warnings: nudity(not really), smut, nipple play, clitoral stimulation, wet bodies, kissing, fingering, matt being THE man. english is not my first language!
a.n.: there’s been such a long time i don’t write this is like a come back. anyways hope u enjoy it 🩷
rain was pouring over NY. i could hear faint shrieks from people caught off guard, scrambling for cover. naturally, i didn't have an umbrella, and my drenched shoes squishing with every frantic step weren’t helping with my mood neither. i couldn't see even a foot in front of me, and to top it all off, today was the day i had decided to wear a white mini dress. it was clenched around my body, completely see through showing off my pink underwear set. i was fighting my life to finally get to my apartment and forget this day. ‘let men away from me God, let men away from me’ repeated in my head when i suddenly bumped into someone. ‘today really isn’t my day’. it was a man, a pretty tall one, dressed all in black with his hoodie cap covering his face. ‘i’m so ficked’
the man moved both his hands to my shoulders and i thought it was my time.
“i’m sorry” he screamed.
wait. i know that voice.
i moved my hair slick in my forehead because of the rain and my sight dropped to that stranger’s hand. there was a little wave near his wrist. fuck.
“matt??” my voice was low but i knew he heard it. because the stranger-that was now found out as my ex- froze for a bit. even thought i couldn’t completely see his face i sense he connected the dots.
“y/n?…”
his hands left me to move that cap and finally reveal his face.
i let out a sigh. he was different. beard. hair out of eyes. small jewelry. it was like… he was a man now. not that teenage that i used to date. seemed like the years did good to him.
“hey” he simply said, a small smile growing on his face.
those ocean blue eyes were the same tough. were exactly as i remember, penetrating but yet calming look that made me completely mesmerized.
the rainstorm didn’t even bother anymore.
“hi-“ i started to say but then a man next to us screamed “don’t even need to take out your clothes to see what you hide hottie!!” and started laughing.
that brought me to reality and reminded me the fact that i was almost naked in the street.
my throat closed. disgusted.
my arms moved to cover my breasts, in a way to protect myself.
felt matt’s posture shift. slowly, he turned his head toward the voice, jaw locked tight and those eyes that were before kind and soft now turned dark.
“move perv. or i’ll make you.”
he stepped to position himself between me and the other guy. pulled me closer under his arm, tucking my shoulder into his side.
“u okay? i’m sorry about that.” he muttered low, his firm grip letting me know I was safe.
looked back and the guy started to walk away too.
“yeah. but really… this dress isn’t helping.” i said, pointing to my own body.
“here. this will help.” he started to take his coat off and positioned it on my shoulders.
matthew sturniolo the man you are.
“thank you.” even with the rain i tried to look at his eyes.
“that’s the minimum.” we paused, looking at each other.
“we should get going.” i said.
both of us started to move a little faster, the storm still banging.
he chuckled. “we’re near your hotel?” the older one questioned.
“my apartment? not really... five more blocks away.”
he thought for a bit. “look.. my house is near here. we can’t go there and get you changed.”
i stopped. “wait really?”
he made a disturbed face. “yes really. just let’s get out of this rain before we get a cold.”
i started moving with a smile on my face. that made me remember how protective he was when we were together. i guess somethings don’t change.
we walked for five more minutes, that felt like hours thanks to this amazing storm, until we got to his house.
matt opened the door and i ran inside. my hole body was freezing to the fact i was completely soaked. he came in and we both started to undress desperately, trying to get ourselves dry.
finally without those heavy wet fabrics on me, but still cold. i turned to see matt exactly like i was, in underwear.
he was handing me a towel but all i could see was that blue boxer was perfectly hugging his member. which lead me to his v line on full display, making my throat dry. and as if that wasn’t enough, matt stood there with rain droplets rolling down his sculptured abs. so he apparently works out now. i bit my lip hard, trying to hide whatever was written all over my face.
he laughed low. “enjoying the view?” matt teased.
i blushed. oh shut up.
“so this is the color of your outfit?” i said, also in a teasing tone as the guy was head to toes in black, but choose a different color for underwear.
the least thing i need now, is to matt thinks i still like ‘the view’.
“i thought you enjoyed it babydoll.” he moved closer. i grabbed the towel.
“sorry to break the news.” moved my eyes away from him and started to dry my body.
he was so close his perfume entered my nostrils. the same one from years ago.
he moved my chin up, in a way so i would look at him. “you used to.”
“right verb term. cause that’s in the past.”
he chuckled. “stop pretending. i know you want me.”
a really high laugh escaped my lungs. “ha! stop lying to yourself matty boy.”
his other hand moved to my waist. pinning my body to the wall.
“i know you missed me.” matt’s mouth was inches away from mine. could feel his breath in my cheeks.
“no…” i closed my eyes.
“cause i did.” he was almost whispering now. “i missed you babe.” his hand traced circles in my bare skin. “i really did.”
i can’t.
can’t give in.
matt’s hand moved from my chin to my cheeks. “please kiss me.” he said.
i opened my eyes. we were so close our whole bodies were touching. my eyes moved from his perfect blue orbes to his pink lips.
“i love when you beg matthew.” teased him.
a smile grew on the boy’s face. “oh shut up.”
and his lips touched mine. our kiss was everything but sweet. it was full of emotion, mixed feelings. something between miss and hate.
one of his hands were now on my neck, while the other dropped to my waist, then lower, near the curve of my ass through the thin fabric of my underwear. he squeezed the area.
a small moan escaped my lips that were connected to his, and matt took that as a chance to add his tongue. it brushed my lips seconds before exploring my mouth. my free hand dropped the towel and slided up his chest to just stop on the back of his head. entangled my fingers with his hair, bringing him impossibly closer to me.
our tongues were fighting for dominance, even though i knew who was winning.
he lifted one of my legs around his hip. i moved his other hand down to my other leg, permitting him to lift that one up as well.i felt him smile against my lips, enjoying the increasing electricity that formed. he broke the kiss only to lower his lips down to my neck.
"that was a really nice way of telling me to shut up." i whispered.
i felt him smile in my neck. his tongue working in a way that drove me crazy. i rolled my eyes. this was probably gonna leave some marks.
“maatt…” a moan escaped my lips.
matt took that as an opportunity, his hands slipped to my front. fingers brushing my panties. he moved it to the side, leaving me exposed. middle finger traced my lower lips. bit hard my lip to mask a moan.
he left my neck to touch our foreheads.
“right here?” he murmured.
“yes…” i could barely answer.
even though my eyes were closed, could fell the smirk forming on his lips. matt didn't hesitate. two fingers pushed inside, sinking deep into the wet heat.
“you so wet already.” His said, sarcasm filled his voice.
my walls clenched around him immediately in response.
“hum- you’re not… special baby. i’m all wet .” answered between moans.
he laughed, moving that long finger with slow, deliberate thrusts. his palm obliviously pressing against my clit with every stroke.
my eyes continued shut, but mouth falling open
“oh, so you can still talk?”
he started to pump faster, fingers curling to hit that spongy spot inside, that always made my knees weak. fuck, he knows me to well.
i gasped in response, nails digging on matt’s shoulder and legs rounding his waist harder.
the low rain outside disguised my low moans, but matt knew what was coming. he pressed his thumb against my clit, rubbing circles. uncontrollably a louder groan escaped from me.
i don’t wanna make this idiot feel like he can still make me satisfied.
my wall clenched around him.
“i know what you’re doing.” he said with a low tone looking me directly at my eyes. like he knew what i was thinking.
“don’t hold yourself.” he paused. “i know nobody makes you good like I do.”
his fingers slowed down, in a way to put me in the edge.
like i said, idiot.
he looked at me. those same ocean eyes that makes me mesmerized were now making me insane. matt smiled.
pace started to increase. his free hand moved to my bra, lowering it. i turned my head towards him. a majestic scene. matt had a doe eye look, looking up at me. his tongue finally touched my left breast. i whined in response
he knows my weak point.
fingers still working inside of me. reaching a speed that made my vision blurry.
matt’s tongue circled my nipple.
it was too much.
he sucked and licked. then moved to my other breast and did the same.
he was still sucking it when he added a second finger. that to no ones surprise made me weak. i came with a sharp cry. my pussy pulsed around his fingers, soaking his hand. matt held me through it.
his mouth left my nipple with a loud pop. then, he kissed me again. but this time it was different, it was sweet.
he finally lowered me. legs burning for the time i’ve been on his hips.
“i missed you” he whispered. our foreheads touching, both with closed eyes.
“me too.” i confessed.
he took his finger out of me and moved those wet fingers through my body until it touched my mouth. i opened my eyes just to see matt sucking them fully covered with my juices. that made my lower belly burn again.
older brother!matt x innocent younger sister!reader, both participants are 18+ !!
summary ♥︎: your brother offers to teach you everything there is to know about sex.
warnings ♥︎: incest, kissing, crying, touching/groping, power imbalance, praise, penetration
you go back to school the next day and your friends don't believe you, so you have a sleep over and brother matt fucks you in front of your friends :((
the tears continued falling; nothing could have prepared you for the humiliation your so-called friends had put you through today. you thought college would be different, a chance to come out of your shell and be more social. instead it only proved to the world that you were a total nobody. while your friends sat around you talking about their relationships and hookups since entering college you found yourself feeling down. “wait what about you? anything you share?,” one of them asked, raising their eyebrows. you only shook your head, hoping they would drop the subject. “come on, you can tell us,” one giggled, elbowing your side. you felt your face heat up at their words. their laughs echoed in your mind when you mumbled you hadn't even had your first kiss yet. you rushed home too embarrassed to face them. that's when matt heard your footsteps running up the stairs earlier than usual. he knocked softly on your door, hearing sniffles on the other side.
“you okay baby?,” he questioned, his voice quiet. “go away,” you protested, wanting to cry away all your worries. he slowly turned the doorknob and walked inside. “talk to me doll,” he whispered sitting on the edge of the bed beside you. you don’t answer him just bury your face further into your pillow.
you couldn’t tell him what was wrong, he would laugh at you. his hand rests on your back trying to soothe you, your sniffles filled the room. “was it a boy?” he asks, leaving plenty of time for you to answer. you groan, face buried further into the pillow. his hand continued rubbing your back, letting you know he was there if you wanted to open up.
“m-my friends made fun of me…” you stutter out, holding back more tears. matt furrows his eye brows watching you sit up. “they think i’m pathetic for not having my first kiss yet. or a boyfriend…” you whined sitting on your knees. matt moved closer, moving a stray hair away from your face. “aww baby,” he whispered his voice gentle. “do you want me to beat them up?” he asked, making you look up at him with a small giggle. “theyre girls matt,” you sniffled. he smiled at you, his thumb rubbing over your cheek. “screw a boyfriend, you have me,” he says, watching as your cheeks flush.
“it’s not the same, i wanna kiss a boy…” you trail off, looking down at your lap while you fidget with your skirt. matt lets out a chuckle at your shyness, loving the way you get shy at the smallest things. he hooks his finger under your chin, slowly lifting your face up, looking into your wide eyes. “do you want me to show you how to kiss, baby?” he asks, his thumb running over your bottom lip. you only pathetically nod, too numbed out as his thumb slowly enters your mouth. It doesn’t occur to you that he’s your brother in that moment; he was just being nice. plus, it would prepare you for your real boyfriend when the time came.
“just stay perfectly still, angel,” he spoke, his tone gentle as he leaned closer and closed the space between your lips. you could feel his tongue running along yours, and it gave you shivers down your spine. “mmh, such a good girl,” he praised you, pulling away and seeing how your eyes fluttered open. “m-matt…” you whispered, your lips tingling from the sensations the kiss gave you. he pressed a finger to your lips as his other hand traced around your shirt, feeling your boobs.
“let’s take this off,” he muttered, slowly raising your shirt over your head. your bra fell off next, leaving you completely exposed to him. his eyes were glued to your perky boobs. his gaze made you feel extremely shy and put on display. you shifted on your bed, biting your bottom lip. “don’t be shy,” he whispered his hands groping your boobs. you let out a soft gasp, feeling him rub your nipples between his fingers. no one had ever touched you like this. it made you feel all tingly. he leaned his head further down, kissing your boobs, his other hand massaging the other. “such a pretty girl,” he praised as he watched you stand in front of him. he lifted you off the bed and placed you write in front of him as he sat on the edge of the bed staring at you.
your skirt fell to the floor, pooling at your ankles. matt licked his lips seeing your adorable panties on display for him, leaning forward and cupping your mound in his hand. you squealed. “that feels weird…” matt smirked at your words slowly pulling them down. you laid on your back fully naked as he unbuckled his belt and whipped out his leaky cock. “ready?” he asked, pulling your hips closer to him.
“you’re such a good baby,” he says as he runs his tip through your folds. you shift a little at the sheer feeling on him inside of you, hands scrambling for something to hold onto. he pulls you closer, letting you wrap your arms around him as he pounds inside of you.
“god angel, you feel so tight,” he whispers kissing your cheek. soft moans filled the room as he thrusted balls deep inside of, the clapping of skin made you shiver. “tell your friends tomorrow, how i bred this cute pussy,” he growls in your ear as you feel him twitch inside of you.
The park was a pristine winter wonderland, blanketed in snow so soft and fresh it looked like powdered sugar. The air was crisp, your breath visible as little puffs in the icy air. You’d barely stepped onto the field when a snowball hit you square in the back.
“Gotcha!” Chris’s triumphant voice rang out, followed by his signature mischievous laugh.
You whipped around, already scooping up a handful of snow. “Oh, you’re so dead for that, Sturniolo!”
His grin widened as he slowly backed away, his hands raised in mock surrender. “Come on, truce? That was just a test shot!”
You didn’t even dignify that with a response. Instead, you launched your snowball with surprising accuracy, hitting him right in the shoulder. His expression shifted to one of mock betrayal.
“Oh, it’s on now.”
What started as a casual snowball fight quickly escalated into an all-out war. Chris dove behind a tree for cover, popping out just long enough to send a barrage of snowballs flying in your direction. You ducked and rolled behind a bench, laughing so hard you could barely aim.
“Is that all you’ve got?” he taunted, his voice echoing across the empty park.
You responded by pelting him with a rapid-fire attack, one snowball smacking the top of his head and sending him into a fit of laughter. “Alright, alright!” he called, holding his hands up. “I surrender!”
But the glint in his eyes betrayed him. As you cautiously approached, he lunged, scooping up a handful of snow and smushing it against your arm.
“You’re such a cheater!” you yelled, giggling as you tried to wrestle him away.
“Cheating? It’s called strategy!”
When you managed to break free, you bolted, the snow crunching under your boots as Chris gave chase. You could hear him laughing behind you, his heavy footsteps gaining on you with every second.
“Where do you think you’re going?” he called, his tone playful but determined.
“Anywhere you’re not!” you shot back, barely able to get the words out between gasps of laughter.
You zigzagged through the trees, dodging snowbanks and vaulting over low bushes. Just when you thought you’d outmaneuvered him, a hand grabbed your wrist, and you were spun around.
“Caught you!” he said, his cheeks flushed from the cold and the chase, his eyes sparkling with mischief.
The two of you stood there for a moment, catching your breath, the world around you quiet except for the sound of your laughter. Snowflakes began to fall softly from the sky, adding to the magic of the moment.
“Okay,” you panted, holding your hands up. “You win. Truce?”
Chris tilted his head, pretending to consider it. “Hmm… I don’t know. What’s in it for me?”
You rolled your eyes, still smiling. “How about hot chocolate? My treat.”
He grinned, finally letting go of your wrist. “Deal. But only if we stop for cookies too.”
“Deal,” you agreed, brushing snow off your coat as the two of you made your way back toward the park entrance, laughing and nudging each other the entire way.
And though the snowball fight was over, the memory of Chris’s laughter, the thrill of the chase, and the warmth of his smile would linger long after the snow melted.
🥀🕊 content warning: dead dove: do not eat - this fic contains dark material - read at your own risk ! smut, prey/predator dynamic, primal kink, elements of cnc, establishment of safeword, knifeplay, rough sex, degradation, daddy kink, roughdom!chris
🥀🕊 author's note: if the idea of being chased around in the forest at night and then being brutally fucked by chris sturniolo doesn't sound fun to you, don't read this!!! i don't ever want my writing to trigger, offend, or upset anyone, so please just skip this one if the material sounds unpleasant to you. this is just for those of us who have this little dark fantasy. 🖤
🥀🕊 summary: while housesitting for your boss, an unsuspecting visitor drops by, and the night takes a twist.
hiiii, it's @ariestrxsh (this is my backup account, and here is my contribution to kinktober) 🖤
"I'll give you a two-minute headstart," he rasped into your ear, sending shivers down your spine.
You took off, sprinting into the vast forest that was lit up by the full moon. Your sneakers crushed twigs and dead leaves as you wandered deeper into the woods.
You stopped for a moment to take in the sound of your surroundings, but the silence was eerie and unnerving. So quiet you could hear your heart about to pound out of your chest, along with the sound of adrenaline pumping your blood through your veins.
The thick, grey clouds in the sky slowly moved into the way of the moon, obstructing the light it emmited momentarily. You were excited to be chased, but something about this situation still triggered a primal fear in you. You started to run again, trying not to lose your sense of direction along with all the other sensory deprivation you were experiencing.
Suddenly, your shoelace snagged on a branch that had fallen, launching you forward into the forest floor beneath you.
*flashback to several hours earlier*
Your car made its way down the winding dirt road as you navigated directions to your boss' house, the branches above creating a dense canopy above you while you meandered through the tunnel of trees.
She was a sweet lady who owned the dog grooming business you worked at, and she was offering you some extra money to house sit for her, feed her cats, and water her plants while she was away on vacation.
It was a nice way to make some extra cash, and a nice way for you to get away from your roommates for a little while and enjoy some peace and quiet in the little woodsy area she lived in. An even bigger plus, she told you to help yourself to any of the food in her fridge and pantry, so it wouldn't spoil or go stale in the time that she was gone.
You slammed on your brakes, nearly losing traction and kicking up dirt as a fawn leaped out of nowhere and into the path of your car and stopped a few feet in front of your headlights. Your heart raced, but you immediately let out a sigh of relief as it got away safely and trotted off in another direction.
You'd never been to your boss' place before, but it wasn't hard to find, considering it was the only house around, and the nearest neighbors were at least a couple of miles away. You located your destination, and as you slowly ascended the driveway and admired the wooden structure, the full clouds above you started to release a light drizzle of rain.
It was a big, gorgeous, and charming home. You could tell a lot of work and money had gone into it, and you were even more excited to see the inside. You slung your bag over your shoulder, stepped out into the rain, and found the creepy owl statue, which the house key was hidden under. You put the key in the lock, turned it until you heard the click, and let yourself in.
It had a very rustic vibe, which really fit your boss, and you were so lost in the decor and the architecture that you were startled when a sweet, long-haired, black cat appeared at your feet and started rubbing up against your bare leg. She placed her two front paws on your black Converse shoe and peered up at you. "Hi, sweetie," you whispered, squatting down to let her smell you.
After she sniffed you for a few seconds, she drove her sweet face into your hand, and you scratched her under the chin. She started walking off in the other direction, looking back at you as if she wanted you to follow her.
You walked through the hall, through the living room, and into the dining room where two empty food bowls sat on the ground next to the fridge. "Awh, are you hungry?" You asked the cat as if she could respond to you, and you emptied a bit of dry food into both of the bowls, and as the sound of kibble ricocheting off the metal containers filled the room, another cat came bounding into view.
He was a short-haired brown tabby with white paws and a bit of white at the tip of his tail, but he stopped dead in his tracks when he got a look at you and ran the other direction to find something to hide under. "Can't win them all over, huh?" You said, peering down at the black cat as she gobbled up her food. She glanced back up at you and let out a soft meow as if she understood and went back to snacking.
You slowly walked through the rest of the house, acquainting yourself with the layout. You found your way to the guest room, which was right where you were told it was. Two doors down on the left after you walked through the second hallway that connected the kitchen to the bedrooms.
You set your bag down on the bed you'd be sleeping in tonight and backtracked to the kitchen to check out the drink and snack selection. You found a bottle of bourbon stored in the pantry that looked pretty fancy. You were of age, and your boss did say you could have any food or beverages she had, so you poured yourself a glass of bourbon over ice after you'd found her stash of whiskey glasses.
You grabbed some garlic stuffed olives from the fridge along with some aged cheddar and crackers you found, and you made your way to the living room to check out the entertainment. While you were flipping through apps on the television, you noticed some pictures above the fireplace.
Your boss had mentioned she had a son your age, but you'd never seen him until your gaze landed on his senior photo. "Holy shit," you whispered, admiring his beautiful smile and his lovely, blue eyes. Why hadn't your boss told you her son was so hot?
You popped an olive into your mouth and washed it down with a small sip of bourbon as you studied the picture collection she had on the mantel above the fireplace. Your eyes were immediately drawn to all the pictures of her son, and you couldn't help but allow your mind to wander while you looked at his photos. You'd never seen a man so attractive before.
You picked up a photograph of him in which he was shirtless and carried it back over to the couch with you. After looking at his picture a bit longer and taking a few more sips of your alcoholic drink, you turned your attention back to the television.
The sun had set by now, and you'd settled on watching Jennifer's Body. You'd seen it a dozen times before, but it was the only movie that sparked your interest after looking through several films on several different streaming services. Plus, you thought the movie was fitting, given it was October.
You were drinking your second glass of bourbon while you snacked on cheese and crackers when the scene came on where Jennifer and Needy make out. You were so lost in the steamy kiss that you had no idea anyone was in the room with you.
"Whatcha watching?" A voice came out of nowhere. You snapped your neck around, nearly dropping your drink, paused the movie, and asked, "Who the fuck are you?" before you could take in any of the boy's features. "I'm Chris. Who the fuck are you?" He returned the question, snorting at you.
"Sorry, you must be my boss' son," you quickly apologized, realizing he was the same man in the pictures. He was even more attractive in person. You stood up, wiping your crumby hands off on your striped shirt and your cut-off jean shorts.
You introduced yourself and extended your hand to shake his, but his gorgeous blue eyes flicked to the photo you had of him on the coffee table in front of you. "Like that picture of me?" He flashed you his million-dollar smile.
You ignored his question that felt like more of an accusation. "Sorry, I didn't know you'd be here. I was told I'd be staying here all alone," you responded, still caught off guard by his presence. "Well, I didn't know anyone would be here either. My mom told me someone was watching the cats, but I didn't know that meant you'd be here full time," Chris said, still caught off guard by your presence.
"Well, your mom told me I could sleep here and eat what you guys had in the fridge. I'm not doing anything weird," you replied. "Sure, you're not," Chris smirked, his gaze flicking back up at the frozen frame on the television of the girl-on-girl kiss scene you were watching. "It's not weird at all to watch porn on your boss' couch while you have a picture of her son next to you."
"Oh, my god, I'm not watching porn. This is just some horror movie on Hulu," you turned bright red, reaching for the remote and shutting off the film. "Well, either way, I won't tell my mom you're drinking her bourbon and watching softcore lesbian porn in her living room as long as you don't tell my mom I stop by here sometimes when she's out of town. I have a long weekend, and I just wanted to get away from my dormmates and come spend some time alone here," Chris told you.
"It's not porn.. whatever," you shook your head, giving up trying to defend yourself. "Your secret is safe with me," you said, taking in all his aesthetically pleasing features. "You don't mind if I hang out and stay the night here, do you? I just drove like two and a half hours, and I'm pretty tired," he bit his lip at you, and you nearly melted.
"No, I don't mind. After all, it is your house." Chris plopped down on the couch next to you and pulled out some rolling papers and a bag of weed. "You smoke?" He asked, looking up at you. "Yeah," you responded, sitting back down on the couch beside him.
"Smoke this joint with me on the deck?" He offered, while he packed the paper full of ground weed. "Sure," you accepted. He looked into your eyes while he licked and sealed the joint. "Follow me," he muttered as he stood up and started to make his way to the back door that led out to the wooden deck that wrapped around the back-half of the house.
The rain had let up by now, but the scent still lingered in the air. The two of your found yourselves leaning over the railing, staring up at the full moon and the few stars that were visible between the clouds while you passed the lit joint back and forth.
"Guess I should have asked this before I invited you to smoke with me, but how old are you?" He wondered. "Twenty-one. How about you?" You asked, giving him the joint back after blowing a puff of smoke into the air. "Same. You like working for my mom?" He wondered, glancing over at you.
"Yeah, actually. You know, everyone really respects her because she's a little bit of a hard ass, but she's really understanding. She doesn't treat us like cogs in her machine like some of my former employers. She treats us like we're actually human," you shrugged. "That's been my experience with her, too. She's a no-bullshit type of woman. Kind of hard on you when you need it. But a really caring and genuine person," Chris told you, taking another hit.
"What are you studying in school?" You asked him. "I've changed my major like a dozen times because I can't focus on any one thing, but right now, I'm leaning towards something in finance," he replied.
"I like the taste of these rolling papers," you told him. "Yeah? They're vanilla," he responded. "That's the best flavor. Except when it comes to sex," you mumbled under your breath and giggled. "Oh, yeah?" Chris raised his eyebrows and glanced at you, smiling and shocked to hear you say such a thing. "How freaky are you?" He asked, taking another puff off the joint.
"Well, freaky is subjective," you started off. "And that's how I know you're a freak," Chris glared in your direction, still smiling. "If you'd given me a definitive no, when then, that answers that question. If you'd given me a definitive yes, that could have meant that your definition of freaky is like getting your hair pulled while you're in doggy or something," he replied, passing you back the doobie. "Well, I do like that," you chuckled. "Yeah, but what other freaky shit are you into?" Chris' curiosity had been sparked.
"I'm not telling you. I just met you," You widened your eyes at Chris and shot him an embarrassed smile. "You're the one that brought it up. I'll tell you what I'm into if you tell me what you're into," Chris promised, dying to hear you confess all your naughty fantasies to him. You rolled your eyes at him while you heavily blushed.
"Okay, fine. I really like being tied up, spit on, choked, slapped around, having my hair pulled.." You started to say, but your voice trailed off. "What else, pretty girl? I can tell you're holding back with me," Chris lowered his gaze to your lips. "Well, you might judge me," you said, taking a puff of the joint and returning it to Chris. "I don't kink-shame," Chris chuckled in a low voice.
"Okay, well I like being degraded, humiliated, talked down to, that kind of thing," you responded, nibbling on your lip and looking for Chris' reaction. "Keep going," he encouraged you, intrigued to hear what else you were going to say. "I kind of get turned on by things that would scare the average person. Like knives, blood, and like being chased. Stuff like that," you admitted, gazing down at the ground, afraid of what he'd think of you.
"Such a little whore," he said in a seductive tone. Your heart raced, and you peered up at him. "What a coincidence, because I like degrading and humiliating girls like you, and I love to hunt my prey before I fuck it," Chris curled his lips into a menacing smile while his dark eyes piercing through you. He put out the joint and clenched his jaw at you waiting for you to say something, but the words were caught in your throat.
"I mean, I'm making assumptions here, but I think you're into me, and I think you want me to chase you," Chris sneered at you, tilting your chin up at him. You hesitantly nodded your head. "You can be my little fawn, and I'll be the hungry coyote," Chris cooed, running his thumb along your bottom lip that was pink with arousal. You nodded again. He took a few steps closer to you until you could feel the warmth coming off his body.
"Just remember. I know this forest better than you do, princess," his words triggered the hair on the back of your neck to stand up. "In honor of Halloween, your safeword is Beetlejuice."
You weren't sure how long you'd been running for. It could have been forty-five seconds, or it could have been ten minutes. You felt disoriented, your perception seemingly disconnected from reality as time seemed to fold in on itself. The smell of wet dirt filled your senses as you got a face full of it. You placed both of your hands on the soil and grass beneath you to prop yourself back up onto your feet, but your shoelace was still stuck.
Instead, you scooted yourself down towards your feet, frantically reaching around for the branch you were caught on. After fiddling around with it for a few seconds, you whispered to yourself, "Shit." You ultimately decided to pull your shoelace untied, and tried to knot it back up quickly before getting to your feet and bounding further into the woods.
You weren't sure if you were even running the right way or if you were tracing your footsteps back from where you just came. That's when you heard his footsteps, dead autumn leaves crushing under his weight, and you whipped around in the direction you heard the crunch.
You hoped it was the attractive boy you just met, stealthily setting his sights on you through the trees where he could see you but you couldn't see him, rather than an actual coyote, but you expected him to chase you and tackle you right away. Instead, he was behaving like a four-legged wild animal - stalking you. Hunting you.
You heard a few more brittle leaves and twigs crack as he slowly stepped closer to you. You took off, sprinting as fast as you could, still a bit unsure about what was chasing you. He was hot on your heels, and you made it only a few more feet before he lunged forward, grappling you to the forest floor.
You fell on your stomach, and the pressure knocked the air out of you. You were almost relieved when you felt human hands tearing at your clothes, and you heard Chris whisper, rasping in your ear from behind you, "Gotcha!" He ripped your shirt off of your torso in a swift motion, and you gasped as you tried to get away from him, but his hands were strong, and he had all his body weight on you, his erection stabbing you in the backside as you squirmed, digging your nails into the soil beneath you.
You grew increasingly wet as you heard him fiddle with his belt buckle and his zipper. Then he tugged your shorts down and took them off you. He didn't waste his time, pulling your panties to the side and lining his length up with your entrance.
He roughly pushed into you, causing you to sharply inhale and whimper as he started moving his hips back and forth, stretching you out. You'd been caught and defeated, but you loved every second of the way Chris took you. You began arching your back and leaning back into the boy while he fucked you senseless.
You could hear his deep, animalistic grunts in your ear and you could feel his hot, shallow breath on the back of your neck. You couldn't conceal how much you loved it. You threw your head back and let out a few loud, satisfied sounds.
Your hands and your knees dug into the soft ground beneath you while you graciously took Chris' rod. He pounded into you, the sound of his hips slamming into your ass echoed throughout the forest and reverberated through your body. Chris placed his hand on the back of your head and pressed the side of your face into the dirt while he began to fuck you harder.
"You fucking love it, don't you? Such a worthless little cunt," Chris grunted breathlessly. You responded by rolling your eyes back into your head and moaning at his words. "I'm gonna flip you around, slut, and if you try to run away from me, it's not gonna go well for you," he whispered in a raspy voice.
As soon as he pulled himself out of you and went to grab you and turn you onto your back, you jumped up and took off running in nothing but your thong and your sneakers. You couldn't wait to see what he had in mind.
"Bitch!" Chris growled as he pulled up his pants and started chasing after you again. You didn't get far before he tackled you to the ground again and flipped you onto your back. "What did I fucking tell you? Defiant little brat. You're gonna be sorry you ran from me," Chris chuckled under his breath as he nudged your legs open and pinned both your wrists above your head with one of his strong, veiny hands.
You watched Chris pull something out of his pocket, and you noticed the way the moonlight bounced off of it and made it glimmer. It was something long and metal. As well as sharp, you noted as Chris started teasing you with it. He took the blade and started running it along the center of your rib cage.
He brought the knife up to your chest and started grazing the curve of your breasts. Your breath quickened. You shuddered at the feeling of the cool metal as he subtly grazed your nipples with it. He did this over and over until adrenaline was flowing through you. You were both worried and excited that he may actually draw blood.
He dragged the cold, sharp edge down your stomach and replaced the tantalizing feeling of the blade against the sensitive buds on your chest with his soft, pouty lips. He engulfed each nipple, swirling his tongue around and eliciting sweet whines from you while the knife grazed the insides of your thighs. You felt it rest up against your vulva through your panties, and suddenly, Chris took the switchblade, hooked it into the strap of your underwear, and sliced them off of you.
You gasped and squirmed beneath him, fear and excitement flooding your system. The forest was so eerily quiet besides the sounds of your desperate mewls that Chris could hear your heartbeat. "Do you trust me?" Chris whispered in a creepy voice as he took the switchblade and held it up to your neck, nestling his cock back into your sweet, wet pussy.
You barely knew him, but you had to trust him. After all, he was weilding a weapon and holding it about an inch away from your carotid artery and one subtle move, purposeful or accidental, could end your life or at the very least, put you in critical condition. "Yes," you managed to choke out.
"Your pussy is all mine. You're nothing more than my little cock sleeve. Isn't that right?" Chris degraded you while he thrusted into you, still holding your wrists down overhead. It turned you on even more that you were letting a stranger fuck you, and not just any stranger - your boss' son.
"Fuck, you take daddy's cock so well," he chuckled, causing you to smile and letting your eyes roll back into your head once more. You hadn't even told Chris about your daddy kink, but it's like he could smell it on you. "Yes, daddy," you whined as he pounded deep into you, hitting the spot with every stroke. He knew just what to say and do and how to fuck you just right.
Chris loved the way your cunt swallowed his length perfectly and how warm and wet you were as he did what he pleased. He loved the way you were getting off on your own fear and adrenaline. He could feel you losing control, your body convulsing beneath him and your tight hole rhythmically clenching around him. Waves of euphoria traveled through your veins, filling every one of your senses with pleasure.
"You're so pathetic and needy to cum, aren't you?" Chris cooed in a condescending tone. "Yes, daddy," you whimpered. "I don't know if you deserve to. You've been such a naughty girl," he shot back. "Please, daddy," you whined, squirming around. He relished in the way you begged over and over, flirting with the idea of letting you cum with every desperate plea that escaped your lips.
"Beg harder for it, slut," Chris replied in a deep voice. "Daddy, please, I need it," you cried out. He delivered a few more hard thrusts before he gave in to your whining. "Okay, fine. Cum on my daddy's cock, slut," Chris huffed, pressing the knife to your neck with just a bit more pressure.
All you needed were those magic words, and you reached the point of no return. Your orgasm swept you under like a strong current you couldn't stop, carrying you in its flow, and you surrendered to the feeling. It ripped through you mercilessly, leaving you in a pool of your own drool and cum. You spasmed around Chris' cock while you finished onto him.
The way your body reacted tipped Chris over the edge as well, sending him through the same euphoric sensations. He loudly moaned, slammed his eyes shut, and slacked his jaw before he pulled out and finished all over your stomach. He admired the way the moonlight caught his load and made it glitter against your flesh. "Fuck, I needed that," Chris breathlessly mumbled, squeezing out every last drop.
He switched the blade shut, put it back into his pocket, and pulled up his pants while the two of you caught your breath. Your legs were numb, and you couldn't think straight, recovering from the thrilling experience. You laid still for a few moments, your gaze fixed on the stars that were scattered overheard and barely visible through the storm clouds.
Chris grabbed you, slung your naked and mud-covered body over his shoulder, and then climbed to his feet to carry you back to the house. "Don't worry. I know exactly where we are. I'm gonna get you back safe."
big brother!chris x younger sister!reader, both participants are 18+ !!
summary ♥︎: chris finds you sleeping and can't help himself. (smut)
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the dim light from your beside lamp shined over your sleeping body, you had wanted to do a selfcare night and catch up on any school work you had to tend to. but your body had other plans, it was always a bad idea to do work while in bed. the second you hit your soft mattress you were out, the blanket draped over your body. he knew it was wrong, watching you sleep, the way your chest rose with each breath. listening as each soft snore passed through your nose, he hated how he felt. chris had only went to ask you if you wanted to watch a movie before bed, but instead he walked in on you sleeping your thin tank top doing nothing to hide your probing nipples through the fabric. you shifted in your sleep, the blanket sliding further down your body and revealing the flimsy sleep shorts you had worn to bed. chris gulped as he tried to avert his eyes away from your body, it was wrong for him to think this way, but his dick stirred beneath his pajama pants nonetheless. there was no way he was getting turned on right now.
finally his eyes landed on the floor in front of him, dismissing his new profound arousal on his body's natural reaction. his brain told him to turn away, head back to his own room and go to bed. or maybe take a cold shower and wash away all of his sins. but he found himself inching closer to your bed, being careful not to wake you. if he could just get a closer look than he was be satisfied, or at least that’s what he told himself. he stood at the foot of the bed watching as you squirmed in your sleep, the straps to your tank top slowly sliding down your shoulders. his breath hitched when you moved your legs and he got a peek of your panties through your thin shorts. the room suddenly felt heavy, his breathing picked up as he tried to keep his hands at his sides. his fingers twitched, itching to touch you, feel you. he shook his head, finally getting a grasp on himself as he cursed under his breath. the creak of the floorboard made you shift more in your sleep, your eyes fluttering open for a split second. chris looked back at you from the doorway to your bedroom, praying to god you didn’t see him and the obvious hard-on underneath his pajama pants. to his luck, you went right back to sleep, submerging back into dreamland. his eyes darted across your body, tracing the curve of your thighs and the way the strap of your shirt had slipped further down.
his whole body was on fire; he couldn’t just leave, he would be hard the whole night. sure he could jerk off, but then it would be to thought of you, and that was wrong. the strap slid further down, exposing more of your soft skin, and he almost fainted, it wasn’t normal to be having these types of thoughts for his own sister. he knelt down beside your bed, making sure to be quiet, his finger sliding across your cheek, feeling your warm skin. shivers went down his spine as his finger slid further down, gliding across your collarbone and finally hooking under the strap of your tank top. slowly he positioned you on your back, his touch gentle and almost hesitant, and he slowly slid the straps down further until your nipples were exposed. his adam’s apple bobbed in his throat as he swallowed hard, his dick hardening further in his pants. nothing about seeing his sister's chest should excite him; the thought alone made him question his whole existence. he crawled over you, resting on his knees as his finger tips softly prodded your nipples, watching them harden as his breath ghosted over them. you squirmed from under him but stayed asleep.
chris decided to take a chance, slowly leaning down so his mouth was right in front of your breast, his tongue darted out, slowly circling your nipple. a soft mewl left your lips as you moved once more, your body reacting to his touch. he couldn’t help but grin, taking the other nipple between his index finger and thumb twisting gently. his movements were precise, not wanting to disturb your slumber. his hand moved further down, sliding under your tank top and feeling your bare skin under the palm of his hand. he slowly pulled the flimsy top down your body and off, throwing it carelessly on the floor. your body was finally exposed to his gaze, next were your shorts, he slowly slid them down, his eyes widening as he saw your lace panties. his fingers slowly slid under the band, pulling them down, gulping when he finally came into contact with your cunt. his heart beat against his ribcage as he watched you move, your hand coming up to rub at your tired eyes. he pulled his hands away for a moment, watching your movements as he hoped you wouldn’t wake up and freak out. a small gasp left your lips as your gaze met his under the dim lighting of your room.
“c-chris?” you questioned, sitting up slightly and looking down to see yourself fully naked. nothing in this scenario made any sense: you being naked, your own brother on your bed. he moved his finger towards your lips, pressing softly against the plump flesh. “shh, baby… it’s just me,” he whispered, moving his hand to stroke your cheek. confusion painted your face as you slowly leaned back down on the bed, your brain trying to convince itself that this was all some sort of weird dream. “there you go, do you trust me?” he asked his thumb brushing over your bottom lip. the question caught you off guard, do you trust him? sure he was your older brother after all, but what did that entail to? you could feel your thighs rubbing together, you folds slick with arousal. no one had ever made you feel this way before; all of your previous boyfriends had been solemnly focused on their pleasure not yours. you trusted chris with your whole being, and he did seem to care for you. you slowly nodded, seeing as he leaned down to press a soft kiss to your forehead.
“good girl, now relax,” he muttered, continuing to press kisses down your jaw, his lips pressed against your skin, kissing down your neck. shivers crawled up your spine as he slowly sucked your nipple in his mouth, his lips covering your bud. this was all new sensations for you, your body reacted before you could. chris looked up at you through his lashes, seeing the look on your face as you tried to hide the nosies threatening to slip from your mouth. he moved towards your other nipple, circling over it with his tongue as if he had all the time in the world. your eyes watched as he kissed down your stomach, inching closer to where you needed him the most. he positioned himself between your legs, laying flat on his stomach as he slowly spread your legs further. your hands clutched the sheets beside you ,trying to grip onto anything for stability. he leans in closer his breath fanning over your core he could see the arousal dripping onto the sheets.
your smell alone turned him on even more, his tongue slowly licked a strip up your slit, causing you to jolt forward. his hand pressed against your lower stomach, trying to keep you steady. “relax baby, just feel,” he whispered, licking slower, tasting your slick on his tongue. you nodded, watching as he spread apart your folds with his fingers, his lips ghosting over your sensitive clit. chris leaned forward, cupping his lips over your clit and pulling the sensitive bud into his mouth, watching as you squirmed underneath him.
Summary: you and Chris get in an argument and when driving you decide to tease him, and you end up riding him in the front seat.
Warnings: smut, p in v, arguing, teasing, riding, kissing, nipple sucking
The car ride had been tense and silent for miles, the argument from earlier still hanging heavy in the air. You decided to break it in the best way possible. Lifting your legs, you draped them across Chris’s lap, your short mini skirt riding up as your bare feet settled right over his crotch. He glanced down but said nothing, jaw tight.
You hooked your thumbs into the sides of your thong and slowly slid it down your thighs. When it reached your knees you used your feet to finish the job, pushing the tiny scrap of fabric the rest of the way off. Chris’s jaw clenched harder. You could see the muscle ticking.
“Baby,” you whined softly, spreading your legs just enough for him to see everything. Your smooth, wet pussy was on full display, lips already glistening with arousal. He looked, grabbed your thong without a word, and tossed it onto the passenger seat. Then he yanked the wheel and pulled into an empty parking lot.
“You know exactly what you’re doing,” he muttered, shifting into park. In one quick motion he reached over, grabbed you by the waist, and hauled you onto his lap. The seat reclined with a mechanical whine. He shoved his jeans down just far enough to free his thick cock, the head already flushed and leaking precum. His shirt came off next, revealing his chest.
You sank down slowly, skirt still on but bunched up around your waist. His cock stretched you open inch by inch, the thick head pushing past your entrance until he was buried deep. You both groaned as your walls fluttered around him. You started riding him in slow, deliberate rolls of your hips, leaning in to kiss him hard. Your tongues slid together, wet and hungry.
“You can never stay mad at me,” you teased between kisses, voice breathy.
Chris answered by gripping your ass and lifting your tank top, pushing it up until your tits spilled free. His mouth latched onto one nipple, sucking hard while his tongue flicked the stiff peak. You leaned back, hands braced on the steering wheel, and started bouncing faster. Every time you dropped down his cock hit deep, the wet slap of your pussy meeting his base loud in the car. Your juices coated his shaft and ran down over his balls.
He moved to your other nipple, sucking and biting gently while his hands roamed. Then his lips traveled up, kissing along your collarbone, up the side of your neck, behind your ear. Hot breath and open mouthed kisses made you shiver.
“Fuck, you feel so tight,” he growled against your skin. “This pussy’s gripping me so good. You knew exactly how to shut me up, didn’t you? Riding my cock in a parking lot like a little slut.”
His fingers found your clit, rubbing tight circles while you bounced. The dual sensation, his thick cock pounding up into you and his fingers working your swollen clit, had you moaning louder. He kept kissing your neck, sucking marks into your skin, whispering more filth.
“Gonna make you cum all over my cock. Want to feel this pussy squeeze me when you lose it.”
Your orgasm hit hard. Your walls clenched and fluttered around him, thighs shaking as pleasure ripped through you. The rhythmic pulsing of your pussy dragged him over the edge with you. Chris groaned deep, hips jerking up as he pumped thick ropes of cum deep inside you, filling you until it started to leak out around his cock.
You stayed on top, both of you breathing hard. His cock still twitched inside your cum filled pussy. You leaned down, kissed him slow and teasing.
“Mmm, that was so good,” you murmured, rolling your hips just enough to feel his softening length. “Look at you, all relaxed now. What were we even fighting about again?”
Chris laughed, hands sliding up your back. “No idea. You win.”
You giggled, finally lifting off him. Cum dripped down your inner thigh as you pulled your tank top down and smoothed your skirt over your ass. He tucked himself away and pulled his shirt back on, both of you still catching your breath.
“That was too good,” he said, shaking his head with a grin. “What was I mad about again?”
You just laughed and reached for your seatbelt. “Drive, baby. Let’s go.”
𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡… late night phone sex with your good friend, matt, is a normal occurrence for the two of you.
𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬… friends with some benefits, explicit language, phone sex; fingering, jerking off.
note ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ wrote this months ago and i swear it was way better at the time.
you are friends. nothing more, nothing less, just friends.
you think.
it started with light teasing on both ends. lingering touches on your hip, your hand on his arm or thigh. you’d ask him to meet you at some party and he’d ask if you wanna to leave together. you meet each other halfway to connect your lips when saying goodbye. just a soft little kiss that doesn’t hurt but has you wanting more.
and now? it’s afternoon calls that turn into late night whispers and sighs.
tonight is one of those.
he had already been in bed, settled in a cool, dark room with one hand holding the phone up to his ear and the other resting on his stomach. something within him felt alive the second he heard you shuffling around; flipping switches off, undoing your bed, laying down. he knew it all.
a loud silence fell between the two of you. just steady breathing and the soft hum of matt’s ac. until he broke it.
“you goin’ to sleep already?” his voice was low and calculated, like he didn’t know the answer to that question. “not yet,” you whisper softly. sweet and gentle. the tone you use when you’re needy. “should i?”
he chuckles, keeping it quiet. “no.”
a loud pause.
“i still wanna hear your voice, y’know?”
this time you’re the one who lets out an amused sound, “you heard me ramble all afternoon.”
“and i can’t get enough, baby.” he confesses, now playing with the drawstrings of his pajama pants. you on the other hand, clenched your thighs together, the heat of your cunt soaks through the clothing. “‘specially when you whisper my name, make those cute noises…”
he stops. you hear him hesitate, so with a deep breath, you try to push him further. “and what else?” the phone picks up on his light gulp, “and how pretty you sound when you’re saying filthy shit.”
you pathetically whimper, already losing it inside your fuzzy brain. “matt…” his eyes shut tightly, letting out a deep groan. your sweet noise make his cock painfully hard. “don’t be shy, sweetheart.”
your fingers trail down your pounding chest to the waistband of your lace panties, where your wet cunt throbs for attention. “more.” you ask greedily, arching your back as you make contacted with your clothed pussy.
“turned you into a little slut real quick, huh?” matt works his pjs down to his knees, letting his cock free. it leaks pre cum and twitches against his lower abdomen. he’s so hard it hurts, but he won’t touch himself. he can’t. not yet.
you breathe unevenly, soft gasps and sighs make their way out of your lips and into the cell, making matts ache even more incredibly painful. your finger moves the damped fabric off to the side, the cold air in your room makes you shiver as it hits your most sensitive area.
“how wet is she, baby? think i can fit in so easily? hm?” he traces a singular vein that sticks out on his cock, shocking him like he’d touch electricity. it leads him to the base, finally wrapping his fist around it. light squeezes. a few pumps. his mouth falls opens. “god, m’so hard.”
your arousal is nearly dripping. so sticky and sloppy. cricling two fingers on your clit, they run through your folds, prodding at the entrance of your hole. “s-shh.” holding your breath, your eyes roll back at the sound of your gushy cunt when sliding in. matt can faintly hear it.
“fuck.” he works his length; the slickness of his wet cock grows louder with each stroke. matt tries to follow the same pace as your fingers, but you’re moaning so heavenly it makes him desperate.
“wish it was you fucking me,” you gasp, no matter how many times you come up for air, it still leaves your lungs begging. “s-stretching me out, mmgh.”
his eyes roll back to the end of his skull. your words. the stimulation on his arousal. it all makes him feel more sensitive — feel more alive. “yeah?” his hand twists and applies more pressure.
“you’re gonna make me cum.”
“want you to cum in me.” you whisper so lowly he barely hears it. your fingers continuously move inside your sloppy cunt, getting sucked back in. they’re messy, slippery, it almost hurts your entire arm due to the strength you’re using but you cannot stop. your hole throbs like it wants something else. something bigger.
he snaps. a hot mess spurts from the head to his hand and some partly on his belly. milky white. you’re on the reaching end, his not so subtle moans and grunts have your walls fluttering, creating gushy sounds.
“i can hear how close you are,” sweet, filthy cries sound like music to his ears. matt tries to imagine you right now; sprawled out on your bed, hand clutching your phone so tightly, your legs spread open to allow your hand in the middle. are you dripping? creaming? the thought alone could make him spill out another load. “keep fucking that greedy little pussy.”
a strong pull pins you down, forcing your thighs to shut around your hand. your toes curl as one of the most pleasurable waves washes through you, crying his name. you can’t stop trembling, the orgasm makes your head fuzzy. blank. your vision turns white.
“that’s my girl.”
his pulse was pounding, his lungs felt like they were burning, heat crawled up his skin. on the other side of the phone, you’re once again gasping for oxygen. the dopamine settles down slowly, letting you become aware of what’s happened. phone sex. again.
“you doing okay?” he asks reluctantly, bringing you back to focus.
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❛ SKINNY DIPPING WITH YOUR HEART OUT, IT'S MY FAVORITE PART NOW ❜
In which: Y/N is dealing with PMS and gets frustrated easily leading Chris to comfort her.
Warnings: Mention of menstrual cycle, pet names (mama, ma, baby), fluff
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12:03 PM, you were making lunch for everybody, french fries and leftover canes chicken tenders to be precise. Chris was sitting on the couch watching the Celtics game with Nick and Matt.
Your period was just days away, making you extra sensitive and easily irritable. “mmph” you murmured, being bored from how long it was taking to air fry.
Suddenly Chris, Matt, and Nick heard a crash coming from the kitchen. Chris shot up from the couch and told his brothers to just stay before making his way to the kitchen and sighing taking a deep breath.
There you were, sitting on your knees, on the verge of tears picking up french fries that slipped out of your hand after pulling them out of the air fryer.
“oh mama” Chris said in a cracked voice, sitting down next to you and rubbing your back while helping you pick up.
“it’s okay baby”.
“no it’s not lunch is ruined” you said throwing out the fries. At this point tears slipped down your face and Chris pulled you into a hug.
His hand made its way to the back of your head running his fingers through your hair.
“let’s just order in okay ma? Matt and Nick will not give a shit I promise.” chris said slightly pulling away so he could wipe your tears with his thumbs.
“okay I guess” you mumbled looking at the ground.
Chris smiled pulling out his phone, ordering your favorite foods and guiding you to sit down and relax next to him on the couch. His hand found your thigh, your reaction was laying your head on his shoulder, snuggling closer.
⤷ in which . . . matt & chris have been silently observing and obsessing over you from afar. one night, they can’t handle their erupting temptations, and decide to share you, and show you just how obsessed they truly are.
⤷ warnings . . . smut, threesome, (no incest) COMPLETELY CONSENSUAL!!! themes of stalking, dark romance, unprotected sex, switch!matt & chris, making out, oral (m!receiving), dirty talk, degradation and praise mix, neck sucking/kissing, fingering, riding, handjob, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, light choking, use of pet names, missionary postion, teasing, some plot involved, boob play, cum swallowing. this obviously doesn’t reflect matt and chris as the people they are irl, this is just for writing purposes only!!!
𝔀ritten by @/delilahsturniolo. do not copy, steal, or modify my works. if you are taking any inspiration from this, please ask me first before posting and credit me in your description. happy reading! :)
⤷ this was actually supposed to be a lot longer but…i wouldn’t have finished it in time….I’M SORRY IF THIS SUCKS OR SEEMS LAZY :((((( i had a completely different vision for this
you found it all to be quite odd, really. you didn’t know what it was about you—whether it was your looks or your personality, you couldn’t quite place what features or characteristics of yours were so compelling, so compelling that it led to such a deep rooted obsession.
or, obsessions.
you’ve known matt and chris for a while, you’ve seen them around your neighborhood a bunch, or out and about in public. actually, you see them around more often than you’d like to admit. and if you were completely honest…you didn’t mind at all. they were both extremely handsome, and there was absolutely no doubt about that, it made you smile knowing how head over heels they were just for you.
from the moment matt and chris first got even the slightest glimpse of you, they were entranced, captivated by you. they memorized everything about you—from your coffee order and the way you dress, all the way down to your schedule.
and that’s how you ended up where you are tonight.
the warmth of your blanket surrounded you as you laid in bed, mindlessly scrolling on your phone, when suddenly you received a mysterious text from matt.
you could’ve sworn your heart dropped, but a knowing smile quickly plastered onto the corners of your mouth as you glanced to your right as instructed, which brought your window into view.
you raised an eyebrow in confusion, no one was at your window. you got up from your bed and walked over to your window in anticipation, looking out. the sky was pitch black, the only thing illuminating it was the moon shining over the neighborhood.
then, you looked a little closer, suddenly seeing two familiar tall figures in the shadows outside, standing right below your window, but it’s so dark you can’t quite tell who is who. one of the silhouettes titled their head at you when you looked at them. you couldn’t tell whether it was matt or chris who performed the gesture, but either way it made you feel thrilled in a way you’ve never felt before.
you unlock your window and slide it open, peaking your head through. “you guys gonna stand there forever or climb through?” you ask tauntingly. one of them laughs, it sounds like chris.
“bold of you to assume climbing through is the only way we can get through.” chris speaks, in a mysterious and dark tone. you blink in confusion, about to open your mouth, but before you can, they’re already moving—to your front door.
it’s silent for a few minutes, the unsettling kind that uncomfortably fills the atmosphere all around you as you anticipate what their next moves could possibly be. why were they walking toward your front door anyway? it’s not like they have a key—
you’re snapped out of your thoughts by an echoey “click” noise. you could swear you hear your front door creak open and back shut. your pulse quickens as you step back, hearing footsteps carefully climb up your stairs.
“you really need a better spot for your spare key, love.” a voice, sounding a lot like matt’s, beams through your room, slightly raspy.
“wha—how’d you know where it was…?” your voice is slightly shaky. matt and chris walk further into your room and now you can finally see them. they look handsome, that’s for sure, brunette hair swooping over their eyes slightly, they both have light facial hair as well.
“we just pay attention, closer than you think. kinda hard to keep our eyes off of such a pretty girl like you, hm?” chris replies to your frantic question. you know exactly what he means by that—they’ve been watching you more than you realized. however, you’d be lying if you said that didn’t turn you on just a little bit. they step closer, taking in your current appearance. you were only in a t-shirt and a lace thong, since you’d just been relaxing at home.
“don’t take your eyes off of me, then.” the words slipped off your tongue in such a sultry manner that it made matt and chris even more desperate to just fuck you dumb, more desperate than they already were.
matt suddenly can’t take it anymore, he’s directly in front of you in one quick stride, you gasp as his hands come down to your waist, gripping tightly. “we won’t,” he whispers. “but you know what else? it’s also hard to keep our hands off of you as well.” matt murmurs, you suddenly feel chris behind you, his hand wrapping around to your neck, pulling you back against his chest.
“i think we need to show her just how obsessed she makes us, yeah?” chris teases, his head dipping down to the side of your neck, kissing and sucking on your skin while still holding you from behind. a whimper slips from your mouth as matt simultaneously places his lips against yours. the kiss isn’t at all gentle—it’s fueled with fire, and need. matt’s hands tease the waistband of your soaked panties before tugging them down completely.
“fuck,” you moan against matt’s lips as he dips a finger through your folds, and then pumping it in and out of you, adding a second finger almost immediately. the stretch burns, but it’s quickly turns into a pleasurable sensation.
chris pulls away from your neck and swiftly pulls your shirt over your head as matt continues pumping his fingers through you, chris’s hands travel to your boobs, thumbs beginning to circle quickly over your nipples, a smile plasters over his face as he feels them harden beneath his touch.
“such a good fuckin’ girl for us…already got you squirming and we barely even started.” matt chuckles darkly, pulling his fingers, that are now completely slick, out of you.
you whine at the loss of contact. chris pulls back from you too, but not for long—he backs you up against your bed until your knees buckle, you’re laying on your back, ankles dangling from the bed.
you watch as matt and chris both undo their belts, freeing both of their cocks, your mouth nearly begins watering at the sight. “gonna take us both, baby?” chris asks, already reaching for your legs, lifting them over his shoulders with ease.
“please—need both of you…” you whine out, matt climbs on the bed, kneeling beside your head and strokes himself a few times before tapping your chin, signaling for you to open your mouth. you don’t hesitate—not one bit, your lips part and his cock slides into your mouth. matt throws his head back as you begin sucking and licking at his length.
“mmmm, fuck…you’re so good at that love…” matt’s voice is slightly whiney, a tone you weren’t expecting from him. chris suddenly eases his cock inside of you, the both of you moan at the feeling.
he begins thrusting in and out of your pussy, beads of sweat already beginning to form on his forehead. “shit—your pussy feels so fucking good around me…” chris’s voice is barely even audible, he’s so lost in the feeling of you clenching around his cock, he lets out an almost pornographic groan.
matt pulls out of your mouth as he releases onto your tits, groaning your name as he does so. “look at what you do to me, darling…this is alllll for you,” he catches his breath, gesturing to the mess he made on top of you. the sight of that alone was enough to bring you closer to your own orgasm.
“m’gonna—i’m gonna cum!” you squeal out, chris begins moving his hips faster, and you feel the coil in your stomach burst—your release triggers chris’s, he cums inside of you with one last moan, you feel his release fill up your insides.
“oh fuck,” chris pants, running a hand through his disheveled hair.
all three of you take a moment to catch your breath. matt suddenly begins moving again, positioning himself against the headboard of your bed. you see him from the corner of your eye, and you smile to yourself before taking that as a sign to sit up, you crawl toward him and straddle him, your legs on either side of his legs.
before you can sink down fully onto his length, your index finger reaches up, lifting his chin lightly. “it’s my turn now,” you whisper, “m’gonna make you both even more obsessed with me.” it sounds like a promise—but that’s because it is. matt raises his eyebrows in amusement.
before either of them can make a snarky remark of any sort, you quickly sink down onto matt’s cock, your hips beginning to move at a desperate pace as you ride him. matt’s breath hitches as he looks up at you with submissive eyes, his persona suddenly switching.
you look back and reach for chris, who’s already making his way to you. he reaches down and kisses you—hard. his tongue shoots into your mouth with zero hesitation, trying to indulge in every inch of you. you reach down, stroking chris’s cock as you continue to ride matt mercilessly, the only sounds in the room are the lewd noises of skin slapping together, and the mix of all three of your guys’s moans.
“o—oh my god—yeah—just like that baby—” matt moans out, it sounds pathetic, but if anything, it arouses you even more.
chris pulls back from the kiss, his mouth forming a wide “o” shape as his eyes close, your hand works faster, you can tell the both of them are close, including you.
matt suddenly cums inside of you, moaning at how intense his release is. you gasp at the feeling, your own orgasm taking over you as you cum all over matt’s cock. you don’t bother getting up, he’s still completely buried within you. you lean over, popping chris’s tip into your mouth briefly, he cums in your mouth shortly after, and you swallow and lick every drop, not wasting one bit of his release. you slowly ease off of matt’s length, collapsing on the bed beside the both of them.
little did you know, their obsession with you had just grown much larger than before. and you loved every bit of it.
💌: i’ll try to keep this short…but today marks my 2 year tumblr anniversary!!!!!!!!!!!!! i just wanted to say that i love and appreciate all of you so so much, more than you guys even know!!!!! i’ve made some really really good friends on here and met some really cool people through this app too, i love interacting with each and every single one of you, and i’m so endlessly grateful for all the support and love toward me and my writing, LONG STORY SHORT THANK YOU ALL FOR ABSOLUTELY EVERYTHING!!!! ILY GUYS AND THIS COMMUNITY SO SO MUCH THE WORD LOVE ISNT ENOUGH!!!! 💝💝💝💝
⋆˚࿔ in which: you need matt to come make you feel good, but he’s too busy gaming on stream. so you come up with a plan to make him give you his undivided attention.
req! by @chrslvr— “idk if you're willing to write that but i'd love a fic of matt/chris (matt fits more i think) being on the game with his brother and we've been extremly needy and go under the desk and he can't control himself and lets out a few whimpers and moans plsplspls… got the idea from them @5i3n44, and really liked it”
a/n: i’ve never sucked dih so give me grace if some stuff is incorrect🥹
cw: SEXUAL CONTENT— MDNI. reader being needy, blowjob/oral sex (m receiving), choking on matt’s cock, cursing, getting head while on stream, swallowing matt’s cum, etc
Fortnite had to be your absolute worst enemy.
The only thing that could take your boyfriend’s attention from you for more than 10 minutes was that stupid fucking game.
Matt was on a stream with Chris, gaming. You laid off to the side in your tank top and sleep shorts, careful not to be in view of the camera. The fandom would go wild if they knew Matt has a girlfriend.
The triplets had been on a roll all summer, and the fans were eating it up. They loved streams. It was an unfiltered view into their favorite YouTuber’s lives, and good content for edits, which constantly came across your for you page.
But since Matt’s attention was on streaming lately, there had been less for you. You had a constant ache in your stomach for the past few days, and Matt was too distracted to do anything about it. And the edits did not help your case.
Now, you watched your boyfriend as he cheered at a Victory Royale. You raised your brows at him, a sign to end the stream, but he didn’t catch the memo. Through his gaming headphones, you heard Chris say— “Round five?”
You groaned softly and threw your phone down onto the couch. Then a mischievous idea crept into your head.
If Matt wouldn’t take the time to get off stream for you… then maybe you could do something to get his undivided attention. You smirked to yourself.
You pushed off the bed and onto the floor, crawling over and sliding yourself under Matt’s desk. You saw his brows furrow, but he kept his gaze trained on the monitor.
You reached up and rubbed his cock through his pants, warming him up to your touch and allowing him to get hard beneath you. You felt him tense, but he still said nothing, focused on the game.
Your fingers toyed with his zipper, pulling it down slowly, teasing the hell out of him. His eyes flicked down to yours, wide, a warning, but you ignored it.
You continued, pulling him out of his boxers. It sprung up against his stomach, precum leaking from the tip. Above you, Matt nervously licked his lips, his attention to the game faltering a bit more now.
When you began to pump him, spreading the precum down his length, he let out a short gasp. Then he bit down on his lip to stop himself.
“Sorry chat, there’s a spider in my room.” He said shakily. You smirked to yourself, knowing that was not the case at all.
You lowered your lips to his tip, leaving a soft kiss and then trailing down his shaft. You hadn’t wiped off your makeup yet, and your lipliner left smudges along Matt’s thick cock.
When your lips were done, it was your tongue’s turn to lick his length from top to bottom. Your tongue swirled the head of his cock, your eyes boring into Matt’s.
“Fuck,” He hissed softly, but audibly. He froze.
“You good, Matt?” Chris asked through the screen.
“Uh, yeah— I-I just tanked on health.”
“Here, come find me, I have bandages.”
Your lips finally wrapped around the head of Matt’s cock. You hollowed out your cheeks as you sucked him off. He was so thick, he filled your mouth perfectly.
Matt’s hips jerked up, chasing the friction your mouth was giving him. He held back a moan. His tip hit your gag reflex, causing you to choke. Your eyes teared up but you kept going, desperate to make him moan out loud on stream.
You hummed as you bobbed your head, causing his cock vibrate between your lips. You could feel him throbbing in your mouth. He glanced down at you again and bit down on his lip, trying to wrestle an obscene noise from leaving his mouth.
You pulled off him and he whimpered audibly. His eyes shot wide.
The chat exploded. The fans had definitely caught that noise.
@freshluv.queen: That’s gonna get clipped i’m calling it rn
@mattsprettyprincess: Yessssugh feed the editors matt
@nickboy67: who’s under the table bru😭
You smirked to yourself. Mission accomplished, you thought. But you weren’t even close to finished.
Matt watched, entranced, as you flattened your tongue against the base of his cock and then slowly and agonizingly licked all the way up to the tip.
You pumped him a few more times, using the spit from your tongue as a lubricant.
You lowered your mouth back onto him, sucking sloppily and using your hand for what you couldn’t take in your mouth. Matt was writhing beneath you, his eyes shot wide and his hand gripping his controller. He was about to cum.
“G-gonna use the bathroom,” He announced shakily to the stream, then muted himself and turned off his camera.
As soon as that was taken care of, all of Matt’s restraint snapped. He let out a loud moan and his head fell back against his chair as his warm, hot cum spilled down your throat.
You swallowed every last drop.
You tucked his cock back into his pants and crawled out from under the table.
“Fuck, baby, what was that for?” Matt panted, chest still heaving from his previous release.
“You were ignoring me,” You said matter-of-factly. You crawled over to him and rested your head in his lap. Matt took your chin in his hands and angled you face up at his, studying your wide eyes.
“I’m sorry.” He cooed, wiping a bit of his mess off the corner of your mouth with his thumb. “Well, you’ve definitely got my attention now,” He chuckled, amused. “What do you need from me?”
“I need you, Matt.” You whined.
Matt smirked in return, then clicked the unmute button on his keyboard.
“Chris, I’m gonna go afk for a bit. See if Nick wants to play.”
Then he left the stream and turned to you, prepared to give you his full, undivided attention.
A/N: This is my admission for the #SummerOfSturniolo event created by the lovely @crystalcider Thankyou for the invite🤍
‘You sure you don’t wanna come?’ Said Matt softly. Car keys hanging from his finger as he leaned against the doorframe.
I snuggled down further into the tangle of blankets we had spent the day wrapped up in, shaking my head defiantly. The thought of leaving the cosiness of Matts bed was unthinkable. An unusual lazy day had been exactly what we both needed. No errands, no responsibilities, no distractions, no clothes.
‘You need anything before I go, baby?’ He chuckled, shaking his head at my unwillingness to move.
‘Just don’t forget to ask for extra pickles’ I responded. Having worked up quite the appetite thanks to our… activities.
After assuring me that he would ask for all the pickles, Matt left to go and pick up dinner. I smiled to myself as I inhaled the familiar scent of matts cologne that was absorbed into his cotton sheets. Bruises littered my inner thighs and my hair had been disheveled from today’s events but I had never felt more loved by anyone. Butterflies fluttered in my stomach as I closed my eyes, reliving the way Matt touched me, the way he knew exactly how to make me fall apart over and over again.
Thirstiness overcame me, as I lay there in delicious thought. The iced cold water bottles in the refrigerator called out to me, tempting me from the coziness of Matts bed. I pulled on a Fresh Love hoodie from the pile stacked neatly on Matts gaming chair, admiring the soft material against my bare skin.
As I walked into the dimly lit kitchen, I was blatantly aware of how unstable my legs felt. I leaned against the countertop for stability as I took the first sip of crisp cold water ‘I assumed you went with Matt?’ Said a voice from behind me, causing me to spill water down the front of Matts hoodie. Chris’s eyes traveled from the wet spot forming on the pink fabric, down to the hem brushing against my bare thighs. I was suddenly self conscious of my outfit choice, or lack thereof.
‘Oh my goodness, you startled me’ I breathed ‘Matt went to pick up dinner, I thought the house was empty… hence the lack of clothing’ I could feel my cheeks burning as I rambled.
Chris leaned back against the kitchen table, a smirk spreading across his face ‘That’s mine by the way’ he teased, gesturing towards the hoodie I was wearing. ‘I thought it was Matts?’ I replied ‘It was stacked with some others on his bedside table’
Chris pushed himself off the table, crossing the floor until he was standing directly in front of me ‘The others may be, but that particular one belongs to me’ he whispered, toying with the hanging strings. The closeness made me feel nervous, he always had such an intimidating way of speaking. On more than one occasion, I found myself replaying our conversations, wondering if he was flirting with me. Matt had also picked up on his teasing, arguing the point that he didn’t only cross the line, he knowingly trampled all over it.
‘Should I go and change?’ I asked, unaware of the intention behind his comment. It was hard to differentiate with Chris.
‘The sight of you, wearing my hoodie and nothing else, is one I have thought about an ungodly amount of times’ He rasped, slowly gliding his tongue across his bottom lip. I could feel my heart start to pound against my ribcage, the closeness of our bodies wasn’t helping the situation. I was certain that he could hear it ‘Do I make you nervous?’ He quizzed, cocking his head to the side, a satisfied expression etched onto his face.
‘Are you trying to make me nervous?’ I retorted, acting braver than I felt. Warmth rushed to my cheeks as he considered my question. The silence was somehow worse than his forbidden thoughts. A tension filled minute passed before he spoke ‘You have no idea how infuriating it is, watching you with him’ his words were soft and raw, a stark contrast to his usually cocky demeanour ‘Lying there, night after night listening to those pretty little noises you make, imagining that Its me making you feel good.. making you unravel.. Its fucking maddening’
Chris tilted my face upwards slightly with his finger, forcing me to meet his eyes. They were glazed over with pure lust, his breathing hitched ‘Tell me you don’t want this and we can forget this conversation ever happened’ he whispered, sliding his arm around my waist, pulling me flush up against him. Before I could comprehend what was happening, Chris’s lips were on mine in a slow sensual kiss. Butterflies erupted in my stomach as I found myself melting into his embrace. Chris’s kiss tasted like bad decisions and repercussions but at that precise moment, It was a taste I couldn’t get enough of. My arms wrapped around his neck as he lifted me up, setting me down onto the countertop. The cold marble shocked my hot skin as Chris deepened the kiss, his fingertips trailing across my bare thighs ‘Just once, I need to be the one responsible for making you feel good’ he groaned against my lips, sliding the hem of my his hoodie up over my waist ‘Is that all for me sweetheart?’ He teased, noticing the damp patch that had formed onto my underwear ‘Did I get you that worked up?’ His tone was condescending and laced with pure satisfaction.
His hand slid up my body, slowly pushing me down onto the marble countertop. Goosebumps pricked at my skin as I felt his tantalisingly soft kisses against my inner thighs ‘You like being marked up like this?’ He said, running his tongue across the blooming purple bruises that Matt had created earlier. His lips suctioned over a particularly sensitive one, forming an additional love bite. The thought of being branded by both brothers made my head spin. Never in my wildest dreams did I envision myself in this predicament.
My thoughts were interrupted as Chris placed a kiss against my clothed clit, sending shockwaves coursing through me. My soft, unplanned moan was music to Chris’s ears ‘Ive dreamed of having you like this’ he confessed, breathless as he slipped my underwear down my trembling thighs ‘But I need to hear you say it. Need to hear how badly you want me to touch you’
‘Please Chris’ I breathed, desperately ‘I need you so badl-’
My words were caught in a strangled moan as he slowly licked a stripe through me, exactly where I needed him. His hands gripped onto my thighs, spreading me open further as he devoured me. My back arched off the counter and my hands tangled in his hair, pleasure exploding through my every fibre.
‘You taste even better than I imagined’ he groaned, wrapping his lips around my swollen clit, sucking it into his mouth. Stars danced in my vision as I completely gave myself over to him. Two fingers expertly slipped inside of me, curving deliciously as my high edged ever closer.
The sound of car keys clattering on the tiled floor, ripped me harshly back to reality. Matt was standing in the doorway, his expression unreadable as he took in the sight before him. Chris met his brothers eyes and smirked ‘I have to admit, she tastes fucking amazing’ The pace of his fingers quickened as he pushed my thighs up to my chest ‘Look at your boyfriend’ he said ‘I want you to look at him when you come for me’
Matts eyes bored into mine. They were darkened dangerously as I fought to keep my own from rolling back into my head. Chris placed wet kisses along my waist as his fingers worked at an unfathomable speed ‘Tell me how good Im making you feel baby’ he cooed, thoroughly enjoying himself ‘S-so good Chris’ I moaned, nearly incoherently ‘Making me feel so good’
A muscle tensed in Matts jaw, as he kept his eyes locked onto mine. I could see his chest heaving beneath his sweater. Our dinner long forgotten on the floor, along with his car keys.
Without warning, the knot that had been building in my stomach snapped. Flooding my entire body with pleasure as my orgasm crashed through me ‘There you go, gorgeous’ said Chris, slowly decreasing the speed of his fingers, winding me down from my earth shattering high ‘Such a good girl for me’ He glanced towards his brother, a content smile spread across his face. Matt stared from my blissed out expression, down to the mess that Chris had created between my legs. Then he uttered two words that would change our dynamic forever..
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