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𓂃 . . . ❛ BIG MAMA ❜ ∿ teacher!matt x milf!reader

ⓘ warnings:: pure filth, smut, oral (f and m receiving), fingering, unprotected p in v (wrap it before you tap it!), dirty talk, slight orgasm denial + more!

ⓘ find chris’ version . . . ╰⪼ @neverstopthekashh <3

It was a warm Saturday night when you found yourself on Matt's doorstep, waiting patiently for him to open the door. You bite your bottom lip nervously, thinking about how the evening could turn out. It was either your daughter's situation at school getting better, or just a failed attempt to ease her life.

The door creaks open, revealing your daughter's teacher figure, a small smile plastered to his lips. When his whole frame comes into sight, you can't deny the warmth swarming through your tummy, lowering itself right in your center.

His hair was a little disheveled, slight dark crescent moons under his eyes, but what caught your attention was his shirt— tucked out of his perfectly tailored pants, unbuttoned at the top and sleeves pushed up to his elbows. It was definitely a sight to see. And once your eyes roamed over his body hungrily, glistening at the literal sex billboard standing in front of you, both of you knew what the night was going to turn into.

Not even an hour later, you were lowering yourself between Matt's legs, kneeling in front of him while he men-spread on the large couch in his living room. His arm was bent behind his head, while the other gripped your face. His thumb ran over your bottom lip, tracing the outline of it before he slowly slid it inside your mouth, pressing the pad flat on your tongue while you hollowed your cheeks, sucking his finger.

He groans at the sight, pulling his finger out. "Can't wait to see those pretty lips of your wrapped around something else" he says lowly, lifting his hips off the couch just slightly, but enough for you to get the message.

You look up at him, all innocent and doe-eyes while you palmed him through his black boxer briefs, mouth watering at only the sight of the obvious bulge, tenting from beneath the fabric. Your fingers slide beneath the waistband, pulling it down and setting his thick shaft free. He was big, not very long, but thick, stiff. His tip was flushed, reddened and leaking beads of precum, urging you to sitck your tongue out and lick a long stripe from the base right to the glistening tip.

You wrap your lips around his shaft, your hand gripping his base while your free one was flat against his thigh. He lets out a breathy, filthy sound as your mouth's warmth swirled around his cock, his hand flying almost on instinct in your hair.

You stroke him slowly for a few times before you try so swallow him whole, his tip kissing the back of your throat. He moans softly, his head tipping back for a second. "Fuuuuck- just like that, mama. Goood girl," he say breathlessly, his eyes burning holes into yours as he looked at you through hooded lids.

You moan around him, the sound reverbating deliciously through Matt's whole body. His hips buck up, making you gag around him, filthy sounds erupting from your throat.

You hollow your cheeks more, Matt's eyes bruising the back of his head as he felt his high approaching. He pressed your head down with both hands, hips lifting up from the couch as he practically used your throat to get himself off. You couldn't do anything but take it— and you wouldn't even complain, because you enjoyed every second of it.

"You like that, huh mama? Using you as my little personal toy?" his filthy words are interrupted by a huffed groan, caused by your hand that massaged his tight balls. "Mmgh, baby, you're doing so good"

His high crashes over him unexpectedly, making his thighs slightly tremble, his release painting yout throat white. You swallow everything quickly, sucking him dry and clean. When you pull back, finally being able to breathe properly, fresh air fills your lungs.

He grips your jaw, crashing his lips on yours, engulfing them in a messy, heated kiss. You straddle his lap, thighs locking his hips under yours steadily. He massages the plushy meat on your thighs, slapping your ass playfully as a smug grin scatters itself across his rosey lips. You jerk slightly at the stinging sensation, pussy fluttering and clenching around nothing from the delicious burn.

"Lay back, baby" he whispers, pressing one more messy peck on your puffy lips. You do as your told, back pressed flat against the couch. He kneels in front of you, head between your thighs as he grips them forcefully, spreading your legs wide open and leaving you completely exposed under his gaze.

The pad of his thumb presses against your sensitive bud, a wet noise emitted at the slight touch. "You're soaked, mama" he says as he starts rubbing tight, precised circles on your clit, the filthy sounds floating around the room. "Is it just because of me?" he asks, a slender finger teasing your entrance, the tip entering just barely before he pulls it out, relishing on the way your tight whole clenched around air.

You moan in response, hips squirming unpatiently under his slow torture. He suddenly stops, drawing a loud cry from your lips. "Words, baby. I want words"

"Yes, Matt, fuck- because 'f you" you whine, eyes becoming glossy.

"It's "sir" for you" he says with a smug smirk, winking playfully while he dipped his head between your thighs, tongue swirling around your sensitive clit. He humms against your drooling cunt, sucking tenderly on the small bundle, the gesture sending warm shivers down your spine. That little flutter in your belly intensifies with every stroke of Matt's skillfull tongue, your eyes rolling back when a slender finger enters your little hole, curling inside to hit that sweet spot repeatedly.

Your cunt leaks with sticky arousal, covering Matt's chin and hand, his pale skin turning shiny. He pulls back just a little, watching your pussy in pure hunger as his finger worked inside of you. He felt his dick throb at the way your sweet whimpers mixed deliciously with the squelches your cunt elicited.

His movements suddenly come to a stop, a loud cry escaping your lips at the lack of his fingers and warm tongue.

He sits up, slapping your meaty ass in the process. "Come ride me, mama. Earn it," he says, a smug grin etching itself on his face. He sits down next to you, all casual and relaxed like his dick wasn't painfully hard.

You take him by surprise when you drape your leg over his thighs in one swift motion, facing away from him. "Yes, sir" you say sweetly, arching you back heavenly. He had a full, perfect view of your back, his eyes following the dipped line on your back, landing right on your ass. He grips it tightly, massaging and groping the plushy flesh.

You line yourself up with his thick shaft, sinking down slowly, trying to adjust to the unfamiliar sensation. When he's fully bottomed out, you can feel him deep inside your fluttery walls, a small bulge tenting in your lower tummy.

A loud, relieved moan escapes your mouth, head tilting back in pure ecstasy. Your palms are flat on his knees for balance, hips starting to pick up their pace. He slaps your ass again, eyes fixated on the red mark left on the already abused skin. "Fuck, mama, just like that," he groans, head falling back against the couch.

"Such a good, mmgh- good girl, riding me so good" he praises again, his gaze running over the blissful sight in front of him. His hand runs up your spine, caressing your soft skin before it dives into your hair, gathering it in a make-shift ponytail.

"Is it just for your daughter or you just looove that dick, huh, mama?" he asks on a mocking tone, tilting your head back by your hair. You whine loudly, hips stuttering as you felt your high approaching.

He slaps your ass again, the burn filling your senses. The loud hit elicits a loud 'smack!' all around the living room, like music to Matt’s ears. "Answer me." he says demandingly, fingers clenching in your hair.

"I love that dick, Matt-"

Another slap is delivered to your ass, skin reddening visibly.

"Sir- fuck, I love that dick, sir" you manage out, thighs sticky as your pussy leaked with arousal, coating Matt’s dick.

When his hand leaves your hair and wraps around your neck snakily, applying pressure just lightly, you could feel your body catching on fire, pure ecstasy coursing through your veins as his free hand starts rubbing fast circles on your sensitive clit.

You trip over the edge, the blissful feeling of the orgasm crashing over you, making your tummy flutter and chest tighten. Matt's name slips off your tongue countlessly, triggering his own high, cock twitching inside your gummy walls. Delicious whimpers leave his lips, filling up your ears and making room into a small corner of your brain, tucking itself there.

As you both came down from your highs, you slowly pull him out, wincing through your teeth at the tickling sensation. He watches as his cum spills out of your tight hole, the sight sending another wave of excitement straight to his dick. "Fuck, look at that" he says, breathless and completely absorbed by you. His finger grazes your cunt, making your hips jerk instantly. He chuckles softly and pulls you flush against his chest, arms wrapped around your waist. He kisses your shoulder blade, placing soft, warm pecks all the way up to your jawline.

“If this is how you intend to deal with your daughter’s school problems, I’m seriously considering giving her detention for the rest of the school year”

cherry’s kisses:: i am not okay.

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wait ok i just read wy@ for dealer!chris and stoner!reader and i’m confused 😭 is that the end of the series or is there more??

for now its the end (quite frankly its cuz idk what to do with them)

brownies 1 & 2 was sum filler cs i hadnt posted in a while, but im not writing as much anyway so theyre kinda in limbo rn

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ꪆৎ ˚⋅ chris is such an asshole when it comes to nathan’s girlfriend, duh. you steal his best friend from him all the time! so when you text nathan pictures to post on instagram with your ass all out, he calls you every name under the goddamn sun: says you look like you snuck onto earth with that ugly ass face. ironic of him, really, considering his favorite position to fuck his best friend’s girlfriend in is missionary. needing to see your pretty face, because it’s his only weakness.

“nahhhh.” chris exhaled through his nose, watching you falter. “so motherfuckin’ confident sending your boyfriend those ass pics, but now you’re here tremblin’, can’t even get it to bounce on me?” your thighs burned. your arms were too weak to hold you up anymore. you were trembling so hard your teeth chattered. you didn’t know how many times he’d pushed you to the edge, dragged you there by the throat only to let you dangle. never letting you fall. never letting you cum. he was mean about it. he enjoyed it.

it started with the photos. cute little shots in that tight little mini skirt. you knew what you were doing, you had sent them to nathan, but you knew chris was there. you knew he’d see them. you wanted him to. now, you were straddling him, body damped in sweat, nipples swollen from how many times he’d bitten them, twisted them. your pussy was so overstimulated it throbbed even untouched, leaking onto his thighs, your wetness pooling under you as if you’d spilled your guts out. but still. still. he wouldn’t let you finish.

every time he’d sense your orgasm building, your stomach tensing, your hips stuttering, he’d rip it away. pull his cock out of you. snatch his fingers from your clit. leave you with that horrible emptiness. that ache. that annoying pressure that refused to leave your body.

chris’s hand slid from your waist where he’d been guiding you like his own personal sex doll, to your tits. his fingers grabbed your brown, sensitive nipples and rolled them slowly, watching your jaw clench from the sting. your hips jerked up desperately. “fuck—” you choked, already gasping. your hair stuck to your sweaty face, your head dropping to the side. you couldn’t even look at him anymore. you couldn’t bear to see the satisfaction on his fuckin’ face. he could tell you were close again. he always knew.

chris grabbed your waist again, this time not to steady, but to lift you. he threw you off his lap. your body hit the bed hard, soooo sore and dizzy, your cunt painfully clenching around nothing. you whimpered. he climbed over you slowly. his knees pinned your thighs open. he was fully in control, leaned over you, sweat dripping from his jaw as he reached down to grip his cock, fat and twitching in his hand.

he lined it up with your entrance. you spread your legs, twitching violently as they opened wider. your pussy fluttered. you were so soaked it was nasty. your thighs were trembling, your chest stuttered with each breath, and you blinked rapidly, trying to stay present, trying not to collapse from the desperation of needing him inside you. he laughed under his breath. you were falling apart for him and he loved it so badly. “chris, please,” you whispered. “i need to…” your words broke as your lip trembled. your body was betraying you, crying without permission. your eyes watering with heat. your thighs closed tighter around his hips, not to trap him, but to grasp yourself into reality.

chris rubbed his swollen tip against your urethral, dragging it up and down soooo slowly. your cunt twitched around nothing, your clit throbbing. then the tears came. three hot tears dripped down your cheeks. two from the left. one from the right. chris tilted his head. “look at you fuckin’ cryin’.” he sounded delighted. however, because he loves when you cry for him, he pushed inside.

your back arched off the bed, he slid in so deep, so fast, your whole body jerked. the fullness making you scream, your pussy clamped down around him hard, the overstimulation felt like pain. “aughh—chris! please. please, please—” you sobbed. his thrusts were heavenly. dragging against every sensitive nerve, every edge inside you. it felt like your body was breaking apart and you loved it. hated it. needed it. chris wiped your tears with his thumb as he fucked into you. then he licked it. sucked the salt off the thumb of his skin.

“i wonder what nathan would think,” he whispered, “if he saw his girl like this. sobbing. begging me to fuck her.” you could barely hear him. you were somewhere else. somewhere floating. you moved your hips on instinct, trying to meet his thrusts, knowing he had to be close too, he hadn’t cum yet either. you could feel how hard he was. how swollen. how angry he was inside you.

“he…he’d be mad,” you choked out. “so so so mad…” chris gripped the bedpost above your head and fucked into you. your body jolted upward with each thrust. the headboard slammed the wall. the sheets were soaked beneath you. you were about to cum. finally. after all of it. your whole body tightened around him. it was finally fuckin’ happening. it was going to hit…

and then it didn’t. a ringtone. loud. so fuckin’ loud.

chris stopped his movements. you screamed. “no, no—please!” your voice cracked, completely gone. your body thrashed under him, hips chasing anything. you were right there. you could feel the delicious feeling. but chris had already pulled out. you whimpered, throat dry, tears streaming again. you tried to close your thighs, tried to press your palm to your clit but he caught your wrist mid air and pushed it away. he climbed off the bed. “might be important,” he said. “you never know…” you lay there, legs still spread open, shaking uncontrollably. you couldn’t breathe. you couldn’t think.

chris picked up his phone. paused. stared. then looked at you, a mean, mean smirk spreading at his thin lips as he held up the screen. “what are the fuckin’ odds,” he muttered. “it’s your boyfriend.”

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— ᥫ᭡ juicy . . . chris and matt sturniolo

where . . . At the gym, Chris and Matt spot you doing squats, and to their surprise, they realize just how thick your ass and thighs had gotten from your routine workouts, leading them to want to show you just how much they appreciate your hard work

contains . . . eventual smut, threesome (ZERO INCEST), reverse cowgirl position, oral (m!receiving), slight spanking, praise

credits to @delilahsturniolo for the marathon concept

HOT PINK WRITING MARATHON . . . fic #12

Controlled breaths and soft grunts left Matt's lips as he stood in front of the wide mirrors on the walls, watching himself as his arms curled up, his hands gripping dumbbells.

His white tank top was already clinging to his chest and shoulders, darkened around the collar with sweat. His arms flexed with each movement, clean and practiced, biceps bulging as he curled the weights up slow, controlled, the kind of effort that didn’t need noise to prove itself.

A few feet away, Chris was mid-set on the incline bench, veins snaking along his arms as he pushed the barbell upward, the plates clinking softly as they steadied at the top, breaths slow and steady.

His black tank stuck to his skin in the same way as Matt's, but it rode up at the sides to reveal carved abs and a sheen of sweat ran down his v-line that lead underneath his basketball shorts. 

They weren’t talking and they didn’t need to. The shared rhythm was there like always — both of them tuned into their own routines, but still clocking each other in that silent way brothers do. Who was lifting heavier. Who was keeping pace. Who was going to tap out first.

Matt made it through one more before his form started to slip. He paused mid-lift, teeth gritted and his huffs seeping through his teeth, then let the weights drop with a quiet, frustrated thud against the mat, a defeated huff leaving him as he heard Chris's bar clink as he racked it.

From the bench, Chris didn't even try to hide his grin as he sat up, his voice almost breathless as he celebrated. “Ha! Told you you’d tap out first.”

Matt shot him a look, still catching his breath, rolling his shoulder in that way he always did when he was being petty. “I didn’t tap out. I’m switching muscle groups.”

“Sure you are,” Chris teased, grasping his gym towel and tapping the sweat that lines his hairline. “That face said ‘I’m done’ five reps ago.”

Matt huffed out a laugh, rolled his eyes, and grabbed his water bottle. “Your bar’s lighter than my warm-up set.”

Chris leaned forward on his knees, towel now slung around his neck as he chuckled. “You can say whatever helps you sleep tonight, man. Just admit it — you tapped out.”

Matt ignored him, raising the bottle to his lips as his eyes absentmindedly swept across the gym absently — just taking in the space, the atmosphere and other people present, maybe thinking about what machine to hit next.

Until his eyes suddenly landed on you.

All three of you had come together, a routine you'd kept up for the last three months of your relationship, but as Matt looked at you, he'd realized something he sure as hell didn't realize before.

You were at the squat rack with your back to them, legs shoulder-width apart, moving through your set with slow, intentional form. There wasn’t a hint of struggle in the way you lowered into each rep, thighs tightening beneath your leggings, ass moving in that perfectly controlled rhythm.

Matt blinked once, then twice, and slowly, his water bottle lowered just a little from his lips, as if he were in a trance.

Chris noticed the shift in his brother's silence, that pause in his motion, and decided to follow his gaze, suddenly now beyond happy he'd made the decision to do so.

You were still going, steady, focused, completely in your own zone. Each time you lowered, your form was solid — back straight, knees right where they needed to be. But the way your leggings hugged you, how your thick thighs now filled out the piece of clothing, how the curve of your ass moved with every rep — fuck, it was something else.

Chris finally broke the silence as he let out a quiet breath. “Damn.”

Matt didn’t answer, just tilted his head a little like he was recalibrating everything.

“When did that happen?” Chris asked under his breath, referring to how thick you'd gotten, tone almost impressed as he stood up from the bench he was on.

Matt swallowed as he slowly capped his bottle, still watching you with a chuckle in his tone. “I have no idea... but i'm fucking loving it.”

“She’s been working legs without us,” Chris pointed out as he now stood next to Matt, a little amused now, arms crossed loosely over his chest.

Matt glanced at him. “Apparently.”

They both stood there for a second, caught between moving and not. You hadn’t looked over yet — but the angle of the mirror in front of you caught everything. And a beat later, your eyes flicked up, right to where they stood.

You didn’t miss a thing. Not the way they were staring, not the way Matt had gone quiet, not the crooked grin starting to pull at Chris’s mouth, even if they both looked like total pervs just staring at you.

You didn’t break your stride though, just kept going, but a smile tugged at the corner of your lips — smug, like you knew exactly what you were doing.

Chris leaned over just a little toward Matt, keeping his voice low and teasing. “Still pacing yourself?”

Matt narrowed his eyes as he glanced at Chris, shaking his head once before holding his bottle tight in his grip, starting to walk over to you.

“You coming?” he asked over his shoulder at Chris who looked as if he was still curious on whether he should come to you or not, but as Matt grew closer, he couldn't help but chuckle before he grabbed his bottle from the bench and made his way over to you and Matt.

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By the time all three of you got home, you were trying not to grin as you fumbled with your keys, the lock just slightly stubborn in that way it always was. You leaned into the door with a soft laugh under your breath as Matt’s hands slid around your waist from behind, pulling you gently back against him.

“Hey—” you protested, giggling a little, half-surprised at how handsy they were getting with you. “I’m trying to open the door.”

Chris’s voice was a breath right at your ear. “Mhmmm,” he murmured, his lips ghosting over your skin. “That’s why you've been taking your sweet ol' time with the key for like… a full minute.”

You laughed again, breathy and flustered. “It’s stuck!”

Matt kissed the back of your shoulder, slow and warm, whilst Chris's kissed at the opposite side of your neck, Matt murmuring against your skin. “You’re stuck. On our minds.”

“Oh my God,” you scoffed at his cheesiness, but you were already smiling, biting your lip as you finally got the door open. The second it creaked inward, Chris stepped behind you as you all walked in and kicked it closed without missing a beat.

You took two steps forward before you felt Matt’s mouth again, soft and slow at the base of your neck, while Chris’s hands slid under your tank top from behind, grazing up your sides. You squirmed a little between them, a laugh bubbling up before you could stop it.

“Okay, okay,” you said through a grin, trying to turn around. “Why are you two acting like this all of a sudden?”

Chris didn’t move far, his lips brushing the shell of your ear, feigning innocence with a soft chuckle. “Acting like what?”

“Like you’re about to eat me alive,” you teased, giggling again when Matt’s hand squeezed your hip.

“Because we are,” Matt said, voice rough but playful. “You should’ve seen the way you looked at the gym.”

“You were showing off,” Chris added, grinning as he tugged gently at the hem of your tank top.

“I wasn’t,” you lied, barely holding back another laugh as you knew you were totally trying to catch their attentions back at the gym, a breath catching in your throat as Matt’s fingers slid under the waistband of your leggings.

“Then why were you smirking at us in the mirror?” Chris asked, pressing a kiss to your cheek, then lower. “You knew we were staring.”

“You were staring?” you asked, pretending to sound scandalized — but it was no use with how flushed your face felt. Your voice broke on a laugh as Matt’s hand smoothed over the curve of your ass, just firm enough to make your knees wobble a little.

Matt leaned in, pressing up behind you like he was losing grip on his self control. “How could we not?”

Chris slipped to walk in front of you, his hand finding yours to guide you gently forward, his back facing away from you. “Bedroom. Now. Before I do something ridiculous in this hallway.”

You giggled again, tripping a little on your way down the hall, but they steadied you between themselves like they had a plan — like they’d been thinking about this since the moment they'd left that gym.

As you all stepped into the bedroom, your lips met Chris's, his hands trailing down to grasp the hem of your tank top as your hands slid up to curl into the strands of his hair. You felt as he tugged up your tank top, making you pull from the kiss to help him take it off, chuckles and giggles spilling from the three of you as you got to the bed.

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"Oh f-fuck!"

Your moans echoed throughout the bedroom, mixing in with Chris's groans as his hands gripped your hips tight, his eyes trained on the way your ass lifted and fell with each movement you made, your hands holding yourself up on his thighs as you rode him reverse cowgirl style.

A gasped yelp left your lips as Chris's hand came down with another smack, not too hard, but not too weak, perfect enough to sting upon impact before instantly melting into thrilling pleasure that coursed through your body.

"Jesus fuck, ma— such a perfect fuckin' ass. Been working it out for a while now, huh? Wanting to see if we'd notice?" Chris teased as his hands guided your hips, his head lolling back at the ecstatic feeling of you riding him like this.

You could hardly give him a clear answer back as Matt's cock slipped back into your willing mouth, your eyes rolling back at the taste of him before bobbing your head, a muffled "mhmmm" leaving you around Matt's dick as one hand came up to grip his thigh as well.

"Couldn't– fuck– couldn't help ourselves, baby," Matt cooed down at you, groaning deeply as you took him so perfectly, just like you always did, your pretty eyes looking up at him in a way that had him nearly blowing his load right the. and there. "We just had to reward you once we saw how much your work's been paying off."

You moaned around Matt's cock at his words, feeling as his fingers gripped your hair tighter with a grunt leaving his lips.

Nothing but sounds of pleasuring sex filled the room, groans and moans, whines and grunts, slaps and slurps. It was obscene, but god, you fucking loved it. You couldn't help the way you mewled as Matt's cock slipped from your mouth, feeling as Chris thrusted up into you, his movements now quickened in a way you knew all too well.

"Shhhit, ma— god, you're gonna make me fuckin' cum—" Chris groaned out almost pathetically, his hands sliding down to dig his fingers into your deliciously thick thighs, his thrusts meeting your moving hips in a way that had your nearly trembling with pleasure.

You couldn't get Matt back into your mouth with how Chris was fucking you, so your hand shakingly moved up, wrapping around his thick cock and starting to pump him at a pace that had him stuttering his breath and tensing his thighs.

"Fucking hell— gonna make me fucking cum too, baby— keep that up— oh fuck, please—" Matt moaned, his hips thrusting forward to meet your pumps, practically fucking your fist as you looked up at him with parts lips and flushed cheeks.

You could feel as both of their movements became a little sloppy, hurried as if they were scrambling to the edge, and as you felt that burning pleasure grow and grow within, you moved your hips and hand in time just to tip them over the edge.

As if in unison, you felt as thick, warm spurts of cum from Chris filled your sweet cunt, all the while pearly ropes of cum shot from Matt's cock, your mouth open as they landed on your tongue and face, making you let out a breathless giggle before you felt your orgasm wash over you like a tidal wave, your eyes rolling back in ecstasy.

Groans, whines, and moans filled the room as you rode out your collective highs, before everything finally slowed down to a stop, Chris's thrusts halting, you hips stopping, and your hand slipping from Matt's cock. The once pleasured noises turned now into panted breaths.

"Please don't ever fucking change this gorgeous body, ma," Chris panted behind you, pulling breathless chuckles and giggles from all three of you, a collective agreement throughout the room.

Oh you were never going to stop giving them more to drool over.

☆ : so so sorry this is coming out so late in the day, was out most of the day with family so, had to work on this when I could 😭 hope it turned out good and that you guys enjoy!! 1 MORE DAY YALL <33

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i miss jules :(( is she doing okay

lowk anon last time i talked to her she deep in the trenches...hope shes okay tho lmao

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after all my planned works are over, i PROMISE to make a sub fic just for you, whatever you'd want, I'll make it, cause I haven't written full sub matt or chris in SUCH a long time 😭😭 (also I missed TF outta you <33)

Oh i LOVE you.

Will be sat and waiting !!!

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— ᥫ᭡ juicy . . . chris and matt sturniolo

where . . . At the gym, Chris and Matt spot you doing squats, and to their surprise, they realize just how thick your ass and thighs had gotten from your routine workouts, leading them to want to show you just how much they appreciate your hard work

contains . . . eventual smut, threesome (ZERO INCEST), reverse cowgirl position, oral (m!receiving), slight spanking, praise

credits to @delilahsturniolo for the marathon concept

HOT PINK WRITING MARATHON . . . fic #12

Controlled breaths and soft grunts left Matt's lips as he stood in front of the wide mirrors on the walls, watching himself as his arms curled up, his hands gripping dumbbells.

His white tank top was already clinging to his chest and shoulders, darkened around the collar with sweat. His arms flexed with each movement, clean and practiced, biceps bulging as he curled the weights up slow, controlled, the kind of effort that didn’t need noise to prove itself.

A few feet away, Chris was mid-set on the incline bench, veins snaking along his arms as he pushed the barbell upward, the plates clinking softly as they steadied at the top, breaths slow and steady.

His black tank stuck to his skin in the same way as Matt's, but it rode up at the sides to reveal carved abs and a sheen of sweat ran down his v-line that lead underneath his basketball shorts. 

They weren’t talking and they didn’t need to. The shared rhythm was there like always — both of them tuned into their own routines, but still clocking each other in that silent way brothers do. Who was lifting heavier. Who was keeping pace. Who was going to tap out first.

Matt made it through one more before his form started to slip. He paused mid-lift, teeth gritted and his huffs seeping through his teeth, then let the weights drop with a quiet, frustrated thud against the mat, a defeated huff leaving him as he heard Chris's bar clink as he racked it.

From the bench, Chris didn't even try to hide his grin as he sat up, his voice almost breathless as he celebrated. “Ha! Told you you’d tap out first.”

Matt shot him a look, still catching his breath, rolling his shoulder in that way he always did when he was being petty. “I didn’t tap out. I’m switching muscle groups.”

“Sure you are,” Chris teased, grasping his gym towel and tapping the sweat that lines his hairline. “That face said ‘I’m done’ five reps ago.”

Matt huffed out a laugh, rolled his eyes, and grabbed his water bottle. “Your bar’s lighter than my warm-up set.”

Chris leaned forward on his knees, towel now slung around his neck as he chuckled. “You can say whatever helps you sleep tonight, man. Just admit it — you tapped out.”

Matt ignored him, raising the bottle to his lips as his eyes absentmindedly swept across the gym absently — just taking in the space, the atmosphere and other people present, maybe thinking about what machine to hit next.

Until his eyes suddenly landed on you.

All three of you had come together, a routine you'd kept up for the last three months of your relationship, but as Matt looked at you, he'd realized something he sure as hell didn't realize before.

You were at the squat rack with your back to them, legs shoulder-width apart, moving through your set with slow, intentional form. There wasn’t a hint of struggle in the way you lowered into each rep, thighs tightening beneath your leggings, ass moving in that perfectly controlled rhythm.

Matt blinked once, then twice, and slowly, his water bottle lowered just a little from his lips, as if he were in a trance.

Chris noticed the shift in his brother's silence, that pause in his motion, and decided to follow his gaze, suddenly now beyond happy he'd made the decision to do so.

You were still going, steady, focused, completely in your own zone. Each time you lowered, your form was solid — back straight, knees right where they needed to be. But the way your leggings hugged you, how your thick thighs now filled out the piece of clothing, how the curve of your ass moved with every rep — fuck, it was something else.

Chris finally broke the silence as he let out a quiet breath. “Damn.”

Matt didn’t answer, just tilted his head a little like he was recalibrating everything.

“When did that happen?” Chris asked under his breath, referring to how thick you'd gotten, tone almost impressed as he stood up from the bench he was on.

Matt swallowed as he slowly capped his bottle, still watching you with a chuckle in his tone. “I have no idea... but i'm fucking loving it.”

“She’s been working legs without us,” Chris pointed out as he now stood next to Matt, a little amused now, arms crossed loosely over his chest.

Matt glanced at him. “Apparently.”

They both stood there for a second, caught between moving and not. You hadn’t looked over yet — but the angle of the mirror in front of you caught everything. And a beat later, your eyes flicked up, right to where they stood.

You didn’t miss a thing. Not the way they were staring, not the way Matt had gone quiet, not the crooked grin starting to pull at Chris’s mouth, even if they both looked like total pervs just staring at you.

You didn’t break your stride though, just kept going, but a smile tugged at the corner of your lips — smug, like you knew exactly what you were doing.

Chris leaned over just a little toward Matt, keeping his voice low and teasing. “Still pacing yourself?”

Matt narrowed his eyes as he glanced at Chris, shaking his head once before holding his bottle tight in his grip, starting to walk over to you.

“You coming?” he asked over his shoulder at Chris who looked as if he was still curious on whether he should come to you or not, but as Matt grew closer, he couldn't help but chuckle before he grabbed his bottle from the bench and made his way over to you and Matt.

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By the time all three of you got home, you were trying not to grin as you fumbled with your keys, the lock just slightly stubborn in that way it always was. You leaned into the door with a soft laugh under your breath as Matt’s hands slid around your waist from behind, pulling you gently back against him.

“Hey—” you protested, giggling a little, half-surprised at how handsy they were getting with you. “I’m trying to open the door.”

Chris’s voice was a breath right at your ear. “Mhmmm,” he murmured, his lips ghosting over your skin. “That’s why you've been taking your sweet ol' time with the key for like… a full minute.”

You laughed again, breathy and flustered. “It’s stuck!”

Matt kissed the back of your shoulder, slow and warm, whilst Chris's kissed at the opposite side of your neck, Matt murmuring against your skin. “You’re stuck. On our minds.”

“Oh my God,” you scoffed at his cheesiness, but you were already smiling, biting your lip as you finally got the door open. The second it creaked inward, Chris stepped behind you as you all walked in and kicked it closed without missing a beat.

You took two steps forward before you felt Matt’s mouth again, soft and slow at the base of your neck, while Chris’s hands slid under your tank top from behind, grazing up your sides. You squirmed a little between them, a laugh bubbling up before you could stop it.

“Okay, okay,” you said through a grin, trying to turn around. “Why are you two acting like this all of a sudden?”

Chris didn’t move far, his lips brushing the shell of your ear, feigning innocence with a soft chuckle. “Acting like what?”

“Like you’re about to eat me alive,” you teased, giggling again when Matt’s hand squeezed your hip.

“Because we are,” Matt said, voice rough but playful. “You should’ve seen the way you looked at the gym.”

“You were showing off,” Chris added, grinning as he tugged gently at the hem of your tank top.

“I wasn’t,” you lied, barely holding back another laugh as you knew you were totally trying to catch their attentions back at the gym, a breath catching in your throat as Matt’s fingers slid under the waistband of your leggings.

“Then why were you smirking at us in the mirror?” Chris asked, pressing a kiss to your cheek, then lower. “You knew we were staring.”

“You were staring?” you asked, pretending to sound scandalized — but it was no use with how flushed your face felt. Your voice broke on a laugh as Matt’s hand smoothed over the curve of your ass, just firm enough to make your knees wobble a little.

Matt leaned in, pressing up behind you like he was losing grip on his self control. “How could we not?”

Chris slipped to walk in front of you, his hand finding yours to guide you gently forward, his back facing away from you. “Bedroom. Now. Before I do something ridiculous in this hallway.”

You giggled again, tripping a little on your way down the hall, but they steadied you between themselves like they had a plan — like they’d been thinking about this since the moment they'd left that gym.

As you all stepped into the bedroom, your lips met Chris's, his hands trailing down to grasp the hem of your tank top as your hands slid up to curl into the strands of his hair. You felt as he tugged up your tank top, making you pull from the kiss to help him take it off, chuckles and giggles spilling from the three of you as you got to the bed.

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"Oh f-fuck!"

Your moans echoed throughout the bedroom, mixing in with Chris's groans as his hands gripped your hips tight, his eyes trained on the way your ass lifted and fell with each movement you made, your hands holding yourself up on his thighs as you rode him reverse cowgirl style.

A gasped yelp left your lips as Chris's hand came down with another smack, not too hard, but not too weak, perfect enough to sting upon impact before instantly melting into thrilling pleasure that coursed through your body.

"Jesus fuck, ma— such a perfect fuckin' ass. Been working it out for a while now, huh? Wanting to see if we'd notice?" Chris teased as his hands guided your hips, his head lolling back at the ecstatic feeling of you riding him like this.

You could hardly give him a clear answer back as Matt's cock slipped back into your willing mouth, your eyes rolling back at the taste of him before bobbing your head, a muffled "mhmmm" leaving you around Matt's dick as one hand came up to grip his thigh as well.

"Couldn't– fuck– couldn't help ourselves, baby," Matt cooed down at you, groaning deeply as you took him so perfectly, just like you always did, your pretty eyes looking up at him in a way that had him nearly blowing his load right the. and there. "We just had to reward you once we saw how much your work's been paying off."

You moaned around Matt's cock at his words, feeling as his fingers gripped your hair tighter with a grunt leaving his lips.

Nothing but sounds of pleasuring sex filled the room, groans and moans, whines and grunts, slaps and slurps. It was obscene, but god, you fucking loved it. You couldn't help the way you mewled as Matt's cock slipped from your mouth, feeling as Chris thrusted up into you, his movements now quickened in a way you knew all too well.

"Shhhit, ma— god, you're gonna make me fuckin' cum—" Chris groaned out almost pathetically, his hands sliding down to dig his fingers into your deliciously thick thighs, his thrusts meeting your moving hips in a way that had your nearly trembling with pleasure.

You couldn't get Matt back into your mouth with how Chris was fucking you, so your hand shakingly moved up, wrapping around his thick cock and starting to pump him at a pace that had him stuttering his breath and tensing his thighs.

"Fucking hell— gonna make me fucking cum too, baby— keep that up— oh fuck, please—" Matt moaned, his hips thrusting forward to meet your pumps, practically fucking your fist as you looked up at him with parts lips and flushed cheeks.

You could feel as both of their movements became a little sloppy, hurried as if they were scrambling to the edge, and as you felt that burning pleasure grow and grow within, you moved your hips and hand in time just to tip them over the edge.

As if in unison, you felt as thick, warm spurts of cum from Chris filled your sweet cunt, all the while pearly ropes of cum shot from Matt's cock, your mouth open as they landed on your tongue and face, making you let out a breathless giggle before you felt your orgasm wash over you like a tidal wave, your eyes rolling back in ecstasy.

Groans, whines, and moans filled the room as you rode out your collective highs, before everything finally slowed down to a stop, Chris's thrusts halting, you hips stopping, and your hand slipping from Matt's cock. The once pleasured noises turned now into panted breaths.

"Please don't ever fucking change this gorgeous body, ma," Chris panted behind you, pulling breathless chuckles and giggles from all three of you, a collective agreement throughout the room.

Oh you were never going to stop giving them more to drool over.

☆ : so so sorry this is coming out so late in the day, was out most of the day with family so, had to work on this when I could 😭 hope it turned out good and that you guys enjoy!! 1 MORE DAY YALL <33

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Please stop writing fics where reader is a minor. It's sooo weird and there's genuinely no reason why your character should be written as underage ESPECIALLY as a smut blog.

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Everyone moved on but im still here

— matt prepares you an easter surprise

★ i hope yall had a great easter my loves! this is a little longer than i had planned but enjoy!!! credits to any and all authors that ever came up with bunny!matt or animal!triplet! <3 ★

tw: sub!matt + PEGGING + light pet play — don’t read it if you don’t like it! this is a fetish, a kink, and none of this is real. it’s fanfiction, purely for entertainment purposes.

quietness takes over the living room as you step inside the house, the noise of your keys jangling and your heels clacking across the wooden floor signaling you were finally home. matt would usually be watching tv or playing games. it was all too silent. almost as if he was planning something.

“baby?” you chant, entering the bedroom. a streak of light comes from the slightly open bathroom door, but matt doesn’t seem to notice your arrival. your gaze lands on the mattress and your jaw goes slack as you notice the objects there — lube, condoms, and a butt plug.

your presence remains unnoticed. you sit on the bed, resting your back against the headboard as you open the buttons of your shirt, waiting for matt. soon enough, you hear the bathroom door creaking, matt coming in slow steps. he’s wearing a white t-shirt, baby blue boxers and bunny ears.

“you look so cute” you say, startling matt. his cheeks are burning red — you weren’t supposed to be there before he got ready. his hands immediately went for the hair accessory, removing it and hiding it behind his back. matt’s gaze flickered between you and the mattress as he tried to come up with an excuse. “i-i… i thought you’d come home… later” matt whispers.

you chuckle at matt. “what were you planning, baby?” you ask in a warm, loving tone. matt can’t resist when you talk like that. “w-was… gonna wear it” he confesses. “for you”.

you drag your fingers across your chest, your digits traveling over your lingerie before reaching for the butt plug. it’s medium-sized, with a soft, fluffy ball mimicking a bunny’s tail. “oh yeah? you wanted to be my little bunny?” you tease, playing with the toy. “but we won’t need this” you gaze at the condoms. “bunnies fuck raw” you say, and matt gulps. he can feel the blood rushing directly towards his cock, his veins pumping inside his underwear.

you motion your index, silently asking matt to come closer. you tap your thighs twice as he walks, gladly taking a seat on your lap. he has left the bunny ears on the mattress, close enough for you to reach it and place it back on his head. “there you go, such a good boy” you praise and matt immediately whines. his dick rests perfectly against your clothed pussy, his hard-on pressing on you.

you rest your hands on matt’s hips, gently caressing him before touching his waistband. he squirms on your lap, but doesn’t protest, allowing you to go further. you take a look at the pathetic stain on his underwear, a huge wet spot forming as he leaks pre-cum. matt lifts his weight just enough for you to remove his baby blue boxers, his cock slapping against his lower tummy. “should’ve gotten my strap” you tease, palming his ass before giving a light slap. matt chews on his lower lip, placing both hands on your shoulder.

“look at you” you coo, taking his shirt off. matt’s now completely bare, only adorned by his bunny ears. “such a pretty boy for mama” you continue, pressing a kiss on his collarbones as you wrap your knuckles around his girth, slowly pumping him. matt moans at the sudden contact, bunny ears bouncing as he moves on your lap.

“get those for me, prince” you ask matt, who pouts before reaching for the plug and the lube. you’re still stroking him, gradually increasing your pace as your free hand opens the bottle. you finally let go of matt’s length, a small amount of pre-cum covering your fingers. “no” he complained. “please don’ stop, was feelin’ so good”

“be a good boy” you warn him. “you’re doing so well, i don’t my little bunny misbehaving”. matt gulps, nodding his head. you spread a generous quantity of lubricant on your fingers and the plug, making sure they’re well coated. your clean hand goes back to matt’s dick, your thumb rubbing his tip in circular motions “nhng— mama— please!”

you chuckle at his desperation. “matthew” you call him in a harsh tone, almost scolding him for his lack of patience. “still gotta stretch you out” you say, but matt whines in protest. “already… did it” he confesses, too embarrassed to look at you.

“already stretched out?” you repeat, and matt nods, confirming his own words. “just a while ago” he says, staring at the butt plug. you follow his gaze, noticing how eager matt was to have the bunny tail attached to him.

you trail kisses on his bare torso, your hand reaching for his ass. he promptly hold his weight on his knees as you place the toy beneath him, pressing it against his entrance. his jaw goes slack, squeezing his eyes shut as you continue to push the plug inside him. matt takes most of it, desperately seeking your reassurance. “just a bit more baby” you whisper, twisting the silicone and spreading the lube. “you’re doing so good for me, my bunny boy. getting mama all worked up, looking all pretty for me” you continue to shower him with praises and kisses, and matt finally takes the entire plug in. you give a light pat on the fuzzy part, causing matt to whine in embarrassment. “turn over for me baby, let me see it”.

matt obeys, crawling off of your lap and bending over for you. he’s in all fours, ass up — and you can’t resist giving him a slap. his pale skin immediately turns red, a muffled moan coming from the back of his throat. you delight yourself with the sight in front of you as you remove your clothes, laying your back against the pillow and patting the mattress. matt tilts his head, blue eyes widening as he sees your bare body.

his cock starts to hurt. he’s been planing this for so long and now all he wants is to be inside you. “mama needs to check if bunnies really fuck that good” you say, spreading your legs open. matt positions himself in between your thighs with some difficulty, the butt plug making it harder for him to move around freely. he gets closer to you, dragging his tip across your folds, the wetness of both parts turning everything slippery.

“fill me up real good baby” you say, playing with his bunny ears. “yes mama” matt agrees, burying his cock into you. his girth easily slips in, his large shaft stretching your walls as you hold his shoulders. matt thrusts his hips forward, trying hard to hold back his approaching orgasm — it was pathetic. matt just got inside you and he knows he needs to last more than a minute.

“fuck” he cusses out, breathing heavily. he could feel your warmth around his length and the plug filling his bottom, your nails scratching his back, your moans and his own whimpers taking over the darkened room. everything contributing to his release.

you notice how matt is struggling, cupping his cheeks on your palms. you press a lingering kiss against his lips, which seems to work. matt’s not as nervous or overwhelmed, simply enjoying your touch. your sneaky fingers reach for his bunny ears, removing it from his hair. matt sighs in relief, but tightens his grip on your hips as soon as he sees what you’re doing — wearing the bunny ears yourself.

“see?” you say, caressing his stubble. “now we’re both bunnies” you smile at matt, reassuring him. he nods and leans in for a kiss, the smal seal suddenly becoming more intense. your fingers gently tug at matt’s brown locks, begging for him fuck you. “be a good boy for mama hm? breed me real good”.

matt filled you up perfectly, his veins pumping against your gummy walls as his tip brushed on your cervix. he kept on thrusting inside you, too busy marking your neck to notice anything else around him. your hands travel to his ass once again, harshly massaging his flesh and forcing matt to fuck you deeper.

you’re a mess, but he’s even worse, desperately pounding into you, seeking his own high. “gon’ cum” he manages to speak. “wan breed you so bad mama please let me cum” matt begs. “yeah? wanna make mama all full?” you say, feeling your own releasing approaching as well.

“yes— ah!” matt moans. “please need to cum so bad mama” he continues to beg. you love to see his desperation, teasing him even further “my pretty little bunny is gonna be a good boy and get mama knocked up?” you speak. he no longer holds himself, allowing his orgasm to wash over him. matt releases thick ropes of cum inside you, painting your walls white as you also reach your high, squeezing matt’s cock.

matt pulls out, watching his cum ooze from your pussy and whining at the sight. his body right next to yours as he pants heavily, recovering from his orgasm. he chuckles at you, ruffling your hair and playing with the bunny ears, “i really hope i fucked all my bunnies inside you”.

got carried away with this one i apologize if it’s too freaky… and not proofread, i apologize for any mistakes / typos! once again i did not create bunny!matt nor animal!triplet, credit to the authors that did it first! hope yall liked it 🤍

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TW.

the pedo on this app known as Juno/Bri/Star is also impersonating more people that have some sort of “relationship” to the triplets.

this is a very important issue. i had more than a dozen minors come to me personally in dms showing me really disturbing interactions they had with this 28 year old woman. it’s not okay.

Proof and info is located on @exposemermaid - please spread this info. like/reblog/comment/share. everyone needs to be aware of this.

some tags for awareness — @muwapsturniolo @nickssidewitch @chrisbratt333 @lovesturni0l0s @emos4matt @luvs4matt

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in which: matt fingers you while making out which makes it harder for you to kiss him back.

contains: NSFW - heavy kissing, fingering, teasing, soft dominance, praising, pet names.

based on: this

The living room was dimly lit, just the soft flicker of the TV casting a dull blue light across the couch. You couldn’t even remember what show had been playing. You’d both been needy since the moment you woke up — stolen glances over breakfast, subtle touches while brushing past each other, and now this.

Matt was on top of you, your back pressed into the cushions of the couch, your fingers tangled in his soft hair. His mouth moved feverishly against yours, like he couldn’t get close enough, couldn’t breathe unless it was through you. His thigh was slotted perfectly between yours, pressing against you just enough to make your hips twitch on instinct.

“Mmm,” you whimpered softly into his mouth, the friction sending heat curling through your stomach.

Matt grinned against your lips, breath heavy. “You’ve been actin’ needy all day, sweet girl. You want it that bad, huh?” His voice was teasing, low and full of heat.

You didn’t answer — couldn’t. His mouth was back on yours before you could form a thought, sucking on your bottom lip just enough to make your eyes flutter shut. Your hips shifted again, seeking more of his leg, more friction. You weren’t subtle about it, and Matt definitely noticed.

“Thought so,” he mumbled, trailing hot, open-mouthed kisses along your jawline and down your neck, where you gasped and clung tighter to his shoulders. “God, you’re so fuckin’ pretty like this.”

Then you felt it — his hand slipping between your thighs, the pads of his fingers dragging up the soft inside of your thigh, slow and confident. You pulled back from the kiss just slightly, panting, but Matt didn’t stop. He was watching your face now, that smug smirk tugging at his lips like he was already winning something.

“You’re already soaked, baby,” he murmured with a low chuckle. “Is that all for me?”

Your cheeks burned, but the desperate ache inside you was louder than your embarrassment. “Yes,” you breathed out, hips already twitching when his fingers brushed over your clothed core.

“That’s my good girl,” he cooed, sliding his fingers beneath your waistband and into your panties. “Always so ready for me.”

You gasped, hands gripping his hoodie tighter when his fingers finally touched you properly — warm, calloused fingertips circling your clit before sliding down and pushing one finger inside you, slow and deep. Your head fell back into the couch cushion, your lips parting on a moan that he instantly swallowed up with another kiss.

Trying to kiss him back was impossible. His mouth was everywhere — your lips, your chin, your neck — and the way he curled his finger inside you made your brain short-circuit. When he added a second finger, moving them in slow, deliberate strokes, your hips arched against him.

“Having trouble kissin’ me back, sweet girl?” he murmured, kissing the corner of your mouth, teasing. “Too much for you?”

You whimpered, trying to speak, but only a strangled moan left your lips as he picked up the pace, his fingers hitting that spot that made your thighs tremble.

“Aw, baby,” he whispered, kissing your cheek, your temple, your lips again. “You sound so fuckin’ pretty when you fall apart for me.”

He loved watching you like this — gasping against his mouth, eyes fluttering half shut, lips trying to meet his but never quite keeping up because of what he was doing between your thighs. He pumped his fingers steadily, his thumb pressing tight circles against your clit now, his chest pressed to yours so you could feel every low groan he made into your skin.

“You gonna come for me?” he whispered, voice heavy with need, his lips grazing your ear. “Come on, baby. Let go. Be my sweet girl.”

The coil in your stomach tightened, your body trembling under him as his name spilled from your lips in broken gasps. His kisses never stopped — soft and praising as he helped you through it, fingers slowing but never leaving you.

“There she is,” he whispered, kissing you softer now, sweetly, like he wasn’t still inside you, still rock hard and needy himself. “God, I love makin’ you fall apart.”

You blinked up at him, breathless, completely gone for him — and the heat in his eyes told you he was nowhere near finished.

“Think we’re done, baby?” he grinned, already kissing you again. “Nah. I’m just gettin’ started.”

A/N: ugh i miss posting on here but been busy with work and studies and work

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. . . INTRODUCING ꒰ EX!CHRIS

ex!chris is always able to sneak his way back into your bed, whether that be from his irresistible charm or your unavoidable desire for him

ex!chris who always seems to be where you are, never malicious but always calculated — hoping you’d bump into him and fall into the trap of your unmistakable chemistry.

it’s always the same, and he’s more shocked when it doesn’t work.

making friends with you in the hopes it leads you both back down that familiar path. he uses his charm and wit to get you to smile and laugh — reminding you of your unavoidable connection.

but its worst of all when he’s truly himself. leaning down to talk to you, effortlessly carrying himself in a way that made your head spin.

all with the mere fact that you could never not be attracted to him. that was his true power.

“stop looking so smug.” you mutter. he can only smirk further, trying his hardest to wipe it away as his hands grip your thighs tighter. “m’not.” he shakes his head allowing his face to sink further in between your legs.

“what are you doing then?” you breathe out, looking down the bed to where he was. “just… happy to be here.” he mumbles, dragging his tongue across your pussy — trying to prove his point.

you let out a shaky breath, your body responding like it always did — hot and shaky from his touch. you wanna ignore the way he’s so cocky, but despite his mouth being occupied, lips wrapping around your clit to gently suck, there’s a smug glint in his eyes. and you hate it.

“i hate you.”

he hums against your cunt in response, interrupting your complains by illiciting breathless whines from your mouth.

“do you?”

you can’t even respond, moaning out as he flicks his tongue over your clit. you hate how well he knows your body, the way he can make you melt so easily all because you feed into it — running to him when you need a release, leaving him to think he was the only person that could make you feel like this.

which wasn’t exactly far from the truth.

“you got a lotta’ attitude for someone who can’t even speak right now.” his thumb rubs slow circles over your clit as he speaks, earning a disapproving look from you. “don’t push your luck.”

he raises his eyebrows, returning his gaze back down to your slick folds — all for him. “i do like my luck.”

“mmh, key word. luck.” you add, only for your mouth to fall open as he starts going down on you properly. sucking and licking all over in a messy, possessive manner — in turn trying to argue against your comment.

he wants to have a go at you, falsify your point by reminding you how addicted you are to him. but he knows better by now — instead, showing you.

your back’s arched off the bed, fingers tangled into his hair as you grind your hips forward — unable to stop yourself from greedily taking everything he was giving you.

“f-fuck — please.” you moan out, heat and goosebumps flushing over your skin, enough for chris to feel it in his hands that remained firm on your plush thighs.

and of course he listens to your plea, bringing his hand down to enter a finger — feeling your gummy walls suck him in desperately.

it made his mind fuzzy. feeling how much your body welcomed him— craved him. it made him dizzy with power, wanting to take it all. wanting to feel that love around his cock instead.

“god, i wanna fuck you — let me.” he breathes out, voice horse as his head tilts up — lips wet with your slick, eyes glazed over with need.

no matter how many times you let him back into your bed, there was an obvious attempt to keep it… not so intimate. well, as much as it could be.

you shake your head, letting your hand rest in his hair to direct him back down to your dripping cunt. wanting the very thing you came here for — a release.

it frustrates him, of course it does. but you were never one to cave in quickly, and he knew that better than anyone else. he loved the way you were so blunt and so stubborn — but god did his dick hate it.

he can’t help the way his hips roll forward against the mattress — painful boner rubbing back and forth in his boxers, only growing harder from the taste of you, and the feeling of your tight cunt wrapped around his fingers that sink in deep.

“fuck.” he pulls back, messily wiping his mouth clean. “i’m so fuckin’ horny.” he sits up, gaze dropping to the prominent bulge in his pants — your own eyes following greedily. “please.”

you swallow a little, everything inside you screaming no. you shouldn’t go further, shouldn’t let him weasel his way back in.

it just can’t happen.

“oh g-god, you’re so fuckin’ tight.” he grunts, holding himself up as his dick slips further into you. chris wastes no time dragging his hips back, grinding into you at a pace and angle he knew you loved.

you look back, hands gripping the pillow as you arch your ass into him. “thi— mghh — this c-can’t happen again.” you choke out, barely keeping your eyes open from the sheer pleasure of his dick driving into you.

he nods, letting out a small grunt of agreement. “swear it won’t.” you both know it’s all a lie, but what good came out of admitting the harsh truth.

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