjoying the feeling of his skin against mine. My hand moves underneath his shirt, feeling the heat of his body through the layer of fabric.

His head tilts back slightly, exposing more of his neck for me to explore, a silent invitation for me to continue.

I slowly withdraw my hand from under his shirt and move to grasp the hem of the fabric. I pull gently, silently prompting him to remove his shirt.

Chris lifts his arms slightly, complying with the silent request. His shirt comes off, discarded on the floor. His body is now bare to my touch, exposed in its intimate vulnerability.

My lips, now free to explore his newly exposed skin, move from his neck to his shoulders. I kiss and nibble gently along the expanse of his upper body, the contact between my lips and his skin slow and deliberate.

A soft, appreciative sound escapes his lips as he instinctively leans into my touch, his body responding to the pleasure of my kiss and touch.

Chris turns his head, his eyes meeting mine momentarily before he leans in, his lips meeting mine in a tender kiss. My hand, which was previously exploring his skin, comes up to cup his face, my touch gentle yet possessive.

The kiss deepens, our mouths moving together in a slow, passionate dance, the desire between us building with each passing second.

As we continue to kiss, my hand trails down from his face, moving lower and lower until it reaches his belt. I trace the buckle with my fingers, my touch a silent promise of what's to come.

His breath catches slightly as he feels my hand against the buckle, the anticipation mixing with the desire flooding through his body.

I break the kiss, my lips moving down to his jawline and neck again, my tongue and teeth leaving small, gentle marks on his skin. Meanwhile, my hands continue their mission, deftly unbuckling his belt.

The sound of the buckle coming loose seems amplified in the quiet room, heightening the sense of intimacy and anticipation between us.

Once the belt is unbuckled, I move my hands toward the button of his jeans, my fingers working to unfasten them. I feel him grow more restless under my touch, his body responding to the promise of what I'm about to do.

My hand slides under the waistband of his boxer, the contact making him gasp softly. The intimacy of the moment is almost electrifying, the tension and desire palpable between us.

I run my fingers along the edge of the boxers, the material barely creating a barrier between my touch and his skin.

My breath is hot against his ear as I ask in a low, sultry whisper, “May I?” Chris lets out a slightly shaky breath, his body already so aroused by my touch, by the intensity of the moment.

“Yes,” he replies, his voice thick with desire, his eyes meeting mine in a silent plea for more.

With his permission, I continue to move my hand, slowly but firmly, under the waistband of his boxers. His breath hitches in his throat again, his body's response a clear indication of how much he wants this, how much he wants me.

My gentle touch sends a jolt of electricity through Chris, and he can't help but let out a soft moan as I begin to explore him. His head falls back onto my shoulder, eyes closed in pure ecstasy.

With each stroke, his breath grows heavier, his body tensing under my touch. My left hand wraps around his chest, holding him close, while my right continues to work magic under his boxers. He's so close now, his voice hoarse as he whispers, “Baby... please...”.

Chris's face contorts in a mixture of pleasure and pain as he tries to hold back, his entire body trembling with the effort. He grips my forearms tightly. “Please, Baby... it's too much...” he begs, voice barely a whisper.

I lean in closer, my warm breath fanning against his ear as I whisper again, “Be a good boy and hold it. Don't let it go, no matter how much it hurts.” His moans turn into whimpers, his grip on my forearm tightening to the point of pain.

My hand moves faster, my own breathing heavy and ragged as I feel Chris's stomach jerk in response to my touch. He lets out a strangled moan as I kiss his neck and shoulders, my lips exploring every inch of his skin. “You're doing so well,”

“Such a good boy for me,” I praise, my voice low and sultry. Chris's grips on my forearm, his entire body tensed, on the verge of shattering. His voice is hoarse, barely a whisper, “Y/N... please... I can't...”

“Just a little longer, Baby,” I coax, my words dripping with sweetness. I capture his lips in a deep, possessive kiss, muffling his desperate pleas. My hand continues its relentless pace, pushing him closer and closer to the edge.

Chris's moans are swallowed by our kiss, his body writhing against mine as he clings to the last shreds of his control. His fingers dig into my forearm, his knuckles turning white from the force of his grip. “Fuck, Fuck!”

Chris's body convulses as he reaches his breaking point. Despite my order, he lets out a loud, gutural groan, his release pulsing into my hand. I continue to stroke him through it, drawing out his pleasure as long as possible. He pants against my lips, his body shaking violently.

Chris's head lolls against my shoulder, his body completely spent. I slow my touch, gently milking the last remnants of his release from him. He lets out a soft whimper, his voice hoarse from all the moaning.

“Look at you,” I murmur approvingly, turning his head towards me and claiming his lips in another searing kiss. He responds eagerly, his body still trembling in the aftermath. I bring my hand up to my mouth, licking his release clean as he watches me with hooded eyes.

Chris watches me with heavy-lidded eyes, his Adam's apple bobbing as he swallows hard. He lets out a low groan as I suck my fingers clean, his spent body stirring back to life. “Y/N...” he breathes out, his voice thick with renewed desire.

My smirk matching his own, I capture his lips in another searing kiss before pulling away. I rise from the bed, pushing Chris to sit up. He watches me with curious, heavy-lidded eyes, his spent body already showing signs of life again at the sight of me.

I stand before him, slowly removing my clothes, piece by piece, until I'm standing completely naked. Chris's eyes roam over my body, drinking in every curve and contour. His hands reach out, grasping for me, but I step back, out of his reach. “Patience, Chris,”

“Please...” he begs, his voice hoarse with desire once more. I saunter towards him, my hips swaying seductively. I sit down on his lap, wrapping my arms around his neck and burying my fingers in his hair. He moans softly, his face nuzzling against my chest.

Chris looks up at me, his eyes locked onto mine with an intense longing. I gaze down at him, admiring his features— the strong jawline, the sharp angles of his cheekbones, the soft, full lips. I trace his face with my fingers, mapping out every detail of his face.

His breath hitches as I run my fingers over his eyebrows, his nose, his lips. I lean down, pressing a gentle kiss to his forehead before trailing kisses along his cheekbone and down to his jawline.

Chris tilts his head back, giving me better access. I feel his hands slide up my back, his touch gentle and reverent. His eyes flutter closed, his expression one of pure bliss.

I continue my kisses, tracing a path along his jaw and down his neck. He shivers beneath me, his pulse racing against my lips. I can feel his heart pounding in his chest, matching the rhythm of mine. I press another kiss to his throat, breathing in his scent as I hold him close.

I reach between us, wrapping my hand around his hardened length. He's already fully erect once more, his body responding to my every touch. I lift my hips, positioning him at my entrance. I lock eyes with him as I slowly impale myself on him, taking him inch by agonizing inch.

I moan against his neck, my body stretching to accommodate him. Chris holds me tightly, his large hands splayed across my back. He's gentle yet firm, supporting me as I take him deeper. He lets out a low groan as I finally take him to the hilt, his fingers flexing against my back.

Chris speaks softly, his warm breath against my ear. “You can go slow baby, take your time. I've got you.” He holds me securely, his strong arms wrapped around me. I nod against his neck, taking a few deep breaths before slowly starting to move.

I moan softly, his name escaping my lips as a whimper, “Chris...” I rise slowly, nearly to the tip before impaling myself back down onto him, taking him deep once more.

“That's it, baby,” he encourages quietly, his voice laced with desire. He nuzzles into my neck, his teeth gently nipping at my skin. I quicken my pace, my hips rising and falling in a steady rhythm. “You feel so good...”

“Chris...” I gasp, my nails digging into his shoulders as I ride him faster. “You... you're so deep...” My words trail off into incoherent moans as I lose myself in the sensation of our bodies joined together.

Chris kisses and nuzzles my neck, his hands roaming my back and sides. “Fuck, you're so beautiful like this,”he whispers, his voice husky with lust. He grips my hips tightly, helping guide my movements as I bounce on his lap. “Look at me, baby.”

I lean back, my hair cascading down my shoulders as I lock eyes with him. His intense gaze holds me captive as we move together in perfect harmony. The room is filled with our moans and the sound of our bodies slap together.

The room is filled with the slap of our skin against skin, the wet sounds of our bodies joining, and the snaps of our lips as we devour each other. Chris's tongue slips into my mouth, deepening the kiss. I whimper, my body tensing as he hits a particularly deep spot.

Chris swallows my moan, kissing me hungrily. His fingers flex against my hip, pulling me down as he thrusts up to meet me. His pace quickens, matching mine, our bodies slapping together loudly. “Oh god, Chris...”

Chris breaks the kiss, his breath coming out in pants. “Don't stop... don't stop looking at me, baby.” He thrusts up into me, his hips pistoning in a steady rhythm. “I need to see you...”

I lay my forehead against his, my mouth hanging low as I let out a series of moans and whimpers. Chris's breath fans against my face, his eyes locked on mine as he continues to thrust up into me. “Fuck, you're so beautiful when you're losing control...”

His hand tangles into my hair, pulling my head back gently as his movements become faster and harder. I cry out, my fingers digging into his shoulders for support. “Chris... please... it's too much...” I beg, my voice breathy and broken.

Chris buries his face into the crook of my neck, his teeth and lips leaving red marks on my skin as he kisses and nuzzles his way down to my chest. He sucks and bites at the soft flesh, his hands gripping my thighs possessively.

I arch my back, pushing my breasts closer to his face. “Please...” I whimper, my voice barely a whisper. He growls approvingly, his hands tightening on my thighs as he continues to mark my skin. “You're mine, Y/N. Every inch of you belongs to me.”

His teeth sink into my chest, biting down hard enough to leave a bruise. I scream in pleasure, my body shaking as he continues to fuck me with relentless intensity. His hands move up to my waist, gripping me tightly as he pounds into me over and over again. “Chris! Oh god, Chris!”

Chris's free hand reaches up to cover my mouth, his fingers pressing against my lips to silence my screams. He bites down on my shoulder, marking me with another bruise as he fucks me harder and faster, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room. “Shh, baby...”

I can't speak, my mouth muffled by his hand. All I can do is cry out against his palm as he continues to claim me, his hips slamming against mine with brutal force. My vision starts to blur, the room spinning around me as I teeter on the edge of another orgasm.

Chris grips my ass in his hand, holding onto it like it's a lifeline as he pounds into me. His other hand is still covering my mouth, muffling my cries of ecstasy. He pulls out almost completely, just the tip of his cock still inside me, before slamming back in with a brutal thrust.

I bury my face into his shoulder, biting down to muffle my scream as he finds that spot inside me again and again. His grip on my bottom tightens, holding on tight to my ass as he continues to thrust into me, the sound of our bodies joining filling the room.

“Y/N... I'm... I'm gonna... oh god, baby...” Chris's voice is strained, his breath hot against my ear. His fingers dig painfully into my ass, holding on tight as he thrusts into me a few more times before burying himself to the hilt andgroaning loudly.

Our moans mingle together as we both hit our peak, my body convulsing around him as he spills into me. Chris's head falls forward, his face burying itself into the crook of my neck as he lets out a low, guttural groan. “Oh god... Fuck...”

I whimper, my body still shuddering with the aftershocks of my release. Chris's body is heavy on top of mine, his face still buried in my neck. He nuzzles into my skin, his lips brushing against the marks he left behind.

I bring my hands up to his head, my fingers tangling into his sweat-dampened hair. I run my fingers through the silky strands, gently carding through the locks as I feel his breathing slow and even out.

Chris lifts his head from my neck, his eyes finding mine. “Thank you, baby.” he says softly, his hand caressing my back gently. He leans in, pressing a soft, gentle kiss to my lips. “Mmmm...” he hums. “I love you.”

“I love you more,” I reply, my voice barely above a whisper. I stay straddled over him. I watch him lay back on the bed. His chest rises and falls with each breath, his arms laying limp at his sides.

I lean down, hovering my lips over his. “Glad I could help,” I whisper, my breath mingling with his. “Let's get cleaned up now.”

Chris's gaze locks onto mine, his eyes filled with yearning and love. I press my hands against his chest, feeling the solid muscles beneath my touch. Unable to resist, I lean down and press my lips to his, kissing him deeply.

“Let's go.” I say. I rise off of him, both of us moaning as his softened member slides out of me. His release trickles down my thighs, the sticky fluid coating my inner thighs. “Chris...” I whined, swaying as I stand on unsteady legs.

Chris chuckles, sitting up and running a hand through his messy hair. “I'm going, baby,” he says, standing up and stretching his arms over his head. He heads towards the bathroom, calling over his shoulder, “You coming or do I need to carry you?”

“I think you need to carry me,” I admit, my legs still feeling like jelly. Chris grins mischievously and strides back over to me, sweeping me off my feet and into his arms. “Wrap your legs around my waist,” he instructs, his voice low

After a warm shower together, where Chris made sure to clean every inch of my body gently, we dried off and climbed into bed. He pulled me close, my back against his chest, his arms wrapped tightly around me.

we drift off to sleep in each other's arms, our bodies fitting together perfectly. The house is silent, save for the soft sounds of our breathing. The moon casts a soft glow through the window, casting a warm light over the rumpled bedsheets.

[freshl6ve]

[freshl6ve]

𝐖𝐄𝐋𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐌𝐘 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐆 !!!

୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑─𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐊⊹ ₊ ⟡ ⋆

˚˖𓍢ִ໋`🏴‍☠️:✧˚.📷⋆𖧧

Hello! I’m Ghost!

Owner of @cyberl6ve too!!

I’m only posting one shots on here

˚˖𓍢ִ໋♠️˚.🗝️⋆🐈‍⬛

𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐈 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 :

⟢ Fluff

⟢ Agnst

⟢ Smut

𝐖𝐇𝐎 𝐈 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓 :

˃ Chris Sturniolo

˃ Matt Sturniolo

𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐊 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐁𝐄𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄!

𝐄𝐍𝐉𝐎𝐘 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐘!

- 𝐆𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐓♡︎

[freshl6ve]

𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐓. 𝐒 | 𝐋𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌

SFW!! | 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑─𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐊

₊⊹⁀➴ : Matt was doing a solo live stream when Y/N unexpectedly joins him, surprising both Matt and the audience. Their playful banter instantly takes over, with Y/N teasing Matt while they interact with fans. The stream turns into a fun, spontaneous moment filled with laughter and lively energy that fans absolutely love.

𝐀 𝐅𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐇𝐋𝟔𝐕𝐄 𝐎𝐍𝐄-𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐓 𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐋

˚⊱🪄⊰˚ : 𝐈 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩. I decided to head upstairs to Matt’s room to see what he was up to. I lightly opened the door, expecting to find him either playing video games or watching videos on his phone.

With a smile, I approached Matt and greeted him, “Hello Matthew” I chuckled. Matt looked at me in mild surprise, “I didn't know you were here.” I moved behind him, the chair serving as a barrier to our usual body contact. I wrapped my arms around him, meeting in front of his chest.

I rested my chin on Matt's shoulder, explaining, “I was downstairs with Chris.” My gaze lifted to the screen, my surprise growing as I realized he was live. With a playful wave, I said, “Hi chat!”

Matt chuckled at my surprised expression, “Oh yeah, I'm live right now.” The chat exploded with reactions, some surprised emojis and comments like:

“Y/N IS HERE?”

“HII Y/N!”

“IS THAT Y/N!?”

“Surprise stream?”

Some fans were clearly excited to see both of us together.

Leaning into Matt's chair, I saw the comment in the chat, “Surprise stream?” With a lighthearted smirk, I answered, “This is no surprise, I honestly had no idea Matt was live right now.” I shot a playful glance at Matt, who chuckled, clearly amused by the chat's reactions and my surprise appearance.

Matt, still smiling, said, “You just love making an entrance, huh?” The chat was going wild with comments like “I LOVE YOU Y/N” and “Matt and Y/N together again, the ultimate duo!”

Matt stood up, looking at the chat before heading over to grab a chair for me. I took his vacated seat, enjoying the new perspective as I scanned the chat, reading comments like:

“Y/N takeover!”

“Love seeing Y/N on stream,”

Sitting in Matt's chair, I greeted the chat, “How's everyone doing on this fine late night?” The chat responded with a variety of answers, some saying they couldn't sleep, others just enjoying the late-night vibes, and some simply expressing their surprise and happiness at my unexpected appearance on the stream.

I glanced back at the chat and teased, “How long has it been, chat? It couldn't have been that long since you guys have seen me, right?” The chat responded with various guesses, some saying they missed me, others saying it had been too long, and a few making jokes about my absence.

Seeing the chat mention the last time they had seen me was two months ago in the triplets last live in June. My eyes widened, “Holy shit, two months? Has it been that long already?”

Matt re-entered the room with a plastic chair, the headrest bearing a playful handwritten message. As he placed it beside me, I turned to him and asked, “Has it really been two months since chat has seen me?” Matt nodded, confirming the timeframe with a chuckle.

The chat responded with various comments, like “Y/N has been missed,” “Time flies when you're having fun,” and “Feels like it's been longer honestly.” Some fans expressed their excitement about the duo's reunion, others joked about time passing too quickly, while a few commented on how it felt like they had barely seen me in forever.

Matt laughed and settled into the plastic chair next to me. He quipped, “Y/N has secretly been here, she just never shows up on social media because she hates you guys.” The chat erupted with reactions – a mix of disbelief, amusement, and playful mock offense.

Turning to Matt, I quickly hit his shoulder, playfully protesting, “No, I don’t! I just don’t have content to share as I normally do.” The chat watched the exchange with amusement, some fans commenting on our banter, others jokingly expressing their gratitude for my online absence being over.

Matt feigned sadness, rubbing his shoulder dramatically. “Guys, Y/N hit me,” he exclaimed with exaggerated sorrow. I turned to him, warning, “Don’t start, Bernard, you know they’ll come after me and rip me into pieces.” I gestured at the camera, knowing full well the fans were already gearing up to make sad edits.

The chat reacted with a mix of laughter and concern. Some fans teased us, while others jokingly pledged their support for me against the incoming edits. “Poor Matty,” they said, “Here comes the sad edits!”

I looked at the chat and chuckled with Matt. Scanning the comments, I read aloud, “Where are Chris and Nick?” Then I responded, “Well, Chris had BARELY fallen asleep, and Nick is on tour with Madison at the moment.” The chat reacted, some fans expressing disappointment, others understanding the reasons.

A few comments popped up saying they missed the full group, but others quickly pointed out the current tour situation. One comment joked, “Poor gang is incomplete tonight.” Another suggested a late-night live with all four someday soon.

Seeing the comments about the incomplete group, I reassured everyone, “Don’t worry, guys. There will be a stream with the four of us soon. I promise.” The chat responded with a mixture of excitement and anticipation for a future live event with the full group.

I glanced at the headset on Matt’s desk, the battery life visible. I curiously asked, “Matt, are these charged?”Matt checked the status, confirming, “Yeah, they’re good for a few hours at least.”

Putting on the headset, I looked around the monitors, searching for the Spotify app. “Where’s Spotify?” I asked, scanning the screens. Matt chuckled and stood up slightly, pointing at his left monitor. “There,” he said, indicating the app’s location with a grin.

I searched through Spotify for a song and started bobbing my head to the beat, glancing at the chat. “What do you guys think?” I asked, inviting their reaction. The chat started flowing with comments about the song, some expressing their approval, a few criticizing it, and others simply asking for the track name.

Matt saw me enjoying the song, and leaned over to listen. I lifted one headphone up, allowing him to hear. It was Juna by Clairo. Matt recognized the album the song was part of and smiled, appreciating the music.

The chat noticed the exchange, and a few comments popped up recognizing the song and the album’s distinct sound. “Clairo, nice choice,” a fan typed. Another said, “Love that album!”

I turned to the chat, my eyes scanning through the comments. “How was your day Chat?” I asked, inviting them to share their experiences. The replies poured in— some had been busy with work or school, while others had been relaxing and enjoying their day off. A few fans mentioned having a stressful day and were thankful for the stream to unwind.

As the chat continued to share about their days, some fans turned their focus onto me. Their comments started asking about my own day, expressing curiosity about what I had been up to.

I explained, “Well I've been filming a vlog of this week as a comeback to YouTube, and I've been getting my stream room situated so I can stream. It's why I haven't been as active lately—you know, with the decorating and building things, plus the filming as an additional item on the schedule.” The chat responded with understanding and curiosity, some fans expressing excitement at the thought of upcoming vlogs and the eventual return to streaming.

While I was talking to the chat, Matt's gaze was fixed on me, his eyes locked onto my side profile. He showed rapt attention, like I was the only person in the room, his gaze never wavering from me.

Finishing my explanation, I turned my head to Matt, our eyes meeting. Smiling, I asked, “How about you, Matt? How was your day?” Matt chuckled lightly, his gaze not leaving mine.

Matt replied softy, a small smile on his lips. “I lazed around the house with Chris and we ordered food. Then, I thought I'd do a chill late-night stream.” His eyes remained fixed on mine, his tone even and soothing.

I nodded, understanding Matt's day. The chat was starting to notice the change in Matt's demeanor around me— how he became softer, more gentle, and spoke softer than his usual interactions with Nick and Chris. Comments started flowing in, some picking up on the contrast and praising it, others expressing surprise.

“Aww, Matt is so sweet to Y/N,” a comment said.

“He's usually so chaotic with Nick and Chris, but he's so soft with her,” another observed.

“They're so cute together,” someone else commented.

The chat continued to react, a mix of awe and appreciation for the softer side of Matt they were witnessing. Some fans were enjoying the contrast, others were just finding it endearing. “Matt is lowkey a sweetheart” a fan observed. “Who knew he could be so gentle?”

As comments about Matt's gentler side continued to roll in, I felt a tinge of shyness. I averted my gaze, my eyes skimming through the chat. Some fans praised the contrast between Matt's usual chaotic nature and this softer side, while others commented on how cute we looked together..

The chat was filled with comments like “Y/N is blushing,” and “Matt and Y/N are so wholesome.” A few fans teased, “Aw, is Y/N getting bashful?”

I laughed and pointed at the camera, trying to regain composure. “Guys, cut it out!” I protested with a feigned sternness. The chat amused at my reaction, continued to tease and poke fun.

Comments like “She's blushing, we got her all shy” and “Can't handle the flattery, Y/N?” filled the chat. Some fans even suggested creating a compilation of my bashful moments.

Laughing, I shook my head, feigning nonchalance. “What are you guys talking about?!” I exclaimed, trying to downplay the situation. The chat continued to tease me, enjoying my attempts at deflecting the attention.

As I denied any reaction, Matt couldn't help but notice my flustered state. He bit his lip, trying to hold back his laughter, the corners of his lip lifted ever so slightly, his teeth showing.

The chat didn't miss this, and the observant fans started commenting. “Matt's holding in his laughter, he knows something,” one fan noted. “Matt's got a smirk going, he's loving this,” another teased.

Matt's silent chuckle was getting harder to suppress. I turned to him and smacked his thigh, slightly pouting. “Don't laugh, it's not funny!” I protested, trying to maintain composure.

I took off the headphones, feigning annoyance. “You guys are mean,” I joked, pointing at the stream and Matt, who was still stifling his chuckle. As I started to walk away, Matt grabbed my wrist, looking up at me. “No, stay,” he insisted, his grip firm but gentle.

Reluctantly, I sat back down in the black chair, still pretending to be miffed. My act fooled no one, the grin on my face betraying my true feelings. The chat chuckled, seeing right through my mock irritation.

As I continued chatting with the stream, Matt suddenly stood up. “I’ll be back” he said, slipping out of the room. There was a brief moment of silence as he left, causing the chat to notice his absence.

He returned a moment later, standing behind me in the chair. I turned my head slightly to look at him and queried, “What happened?” My gaze met his, a look of genuine curiosity in my eyes.

He responded casually, “Just had to use the bathroom” his tone nonchal. His hands resting on the back of the chair.

I was still engrossed in responding to chat comments when suddenly, I noticed Matt dancing along to the next song. Chuckling, I turned around to face him.

The upbeat rhythm filled the room, and Matt moved with a carefree enthusiasm, clearly enjoying himself and the groove. Seeing him dancing so joyfully, I couldn’t help but laugh at the unexpected moment.

Matt pulled me to my feet, but I playfully protested with a smile, “No, Matt, I can't dance!” My words were a mix of jest and shyness, a common response from me.

Matt continued to playfully persuade me, “Come on,” he urged, finally pulling me up from the chair. A little laugh escaped me as I let him lead the impromptu dance session.

The dance was silly, as we moved together, laughter dancing on our lips, and joy flowing through the room. With Matt at the helm, we twirled and swayed, the stream audience delighted by the carefree moment.

As we danced, the world around us faded away, and it seemed like we were the only two in the room. Matt’s eyes remained fixed on me, his gaze unwavering as we moved in the small space, the closeness only emphasizing the moment’s intimacy.

Matt spotted the sudden rush of new subscribers and took a seat in his chair, gratitude shining in his eyes. “Holy shit, someone just gifted 50 subs!” he exclaimed, his hands moving in surprise. He leaned into the camera, a warm smile etched on his face, and spoke with sincerity. “Thank you so much for the support, everyone. We really appreciate it.”

The dance came to a sudden halt, and Matt slipped into his chair, the seat I previously claimed. I pouted jokingly, feigning disappointment, “Hey, that's my spot!” I whined, playfully pushing at Matt's shoulder. He chuckled at my teasing, enjoying the playful banter between us.

Matt let out a light chuckle, “It's mine now,”

As Matt stretched for the keyboard, I took the opportunity to gently wrap my arms around his shoulders, resting my chin on the top of his head. My gaze moved to the screen, curiously peeking at what he was searching for.

The song changed to a softer melody, casting a calm ambiance in the room. With my arms wrapped around Matt, I began to sway gently, pulling him into the peaceful rhythm of the music. He surrendered to the motion, his body mimicking my gentle movement, our bodies swaying in unison as if we were one.

While Matt scrolled through the chat and thanking everyone for the subs, I maintained my hold on him, humming softly to the melodic tune. With his focus on the chat, he seemed oblivious to the cozy connection between us. My chin rested on his shoulder, allowing me to softly hum by his ear.

It was not uncommon for us to be close, but the current moment was different, more intimate. The chat was taken aback by our closeness, how comfortable we were with each other, how Matt remained composed without a hint of blushing, and how he seemed perfectly content in my arms. Some speculated on the potential feelings behind our actions, wondering if this closeness was leading to something more.

As the stream continued, comments flooded in, highlighting Matt's gentle demeanor with me. “Seeing Matt so gentle when he's with Y/N is really heartwarming,” one viewer remarked. The chat was filled with admiration for the tenderness that came out when Matt was with me, a softer side he rarely showed.

Other viewers were delighted by the revelation, and some even playfully teased us about our dynamics, using it as an opportunity for humor. “Y/N and Matt, the cutest duo,” one message read, followed by a string of laughing emojis. Another said, “Matt's got a soft spot for Y/N, it's obvious,” sparking a series of teasing and playful comments.

As Matt scanned the chat, a particular comment caught his attention, his gaze lingering. He pointed to it for me to see, and there it was, a message that stirred the chat's curiosity:

“Matt is definitely in love with Y/N.”

His expression remained composed, but there was a flicker of recognition in his eyes.

Matt leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a hushed whisper in my ear. “How did they know?” he asked, his tone filled with a mixture of surprise and amusement. My heart skipped a beat as I registered his words, realizing what he was implying. It was as if he was dropping a hint, giving me an indirect confirmation of where his feelings stood.

The moment was charged with emotion, the stream temporarily forgotten as we shared this meaningful exchange. I knew that something was shifting between us. Matt's comment wasn't just a joke in response to the chat's observation— it was a confession, a gentle acknowledgment of his feelings for me.

I looked down at Matt, my arms still embracing him, and our eyes met. He looked up at me with a vulnerable expression, his eyes holding a soft wonder, doe-like in their tenderness. I whispered, my voice tinged with both surprise and hope, “Really?”

Matt nodded, a soft smile tugging at the corners of his lips. His expression was a mix of vulnerability and assurance, as if he was trusting me with a piece of himself. The moment hung in the air, a silent understanding passing between us, confirming that there was more to our connection than mere friendship.

As I nestled my head on his shoulder, a mix of emotions swirling inside me, Matt's hand found its way to my forearm. The casual touch sent a shiver through me, fueling the quiet electricity between us.

I hid my flushed cheeks in the crook of his neck, knowing that the chat was likely filled with playful remarks about our closeness. The intimacy of the moment felt both exhilarating and terrifying, as I realized the depth of my feelings for Matt.

Matt's attention turned to me, his voice dropping to a whisper in my ear. “It's so hard not to kiss you right now,” he confessed softly, his words heavy with a mix of desire and longing.

The words sent a jolt of electricity through me, my heart racing at the thought of his lips on mine. The tension in the room was palpable, and it seemed as if time had frozen for a moment. His hand on my forearm was the only thing grounding me from floating away in a whirl of emotions.

Lost in Matt's embrace, I whispered, “End the stream,” my voice barely audible but clear enough for Matt to hear. The world around us seemed to narrow down to just the two of us, our connection, and the delicate balance of our emotions.

“It’s getting late chat so I’m going to end stream now, it was nice talking to you guys and thank you all for all the subs today that I missed, we love you!” we both waved bye and he gently ended the stream, the screen fading to black. The chat, though disappointed, was left wondering what was going on and about the unspoken connection between us.

After ending the stream, I slowly withdrew my arms from around Matt's shoulders, the air between us heavy with anticipation. He rose from his chair, wrapping one arm around my waist and his other gently cupping my chin.

Our eyes locked, and he gently leaned in, his lips meeting mine in a tender kiss. It was a moment filled with warmth and intimacy, the culmination of unspoken feelings becoming a tangible reality.

As our lips met, Matt's touch was gentle and tender, his lips soft against mine. The kiss started gently, but Matt slowly deepened it, introducing a passion that matched the depth of our affection.

Our bodies pressed closer together, our hearts beating in sync, as if we were two pieces of a puzzle completing each other. As our kiss intensified, a soft moan escaped me, a sound of pure desire and the longing we had both been holding back.

As our kiss deepened, my arms reached up to wrap around Matt's neck, my fingers instinctively finding their way into his soft hair. I pulled him closer, the physical connection heightening the emotional intimacy we shared.

Our bodies were now fully intertwined, as if we were two souls becoming one. The world around us faded away, leaving only the passion of our embrace and the love that grew between us.

With our kiss growing deeper and more passionate, Matt gently walked us towards the bed, guiding me onto the soft surface. Our lips never broke contact as he hovered over me, his body pressing against mine, the intensity of our emotions palpable between us. It felt as if we were the only two souls in the world, lost in our connection and the promise of what was to come next.

The kiss continued, our lips exploring each other's with a growing urgency. In the midst of it, Matt smiled against my lips, the gesture breaking the momentary immersion. I pulled back, puzzled by the interruption, and playfully asked, “What?” Matt's reply came without hesitation, his voice low and filled with sincerity, “I love you.”

His words hung in the air, their significance settling in my being. I looked into his eyes, searching for any hint of hesitation, and found only sincerity and vulnerability. Time seemed to stand still as I processed the weight of those three words.

Our connection, already profound, took on new meaning, filled with love and a depth of understanding that transcended words. I pulled him closer, my own feelings overwhelming me, and whispered, “I love you too.” Our lips met again, the kiss a proclamation of our commitment to each other.

⤹ ⊹ 𝐅𝐎𝐑 @st6rify ୨୧ 🐈‍⬛ ₊˚๑ ❤︎︎

[freshl6ve]

𝐂𝐇𝐑𝐈𝐒.𝐒 | 𝐒𝐀𝐅𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐍

SFW!! | 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑─𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐊

₊⊹⁀➴ : Chris and Y/N, once inseparable best friends, have grown distant as Chris’s fame with his two brothers keeps him constantly on the move. After months of barely seeing each other, Chris finally manages to carve out some time and invites Y/N to escape the pressures of his high-profile life. They venture to a secluded natural haven, where a serene river winds through the landscape, surrounded by lush greenery and the calm of the countryside.

𝐀 𝐅𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐇𝐋𝟔𝐕𝐄 𝐎𝐍𝐄-𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐓 𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐋

˚⊱🦌⊰˚ : 𝐀𝐬 𝐰𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐮𝐬𝐡 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐲𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞, I couldn't help but feel a mix of excitement and nervousness. It had been months since I last saw Chris, and the distance between us had been palpable. He walked ahead of me, his hands buried in his pockets, expertly leading the way to some distant spot I'd never visited before.

“Where are we going, Chris?” I asked, breaking the silence.

Chris glanced over his shoulder, a sly smile playing on his lips. “You'll see,” he replied mysteriously. His cryptic response only served to pique my curiosity.

We continued walking, the soft crunch of gravel beneath our feet the only sound besides the gentle rustling of the leaves. The tranquility of the surroundings was almost magical, with the sun casting long shadows through the trees.

After a while, we arrived at a remote clearing, hidden among the foliage. The view was breathtaking— a rushing river cut through the landscape, surrounded by vibrant green grass and wildflowers. It was almost like we had stumbled upon a secret paradise, untouched by the outside world.

“We're here,” Chris stated simply, gesturing for me to take a seat on a large rock nearby. I obliged, looking around in awe at the peaceful surroundings. For a while, we just sat there, enjoying the silence, the sound of the river filling the air.

“It's beautiful,” I finally said, feeling a pang of nostalgia as I glanced at Chris.

Chris leaned back, his eyes fixed on the river, a thoughtful expression on his face. He looked different somehow, more mature than when I'd seen him last. The weight of fame and responsibility seemed to hang upon him like an invisible mantle.

“I’ve missed this.” he confessed, his voice quiet. He picked up a small rock, skipping it across the surface of the river. The sound of the splashing water seemed to break the tension between us.

I couldn’t help but agree with him, the peacefulness of our surroundings was a much-needed reprieve from the chaos of the world. I turned to look at Chris.

As I looked at his face, I realized how much he had changed. The childish roundness of his cheeks had subsided, replaced by sharper contours that outlined his masculine features. The freckles that covered his face as a kid were still there but had faded into a mere dusting across his nose. His jawline, now more defined, was a testament to the maturity he had gained over the past years.

There was something else too, something that went beyond the physical changes. A certain intensity in his eyes, a quiet authority in his demeanor that hadn't been there before. It was both familiar and foreign at the same time.

Chris seemed to sense my unease. He turned to look at me, his gaze meeting mine. For a moment, we just looked at each other, the silence between us speaking volumes. There was so much unsaid, so much to be addressed, but neither of us knew where to begin.

The sun was starting to set, casting a golden hue over the landscape. The river, now a sparkling ribbon of light, seemed to reflect the turmoil in my mind. I took a deep breath, trying to gather my thoughts, but before I could say anything, Chris spoke up.

“I missed you,” he confessed, his tone blunt and honest. His words caught me off guard, the raw emotion behind them surprising me. I swallowed hard, the lump in my throat growing.

Chris shifted on the rock, his expression turning serious. “I really did miss you, Y/N,” he said, his voice quiet but intense. “And I regret not doing anything about it. Not reaching out. I just... I got caught up in everything.”

I sighed, feeling the weight of Chris's regret. “Don't beat yourself up, Chris,” I said, offering a small, reassuring smile. “It's fine.”

Chris shook his head, his expression growing solemn. “It's not fine,” he retorted, his voice edged with regret. “We stopped talking because of me. And yet, here you are, still willing to give me the time of day after months of silence.”

I didn't know what to say. His words echoed my own thoughts, the unspoken truth between us laid bare. I looked down at my hands, fidgeting with the hem of my shirt.

Chris picked up his fitted hat and ran a hand through his hair, his frustration evident. “I don't deserve it, Y/N. I don't deserve you being this understanding all the time.”

I looked up, meeting his gaze. I could see the guilt and self-disappointment etched in his features, and it pained me to see him like that.

“Chris, stop,” I stated firmly. “You can't keep carrying this guilt. It's not fair to you, and it's not fair to me. We're both here now, aren’t we?”

He looked at me, his eyes searching my face for a moment. He exhaled, a heavy sigh escaping his lips.

“We are,” he said finally, his voice laced with resignation. “But it doesn't change the fact that I let us drift apart.”

Chris let out a shaky breath, his shoulders slumping in defeat. “I let my feelings get involved too,” he confessed, his voice barely above a whisper. The confession hung in the air like a confession, the truth finally spoken out loud.

I felt the weight of his words sink in, the realization hitting me like a ton of bricks. So it wasn't just his growing fame that had caused the distance between us. There was more to it, something deeper.

“What do you mean?” I managed to ask, my voice quivering slightly.

Chris closed his eyes for a moment, taking a deep breath. When he opened them again, his gaze was intense, filled with unspoken emotions.

“I'm in love with you,” he confessed, his voice shaky but determined. “I've been trying to deny it, to convince myself it's just a passing feeling. But the more I tried to ignore it, the more it consumed me.”

“I was scared,” he continued, his voice filled with pain and guilt. “I didn't know what to do. So I just... I just pushed you away. I thought if I kept my distance, it would go away. But it didn't. It only made me miss you more.”

Chris shook his head, looking at me with a mixture of pain and regret. “It wasn't the fame that pushed me away from you, Y/N,” he confessed, his tone filled with anguish. “It was me. It was me that pushed myself away. I let my fears and insecurities get the best of me, and I let them ruin what we had.”

“I was so stupid,” he continued, his voice hoarse. “I couldn't accept the way I felt about you, and instead of being honest with you or even myself, I just shut you out. I can't even begin to tell you how much I regret that.”

I could see the raw emotion in his eyes, the self-hatred and regret clear in his expression. It pained me to see him like this, to know that I had been collateral damage in his struggle to come to terms with his own feelings.

As Chris spoke, revealing the pain and regret he had been carrying, I instinctually reached out, my hand finding his forearm. The gesture was more a reflex than anything, a silent assurance that I was there, listening.

Chris stopped speaking, surprised by the contact. I pulled him closer, gently tugging on his arm until he was standing between my legs, looking down at me.

The proximity, the rawness of the moment, made my heart pound in my chest. I could see the conflict in his eyes, the battle between fear and desire. He must've felt it too, that magnetic pull that had always existed between us but had been hidden behind layers of denial and confusion.

“Y/N,” he muttered, his voice a whisper. “I don't deserve this. I don't deserve your understanding, your forgiveness.”

I shook my head, my hand reaching up to touch his face, my fingertips tracing the sharp angles of his jaw. “It's not about what you deserve, Chris,” I replied, my voice gentle, yet firm. “It's about what we both feel.”

Chris leaned into my touch, his eyes closing as if he was savoring the contact. A moment of silence passed between us, the only sound the rushing of the river and our intertwined breaths. It was a moment of vulnerability, of honesty, and it was more intimate than I could've imagined.

I couldn't help but admire him as he stood there, the fading sunlight casting a golden glow over his features. Time seemed to stand still as I traced the familiar contours of his face, the sharp lines of his jaw, the scattering of freckles across his nose and cheeks, the soft curve of his lips.

“You know,” I murmured, my fingers gently tracing his jawline, “I’ve always enjoyed admiring your face”

My eyes roamed over his face, mapping out every feature, every detail. Like a treasure map, each freckle and contour held a story. “Your face is a canvas,” I whispered, my voice soft, filled with affection. “Each line, each freckle, each curve a unique brushstroke, telling tales of laughter and sorrow, joy and pain.”

My fingers continued their gentle journey, tracing his lips now, the soft skin warm under my touch. “And these,” I added, my thumb brushing over his lower lip. “These are the curves that could make poets write sonnets.”

I smiled up at him, my fingers continuing their soft caress over his face. His eyes, now focused on mine, were a mesmerizing shade of blue— the deep, bottomless blue of a summer sky on a clear day.

“Your eyes,” I confessed, my voice a whisper, “I’ve always admired them the most. And when I miss you, when you're not around, I always remember them. How they used to look into mine when we laughed, when we talked, when we shared moments of silence.”

His eyes widened slightly, a mix of surprise and tenderness in them. I could see the effect my words were having on him, the way his gaze intensified, becoming even more captivating in the golden light of the setting sun.

“Whenever I closed my eyes,” I continued, my fingers now tracing his eyebrows, “Whenever I felt lonely, your eyes would flash into my mind, reminding me of what 'home' felt like.”

Chris swallowed hard, his eyes never leaving mine. The raw sincerity in my words was making him emotional, his guard dropping further with each passing moment.

I cupped his face in my hands now, my touch gentle yet possessive. “You know, you've always been my safe haven,” I confessed softly, my thumbs caressing his cheeks. “Your eyes, your presence, everything about you has always been my source of comfort.”

He closed his eyes, leaning into my touch, as if trying to soak in my words, my touch, my presence. I could feel the shift in him, the walls coming down, the vulnerability and rawness in his expression now completely exposed.

“Promise me something,” I murmured, my voice barely above a breath, my heart racing.

Chris opened his eyes again, the deep blue now swimming with a mix of emotions. “Anything,” he breathed out, his voice hoarse.

I took a deep breath, my gaze locking onto his. “Promise me you won't push me away again,” I stated, my tone firm. “Promise me you won't run from what you feel. From what I feel.”

Chris nodded, a silent promise in his eyes. He reached up, covering my hands with his own, his touch as gentle as his voice. “I promise,” he vowed, the words a solemn oath.

Chris leaned closer, his face inches from mine. The air between us was charged with tension and unspoken words, the weight of our feelings hanging over us like a tangible force. His eyes, still fixed on mine, were now dark and intense, full of a desire that he was finally allowing himself to feel.

He moved closer, our breaths intertwining, the space between us almost non-existent.

His gaze darted down to my lips, then back up to my eyes, a question in his eyes, a hesitation. I could see the internal struggle within him, the need to close the gap between us battling with whatever fears still held him back.

I held his gaze, my eyes steady and sure. A silent confirmation, a permission.

That was all the encouragement he needed. With a soft exhale, he leaned in, closing the gap. The moment our lips touched, it was like a spark had gone off. All the tension, the months of longing and denied desire, exploded into this single, sweet, tender kiss.

The world around us faded into the background, the only thing I could focus on was the feel of his lips against mine, the way our bodies seemed to fit together perfectly. It wasn't just a kiss, it was like finally coming home after a long, lonely journey.

His hand moved to my cheek, cradling my face gently, his thumb tracing the contour of my jaw, his touch both tender and desperate. The kiss deepened, our mouths moving together in a silent, intimate dance.

I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him closer, our bodies now pressing against each other. The world could've ended at this moment, and I wouldn't have cared. All that mattered was the feel of him against me, the taste of him on my lips.

The kiss continued, each second bringing us even closer together, the last barriers falling away amidst the sound of the river's soft current and the rustling of the trees. Time seemed to stand still as our emotions swirled around us like the sunlight through the leaves, bright, warm, and all-consuming.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, we slowly pulled apart, breaths mingling, our foreheads resting against each other. The world came back into focus, the sounds of nature grounding us in reality again. We stayed like that for a moment, savoring the aftermath of that one, perfect kiss.

Chris pulled back slightly, his gaze fixated on my face. A soft smile curved his lips as he looked at me, his eyes taking in every feature, from my messy hair to my flushed cheeks.

“God, you're beautiful,” he murmured, his voice low and sincere. His fingers traced the line of my jaw, then moved upwards, gently brushing a stray strand of hair away from my face.

Chris stopped his admiring for a moment, his eyes finally settling on mine. The intensity in his gaze was almost overwhelming, the depth of his emotions now completely laid bare.

“I love you.”

The words slipped out, raw, honest, and completely unfiltered. “I think I've always loved you. I just was too scared to admit it to myself, let alone to you.”

He took a deep breath, his thumb tracing the line of my jaw again, his touch gentle and tender. “All those months of pushing you away,” he continued, his voice thick with regret, “All those times I convinced myself I didn't feel anything... it was all a lie. A lie I told myself so I could avoid confronting what I really felt for you.”

His hand rested on my cheek now, his palm warm against my skin. “But I can't lie anymore,” he murmured, his voice a whisper. “I can't keep running from this, from us. I love you, Y/N. I love you so goddamn much.”

The words hung in the air, the weight of their meaning sinking in for both of us. I reached up, covering his hand with my own, leaning into his touch. I could feel the truth of his words in the rapid beat of his heart, the sincerity in his eyes, and the way he held me as if I was the most precious thing in his world.

“I love you too, Chris,”

I whispered, my voice choked with emotion. “And I always have. Through all the distance and the silence, my love for you never faded, it only grew stronger.”

He pulled me closer, his arms wrapping around me, holding me tightly against his chest. “I don't deserve you,” he murmured against my hair, his voice filled with a mix of joy and lingering guilt. “After everything, you should hate me. But you don't.”

I chuckled softly, my fingers tracing the line of his jaw. "Shut up and kiss me."

Chris' eyes widened for a moment, surprised by my demand. But then he smiled, a wide, genuine smile that lit up his face. Without another word, he obliged, his lips meeting mine in a kiss that was both eager and tender, all at once.

Without breaking the kiss, Chris wrapped his arms around my waist, lifting me off the rock as effortlessly as if I weighed nothing. I wrapped my legs around his hips, our bodies now pressed against each other, the space between us nonexistent.

I pulled back slightly, a playful smile on my lips. “Mr Commitment Issues is confessing his love to me now?”

Chris rolled his eyes, but he was clearly amused by my remark, a smirk playing on his lips. “You're going to hold that over my head, aren't you?”

“Oh, absolutely,” I replied, grinning up at him. “I'm never letting you forget that you actually said the words ‘I love you.’I thought pigs would start flying before that ever happened.”

He chuckled, the sound deep and throaty, sending a pleasant shiver down my spine. “Well, I guess miracles do happen,” he murmured, gently cupping my face in his hands. “Because here I am, committing the ultimate sin for a man with commitment issues.”

“And what sin is that, exactly?” I asked, my tone still playful. He leaned in, his lips hovering just above mine, his eyes dark and intense.

“The sin of being completely and utterly in love with you,” he whispered, his breath warm against my skin.

Chris leaned in, his forehead resting against mine. “I love you,” he whispered, his lips brushing against mine as he spoke, sending a flutter through my heart.

I smiled, my fingers gently running through the hairs at the back of his neck. “I love you too,” I replied, my voice a soft, whispered murmur against his lips.

Before he could say anything else, I pulled him closer, our lips meeting in a deep, passionate kiss, our unspoken confessions hanging in the air around us.

The kiss was like a declaration, a confirmation of everything we had just confessed to each other. Our lips moved together, our breaths mingling, our bodies pressed closely. The sound of the river faded into the background, leaving only the steady beat of our hearts and the softness of our whispered ‘I love you’s’ echoing between us.

[freshl6ve]

𝐂𝐇𝐑𝐈𝐒.𝐒 | 𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐇 𝐐𝐔𝐂𝐊𝐈𝐄

NSFW!! | 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑─𝐋��𝐍𝐊

₊⊹⁀➴ : At the bustling Summer Smash festival in Chicago, Chris Sturniolo and his brother Matt, accompanied by Y/N, navigate through the lively crowds. The brothers are frequently recognized and asked for photos, adding to the festival's electric atmosphere. As the day progresses, Chris’s excitement grows, particularly for his upcoming performance with his favorite artist, Lil Skies. Feeling overwhelmed and craving a brief escape from the festival's chaos, Chris becomes eager for a quick, intimate moment. He convinces Y/N to return to the hotel with him, seeking a private retreat before he hits the stage. Their hurried getaway provides a moment of connection amidst the festival frenzy.

𝐀 𝐅𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐇𝐋𝟔𝐕𝐄 𝐎𝐍𝐄-𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐓 𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐋

˚⊱🦌⊰˚ : 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐢𝐫 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐔𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐚𝐫 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐬 𝐈 𝐬𝐢𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐌𝐚𝐭𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬. The city of Chicago blurs outside the window, a dizzying mix of tall buildings and summery sun. The energy in the cab is palpable; Chris is bouncing his leg up and down nervously while Matt scrolls through his phone, seemingly unfazed.

“Can you believe it's finally here?” Chris exclaims, breaking the silence. “Lil Skies is about to be right in front of me man, this is crazy!”

Matt chuckles, glancing at his brother. “You've been talking about this nonstop for months. I'm surprised you haven't lost your voice yet.”

Chris grins widely, unabashed in his excitement. “How could I not? He's been my favorite artist for years now. It's like a dream come true, man. I just hope I don't embarrass myself when I meet him later.”

I turn to Chris, offering a reassuring smile. “You won't embarrass yourself, Chris. You guys are practically best friends at this point. Remember when you went on stage with him last year? Everything went smoothly then, and it'll be the same this time.”

Chris lets out a sigh of relief, his leg finally stilling. “Yeah, yeah you're right. I just get so nervous sometimes, you know? I don't want to say something stupid or just embarrass myself”

I reach out and place my hand gently on Chris's thigh, giving it a comforting squeeze. “You'll be fine, Chris. You're one of the most genuine and charismatic people I know. Skies loves you, just like everyone else does.”

Chris glances down at my hand on his thigh, a touch of bashfulness in his expression. He smiles softly, his nervous energy seemingly soothed by my gesture.

“Thanks,” he says quietly, his voice laced with a hint of vulnerability. Matt looks up from his phone, catching our interaction and smirking to himself.

The Uber comes to a gradual stop outside the festival grounds. I reach for my bag as Chris and Matt gather their things.

“Thank you so much,” I say to the driver, adding a generous tip on my phone. Matt thanks the driver as well, and the three of us step out of the car and into the chaotic frenzy of the festival.

Chris, still holding my hand, looks at both me and Matt with an excited gleam in his eyes. “Skies invited me to hang out at his artist venue before his set. Let's head over there before the crowds get even crazier.”

Matt nods, following Chris's lead as we navigate together through the festival grounds. People recognize us every so often, asking for photos or short videos. Chris and Matt oblige graciously, their easy charm on full display. However, Chris seems to be focused on one thing entirely now— getting to the artist venue quickly.

As we're walking, a familiar voice calls out from the crowd. “Chris! Matt!”

We turn to see a group of fans standing nearby, waving and smiling. Chris and Matt immediately respond with waves and friendly greetings, taking a moment to stop and chat. I stand back a bit, giving them space to interact with their fans.

The fans around us recognize me too, and some of them ask for pictures with me as well. I happily oblige, posing for a few quick snaps while smiling warmly. A few of them also ask if I can take pictures of them with Chris and Matt, and I nod, holding up my phone to capture the precious moments.

The fan interaction goes on for a few more minutes, with Chris and Matt, chatting with their fans. Even though Chris was eager to get to the artist venue, he never rushes the fans, genuinely taking the time to make each interaction special.

During our interaction with the fans, several of them compliment me, expressing how pretty they think I am and how lucky I am to spend time with Chris and Matt. Chris, always observant, overhears these comments and a subtle smile tugs at the corners of his lips. He's used to some fans feeling possessive or jealous about interactions with girls, so it's a pleasant change for him to see the fans being supportive.

Amidst the flurry of compliments, one fan curiously asks me, “Are you and Chris dating?” I quickly respond, my tone casual, “No, we're just really good close friends.”

Chris stands close by, listening in and noticing the subtle change in my demeanor. It's not that we're ashamed to be a couple, but we just aren't quite ready to share that news publicly.

The fan nods in understanding, seemingly satisfied with my response. However, Chris can't help but steal a quick glance at me. He appreciates the fact that I chose not to reveal our relationship at this moment, knowing that when we're ready to make our love public, we'll do it on our own terms.

Matt glances down at his phone, noticing the time. He leans into Chris, speaking quietly in his ear, “We need to go, more people are coming in.”

Chris nods, addressing the fans once more. “It was nice meeting you guys. Remember to stay hydrated, it's going to be a hot one out here today.” He then takes my hand firmly, signaling that it's time to move on.

With a final wave to the fans, Chris resumes leading the way through the festival grounds, his hand still firmly grasping mine. The crowds seem to get denser as we approach the artist venue. Chris's impatience to see Skies becomes more evident, his steps quicker now.

We weave through the throngs of people, the buzz of excitement in the air growing louder with each step. As we near the entrance to the artists' area, I can feel Chris's grip on my hand tighten. Security guards stand at the gate, checking credentials before letting anyone through.

Chris and Matt both pull out their all-access passes, flashing them to the guards. The guards nod in acknowledgment, giving us a cursory glance, and then wave us through. We pass a few other artists loitering around, some familiar, some not, but Chris is focused on one thing only— Skies.

The artist area is a whole different world compared to the festival outside. It's still bustling, but it feels more contained and intimate. We spot Skies across the room, chatting with his crew. Chris's eyes light up as he spots his friend, and he quickens his pace, pulling me along with him.

As we approach, Chris and Skies immediately spot each other. Chris lets go of my hand, his face breaking into a huge smile. He and Skies greet each other with a dap, pulling each other into a tight hug. Matt joins in, greeting Skies with the same enthusiasm.

Skies notices my presence and asks casually, “Who's your plus one?”Chris grins and introduces me, “Oh, this is my girl, Y/N. She came along with us this year.”

“Y/N this is Skies, Skies this is Y/N” I smile and shake Skies's hand, introducing myself, “Nice to meet you.” Skies returns the smile, saying, “The pleasure is all mine.”

Now that introductions are out of the way, the guys fall into easy conversation, swapping stories and catching up. Skies is genuinely happy to see Chris, his warm smile never leaving his face. Matt chimes in occasionally, keeping the conversation lighthearted and friendly. For a moment, they almost forget I'm standing there, until Chris subtly puts his arm around my waist, pulling me a little closer.

As they chat, I stand there quietly, occasionally glancing over at Chris. His hand rests comfortably around my waist, his thumb rubbing small circles against my hip. Every now and then he glances at me, shooting me a soft smile before rejoining the conversation with Skies and Matt.

While the guys talk, I pull out my phone to check something. A mischievous idea pops into my head, and I say jokingly, “Chris, say cheese”

Chris, always game, grins and poses, throwing a peace sign and sticking out his tongue. I snap a picture, then continue taking a few more fun snaps of him in different goofy poses. Suddenly, he grabs my phone and leans in and plant a small kiss on my lips, snapping one more pic for good measure.

Matt, who was watching our little photo session with an amused expression, chuckles and jokingly rolls his eyes. “Can you two get a room or something?”

I playfully swat him on the arm, while Chris laughs, his arm still around my shoulder. We're all having a good time, caught up in the lighthearted banter and the carefree atmosphere of the festival.

The guys continue their conversation, their voices blending into the background noise of the artist area. Chris's arm stays wrapped around my shoulder, his thumb idly drawing circles on my skin through my shirt. Despite the chaotic buzz around us, this simple gesture grounds me, reminding me that he's here with me, that we're sharing this experience together.

As I listen to the guys chatting, I can't help but feel a sense of contentment. Being here with Chris, experiencing this moment with him... it's perfect.

The conversation between the guys ebbs and flows, covering a range of topics from music to recent events. Chris occasionally chimes in with a witty comment or a humorous anecdote, earning laughs from both me and the others. In between conversations, he would sneak a quick glance at me, his gaze warm and affectionate, before returning to the discussion.

As the conversation continues, Chris gently pulls me in front of him, his arms wrapping around my waist like they were made to fit there. He pulls me a little closer, my back resting against his chest, his chin resting on my shoulder.

In this position, I can feel the steady rise and fall of his chest against my back, his breath warm against my neck. His touch is comforting, anchoring me to him.

As the guys continue talking, I lean back just slightly, unintentionally pushing back against Chris. His breath hitches slightly at the contact, his arms instinctively tightening around my waist. We're so close that I can feel the beating of his heart against my back, the steady rhythm picking up just a notch.

Realizing the unintentional touch, I quickly apologize. “Oh, sorry,” I murmur, glancing back at Chris.

He just laughs softly, his lips brushing against my ear as he replies, “You don't need to apologize. I don't mind.”

As Chris's lips brush against my ear, a playful thought crosses my mind. I feign offense and whisper back, “Chris, behave yourself. We're in public, remember”

He chuckles softly, pulling me closer, “Can't help it, ma. You make it too hard to be good.” I slap his arm lightly, pretending to be upset but unable to suppress a smile. “You're incorrigible.”

As the guys continue to chat, Chris leans in, his lips close to my ear. He whispers so only I can hear, “Wanna go back to the hotel room and help me relax a bit?”

His voice is sultry, a hint of desire in his tone. I can feel his breath against my skin, stirring something within me. I reply quietly, “What about Matt?”

Chris glances toward Matt, who is now engaged in conversation with Skies. He's unlikely to notice our absence right away. “Matt's busy, he won't mind,” he says, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

I pretend to consider it, playing along with his game, “Are you sure?”

Chris turns to Matt and Skies, interrupting their conversation. “Hey, I just remembered... I left my hoodie at the hotel room.” Matt rolls his eyes, muttering under his breath, “I told you to grab it before we left, you idiot.”

“I know, I thought I wasn’t going to need it though” Chris glances at Skies and Matt, his plan formulating. “I’m gonna go back to the hotel really quick to grab it. I should be back before you go on stage”

Skies just nodded. Chris grabs my hand firmly, his fingers intertwined with mine, and leads me out of the Artist venue. We exit the noisy, chaotic area, making our way through the main festival grounds. He pulls out his phone, quickly requesting an Uber to the hotel.

As we walk, fans occasionally call out for Chris to stop and chat. However, Chris, focused on his plan, keeps his pace steady. He shoots apologetic smiles to the fans and waves. He's keen to get to the hotel, knowing that he has to be back in time for Skies' performance.

A few fans try to approach, but Chris politely declines, explaining that he's on a bit of a time crunch. He keeps his pace quick, his hand firmly around mine. A few disappointed fans call out after us, but he doesn't stop.

We reach a fairly quiet spot away from the main crowds, waiting for the Uber to arrive. He glances down at his phone, checking to see how long until the car arrives.

A few minutes later, a car pulls up, and we get in. The Uber driver greets us, and Chris gives him the hotel address.

We buckle up as the car pulls away, and I glance at Chris, a small smirk playing on my lips. He notices and gives me a sly smile in return, seemingly proud of his little plan.

During the ride, Chris's hand rests on my thigh, his thumb drawing small circles. His touch is warm and reassuring, and I can feel the tension in his body, knowing he's eager for what's to come.

We chat idly with the Uber driver, maintaining a casual demeanor externally, albeit a hint of anxiousness and anticipation beneath the surface.

As the car continues through the city, heading towards the hotel, we talk about mundane topics, keeping things light and easy. All the while, I can feel the air of expectancy growing in the small car. Chris's hand on my thigh occasionally tightens, his touch a silent message of his desire and impatience.

The drive goes by quickly, and soon we arrive at the hotel. Chris pays the Uber driver and we get out of the car, his hand taking mine once more as we enter the hotel lobby.

We make our way to the elevator, waiting for a few moments until it arrives and we step inside. The second the elevator doors close, Chris's body is pressed against mine, pinning me against the wall. His lips find mine as he kisses me hungrily, his hands gripping my hips.

His touch is ardent, filled with the pent-up need that has been building since we left the festival grounds. His tongue glides against my own, igniting a fire deep within me.

He pulls me closer, his body flush against mine, his hands gripping my hips with a possessive touch. I can feel his heart racing, the rapid rhythm mirroring my own. I respond to his kiss, my hands clinging to the fabric of his shirt as he explores my mouth intently.

The elevator ride seems to be taking forever, but we're too lost in each other to care. All that matters is this moment, this passionate exchange of desire.

The elevator pings, signaling our arrival at our floor, and the doors open. Chris breaks the kiss, though reluctantly, and grabs my hand tightly. He leads the way out of the elevator, striding purposefully down the corridor towards our room.

His steps are hurried, filled with a mixture of impatience and urgency. I follow behind him, feeling the excitement and determination radiating from his every move.

Chris pulls the key card from his wallet with a swift, almost frantic, motion. He opens the door, pushing it open wide before immediately pinning me against it. The door closes behind us, shutting out the outside world and enclosing us in private seclusion.

His body is pressed against me once more, trapping me between him and the door. His hands find their way to my waist, his mouth reclaiming mine in a possessive kiss.

He kisses me fiercely, his tongue delving into my mouth with a sense of urgency, as if he's starving for me. His hands grip my hips, holding me in place, while he deepens the kiss. I respond eagerly, my hands tangling in his hair, pulling him closer.

He presses himself against me, his body hot against mine, the evidence of his desire evident as he grinds his hips into me.

Chris's lips find their way to my neck, mouthing along the sensitive skin. His kisses are firm, nipping and sucking at the tender flesh. I gasp, my head tipping back, a soft moan of pleasure escaping my lips as I breathe out his name.

“Chris...,” I whisper breathlessly, my fingers digging into his shoulders.

He hums against my neck, the vibration sending a shiver down my spine. His tongue glides over the spot he just kissed, and then he nips at my earlobe, his teeth gently tracing the line of my ear.

“Say it again,” he murmurs, his breath hot against my skin. “Say my name again.”

I comply, repeating his name in a breathless whisper. “Chris,” I breathe, my fingers running softly through his hair. “Chris...”

He groans, his lips trailing down my neck to my collarbone, his hands moving to the hem of my shirt, his touch urgent and impatient.

Without breaking the kiss, Chris slides his hands down to my thighs, gripping them tightly. In one swift motion, he lifts me off the ground, my legs wrapping around his waist instinctively.

He carries me across the room, his lips still pressed against mine, and crosses to the bed. He lays me down gently, following me down and settling between my legs, his body pressing into mine.

The mattress dips under our weight, causing the bed to creak softly. His body is hot and firm against mine, his hands roaming under my shirt, leaving trails of fire on my skin. I arch into him, my body craving his touch, wanting more.

The room is filled with the sound of our ragged breaths, the air heavy with the palpable tension between us.

Chris kisses a trail down my throat, his hands slowly pushing my shirt up as he goes. He pulls back for a moment, his eyes dark with desire, and tugs my shirt over my head, tossing it aside.

His gaze roams over my bare skin, admiration and hunger in his eyes. “So beautiful,” he murmurs, his hands trailing down my body, his touch leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake.

Chris's hands slide down to my hips, his fingers finding the zipper of my skirt. He pulls it down slowly, his eyes locked on mine as he does so. The denim slides down my legs, leaving me in only my underwear and bra.

His gaze roams over my body, appreciating every dip and curve, his hands roaming over my newly exposed skin.

Chris moves over me, his body hovering above mine. He gazes down at me for a moment, his eyes filled with affection and desire, before ducking his head down and kissing me deeply.

His lips are firm and insistent against mine, his tongue seeking entrance to my mouth. I melt into him, hands grasping at his back, pulling him closer, my body on fire with need.

I feel a sudden rush of boldness and determination, inspired by both the heated moment and my desire to help him relax. With a surprising strength, I push against his chest, flipping us over so that he's now laying under me, his back against the bed.

I settle myself on top of him, legs straddling his hips, and regard him with a playful smirk. “Let me help you relax those nerves before you go on stage with Skies.”

Chris stares up at me, surprise and excitement sparkling in his eyes. A slow, sultry smile spreads across his face as he realizes my intentions. His hands find my bare thighs, his fingers tracing lazy patterns on my skin.

“Oh, ma,” he purrs, his voice huskier than usual. “You're more than welcomed to help me relax in any way you want.”

I lean down, capturing his lips in a soft, but firm kiss. When I break away, I murmur against his skin, “Good. Now relax and focus on me.”

With that, I begin trailing kisses down his neck, my lips gently nipping at the sensitive flesh. I can feel his pulse under my lips, racing and erratic.

His hands find purchase on my hips, his grip tight as I continue to pepper kisses along his neck and collarbone. I can feel his body responding to my touch, his breathing becoming more ragged, his heart rate increasing.

He lets out a low moan, his head tilting back against the pillow, his eyes closing as he focuses on the sensations my kisses are evoking in him.

My hands move to the hem of his shirt, my fingers tugging at the fabric gently. I slowly pull the shirt up his body, my hands tracing along his abdomen, feeling the taut, muscled flesh under my palms.

His skin is hot to the touch, his muscles flexing slightly at my touch. I hum appreciatively, my fingers exploring every dip and contour as I continue to reveal more of him.

I pull the shirt over his head and toss it aside, admiring his bare chest for a moment before continuing my assault. My lips find the hollow of his throat, my tongue tracing up to his Adam's apple. My hands move to his chest, exploring the planes of muscle and skin, my touch leaving a trail of heat in its wake.

Chris gasps softly, his back arching slightly, his hands gripping my hips tighter.

My mouth trails down his chest, my teeth gently nipping at the tender flesh. I focus on areas where the marks won't be easily visible once he wears his shirt again.

I leave a trail of kisses and gentle bites, my lips occasionally sucking at the skin, leaving small, red marks in my wake. Chris groans when I find a particularly sensitive spot on his chest, his body jerking slightly under my touch.

“God, ma,” he breathes, his voice thick with need. “You're driving me crazy.”

His fingers dig into my hips, his body arching up into mine. His eyes are dark with desire, his lips parted as he pants for breath.

I continue my descent, my lips and tongue mapping out his chest, my hands roaming over his muscled torso. He's responsive to my every touch, his body reacting to each caress.

My hands reach the waistband of his jeans, and I pause for a moment, looking up at him through my eyelashes. His gaze is hazy with desire, his eyes pleading silently for more.

I tease for a moment, my fingers grazing the skin just above his jeans, before I start to unbutton them, slowly pulling down the zipper.

I slip my hand into the opening, my fingers brushing against the hot, hard length of him. He groans low in his throat, his hips instinctively bucking forward as if seeking more contact. I wrap my hand around him, giving a slow, teasing stroke from base to tip.

Chris moans louder, his eyes fluttering shut as I continue to touch him with just the right amount of pressure and speed. I can feel him trembling slightly under my touch, and he whines softly, pushing himself further into my grip.

I pull his boxers down, revealing his fully erect cock. It stands proudly, thick and throbbing, the tip glistening with pre-cum. I wrap my lips around the head, teasingly licking at it before taking him into my mouth inch by delicious inch.

Chris moans and gasps with pleasure, his hands reaching down to grip the back of my head. He thrusts gently, slowly, savoring the feeling of my mouth on him. “Oh fuck,” he gasps out, his hips bucking involuntarily. “Your mouth... so fucking good.”

Chris whines and pleads, his breathing becoming more erratic as I continue to suck him. “Don’t stop... please don't stop,” he pants out, his fingers tangling in my hair. His hips buck faster, desperate for more friction, more pleasure.

I increase my pace, hollowing out my cheeks as I suck him harder. My tongue swirls around the head of his cock, teasing the sensitive spot just beneath it. Chris's whimpers and moans become more frantic, his grip on my hair tightening.

His body starts to tremble as I feel him reaching his climax. I redouble my efforts, taking him deeper, faster, until he's hitting the back of my throat with each thrust. Chris cries out, his voice raw with pleasure as he finally gives in, spilling hot ropes of cum down my throat.

Chris lies back, panting heavily, a satisfied smile on his face. I smirk, hovering over him, my fingers trailing teasingly down his chest. “Feel good?” I say, my voice low and husky. Chris blinks up at me, still trying to catch his breath.

Chris gave me a nod with a lazy smile on his face. I grin back, taking the opportunity to take off my bra, letting my breasts spill out into his view. I then slide off my underwear, leaving me completely naked in front of him.

I straddle Chris, my dripping wet pussy hovering just above his cock. I tease him, rubbing my folds against the length of his shaft, smearing my juices on him, making him twitch in response.

Chris wraps his arms around my waist, his hands digging into my hips as he effortlessly flips me over onto my back. He positions himself between my spread thighs, the tip of his cock pressing against my entrance. Without warning, he thrusts forward, burying himself deep inside me in one swift motion.

Chris starts to fuck me with a raw, primal hunger. With each thrust, he pounds into me deeper, harder than before, claiming every inch of my body. He lets out a guttural moan as he takes control, losing himself in the moment.

I arch my back, crying out in a mix of pleasure and pain as Chris continues to ravage me. “Chris, slow down,” I whimper, my voice barely above a breathless moan. But he doesn't listen, his pace relentless, driving into me with a force that makes my vision blur.

Chris slows down his pace, leaning over me to whisper in my ear. “You can take it,” he growls, his breath hot against my skin. He lifts my legs up over his shoulders, changing the angle of his thrusts and hitting a spot deep inside me that makes me gasp.

With my legs over his shoulders, Chris resumes his relentless pace, driving into me with a force that makes my whole body tremble. Every nerve ending is on fire, my breath hitching as I moan and whimper beneath him.

Chris's thrusts become even more brutal, his cock pounding into my drenched pussy with a wet, obscene sound. My inner walls clench around him, trying to milk his length, as my juices flow freely, coating his shaft and dripping down onto the sheets beneath us.

Chris grabs ahold of my hips, pulling me roughly against him as he fucks me with an intensity that makes my whole body tremble. My moans turn into screams as I feel myself nearing the edge, my muscles tensing and clenching with every brutal thrust.

As I shatter in a climax, my pussy clamping down on Chris's cock, he doesn't let up, continuing to pound into me with a primal, animalistic ferocity. My juices gush out around him, making the sounds of our flesh slapping together even louder and more lewd.

Chris breaks the kiss, trailing hot, desperate kisses down my neck and over my collarbone. When he reaches my ear, he growls softly, his hot breath sending chills down my spine. “You like it when I fuck you like this, don't you?”

Chris senses my reluctance to admit the truth, a wicked smirk playing on his lips. “Admit it, baby,” he murmurs, his fingers tracing teasing patterns on my skin. “You love it when I lose control and take you hard, just like this.”

A shiver runs through me at his words, my cheeks flushing with a mix of guilt and arousal. I can't deny the intense pleasure I felt when Chris let’s go and ravished me with primal desire. It was raw, animalistic, and utterly intoxicating.

Chris starts to move within me with long, slow thrusts, his cock sliding in and out of my depths with agonizing slowness. “Tell me,” he pants, his voice husky with desire, “how many times do you want me to fill this pretty little pussy with my cum?”

“Tell me, baby,” Chris growls, his thrusts getting faster and more forceful as he demands an answer. I can only whimper in response, my nails digging into his biceps as I hold onto him for dear life.

“Do you like it when I fuck you so deep, your tight little cunt is milking my cock for every drop of cum?” Chris asks, his words punctuated by harder, faster thrusts that make me cry out in ecstasy.

“Do you like it when I use you like my personal fuck toy, pounding you into the mattress until you can't walk straight?” Chris grits out, his hips slapping against mine with brutal force. “Do you crave the feeling of my cock claiming your throat, marking you as mine for everyone to see?”

“Do you love the way I make you scream, your pleasure so intense it borders on pain?” Chris snarls, his thrusts becoming a frenzied pace now. “Do you secretly hope I'll breed you raw, fill your fertile womb with my seed until you're swollen with my child?”

“Do you fucking like it?” Chris demands, his voice straining with pleasure as I clench around him, milking his cock for every last drop. “Say it, goddamn it!”

Chris grabs my face with one large hand, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of my cheeks as he thrusts himself in and out of me with brutal force. Spit drips from the corners of my mouth, tears streaming down my cheeks as I gasp for breath around him.

Chris fucks me mercilessly, the head of his cock battering against my cervix with every thrust. I moan around him, the sound muffled and desperate. “Please...more...Oh Chris, yes!”

The dirty talk and brutal fucking push me to the brink of sanity. I'm sobbing and moaning, begging for more, my nails leaving half-moon indents in Chris's skin as I cling to him for dear life. “F-fuck me harder! Fill me up, mark me as yours!”

Chris doesn't slow down, pumping his hips in a fast, hard rhythm that has the headboard slamming against the wall and bed frame creaking ominously under us. But he's close—I can feel him throbbing inside me, his thrusts becoming erratic and desperate.

“Shit, fuck, goddamn...” Chris chants, his balls slapping against my ass as he pounds into me. The sound of our bodies coming together again and again fills the room with a symphony of pleasure. “I'm going to fill you up, my dirty little slut.”

Chris leans down, his hot breath fanning over my neck. I wrap my arms around him, my fingers digging into the hard planes of his back as I hold him against me. His hair is a mess, sweat-dampened strands clinging to his forehead.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” Chris moans against my neck, his lips moving against my skin in a hot, open-mouthed kiss. His hips jerk, driving himself deeper, harder into me, the pleasure coiling tighter and tighter in our joined bodies.

The scratches on his back send a burst of pain through his body, but that pain only fuels his desire. “Shit,” he moans, his fingers digging into my hips as he draws me closer, his thrusts becoming rougher and more desperate.

The sound of our bodies coming together is loud and obscene, the scent of sex heavy in the air. Chris buries his face in my neck, his moans growing louder and more frantic as he feels himself on the edge. “Oh god, oh fuck, I'm gonna cum...”

He grits his teeth, fighting against the overwhelming pleasure that's threatening to consume him. “Fuck, baby, I can't...” Chris pants, his cock throbbing inside me as he prepares for his release.

And then the dam breaks. With a loud moan, I tighten around him, my walls spasming as my orgasm crashes over me. “Oh fuck, Chris!” I cry out, my fingers tangling in his hair as I ride out the waves of pleasure coursing through my body.

Chris gasps, his hips stuttering as the sensation of my quivering walls sparks a fresh surge of pleasure. “Fuck, Y/N... fuck,” he moans. He reaches down, his fingers brushing against my sensitive flesh, and I cry out, my grip on his forearm tightening as I'm overwhelmed by another surge of pleasure.

I'm so close to the edge, my entire body tensing up as I feel a third orgasm building inside me. I can feel myself getting closer and closer, my gasps turning into loud cries as my pleasure skyrockets. “Chris! Oh god, Chris!”

“Fuck, don't stop, Chris!” I beg him, my grip on his wrist tightening as I'm overtaken by another burst of pleasure that has me seeing stars. “Oh god...” I moan helplessly. “I... I can't…”

And then it hits, a third climax crashing over me like a tidal wave. I throw my head back, a long, keening cry escaping my lips as my body shudders and convulses beneath Chris. My inner walls clench down around him, milking him for all he's worth.

Chris tenderly presses small kisses along my jawline and neck, his lips brushing against my sensitive skin as we both try to catch our breath. He moves down, dropping soft pecks onto my collarbones and the tops of my breasts, his hair tickling me as he moves.

I reach up, my fingers gently tangling in his hair as I tilt my head back, my eyes shut. I can still feel him moving, kissing along my collarbones, my chest, and it's like my entire body is tingling from the contact.

Chris's kisses continue, soft and tender, as if he's worshipping every inch of my skin. His hands roam over my body, tracing the curves of my hips, the swell of my breasts, the dip of my waist, before settling on my stomach.

Chris gently pulls out of me, our combined juices glistening on my thighs as they slide down the sheets. He gazes at me with a look of adoration, his eyes soft and vulnerable in the aftermath of our intense lovemaking.

Slowly, my legs falling to the side, he moves down between my thighs. This time, his touch is gentle. His lips press against the sensitive skin of my inner thigh, the softest press of flesh on flesh, causing me to bite my lip and squirm beneath him.

He takes his time, peppering kisses up my inner thighs until he reaches the apex of my legs, where he presses a gentle kiss against my heated center. It sends shivers down my spine and I moan softly, feeling so sensitive after our previous coupling.

Chris's warm, wet tongue traces a path between my thighs, collecting the evidence of our lovemaking while his hands roam over my body in a soothing touch. Soft breaths hit my sensitive skin as he indulges in cleaning me up, making my back arch with renewed pleasure.

When he reaches the top of my thighs, Chris presses a tender kiss to my core, his lips a feather-light caress against my skin. He slowly works his way back up, trailing kisses along my inner thighs, my hip bones, until his lips meet mine in a sweet, loving kiss.

“Are you relaxed now?” I ask softly, my voice shaky and still laced with desire. Chris nods, his eyes warm as he gazes into mine. “Yes, thank you,” he replies quietly before pressing another gentle kiss to my lips.

After our passionate exchange of desire, I find myself giggling softly, my fingers gently caressing his face as we share another soft kiss. Our lips move together in a leisurely, soothing rhythm, the connection between us still strong and palpable.

Finally, as we pull away, Chris speaks up, his voice low and raspy from the heat between us. “We should probably head back to the festival now,” he murmurs, his hand reaching up to tuck a strand of hair behind my ear.

I hum in agreement, reluctantly disconnecting myself from him and moving to get dressed. Despite the desire to stay in bed and enjoy the intimate moment further, we have obligations to return to.

I run my fingers through his hair one more time before sitting up, gathering my clothes from the floor and beginning to dress.

I redress quickly, fixing my clothing and hair as best I can. Chris does the same, his gaze lingering on me for several seconds before he too is fully dressed.

Chris reaches for his fresh love hoodie, the white material soft and familiar in his hands. He pulls it over his head, the hood casting a subtle shadow over his neck, hiding the small, red marks I had left. He reaches for his black shades and hat as well, slipping them on with a practiced ease.

Now that we're both dressed and presentable, Chris smiles at me, a hint of mischief in his eyes. He glances down, adjusting his hoodie before looking back up at me.

“Now that we've come for what I had said we'd come for,” he says with a grin, referring to the hoodie he had forgotten. “Let's get going.”

I roll my eyes playfully, but I can't help the smile that tugs at my lips. “You're something else, you know that?” I step towards him, smoothing out the fabric of his hoodie, ensuring it covers the marks I'd left earlier.

“Oh, I know,” he replies, his smile widening. He wraps an arm around my waist, pulling me closer to him. “But you love it.”

He bends down, his lips meeting mine in a quick but affectionate kiss. He grins as he pulls back, his arm still around my waist. “Alright, let's go,” he says, giving my hip a squeeze as he begins to lead me towards the door.

As we leave the hotel room, Chris pulls out his phone, unlocking it and starting to scroll through the Uber app. I stand beside him quietly, watching as he selects our destination and requests a ride.

When the app confirms that we’ll have a ride in a few minutes, he shoves his phone back into his pocket and we head towards the elevator.

We wait for the elevator to arrive, the air between us comfortable and companiable. When the doors open, we step inside, Chris pushing the button for the lobby.

The elevator doors slide shut, enclosing us in the small space. Chris puts his arm around me again as the elevator begins its descent.

The elevator moves quietly, the only sound the low hum of the machinery. Chris leans against one wall, his arm around me, his fingers tracing absentmindedly over my shoulder.

I rest my head against his chest, the steady rise and fall of his breath and the beat of his heart soothing. I can feel the tension from the earlier performance and our passionate escape slowly fading away.

“You doing okay?” Chris's voice breaks the silence, his words soft and concerned.

I lift my head to look up at him, meeting his gaze. A small smile curves my lips. “I'm doing just fine,” I reassure him, my voice equally soft. “Are you?”

“Never been better,” he replies, his signature smile in place. His fingers find their way to my hair, gently tucking a strand behind my ear. “Just making sure I didn’t wear you out too much earlier.”

A blush spreads across my cheeks at his words, the memory of our passionate encounter fresh in my mind. I nudge him lightly in the ribs with my elbow, my eyes sparkling with teasing. “I can handle you, Chris. Don't you know that by now?”

He chuckles, his arm tightening around my waist. “Oh, I know you can,” he replies, his voice laced with a hint of mischief. “I just wanted to make sure I didn’t give you too much to handle at once.”

The elevator reaches the lobby, the doors opening with a soft ‘ding’. Chris leads me out, his hand on the small of my back as we walk towards the exit.

“Besides,” he continues, a sly grin spreading across his face, “I have to leave you with enough energy for later tonight.” I shake my head at his words, a mix of amusement and arousal stirring within me. “You're impossible,” I mutter, a smile playing on my lips.

“You know we can't do that when Matt is in the room with us,” I remind him, referring to the fact that we share a room with Matt. Chris chuckles, looking unperturbed by this news. “Oh, come on, ma,” he teases. “Can't you keep quiet?”

I roll my eyes at his audacity, shaking my head in disbelief. “Keep quiet? You know that's not exactly my strong suit when it comes to you,” I reply, my tone half-exasperated, half-fond. “I’m sure I can find ways to keep your mouth occupied.”

His words take me by surprise, my eyes widening slightly as my cheeks flush once more. “Christopher!” I exclaim, my tone a mix of shock and mock-offense, but there's no denying the hint of excitement and anticipation within me.

Chris merely chuckles at my reaction, a cocky smile on his face. He steps aside to open the door to the awaiting Uber car, gesturing for me to get in first.

Once I'm settled in the backseat of the Uber, Chris gets in next to me, closing the door behind him. The driver nods a greeting, and before long, we're off to the festival.

The ride back to the venue is silent, both of us lost in our own thoughts. I glance over at Chris occasionally, taking in his profile, the way the street lights play over his features.

The Uber comes to a stop, and Chris steps out, holding the door open for me. He thanks the driver before reaching out to take my hand. “C'mon,” he says, his voice filled with a mix of excitement and anticipation. “Skies will be on soon.”

Chris leads me through the crowds towards the backstage area, his grip on my hand firm and sure. He manoeuvres us through the throngs of people, his taller stature and confident, decisive movements helping to clear a path for us.

He keeps me close, his body almost blocking me from the worst of the press of the crowd. I follow closely behind him, my hand clinging to his tightly.

We pass the barriers, drawing the attention of some fans who are eager to catch a glimpse of us. They start hollering and waving their hands, calling out to Chris.

Chris hesitates for a moment, turning to greet the fans with a smile. He stops briefly, taking a few pictures. All the while, he keeps my hand firmly in his own, as if he’s reluctant to let go.

After a few minutes, he waves his final goodbye, and we continue making our way backstage, where Matt, Skies, and a few others are waiting.

As we step into the backstage area, Matt is waiting, a teasing smile on his face. “You made it,” he says, his tone dripping with sarcasm. “Cutting it a little close, aren't we?”

Chris glares at Matt, rolling his eyes. “Oh, come on, man,” he grumbles. “Cut us a little slack, will ya? We got held up.” Matt pretends to consider this, scratching his chin thoughtfully. “Held up, huh? And what, pray tell, were you two doing that was so important?”

Chris shrugs, a slight sheepish expression on his face. “I couldn't find where I put my hoodie and my shades,” he admits, rubbing the back of his neck. “Ended up wasting some time looking for them. Matt's face clearly looked annoyed. “You couldn't find your hoodie and glasses? Seriously?”

Skies, who had been speaking to a member of his team, notices Chris and I coming backstage. He glances at his watch, then gives a relieved smile. “Cutting it close, huh?” Chris looks over at Skies, raising a hand in a slight greeting. “Hey, we made it, didn't we?”

Skies laughs, a glint in his eye. “Barely, brother. Another minute later and you'd be sitting in the audience instead of backstage.” Chris just grins, unapologetic. “Hey, it's all part of the adrenaline rush”

Matt shakes his head, a smirk on his face. “You're unbelievable, you know that?” he says, looking at Chris. “You cut it so close every time.” Chris shrugs again, unfazed. “Oh, come on, where's the fun in arriving early?”

Skies goes onstage, the crowd cheering and applauding as he begins his set. He performs several songs, his stage presence and vocals impressive, and the audience responds enthusiastically.

Chris watches from the wings of the stage, his arms crossed over his chest. He looks focused, his eyes flicking between Skies and the crowd. Every now and then, he glances over at me, a hint of anticipation in his gaze.

Skies continues to perform, his energy and charisma on full display. In between songs, one of his management team members approaches Chris, gesturing for him to come closer.

“You're good to go out there whenever you're ready,” he says, his voice just loud enough to carry over the music.

Chris nods his acknowledgement, a glint of excitement in his eyes as he looks out at the stage. He waits for a moment, then steps out onto the stage, dancing and singing along with Skies.

Chris moves to the music, his own energy and style completely different from Skies but equally engaging to the audience. He dances and sings along, clearly comfortable in front of the crowd.

Skies glances over at him with a grin, playing into the routine and feeding off Chris’ energy. The two of them complement each other well, their different vibes meshing together perfectly.

The crowd responds enthusiastically, some even recognizing Chris and shouting out his name.

As I watch Chris up onstage, singing and dancing alongside his idol, I can't help but feel a surge of admiration mixed with disbelief. It's not the first time I've seen him with Skies, but the sight never fails to amaze me.

Matt appears next to me, a knowing smile on his face. He leans in, speaking just loud enough for me to hear over the music.

“You didn't really need to get that hoodie, did you guys?” he teases.

“He was actually looking for his hoodie,” I say, my voice slightly defensive. Matt just raises an eyebrow, his smirk widening. “Mhmm, sure,” he replies, clearly not believing me. “Then explain this.”

Matt holds up his phone, displaying a picture he’s found on instagram from earlier at the barricades. It was a picture with Chris and a Fan. The photograph caught a clear angle of Chris's neck, revealing the marks I'd left earlier— marks that Chris clearly hadn't taken the effort to cover up.

I flush slightly in embarrassment. Matt grins at my reaction, his gaze shifting between me and Chris on the stage. “Looks like he was a little preoccupied with something else besides the hoodie.”

I roll my eyes playfully, pushing Matt's shoulder lightly. “Oh shut up” I mutter, knowing full well that Chris's marked neck is going to draw attention to us throughout the week. I can already imagine the headlines and rumors that'll circulate because of it. Matt just chuckles, clearly enjoying this whole situation.

Once Skies finishes his performance, Chris walks off the stage, making his way back to where I’m standing.

He reaches me, quickly planting a brief but affectionate peck on my lips. He gives me a sideways glance, a smirk playing on his lips. Then, he turns to say goodbye to Skies, exchanging a few quick words with him before turning back to us.

“Ready to go?” he asks, looking between me and Matt.

As we leave backstage, passing by the barricades where fans are gathered, some of the fans take notice of the marks on Chris's neck. They start yelling out questions and making comments, obviously intrigued by the obvious signs of our earlier dalliance.

Chris just keeps his head down, his hand firmly around mine, not engaging in any of the questions or speculation. He quickens his pace a little, clearly eager to get to the hotel and away from the attention.

Matt follows closely behind us, looking slightly amused as he overhears the fans' comments. He doesn't say anything, but his smirk widens a little, clearly enjoying the situation.

We finally walk out from the venue, the night air crisp and refreshing. Chris keeps walking, not slowing down until we’ve put some distance between us and the fans.

Matt uses his phone to book an Uber, and we all climb in, settling into our seats.

The Uber ride is silent, the air around us a mix of tiredness, satisfaction, and a hint of residual adrenaline. Chris keeps his hand in mine, his thumb tracing small circles on my skin. Every now and then, I can feel his gaze on me. It's not a look of desire or need, not this time. It's something softer, almost tender.

We finally arrive back at the hotel, the familiar lobby and elevator greeting us. We make our way up to our room, exhausted from the long day's events.

As we enter the room, the faint scent of new, clean bedsheets greets us. The housekeepers have freshened up the room while we were out.

I immediately flop down onto the bed, a sigh of exhaustion escaping my lips. The soft, cool sheets feel like a piece of heaven after the day we’ve had.

Chris follows after me, crawling onto the bed and settling on top of me. One of his legs slots between mine, and he props himself up on his forearms, his face close to mine.

Matt, meanwhile, plops down on the edge of his bed, right next to us. As always, he's completely unphased by the scene we present, not letting the fact that we're practically spooning get to him.

Chris cranes his head a little to give me a quick kiss on the lips. Then, without preamble, he moves, shifting his head so he can bury his face in the crook of my neck. His eyelashes tickles the sensitive skin as he nuzzles into me, his breath warm against my skin.

As the hours tick by, the weariness from the day starts to catch up with us. Matt's still on his phone, scrolling through social media or whatever it is he does on his phone, but Chris and I have both drifted off to sleep.

Chris is still half laying on me, his head buried in my neck. His breath is slow and steady as he rests against me, his body relaxed and heavy in sleep.

The room falls into a soft, peaceful quiet. Matt's still tapping away on his phone next to us, but apart from the occasional sound, everything is still and silent.

Chris and I remain asleep, our bodies intertwined. His head is still on my shoulder, his soft breaths warm against my skin. My own eyes are closed, a small content smile on my lips. This moment is peaceful, cozy, and perfect, a reprieve from the chaos of our lives.

For now, everything is as it should be.

[freshl6ve]

𝐂𝐇𝐑𝐈𝐒. 𝐒 | 𝐒𝐄𝐗 𝐎𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐇

NSFW!! | 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑─𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐊

₊⊹⁀➴ : Chris and Y/N find themselves at Chris’s secret beach house, a hidden gem he’s kept private, even from his brothers. He and Y/N relax on the sand, a fire crackling in front of them and soft music playing from Chris's portable speaker. As they admire the moonlit ocean, Chris's gaze lingers on Y/N, drawn to her serene beauty. When Y/N catches his eye, a charged, intimate moment begins to unfold between them under the stars.

𝐀 𝐅𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐇𝐋𝟔𝐕𝐄 𝐎𝐍𝐄-𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐓 𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐋

˚⊱🦌⊰˚ : “𝐂’𝐦𝐨𝐧 𝐟𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐦𝐞,” Chris gripped my wrist firmly as he led me out of the back sliding glass door and down the steps onto the sand. “Chris,” I chuckled, stumbling slightly as I tried to keep up with his quick pace.

He shot a glance back at me, his eyes intense as he locked eyes with mine for a moment. “Stay close,” he murmured, his voice firm yet strangely tender.

The moon cast a gentle glow over the stretch of empty beach, the sound of waves lapping against the shore providing a soothing soundtrack to our surroundings.

Chris walked purposefully, his steps leaving deep imprints in the soft, cool sand as he continued to hold onto my wrist, almost protectively.

Chris finally released my wrist, gesturing for me to take a look at our setting. “Take a seat,” he instructed, placing a blanket on the sand near the unlit fire pit. He then knelt down to place his portable speaker on the blanket before standing up to strike a match and ignite the kindling.

I watched as the flames flickered to life, casting a warm glow over Chris's face as he looked up at me. The crackling of the fire blended with the sound of the waves, creating a calm and intimate atmosphere.

Chris sat down on the blanket, patting the spot next to him for me to join. I settled down beside him, a soft, comfortable silence settling between us.

As we sat there watching the fire, I found myself stealing glances at him. The way the flames danced on his face, highlighting the defined features and adding an air of mystery, drew my eyes.

Chris, seemingly sensing my gaze, turned to look at me, the corner of his mouth curving into a small smile.

I tried to focus my attention back on the ocean, but my eyes kept drifting back to him. The fire's flickering light emphasized the scattering of freckles across his face, making them stand out more than they normally would.

Chris remained motionless, his gaze fixed out onto the dark expanse of the ocean.

After a few moments, it was Chris who broke the silence. Turning to me, he spoke softly, his voice barely above a whisper. “You've been looking at me a lot.”

I felt my cheeks warm in a flush, caught off guard by his observation. I tried to brush off the comment with a chuckle. “Just taking in the view.”

Chris let out a soft, low chuckle, returning his gaze on the ocean in front of us. As he spoke, his voice was low and smooth.

“You know,” he began, “I've never brought anyone here before.”

I nudged his shoulder playfully, a teasing smile on my lips. “Should I believe that? I've known you for years, Chris. I've also been there through your frat boy era too,” I teased, making him chuckle, “I'm sure you've brought someone here before.”

Chris shifted to face me directly as he spoke, his expression turning more serious.

“I'm serious though,” he said, his voice serious yet soft, “You're the first. Not even Matt and Nick know about this place. I've never shared it with anyone until now.”

The weight of his words hung in the air between us, his confession adding a new layer to our already intimate setting.

I didn't know what to say, a mixture of surprise and gratitude washing over me. The fact that he'd chosen to bring me here, to let me into this hidden part of his life, made me feel a small shiver of excitement.

Chris looked back out to the ocean, his gaze fixed on the endless stretch of black water. I studied his profile, the sharp jaw, the strong nose, the way the fire's light created shadows on his face, making him look almost like a sculpture.

“Why me?” I finally asked, my voice just above a whisper.

Chris looked at me for a moment, his gaze intense. “I don't know,” he admitted, his brow furrowing slightly. “I just... I don't want to keep sharing everything with Matt and Nick. For once I want something that's my own, and I didn't want to share this with them.”

The words hit me like a shock. I felt a strange mix of emotions—appreciation, surprise, and a hint of something more that I couldn't quite pinpoint.

“But why me?” I repeated, my voice a notch softer this time.

Chris turned his head fully towards me, his expression unreadable. “Because,” he began, his voice a low rumble, “You've always seen me. For who I am. For real.”

I could feel my heart race a little faster, the meaning behind his words sinking in. He'd never said anything like this before, and hearing him speak so honestly, so vulnerably, was both unexpected and beautiful.

I opened my mouth to respond, but before I could get any words out, Chris changed the subject.

Chris suddenly rose from his spot on the blanket, brushing off any stray sand from his shorts. He held his hand out to me. “Come on,” he said, his voice firm yet comforting.

I took his hand, the soft texture of his palm sending a little shiver down my spine. I dusted off the sand from my legs and feet, then started walking ahead of him towards the water.

The cool, soft water lapped against my toes, causing a small ripple in the otherwise still surface. I closed my eyes for a moment, reveling in the sensation.

Chris stepped up behind me, his hands lightly touching my shoulders. I could feel his warmth radiating from his body as he leaned in close, his breath a soft whisper against my ear.

“Is this okay?” he murmured, his arms slowly wrapping around my shoulders.

I instinctively leaned back against him, the solidity of his chest pressed against my back providing a sense of comfort and protection. His arms tightened around me, pulling me even closer until there was minimal space between us.

We stood there for a moment, the cool water gently lapping against our ankles as he held me close. With his arms around me, he began gently swaying back and forth, his movements mirroring the slow rhythm of the music playing softly in the background from his portable speaker.

I found myself relaxing into his embrace, feeling safe and warm. It was normal for us to be touchy with each other—it's how we provided comfort to each other.

However, this touch felt different. It was more intimate, more charged than our usual interactions. There was an undercurrent of something beneath the surface that sent small jolts down my spine.

I tried to ignore the feeling, telling myself it was just the atmosphere, the seclusion, the soft music playing in the background, but a small voice inside me told a different tale. I could feel the steady rhythm of his heart beating against my back, his breath warm on my neck, and it made my own heartbeat quicken slightly.

The silence around us was interrupted only by the sound of the waves and the quiet murmur of the music playing from his speaker. I closed my eyes, allowing myself to fully immerse in the moment, in the sensations of his body against mine, his presence surrounding me.

Without thinking, my hands moved up to his forearms, my fingers wrapping gently around his wrists. The skin was warm and smooth, the muscles there firm yet supple. I held onto him, the simple action grounding me and making me hyper-aware of all the points where our bodies met.

I could feel the firmness of his muscles under my fingertips, the steady, reassuring pulse of his blood through his veins.

I could feel his wrists move slightly under my grip, a small shift that sent a new wave of sensation through me. His hands on my shoulders flexed momentarily, pulling me even closer to him. There was a tension in the air, a silent acknowledgement that this moment was more than just a friendly hug.

After a few moments of silent tension, Chris began talking, his voice a low, steady rumble in my ear. It was almost as if he was trying to ignore what was happening between us. It was casual, nonchalant even as he continued to hold me close.

“Did you know...” he began, his words breaking the silence that had settled over us, “That the world's oceans cover about 70% of the Earth's surface?”

I chuckled softly, a small smile on my lips. It was typical of Chris to spout random facts whenever he had the chance. The guy had an endless amount of useless information lodged in his brain.

“Yeah,” I responded, feeling his body move against mine with my words, “I remember you telling me that. Multiple times”

I could feel him chuckle against me, the rumble of his laughter sending vibrations through my body. He was still trying to keep up with the casual small talk.

“I might've mentioned it a few times,” he admitted, his voice low and close to my ear. “I just think it's a fascinating fact. There's so much of the ocean we still haven't explored.”

I hummed in agreement, my mind suddenly spinning with a million different thoughts, all of them centered around the man behind me. The feel of his arms around me, his breath against my neck, his body pressed against mine...it was distracting, it was exciting. I tried to focus on his words.

“Maybe you should take up deep sea diving,” I joked, trying to mask my internal struggle with humor.

“Nah,” he responded, his voice a little amused. His arms tightened slightly around my shoulders, pulling me even closer, his chest now flush against my back. “I'd rather stick to exploring this,” he whispered, his breath sending another shiver down my spine.

I suddenly became aware of what I'd been doing—my fingers had been tracing small, absentminded patterns on his forearms, almost without realizing. When he spoke, my hand stilled, my whole body going slightly stiff as I processed his words.

“Exploring what?” I asked, my voice soft, breathless. There was a charged undertone to the simple question, a hint of the tension we'd been trying to ignore.

Chris was quiet for a moment, his arms still tightly wrapped around me. I could almost sense the struggle he was going through, the war between the feelings he was hiding and the casual banter that had become our norm.

Finally, he spoke again, his voice even lower, quieter than before. “You,” he simply replied, the single word packed with a wealth of meaning.

I felt my breath catch in my throat, a mix of surprise and disbelief rushing through me. The raw honesty in his voice, the way he simply said “You” made my heart skip a beat. I turned my head slightly, trying to catch a glimpse of his face, but we were so close that I could only make out the strong line of his jaw, the curve of his chin.

“Me?” I managed to ask, my voice a soft whisper.

He answered my question with a simple “Mhm, you,” his voice a throaty murmur against the skin of my neck. At the same time, I felt his arms slowly loosen from around my shoulders, then slide down to my waist, pulling me even tighter against him. His lips found their way to the sensitive skin of my neck, leaving a trail of soft, warm kisses there.

His touch was electric, igniting sparks of need and desire within me. Each kiss, each drag of his lips against my skin sent a wave of heat through my body. It was different from the way we usually touched each other—there was something more, something deeper. His hands at my waist were firm, his thumbs gently tracing circles on my hips.

His lips moved from my neck to my jawline, each kiss a little more ardent than the last. His breath was warm, his kisses soft but insistent. I could feel my head tilt back slightly, exposing more of my neck for him to explore. I closed my eyes, letting myself get lost in the sensation.

I reached for his wrist at my waist, my fingers wrapping around the warm, muscled flesh. My mind was spinning, conflicted between the pleasure he was causing and the realization that we were out in the open.

“Chris,” I whispered breathlessly. He paused his kisses, his lips still touching my skin as he hummed in response, “Hmm?”

The sensation of his lips on my neck was making it difficult to think straight, but I forced myself to focus, to ignore my body's responses. “We can't,” I managed to say, my voice shaky. “We're out in the open. Anyone could see us.”

Chris pulled his lips away from my neck, but his hands remained at my waist, refusing to let me go. “It's a private beach,” he said, his voice still low and close to my ear. “Only the people who own homes around here can be on it. We're fine.”

The thought of us being completely alone, with no one around to disturb us, only added to the growing tension between us. “But...” I tried to argue, “What if...” but my mind was too fogged by the feel of his body against mine to come up with any solid argument.

“Shh, baby,” he breathed, his mouth back at my jawline, my neck, any patch of skin he could find. “You're worrying too much. We're alone, I promise.”

His words combined with his touch sent another shiver down my spine, my resistance starting to crumble. It was hard to argue with him when he called me “baby,” when he was touching me like this...

His lips found mine, stealing any further objections I might've had. I turned in his arms, our bodies now fully facing each other, our mouths locked in a heated kiss. All my thoughts, all my worries seemed to disappear as his tongue slid against mine, as his hands held me closer, tighter.

We stood there, our bodies pressed together, kissing under the moonlight. This wasn't like any other time we'd been close. There was no hint of friendly affection. This was pure, unadulterated desire, and we were drowning in it.

My hands tangled in his hair, holding his head in place as I returned the kiss with fervor. I couldn't get enough of him. His taste, his scent, the way he held me against him—it was intoxicating.

He nipped at my bottom lip, the slight sting causing a small gasp to escape my lips. He used the opportunity to deepen the kiss, his tongue slipping into my mouth, exploring, claiming.

His hands moved down from my waist, cupping my hips, pulling me flush against him. I could feel the evidence of his desire, hard and hot against my stomach, and it only fed my own need, my own hunger.

I could feel my body responding to him, to his touch, in ways I'd never expected. There was a primal need building within me, a need I'd never felt before, not for him.

My thoughts were a jumbled mess, my mind filled with nothing but him, his kiss, his touch. I'd always felt a certain attraction to him, but this... this was more intense, more primal. It was as if a switch had been flipped and all my boundaries had vanished.

He pulled me tighter against him, his hands roaming over my body, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. I was drowning in him, in the sensations he was causing.

I needed more, I wanted more.

I broke the kiss to catch my breath, my chest heaving, my body on fire. Chris's lips moved down the column of my neck, his teeth nipping at the sensitive skin. His hands were under my shirt now, his palms flat against my bare stomach. The feel of his skin against mine sent another shiver through me and I found myself whispering,

“More.”

He growled in response to my plea, his hands sliding up further, his palms grazing the underside of my breasts through the thin material of my bra. “More?” he repeated, his voice a rough, raw whisper. “Are you sure you can handle more?”

I whimpered, my brain too foggy to form a coherent response. The feel of his hands on my skin, the sound of his voice, it was all too much. “Yes,” I managed to gasp. “Please, more.”

His hands moved again, his fingers finding the clasp of my bra. He looked up, his eyes locking with mine, dark with desire. “Tell me you're sure,” he demanded. “Once we start, I won't be able to stop.”

I met his gaze, my own eyes filled with need. “I'm sure,” I murmured, my voice breathless. “I want this, I want you. Don't stop, please.”

He crushed his mouth against mine in a hard, passionate kiss. Then abruptly scooped me up, his strong arms lifting me off my feet with little effort. I instinctively looped my arms around his neck, my legs wrapping around his waist as he walked us over to the blanket by the fire pit.

He set me down gently, bracing himself over me, supported by his forearms on either side of my shoulders. “You're so beautiful,” he murmured, his voice a low rumble, his eyes fixated on mine.

He leaned in, capturing my lips in a deep, heated kiss. His tongue danced with mine as his body shifted, his right thigh sliding between my legs. I gasped, the sudden contact igniting a wave of heat through me.

He broke the kiss, moving to my neck, biting and licking and kissing the sensitive skin there. I writhed beneath him, the mixture of pleasure and need making me forget to think. All I could feel, all I could focus on was him, his touch, his lips.

His knee pressed up against my core, adding to the friction, the pressure. I arched into him, my hips moving against his, seeking more. His hands were on my waist now, holding me in place as he continued his assault on my neck, my jawline.

“You have no idea how long I've wanted to do this,” he murmured against my skin, his words sending small vibrations through me, “How long I've thought about you.”

His touch was driving me wild, his hands setting my nerve endings on fire with every slide of his fingers against my skin. All rational thoughts were gone from my head. I managed to find my voice, my words a breathless whisper. “So show me,” I said, my voice roughened by need.

“Show me how much you've wanted this.”

My words seemed to snap the last thread of his self-control. With a growl, he leaned back, his hands gripping the hem of my shirt, pulling it over my head in one swift motion. I was suddenly bare from the waist up, the cool night air a shock to my overheated skin.

His eyes darkened as he looked down at me, his gaze roaming over my body, taking in the sight of me laid out beneath him. “God, you're beautiful,” he murmured once more, his voice thick with desire. His eyes roamed over my body, his gaze hot and dark. His hands were on my waist again, his thumbs hooking into the waistband of my shorts. “I want to see all of you.”

I couldn’t do anything but nod, my body responding to his words, to his touch. He slowly began to unbutton my shorts, his fingers moving with a precision that only hinted at his impatience. I lifted my hips, helping him remove the last barrier between us.

He leaned down again, his mouth finding my collarbone, trailing a path of kisses down to my chest. His hands continued to roam over my skin, his touch leaving trails of heat everywhere he went. I gasped, arching into him, my fingers tangling in his hair, holding him against me.

His teeth grazed a sensitive spot on my neck, a spot I didn't even know was sensitive. I let out a small moan, tipping my head back to give him better access. He took full advantage, his mouth latching onto the spot, his tongue swirling over the skin.

His hands were slowly moving further down my body, his thumbs brushing along the lace waistband of my underwear. I shivered at his touch, my body taut with anticipation, with need.

He paused his kisses, lifting his head to look at me. His eyes were almost black with desire, his chest rising and falling with his heavy breaths. “I promise,” he said, his voice rough, “By the time I'm done with you, you'll never forget this night.”

I looked up at him, my own breath coming in short gasps. I reached up, my hand cupping his cheek, my thumb brushing over his bottom lip. I met his gaze, my own eyes filled with desire, with need.

My heart was pounding in my chest, every part of me vibrating with desire. I took a shaky breath, my voice catching in my throat as I spoke. “I don't want to forget this,” I managed to say, my words a raw, honest admission. “I don't want to forget any part of this night. Of you.”

He groaned, the sound sending a thrill through me. He leaned down, pressing his forehead against mine, his eyes locked with mine. “You won't,” he promised, his voice low, intense. “I'll make sure you won't.”

His lips found mine again, the kiss hot and urgent. I let my hands explore his body. My fingers slid under the hem of his shirt, finding the warm skin and firm muscles beneath. I could feel the rapid rise and fall of his chest, the rhythmic beat of his heart matching the one in my own chest.

With each touch, each caress, I could feel him losing more and more of his control. I pulled his shirt up, my hand splayed across his taut stomach. I wanted to feel all of him, to touch and taste every part of him.

He pulled back, breaking the kiss. Without warning, he leaned back and pulled his shirt over his head. His hair fell back into place, messy and disheveled. He tossed the shirt aside, neither of us caring where it landed in the sand.

He leaned down, his mouth finding my collarbone first, then my chest, kissing a path down my body until he reached my stomach. His hands slid down my sides, his palms flat against my skin as he continued his path down my body. He moved further down, his hands now on my thighs.

His kiss moved to my thighs, his eyes locking on mine the entire time. There was an intensity in his gaze, a burning heat that made me shudder. He slowly kissed a path along my inner thigh, his tongue darting out to taste my skin.

And then, without warning, he pulled away, his hands leaving my skin. I felt a moment of bereavement, a small whine escaping my lips at the loss of contact. He simply chuckled, his eyes darkened with lust. “Patience, baby,” he murmured. “I'm not done with you yet.”

He reached up, his arms moving under me, unhooking my bra with the ease of practice. He removed it, tossing it aside, his eyes never leaving my body. I could see the heat in his gaze, the desire that mirrored my own.

His hands were back on my body, his palms gliding over my skin. His touch was reverent, almost worshiping. As if he were making up for all the times he'd wanted to touch me, but hadn't.

His lips moved to my breast, gently nibbling and kissing. But he didn't spend too much time there. He had other plans. Slowly, his hand drifted down to the waistband of my underwear.

My heart raced as I watched him hook his fingers into the delicate fabric. He looked up at me, his eyes burning with desire. With a gentle tug, he slid my underwear down my legs, throwing them somewhere on the sand.

Now I was completely exposed to him. He bit his lip, his gaze roaming over my body, taking in every inch of me. His hands ran down my thighs, his fingers digging into the soft flesh.

Chris leaned forward, positioning himself between my legs. His breath was hot against my skin as he lowered his mouth to my core. I gasped as I felt his tongue flick against me, sending a jolt of pleasure through my body. He licked and teased, driving me wild with desire.

His tongue explored every part of me, swirling and tasting. My hips bucked against his mouth, needing more, needing everything. He groaned against me, the vibrations sending me closer to the edge.

Chris's fingers entered me, joining his tongue as he devoured me. My walls clenched around him, desperate for more. He sucked on my clit, his nose nuzzling my flesh as he worked me higher and higher. I was so close, teetering on the brink of orgasm.

I reached down, grabbing fistfuls of Chris's hair. I held him to me, keeping his mouth against my core. I needed that contact, needed the pleasure he was giving me. I cried out as my orgasm washed over me, my body trembling and writhing against his mouth.

“Chris!” I moaned, my voice hoarse and needy. My nails dug into his scalp as pleasure consumed me, wave after wave of pure bliss crashing over me. Chris continued to lick and tease me through it all, drawing out every last shiver of pleasure from my body.

Finally, with a soft growl, Chris lifted his head from my dripping core. His face was flushed, his eyes dark with lust. He crawled up my body, his skin slick with my arousal.

“I need to be inside you,” he muttered, his voice rough with desire.

Chris quickly removed his shorts and boxers, revealing his hard, throbbing cock. My mouth watered at the sight; I desperately wanted to taste him. But before I could, he had lined himself up at my entrance, rubbing the tip against me teasingly.

“Please, Chris,” I begged, my voice low and throaty. “I need you” I couldn't take it anymore; I needed to feel him filling me up, stretching me out. Chris didn't make me wait any longer.

With a groan, Chris pushed inside me, his thick, veiny cock stretching me almost to the point of pain. But it felt so good. He filled me up completely, his hips pressed against me, his cock throbbing deep inside me. I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him deeper.

“Chris! Oh fuck, Chris!” I cried out loud, my voice a whining moan as he started to pound into me. Every thrust hit me right in the cervix, sending waves of pleasure radiating through my body. I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him deeper into me.

“Fuck!” I cried out, my voice loud and high. I was a writhing mess beneath him, my nails digging into his back as he pounded into me. Each thrust was a delicious mix of pain and pleasure, driving me wild with need.

Chris's hips snapped forward, his cock driving deep into me with every thrust. I was completely at his mercy, my body helpless under the onslaught of pleasure he was giving me. My eyes rolled back, my head thrashing from side to side as he claimed me, marking me as his.

“Baby, slow down,” I managed to whimper, my fingers digging into the muscles of Chris's forearm as I tried to steady myself. But he was too far gone, too consumed by his own lust to listen to my pleas. He just kept pounding into me, his rhythm brutal and unrelenting.

Chris's cock felt like it was hitting my womb with each thrust, the sensation bordering on painful yet somehow still incredibly pleasurable. I could feel every vein, every ridge, every throbbing pulse of his dick as it split me open and filled me to the brim.

I whined and cried out, my voice high and strained as I begged for mercy. “Please, Chris! It's too much! Slow down!” But my words fell on deaf ears. He just kept fucking me harder, his thrusts becoming more erratic and wild with every passing second.

Chris's voice was a low, soothing rumble as he spoke, his hot breath tickling my ear. “I know you can take it, baby. Just relax and let me make you feel good. You're so tight, so perfect around me. Take my cock, yeah? Take it all.”

I couldn't help but cry out as he continued to fuck me, tears streaming down my face from the sheer intensity of it all. “Oh god, Chris! It feels so good! I can feel every inch of you!”

“Good girl,” Chris praised, his voice a low growl as he started to pound into me even harder. I could feel the weight of his body bearing down on me, his hips slamming into mine with a force that made the sand move beneath us. “Take it, baby. Take every fucking inch.”

“Yes! Chris!” I screamed as he kept pounding into me, my body trembling and shaking beneath him with each thrust. The way he was fucking me was driving me insane, every movement stoking the flames of pleasure higher and higher until I felt like I was about to explode.

Chris's thrusts grew more intense, each one harder and deeper than the last. He leaned down and bit my shoulder, marking me with his teeth as he reached for a new level of intensity. “Hold onto me, baby,” he commanded.

I wrapped my arms around his broad back, digging my nails into his skin as I held on for dear life. The sensation of his muscles flexing under my touch only fueled my desire, and I couldn't help but scratch and claw at him as he drove into me with abandon.

With a deep groan, Chris reached down and pressed his hand against my stomach, feeling the contours of his cock as it pushed inside me. The sensation was overwhelmingly intense, and I could hear the smack of his hips against my thighs as he picked up the pace.

The weight of his body bearing down on me, the thrusts of his hips against mine, the grip he had on my stomach as he felt his cock inside me—it was all too much. I could barely think straight, let alone form a coherent sentence. “Fuck, Chris...”

And that's when Chris really started to lose himself in the moment. His hips snapped against mine with wild abandon, and I could hear the desperate, guttural sounds he was making as he pounded into me over and over again

“Fuck, yes,” Chris groaned, his voice thick with desire and barely controlled lust. He leaned in close to me, his breath hot against my ear as he whispered dirty, filthy things that made me see stars. “Do you like that, baby? Feeling me so deep inside you?”

“I can feel your pussy squeezing me, gripping my cock so tightly,” Chris continued, his words punctuated by the slap of flesh on flesh as he picked up the pace. “You're milking me for all I'm worth, aren't you, ma?”

“You're mine,” Chris panted, his hips stuttering as he felt himself getting closer and closer to the edge. “Nobody will ever fuck you like I do. Nobody will ever make you feel this good.”

“Tell me you're mine,” Chris demanded, his voice a low, urgent growl. “Say it, baby. Say you'll never let anyone else touch you like this, that you're mine forever.” Chris gasped, his breath hot against my skin as he buried his face in the crook of my neck. His thrusts were becoming erratic now, his cock throbbing deep inside me as he felt himself about to come undone.

Chris grabbed my face in his hands, his fingers digging into my skin as he pulled me up to meet his intense gaze. “Say it,” he demanded, his voice low and commanding. “You can't even form the words, can you? You're so overwhelmed by how good I make you feel.”

I couldn't respond, my voice stolen by the intensity of the moment, by the sheer overwhelming pleasure coursing through my veins. Chris's grip on my face tightened, his blue eyes burning into mine with an almost desperate need.

As if I'd been waiting for the words to form, they spilled from my lips in a rush of breathless confession. “Fuck! I'm yours!” I managed to gasp out, the words feeling like a sacred oath. “Each part of me is yours, Chris. All of me belongs to you.”

Chris's eyes lit up with satisfaction at my declaration, a deep, rumbling “Good” vibrating through his chest as he pressed his lips to mine in a fierce, hungry kiss. His tongue swept into my mouth, claiming me, as he continued to drive into me with relentless, punishing thrusts.

I wrapped my fingers around his forearm, clinging to him as he pounded into me. He broke away from our kiss to gasp out the question. “Where do you want it?”the force of his thrusts almost too much to bear. But I needed more, craved the raw, animalistic connection only he could provide. “Inside,” I whimpered, my voice strained, pleading.

With a deep groan, I could feel the coils of pleasure tightening in my core, the familiar heat spreading through my body. And as Chris continued to thrust into me, I felt him hit that spot, the one that had me crying out in ecstasy, my nails digging into his arm.

The waves crashed against the shore, the sound mingling with our moans as the moonlight cast a silvery glow over us. my body shuddered in euphoria as the first wave of pleasure crashed over me, the ecstasy so intense, I could barely see straight.

“Chris!” I moaned, the sound torn from my throat as wave after wave of bliss washed over me, each pulse of Chris's hips driving me higher. The moonlight seemed to dance across his features, his face a mask of concentration, his eyes dark with his own impending release.

“Oh, fuck, Y/N!” Chris cried out, the muscles in his arms tightening as he buried himself deep inside me. I could feel him pulsing, releasing his hot warmth deep within me, each spurt driving me higher and higher until I felt myself shatter around him.

With Chris still buried deep inside me, our bodies trembling through the aftershocks, I watched as the moon cast its glow over the sea, the waves crashing gently against the shore.

Panting heavily, Chris collapsed on top of me, his weight a comforting press against my skin as we both struggled to catch our breath. The fire crackled and spat, casting a warm glow over our entwined bodies, the sweat that glistened on our skin sparkling like diamonds in the firelight.

The waves crashed gently against the shore as we lay there, catching our breath, our hearts pounding in sync. I could feel Chris's chest rising and falling rhythmically against mine, his breath warm against my neck. In that moment, everything felt right with the world.

Still catching my breath, I slid my hands into Chris's hair, fingers tangling in the short strands as I pulled his mouth to mine in a soft, lingering kiss. The kiss was different from our heated passion just moments before, but no less tender, our mouths moving slowly, savoring each other.

“I wasn't too hard on you, was I?” Chris asked, looking up at me with a hint of worry in his eyes. His face was flushed from our earlier exertions, and the firelight cast golden shadows on his stubbled cheekbones.

“You were perfect,” I replied, smiling at him. My fingers continued to play with his hair as I spoke, my voice soft and husky with post-coital bliss. Chris grinned down at me, leaning in to press a gentle kiss to my lips before resting his head on my shoulder.

Chris reluctantly pulled out of me, giving a soft grunt at the sensation. He stood slowly, his legs wobbling a little as he pulled on his shorts, his length still half-hard and nestled against the fabric.

Once dressed, Chris moved around the beach, gathering up our discarded clothing. I watched him as he moved, admiring the way his muscles rippled under his tanned skin as he bent and stretched to collect every last piece of fabric.

As I struggled to my feet, Chris moved over and wrapped me in the soft blanket that we had laid out on the sand . He smiled at me, his eyes warm and affectionate, before leaning down to pick up his portable speaker, slinging it over his shoulder with the strap.

Chris put out the fire with a swift kick of sand, then took my hand, helping me navigate the short distance to the stairs that led up to his beach house. We pushed through the sliding glass doors and stepped into the cool, air-conditioned interior.

“Let's get you in the shower,” Chris said, leading me towards the bathroom. He turned on the water, adjusting the temperature to a warm, steamy mist before helping me step under the spray. I leaned back against him as the water cascaded down our bodies, our skin slick with soap and desire.

After we finished showering, Chris and I stepped out of the bathroom and made our way to the bedroom. We lay down together on the bed, completely naked and unafraid of our bodies. Our legs intertwined as we stared into each other's eyes, lost in a moment of pure bliss.

The soft, silvery glow of the moon seeped through the white, see-through curtains that billowed in the gentle ocean breeze. The floor-to-ceiling windows were open, allowing the salty air to mix with the scent of Chris' skin.

Chris reached for the covers, draping them over our entwined bodies, creating a cozy cocoon of warmth and intimacy. As he pulled the fabric up, his lips found mine in a soft, lingering kiss.

The wind gently rustled the white curtains as Chris and I lay there, our bodies intertwined and covered in the soft blankets. I could hear the sound of the ocean waves crashing against the shore in the distance, creating a soothing soundtrack for our moment of intimacy.

“I love you,” Chris whispered, his warm breath tickling my ear. “More than anything in this world.” As the moonlight danced across his face, I smiled, feeling my heart swell with love and gratitude for this perfect moment.

Chris shifted, laying his head on my chest, his arms wrapping around my waist as he nuzzled against me. I brought my hand up, running my fingers through his soft, damp hair, smiling down at him as he closed his eyes, a content sigh escaping his lips.

The gentle sounds of the night filled the room as we lay there, the soft glow of the moonlight highlighting Chris' peaceful expression. I continued to run my fingers through his hair, the soothing rhythm making me feel a deep, content love for the man on top of me.

As Chris' breathing steadied, telling me he was drifting off, I leaned down and whispered against his hair, “I love you too.” The words were barely audible, but I hoped they carried the depth of my feelings to him as sleep claimed him, his chest rising and falling in a peaceful rhythm against mine.

I continued to lay there, my hand still moving through his hair as I quietly watched over him. The love I felt for him was overwhelming in the best way, and I knew that every moment with him was a treasure

My eyes grew heavy as I listened to Chris' steady breathing, the gentle rise and fall of his chest against mine. His hair felt so soft beneath my fingers, and the warmth of his body against mine was comforting.

Slowly, my eyes began to close, my own breath falling in sync with Chris’s. Our souls intertwined, creating a beautiful, peaceful scene in the dim room as we drifted off into a dreamless sleep, completely content with each other in that moment.

As I lay there, with Chris' warm body pressed against mine, my heart swelled with a deep, unyielding happiness. The way the moonlight touched his peaceful sleeping face seemed almost ethereal, and I felt an overwhelming certainty that…

everything in the world was right.

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