𝓟𝒐𝒆𝒕 .ᐟ 𝓡𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝒂𝒌𝒂 𝓟𝒐𝒆 feels so much—too much. She’s either drowning in her emotions or suffering from drought.
She’s finally publishing her another book, poetry about how she seems pretty sad for a girl so in love…
𝓐𝒖𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒓 .ᐟ 𝓜𝒂𝒕𝒕 doesn’t know how to feel. Not when realizing his love isn’t enough. So he does what he does best—writes. With ink moving where words never spill.
Paige’s Notes: This is heavily inspired by Matt’s announcement from today about his book 🥹 as well as Olivia Rodrigo’s concept for her newest single “The Cure.” This is sooooo self indulgent for me…I’m in heaven creating this AU hehe 🙈 @whore4chris this is also made for your request <3
Summary: In which Chris saw something kinky in a movie and wants to try it with you.
CW: 🔞Explicit Sexual Content (Smut): over-stimulation, restraint kink (ribbon), fingering, oral (f receiving), vibrator usage, consensual name calling, slight spit kink (idk tbh?), dom!Chris, squirting, if I missed anything please let me know! If under 18, I am not responsible for the media you consume. (MDNI)
*This was requested by @stonedsturniolo. Post HERE*
The living room was only lit by the TVs light. The movie played on, but you barely followed the plot—Matt had picked something that held no interest to you, and your mind kept drifting. Nick lounged on the chair, more invested in his phone than in the screen. Matt lay sprawled across the floor, shoveling popcorn into his mouth, his eyes darting with every scene change.
You were curled up on the couch with Chris, lying between his legs, your head lying on his chest. The steady rhythm of his heartbeat and the warmth of his body made your eyelids heavy. You fought sleep, but it was a losing battle. Until something on the screen snapped you wide awake.
The movie took a sudden turn, and a spicier scene filled the room with a certain kind of tension. On screen, the lead male gently guided his partner to the bed, tying her wrists to the headboard with a silk ribbon. The camera lingered on the way he secured her hands—firm, but careful. You felt hot, and your breath caught in your throat. Stealing a quick look at Chris, you wondered if he noticed you looking at him.
He is silent, his eyes trained intensely on the screen, jaw clenched. The space felt thick with tension and a charged energy. Chris’ fingers that were in your hair twitched slightly, and for a second, you wondered if he feeling what you felt.
The movie continued, but no one mentioned that one scene, because they didn't want to make it awkward. As the movie ended, Matt and Nick yawned and walked quietly to their rooms, leaving Chris and you alone on the couch, the TV now just adding soft noise in the background.
Chris looked almost anxious, which was rare for him. He looked everywhere except in your eyes. That silence between you was heavier than usual, charged by that scene. The sound of Matt and Nick’s doors closing felt final, leaving only the two of you alone on the couch. Chris finally let out a breath, tension leaving his shoulders as he brushed his hand against yours—a touch so light that it sent sparks up your arm. "Come with me?" he asked softly, his voice shaky, but hope shining just beneath the surface.
You nod and follow him, heart beating for reasons you can't quite name. Maybe it’s nerves. Maybe it’s excitement. You can’t tell, and that makes it almost worse. The room is dim, with soft light from streetlights outside shining through the blinds. The door opens softly, then the quiet click of the lock shuts out the rest of the house. For a moment, neither of you speak. Your own heartbeat fills your ears as Chris leans against his computer desk, hands stuffed in his hoodie pockets, wearing a look of deep concentration, like he is searching for words that fit right in this situation.
Finally, he turns to face you, his expression softening as vulnerability flickers in his eyes. The tension grew almost unbearable before he finally broke the silence.
“Did that scene… do anything for you?” he asked, his voice low and rough, almost as if he feared your answer.
You smile, trying to contain a nervous laugh. "It's a strong possibility," you admit, blushing so hard you can feel the heat rise in your cheeks. "Why?"
Chris actually blushes. You don’t think you’ve ever seen that before. His eyes stay locked on yours, like he’s daring you to look away first. “It’s just… stuck in my mind. The way he tied her up,” he says, voice dropping even lower. “I think I want to try that—with you. If you’re into it.”
You step closer, the air between you charged with something hungry. "I'm definitely into trying it," you confess, your voice softer. "Honestly, I didn’t know you’d want to."
His eyes darken with excitement. Chris gently takes your hand and leads you toward the bed. He pauses, searching your face for any sign of hesitation, but finds only anticipation and curiosity. Bringing your hand to his lips, he presses a soft kiss to your knuckles, his thumb tracing slow, lazy circles over your skin.
Chris turns to his nightstand and retrieves a silk ribbon—white, gleaming, almost innocent in the dim light. He lets the fabric slide slowly between his fingers, then meets your gaze with a silent question in his eyes: Is this really what you want?
You arch a teasing eyebrow. "Did you just have that stashed in your nightstand, Sturniolo?"
Chris gives a shy, crooked grin and shrugs. "Maybe I got a little excited about the idea and wanted to be prepared… just in case."
You laugh, tension melting into something warmer. "You really are something else," you whisper, moving closer until there is barely any space between you.
Chris’ eyes search yours, voice an intimate whisper. "Tell me you really want this. I have to hear you say it. Please.” The softness makes your breath catch—he’s silently begging for your confirmation, for trust.
You nod and place your hand on his chest. “I want this, Chris.” You mean it. You hope he hears how much.
Chris doesn’t move right away, just holds your gaze, affection shining in his eyes. "I want you to know something, [Y/N]," he says, his voice rough. "Tonight isn’t about me getting off. That’s not why I want this. I just want to explore together, see what we both like. If all we do is mess around and find out, that’s enough for me."
His words rest over you like a warm blanket, making your desire grow, but softening it with affection. “That means a lot, Chris. Really," you whisper, squeezing his hand and locking his eyes with him. "I want to enjoy this—together."
A devilish grin curves on his lips as he leans in, capturing your mouth in a kiss that sends heat rushing through your body. His hands grip your waist as he gently guides you back toward the bed, never breaking the kiss. The kiss deepens—hungry, searching—until you’re lying beneath him, the mattress dipping under your weight. Chris straddles you, pulling away just long enough for you to see the ribbon slowly untwisting from his hand.
He leans down, his breath hot against your ear. "I can’t wait to see you beg for me," he whispers, his words dark and thrilling before his teeth graze your earlobe in a teasing bite.
A moan escapes you as you arch into him, your body already aching with need. You meet his gaze, smirking. "Who said I’d be begging?" you tease, defiant.
He chuckles and wraps his hand gently around your throat. His mouth hovers over yours, his tongue tracing the seam of your lips until you gasp. He gently bites your lower lip, sucking it into his mouth before soothing it with his tongue. The sensation leaves you gasping, pinned beneath his gaze and touch.
His voice drops to a dark, commanding whisper. “You’ll be begging like a good little slut once you realize you can’t have any control.” The words send a bolt of heat straight to the lower part of you, the dominance in his tone making your breath hitch.
You nod slowly, eyes open and heart beating fast, surprised and turned on by this commanding side of Chris that you rarely see. The pleasure of giving up control makes your skin tingle with a feeling you can't name.
He gently gathers your wrists, pressing tender kisses to the inside of each one before slowly winding the ribbon around them. His touch is careful and loving as he fastens the silk to the bedpost. The sensation of being restrained, exposed just for him, makes your heart pound. Chris looks down at you, tied and waiting, and lets out a low groan, barely able to hold himself back.
He leans in, placing a quick kiss on your lips. “We need a safe word”, he says, his voice soft but firm, a reminder that your trust matters most.
“Uh, how about pancakes?” you offer, a nervous smile teasing your lips.
Chris looks at you and nods. It’s a random word, but obvious enough that if you say it, he’ll stop immediately.
“Perfect. Let me know if it’s too much, baby,” he mumbles, lips grazing your neck. Chris trails kisses down your skin, lingering on the places that make you shiver and whimper. When he finds your most sensitive spot, he sucks on it hard enough to leave a mark. You moan, arching into him before he soothes the sting with his tongue. He meets your eyes, a wicked flash in his eyes.
You pant softly, fingers flexing against the ribbon. “I—yeah, I trust you,” you say, realizing only after the words leave your mouth how much you mean them.
He nods, and it’s like a switch flips inside him. His hand returns to your throat, gentle but firm, as his mouth crashes onto yours. The kiss is filthy—his tongue exploring your mouth, sucking on your tongue in turns—while his hands roam your body with urgency. Every touch, every taste, sends goosebumps across your skin.
“Chris—fuck. More, I need more,” you whimper, trying to move, only to be reminded of the ribbon holding you in place. Chris smiles at your struggle and tilts your chin up, his eyes dark with satisfaction.
“Look at you. My fucking girl. Tied up and totally at my mercy,” he growls, his voice thick with lust. “You can’t do a damn thing, and that’s so fucking hot.”
He suddenly presses his hips against yours, grinding in slow, deliberate strokes. You can feel how hard he is through his sweatpants, and it makes your body react. Both of you moan at the sensation, each press drawing a needy whimper from your lips.
He presses himself harder against you, letting you feel the thick outline of his cock. "Feel that? Feel how hard I am? All for you, ma," he whispers, his voice filled with desire. "Are you going to be a good girl and let me do whatever I want?"
You nod, wrists tugging helplessly at the silk. Chris catches your wrists, holding them gently but firmly, giving you a look that says, "Behave." Before you can protest, he slides two fingers between your lips, his gaze burning into yours. "Suck," he commands. "Put that mouth to good use."
You suck on his fingers, swirling your tongue around them. Spit slides slowly down his fingers and your mouth. Chris bends down and uses his tongue to collect it, catching you wide-eyed with surprise. Wetness pools in your underwear as you focus on each finger, lightly nipping and sucking them.
Chris moans, "Fuck, ma. That mouth—always so good for me. Such a good girl, listening, making me feel so fucking good."
He grinds down again, and this time you really feel the press of his thick cock against your center. You whimper, his fingers slipping from your mouth.
“That’s it. I need more from you.” Chris moans.
Chris pushes your shirt up and unhooks your bra, exposing your chest. He drags his wet fingers over your nipples, watching them pebble as a shiver shoots through you. Before you can catch your breath, his mouth is on you. Sucking one nipple, swirling his tongue, while his other hand squeezes and pinches the other, making you arch and whimper beneath him.
He alternates soft kitten licks with sharp little bites to each breast, drawing gasp after gasp from your lips. You tug at the ribbon binding your wrists, both frustrated and turned on by your helplessness. “Fuck, this... Shit, Chris,” you whine, the words tumbling out breathless.
He finally pulls back and meets your eyes, fingers still playing with your sensitive nipples. He presses a soft kiss on your lips. “You good?” he asks, his voice gentle as he searches your face to make sure you’re okay.
You smile, your heart warming at how much he cares, even though you’re still filled with want. “I’m great, Chris. Really.”
Chris nods, then sits back and pulls off his shirt in one smooth motion. His chest is bare and golden in the faint light, and you can’t help but let out a low, appreciative moan. He leans in, kissing down your chest, leaving a trail of open-mouthed kisses and soft hickeys around your breasts. Each suck draws a whimper from your lips. When he’s finally finished, your skin is littered with tiny purple marks—evidence of him claiming you.
“Fuck. You’re so hot,” he moans. “I love that I can do whatever I want—and you just have to take it.”
He kisses and nips his way down your stomach, leaving a trail of goosebumps in his wake. When he finally reaches the waistband of your sleep shorts, he looks up, eyes dark with hunger.
You arch your hips, silently telling him to take them off. Your eyes meet his, dark with hunger and need, every bit of you aching for his touch.
But he doesn’t move, he just grins. A devilish glint in his eyes. "Time to beg," he whispers, his voice low and commanding.
“No,” you whisper, holding his gaze—a challenge in your eyes.
He arches a brow at your refusal, his grin widening. “So we’re going to be a brat tonight?” he teases. “Fine by me, ma.”
He kisses along your hips, teasing your waistband but never moving it. As he’s kissing you, his hand trails lower and his thumb presses exactly where you need it, making you moan. Chris circles your clit slowly through your shorts, his mouth pressing kisses to your skin, each one a promise. “All you have to do is beg, ma. Then I’ll really make you feel good.”
You squeeze your eyes shut. God, you’re desperate. You almost hate yourself for it. “Please,” you whisper, barely able to look at him. “Touch me.”
Chris grins, his voice full of praise. “Good fucking girl. Knew you’d see reason.”
You tug at the ribbon out of impatience, earning a teasing laugh from Chris. He spits on your stomach and swirls it around. “Or maybe, I want to hear more of that begging.”
“Chris—fuck. Please, I need more. I’ll be good, I promise,” you whimper, arching into his touch, desperation in your voice. Your begging is all he needs. He finally hooks his fingers into your shorts and underwear, dragging them down your hips at an annoyingly slow pace. The slowness would piss you off if you weren’t so horny. You lay there, now fully exposed to him.
He sits back and takes in the sight of you—tied up, chest marked with his love bites, legs spread for him, wet pussy glistening in the dim light. For a moment, he just stares, palming himself through his sweatpants, the bulge obvious. The hunger in his eyes makes your pulse race.
“Jesus, I could look at you all day,” he whines, his voice thick. “But I’d rather have my mouth on you. Would you like that, ma?”
You nod quickly, your voice barely above a whisper. “Please, Chris. I just want to feel you.”
He spreads your legs apart and a soft whine escapes your lips as the cool air grazes your swollen, soaked pussy. Chris’s eyes darken at the sight, and he runs his fingers up between your folds, collecting your wetness. He brings his fingers to his mouth, sucking them slowly and deeply, moaning at your taste. Then his wet fingers return to your folds, spreading them open for him. “Fucking beautiful, my girl,” he growls.
Chris shifts, lowering his head between your legs. His lips press gentle kisses and teasing bites along your sensitive skin on your thighs. You tug helplessly at the ribbon, arching against him, desperate. “God, Chris. Please,” you beg, your voice raw. He lets out a low laugh. “Fuck, okay, ma. Just stop fighting the restraint. Allow me to take care of you.”
In seconds, his mouth is on you, tongue hot and wet as he licks a slow path up and down your folds, collecting every drop of your wetness. He starts gently, teasing, swirling his tongue around your clit, then every so often sucking hard, making you cry out. You can feel him smile against you, knowing you can’t grab his hair like you usually do. He moans into you, the vibration making your thighs tremble. He alternates between kitten licks and deep, hungry sucks, his hands rubbing your thighs soothingly as you move beneath him.
Chris comes up for air, your wetness glistening on his mouth and lips. He gives you a sinful smile, then slides two fingers into you, curling them to find the spot that makes you go crazy.
“Tell me if you want me to stop,” he mumbles, his fingers moving in a slow, torturous rhythm that makes you gasp.
“I don’t want you to stop,” you whisper, your voice shaking as you grind down onto his hand, desperate for more.
“Fucking dirty girl,” Chris growls, and then his mouth is on you again. This time, his fingers keep thrusting deep inside you as his tongue flicks and circles your clit. Tied and arching beneath him, you grind against his face pulling out soft moans from Chris.
“Chris—I fucking can’t,” you cry out, the sound filling the room, lost in sensation as your head falls back.
"Put your fucking eyes on me, ma," he commands, his voice desperate. Each time his fingers thrust in, he curls them, finding that spot that makes your vision blur. Your wetness only grows with every touch. Chris glances down at the mess between your thighs and smirks. "Damn, look at you. Who got you this wet?"
You keep grinding against his hand, every so often he places a soft kiss or lick to your wet pussy, drawing a whine out of you. “That’s it, ma. Take what you want. Ride my hand. So fucking beautiful.”
You lock eyes with him, and his gaze is almost enough to push you over the edge. He looks at you with a combination of love and hunger, his fingers moving faster as he feels you clench around him.
The wet, slapping sound of his fingers thrusting into you fills the room—filthy and hot. With one hand, Chris fingers you deeper, while his other slips beneath the waistband of his pants, stroking himself in time with your moans. He thrusts his hips slowly, matching the rhythm, and you arch up, a broken moan escaping as he finds a new angle. Chris grins, eyes locked on yours. “Fuck, ma. So goddamn wet for me—love seeing what I do to this pussy.”
That desperate, burning need settles in your stomach—you’re right on the edge. Your hips roll against his hand, silently begging for release and letting Chris know just how close you are.
“Let go. I want you to soak my hand,” he mumbles, his voice soothing but commanding. "Cum for me, ma. Be a good girl."
You cry out as you clench around his fingers, your orgasm crashing over you. He curses softly and slows his movements, guiding you through the aftershocks. When it finally stops, you collapse your head back, panting, exhausted and spent.
“Fuck, baby. That was so hot,” he whispers between kisses, his lips pressing all over your cheeks and jaw, making you giggle. His hand keeps slowly stroking himself but he slides his body against yours, holding you close for a moment—briefly forgetting you’re still tied up.
You snort, your voice playful despite your exhaustion. “Uh… look, I love you, but cuddling while I’m still tied up is a little weird.” You glance at your restrained wrists, grinning.
Chris’ lips curve into a devilish smile. “Cute that you think I’m done with you.” He leans over, opens his nightstand drawer, and pulls out a vibrator. The sight freezes you—part excitement, part anxiousness.
Your breath catches. “Chris—I don’t… I’m not sure I can…” you whisper, uncertainty tangled in your voice.
He presses a soft kiss to your jaw, his tone gentle but commanding. “You can take it, ma. Be my good girl—just one more release for me. You look so fucking perfect tied up, I can’t help myself.” His tongue drags up your neck, drawing a needy whine from your lips as he flicks the vibrator on.
"I have to see you fall apart again for me," he whispers, trailing the toy along your inner thigh before pressing it gently to your overstimulated clit. You moan loudly, bucking your hips.
“Guess that feels good, huh?” Chris asks, pressing the vibrator closer against your body, watching as your wetness starts to leak out. He moves it so it rests perfectly against your clit and smiles. “What a fucking mess you’re already making.”
“Chris—oh God—” you gasp, hips jerking as the toy teases you, each slow circle a new wave of heat rolling through your body. Vibrations run through your body, nerves on fire—too much, but not enough to make you want to stop. You tug at the ribbon again, desperate and overstimulated, but it holds you. And somehow that turns you on even more.
“No. Not yet. You don’t go anywhere until you cum again for me, ma,” he moans, his eyes dark with hunger as he watches you squirm.
His free hand keeps stroking himself in sync with your pleasure, never looking away from your face. “Fuck, [Y/N]. Look at me, getting you off with a toy while I stroke myself. God, I wish we had thought of tying you up sooner. So fucking hot.” Chris moans, his hand moving slowly on himself.
You whine, feeling yourself getting close again. “Chris, so close. Oh fuck.”
“Already? Guess you really did want it again, huh?” He smirks, rubbing it in small circles, increasing the vibration level. “That’s it, ma. You got this. I know you have it in you. Let go. Cum for me,” Chris practically coos into your ear.
You throw your head back and moan as your orgasm washes over you, your arousal spilling everywhere this time—on the bed, the toy, your thighs . It’s the hardest you’ve ever come before. “Fuck! Oh my god. Chris!”
Chris freezes and pulls the toy away gently. Then his mouth crashes onto yours, giving you the filthiest, hottest kiss you’ve ever had. He pulls back, eyes wide in shock. “Holy fuck. I think that was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. Tying you up is definitely happening again.”
You lay there blushing, trying to catch your breath, barely noticing the mess around you. “Can we please untie me now? I’m actually exhausted.”
Chris laughs and kisses your cheek. “Maybe I want to keep you captive forever.” You roll your eyes.
He puts the toy away and removes his hand from his pants and moves quietly, untying your wrists. Then he pulls you back into his arms, pressing soft kisses to your forehead. “Are you okay?” he asks, his voice gentle now.
You nod softly. “I didn’t think we’d be doing all of that in one night, but I’m not complaining. Just sad you didn’t cum.”
Chris shakes his head and snuggles closer. He fixes your shirt to cover you and pulls the blanket around both of you. “I told you earlier, this was just about trying something new with you. Besides, watching you squirt with the vibrator made it worth it—even if I didn’t cum.”
You giggle. “You’re something else, Chris. I love you.”
He nods. “I know, I love you too. Maybe tomorrow you can tie me up.”
You kiss him softly, a small smile forming on both your faces. As the night wears on, you lie tangled together, the ribbon forgotten on the sheets—and the kinks, definitely here to stay.
M yaps: Hope this hits like yall wanted.... Lol idk.
Warnings:smut, Dom!matt x sub!reader, slight choking, spanking, aftercare, use of baby and doll
A/n:yes this is very short but it’s ok
Matt was coming home today you missed him so much. You wanted to impress him so you put on your sexiest lingerie to make him happy.
All those late night call with you two having phone sex wasn't enough and for matt it wasn't either. You knew the lingerie you were wearing was a good choice it was a see though red one and tiny little thongs Matt's favorite.
Suddenly you hear the front door swing open. "Baby I'm home!" You smile running out the room in your lingerie.
"Holy shit you look good enough to eat" matt says looking you up and down licking his lips like a hungry man.
He suddenly pushes her against the wall kissing her neck roughly. "Fuck I've missed you all that phone sex wasn't enough I've jerked off that whole time" he says grinding against her thigh.
You slowly unbuckle his belt, matt let's a low deep groan out ripping her panties off. Matt suddenly bends you over the arm of the couch giving your ass a light spank before he roughly shoves his jeans and boxers down.
He slowly strokes his length before shoving in you going at a slow pace at first then getting rough. "fuck doll you feel so good wrapped around me" he says reaching around you slightly choking you.
Matt smacks your ass hard "This is what you wanted huh to get fucked dumb" you try to say something but all you can do is nod. Your eyes roll back in pleasure as you moan out like a bitch in heat which currently you kinda were
Your walls squeeze matt making him groan out. You suddenly cry out realising all over him. Not long after matt let's go groaning out shooting his hot seed into you.
Matt slowly pulls out grabbing a towel and wetting it cleaning you both up and getting you both changed into clean clothes. As you both lay there he holds you as you sleep soon later matt falls asleep with you in his arms. You fall asleep knowing your safe in his arms through out the night.
ⓘ CW. Fluff. Brief mentions of being horny lol. Reader being a bit sensitive (she’s just like me, what can I say). Matt wanting reader to be Mr. Wrinkleton’s mama hehe
Paige’s Notes: Okay who else thinks Matt is the best cuddler in the world??
Any interaction is appreciated <3
Dedicated to my silly friend @inkedsturnioloss ilysm & your shoulders are looking extra spicy today 😋
this series contains ˖ ݁𖥔 ݁˖ smut w plot, use of alcohol and drugs, toxicity, softdom!chris, softsub!reader, fingering, light choking, somewhat dry humping, p n v, clit stimulation, praise, degradation, kind of public, use of pet names, use of handcuffs (lmk if i missed anything)
word count ˖ ݁𖥔 ݁˖ 4.1k
note: this takes place in america, so when “underaged drinking” is mentioned, it’s because the characters are under 21, not under 18.
⌗ lowercase intended
that night, like every other night, your mind ran amuck. it spiraled with ideas as you layed, curled in your sheets. it was times like these that you wished you lived on campus. maybe the sound of someone living next to you would give you something to focus on. but instead you had an apartment, way too spacious for just yourself. your closest neighbor was an old woman, and even she was doors down. you weren’t sure why no one wanted to live at the end of the hall like you. there were a few empty apartments surrounding yours, and in your few months of living here you had tried to convince claire to move into one of them. it was unsuccessful. of course, they were a common topic you imagined about. were they haunted by some ancient entity? were they infested with termites? you tried not to focus too much on either of those, because you did want to be able to actually fall asleep at some point.
but this specific night, you couldn’t think of anything besides chris. did you imagine that entire scenario? or did it really happen, and you were reading too much into it? you spent so many of your teenage years fantasizing about conversations, interactions, and a potential relationship with chris. you imagined what you would say to him if he ever acknowledged you, how cool you would play it. but when he actually did, you played it far from cool. there was no batting of your eyelashes or curling of your hair strand. you melted at his gaze, and stuttered at his words. it was impossible to live out the unspeakable fantasies you had of him if you couldn’t even hold eye contact. and you knew that. you promised yourself that if you ever got the chance to see him again, you would make the most of it. maybe the flirting you would do would be humiliating, but at least you could say you tried.
and a few days later you got that chance.
— ˗ˋ ୨୧ ˊ˗ —
you flopped on your comforter, stomach down to the bed. your groan of frustration was muffled into the satin pillows.
“stop sulking.” claire objected, the sound of hangers clinking coming from your closet where she stood.
you flipped over onto your back, arms crossed. “you’ve seen it in there. i have nothing.”
“nothing?” claire questioned mockingly as she motioned to the clothes strewn across your bedroom.
“you know what i mean.”
“no, i think you have plenty. you just need to go wild. wear something sexy.” she pled.
“i’m always dressing sexy.”
she looked you up and down slowly, her eyes drawing over your oversized t-shirt and stained pajama pants. “i think we have different ideas of sexy.”
you threw a pillow in her direction.
she continued rifling through your closet as she spoke. “i just want to see you putting yourself out there. like literally when’s the last time you got laid?”
“what makes you think im not getting laid?”
she must’ve taken that as a rhetorical question, because she carried on speaking. “having your birthday on halloween is such a cheat code. you get to dress up as whatever you want and everyone’s down to party.”
“im not even sure i want a party.” you grumbled.
she didn’t even bother to look up from what she was doing when she responded “the party is happening.”
you would've thought a tragedy happened by the way claire then gasped. you watched as she pulled out an outfit you forgot existed, her mouth hanging open at the sight. it was practically lingerie, a black and lace dress with cutouts in all the right places.
she wiggled the hanger. “this one.”
you shook your head firmly. “claire. no.”
next thing you knew it was dark, your apartment illuminated by neon LEDS. you and claire had spent the previous few hours filling your kitchen with various types of alcohol, and covering your home head to toe in halloween decoration. there were red streamers hanging from the top of each doorway, coloured solo cups stacked on pop-up tables, and music reverberating from every direction. as much as you would’ve originally preferred to spend your birthday differently, you had to admit that the excitement of everyone around you was contagious. people had begun indulging in the refreshments some time ago, and it was evident. the classic college halloween party was in full effect—singles making out in corners, people throwing up off your balcony, a line to the bathroom forming. you had to admit you’d always wanted to go to a themed party like this—maybe one not in your own house—but nonetheless it was shaping up to be great.
you reached behind a couple doing a flawless demonstration of PDA to grab a plastic cup from the counter. after bumping into a multitude of other people you made it to the kitchen island, and began pouring yourself a drink. it ended up being mostly apple juice, but you prided yourself in even adding alcohol at all. the last thing you needed was to make more of a fool of yourself. you were already drawing an unreasonable amount of attention with your outfit. the little lacey dress and black cat ears was a pathetic excuse of a halloween costume. you had to admit claire was right though, you did look positively sexy. that fact didn’t make you any less self conscious of all the eyes clinging to you.
abruptly, two hands fell onto your shoulders from behind. you spun around and looked up to see the culprit. for a second your heart skipped a beat, but when you realized it wasn’t who you thought it was, you impulsively saddened your demeanour.
matt lowered his hands off your shoulders. “damn, i was expecting a warmer welcome.”
you smiled and hugged him under his arms. “sorry, i thought you were someone else.”
“what, you thought i was chris or something?” he joked.
you avoided his eye contact.
“shit. what is it with you guys lately.” his expression morphed in a way that made him seem almost annoyed.
“what do you mean?”
“i mention his name and you act all… odd. got that same look as he did when i mentioned you to him the other day.”
your heart dropped to your ankles. “you talked to chris about me?”
matt shrugged. “i tried. he shut that one down super quick.”
he waited a moment for a reply before speaking again. “is there something going on between you two?”
you were one who suffered from extreme analysis paralysis, always zoning out to think about something. but at matt's words, no response was even in the realm of your mind.
“no there’s not. trust me.” you said finally. and your words were the truth. there was nothing going on. but if what matt was saying was true, why did chris have any sort of reaction to your name? was there something going on?
his brow ridge raised in doubt. “if there is, i don’t like it. he won’t treat you right, y/n, keep that in mind.” he spoke with assurance, not jealously. his eyes were still and holding, as if he was trying to tell you that you were making the worst mistake of your life.
a part of you thanked him, and was greatful he was looking out for you. but the majority of you was angry. why did he think that you couldn’t figure things out on your own? why did everyone think you were some innocent baby?
“i don’t need you to warn me about stupid shit like that, matt. go find someone else to talk down to.” your words came off harsher, and cut deeper than you meant them to, leaving your friend defeated as you turned your back to him.
you left the kitchen, dodging between the crowd to make it to your living room. there was a game of cup pong restricting you from getting to your couch, so you stood in a empty spot next to the wall. you gripped your cup with both hands, and immersed yourself in thought.
why did everyone treat you like you couldn’t make decisions for your own? matt saying you were ‘making a bad choice’, chris saying you couldn’t smoke, and even claire picking your outfit for you.
you heard a voice say your name, but the music muddled any sense of direction you had. whirling your body around in a circle, your eyes immediately landed on chris. he was scanning your body meticulously, like he didn’t want to miss a single part of your sultry costume. you felt the now familiar hotness creep up to your cheeks, and your hold on the cup became shaky. you took the opportunity to look at his outfit. he was dressed in a prisoner uniform, and it was zipped down with a black wifebeater underneath. a pair of handcuffs dangled off one of his wrists. you couldn’t explain the reaction the uniform gave to you, but you felt heat pooling at your core as he stepped closer.
chris closed the little distance you had between the two of you, leaning down to your face. he swept your hair back, his lips brushing up the skin of your neck as he made it to your ear. “quite the outfit.” he said, the vibration of his voice in your ear causing your whole body to go numb. he drew his face away, keeping eye contact while he did so. "happy birthday." he added.
“i.. um.. didn’t know you were coming.” you spoke, mustering up the most confidence you could.
“i couldn’t miss free alcohol.” he smirked.
“you don’t even have a cup.” you said, suddenly becoming more aware of the drink you held.
“i’m surprised you’re drinking.”
“why wouldn’t i be?”
“you just…” he scanned down your figure again. “don’t seem like the type.”
you scowled. “god why does everyone think i’m so innocent!”
in your frustration, you didn’t notice him reaching at your cup. you powerlessly gave it up as he grasped it and brought it to his lips, drinking.
“that is like 99% juice, kid.” he laughed, as if he was proving you right about something.
at first you looked off to your side, embarrassed. but soon you remembered the promise you made to yourself, to actually make a conscious effort with chris. but you had to admit you needed some liquid courage to get the job done.
“then let’s get some real drinks.” you said, and retreated back to the kitchen, hopeful that he would follow you. you had to adjust the fabric so it didn’t come up too high on your ass as you walked.
thankfully, he tailgated you until you both ended up back in the kitchen. you wasted no time pouring yourself a shot and throwing it back into your throat. the second one you took chris joined you, so you were swallowing the liquor at the same time.
a few minutes go by until confidence was seeping through you. you were sitting on the counter, watching your feet dangle off the ground. chris was across the kitchen, talking to some guy you barely recognized. something possessed you to break up their conversation and call out chris’s name. he turned towards you when you did, and you gestured for him to come over. you silently thanked the alcohol in your system as he made his way to you.
“chriiiiis.” you sung, outstretching your hands towards him.
he tilted his head down at you, now close enough to be almost touching your knees as you sat. “you drunk?”
“mmm a little.” you brushed your fingertips along either of his orange sleeves. “are you?”
he didn’t reciprocate any sort of affection, but also didn’t move away from your touch. “yeah. but clearly not as much as you.”
you parted your legs to either side of chris’s torso, silently inviting him to step closer. you watched as what seemed like hesitation crept over him. he inhaled sharply before taking a half step forward.
you had to look almost straight up to meet eyes with him before speaking. “heyyy.” you smiled with your words, a newfound sense of confidence in you.
“hi y/n.”
a faint scent of mint, sweet booze, and his usual cologne enveloped him, the smell intoxicating. alas, no alcohol was enough to completely rid yourself of your nerves. having him this close to you was like an ice bath, sobering you irritatingly.
“how are you liking the party?” you asked, trying to keep your cool as his eyes flicked to your lips.
“it’s interesting being in your house.” he was inching closer now, close enough that you could feel the thin fabric of your panties wetting.
“…yeah? why’s that?” nervousness snuck in your voice. you wished you could close your thighs, to hide the evidence of your arousal.
“it’s like being in someone’s mind, y’know?”
“oh.” you became more self aware of the contents of your apartment.
“is that bad? me being in your mind?” he asked, his arms crossed.
“um.. maybe?”
“what’s in there that you don’t want me to know about?”
your breath hitched as he sealed the distance between you two, his waist directly in between your legs. he adjusted so you could feel the soft pressure of a growing hardness against your clothed clit. your mouth fell just slightly agape at the sensation. he noticed your reaction, a coy look flaunting on his face. the stimulation seemed to affect him as well, because his jaw clenched as he looked down at you.
"i asked you a question." his head classically tilted as he waited for a response.
"there's nothing bad.. in my mind."
he clicked his tongue against his teeth. "see, i don't think that's quite the truth, now is it?"
you swallowed the lump in your throat and tried to think of anything besides the feeling between your thighs. if chris knew the type of things you were thinking about him, the type of things you had always thought about him, he would never look at you the same.
his arms uncrossed and he gingerly placed both hands on either one of your thighs, still maintaining the mutual gaze. all the fantasies you had obsessed over for years came to the forefront of your mind, any sense of confidence washing away. his thumb rubbed softly over your bare thigh, catalyzing a wave of shivers up your body. he watched as goosebumps appeared across your skin from his touch. despite the bustling environment, the silence between you two felt thick enough to lean against.
"chris.. what are you doing?" you muttered, watching his fingers inch towards your inner thigh.
"is this not okay?"
"no no it's—" you were interrupted by his touch reaching the lace of your panties, where your bodies met.
"it's what?"
"it's okay."
he stopped his hand from moving. "tell me what you want. i need to hear you say it."
"chris… please.." you layered your hand on his, as if to guide it where you needed.
his touch was unmoving. "say it."
"i need you to touch me, please."
you could feel chris's cock twitch at the sound of you begging. he ran his tongue over his bottom lip like he was facing some sort of inner dilemma. you could feel as his bulge grew against you, his hand still placed just at your sheer underwear. the urge you had to pull him impossibly closer overwhelmed you. just as you were about to give in, about to put your hands on parts of him you'd always wanted to touch, the music that encased the apartment cut out and was replaced by a deafening yell.
"cops!"
people began hastening in all directions, the sound of clinking alcohol bottles accompanying shouting as everyone tried to leave. you scambered off the counter and to a window, to see that the person was right. police officers were gathering at the bottom of your building, holding flashlights and looking straight through the glass at you. chris gripped your wrist, pulling you away from the window.
"come on." somehow, his voice was still collected as he spoke.
"its my house! i can"t leave!" you insisted, trying to pull yourself from his grasp.
the effort was useless. you and chris followed the crowd out the front door and rushed down the set of stairs. the sound of what you assumed to be officers filing in the lobby was close, and your heart thumped at the riskiness of the path you two were taking. chris was in front of you, his hand still clasped on your wrist. you could've sworn he was smiling, like he was enjoying this. the group of people you had escaped with all scattered as soon as you made it outside, and you scanned the street for claire. chris didn't allow you much time to stand still, and continued taking your arm. you ran for a minute more, until he pulled your body to the side, into a small space between two shops. the pocket was just big enough for you to stand across from eachother without touching. he finally let go of you, and you pressed your back against the chilled stone. the road was silent, the low hum of a street lamp being one of the only things breaking the stillness. you could also hear the faint dripping of water down a rainpipe, and focused on it rather than on the butterflies in your stomach. both of your exhausted pants melted together, and your face was right at his chest as it raised and fell. you looked up at him, smiling without realizing it. turned and pulled you into
"god i need a cigarette." he spoke finally, returning your gaze.
a cigarette? while you were still focused on the feeling of him against you in the kitchen, he was craving a cigarette?
you just laughed breathily. "yeah."
the side of his lip curled up. "what do you need?"
suddenly you were hyper aware of the nonexistent space between the two of you. his hands were kept to themselves, but that didn't help your imagination from running wild. you shook some sense back into your mind and responded.
" i need to be back in my house."
"yeah? being arrested for underaged drinking?"
you diverted your eyes from his.
"you should be thanking me for dragging you away from the place." he brushed his fingers along your bare arm, causing goosebumps to once again rise on your skin. you tried not to let it distract you.
"thanking you? i can make decisions about what i wanna do by myself." you folded your arms, which subsequently caused your boobs to press up to your chest.
chris noticed this, and that same inner-dilemma look played on his face.
"so what do you want to do right now?" he asked.
"ummm."
"oh come on" he cooed, "i thought you could make decisions by yourself."
his voice was enough to make you melt away right then and there. you accidentally glimpsed at his lips, to which he smirked again. he moved his hand from your arm to graze the thin chain of a necklace on your collarbone. you inhale sharply the moment his fingers brush your sensitive skin. his eyes trailed down your curves, and the expression that displayed on his face made it seem like he was consciously holding himself back. his hand moved up, half on your neck and half on your jawline. he leaned in carefully, giving you more than enough time to reject the advance. his face tilted and his lips stopped just before yours, as he rested his second hand on the curve of your waist. your stomach was twisted in knots as your fantasy slowly became reality. you heeled slightly to be almost at your tiptoes, in an attempt to prompt the kiss. but he retreated just enough that your lips continued to be apart.
"say you want it."
you replied immediatly. "i want it. you."
he tilted his head sideways, like he was waiting for something more.
"please."
as soon as the words left your mouth, chris sealed the kiss.
he was gentle at first, allowing you to get used to the feeling. but after you broke apart, it was obvious that he had no intention of stopping. he collided with you again, his hand lowering to form a loose grip around your neck. you leaned against eachother, supporting one another up as your hand planted on his chest. you parted your lips, allowing his tongue to tangle with yours. you couldn't help but let a whimper fall out of your mouth into the kiss, and his reaction was tightening the grip on your throat. he held you firmly against him, in such a way that signified that he was both in charge, and still holding back.
you became hyper aware of his one hands movements when it made it to the bottom hem of your dress. he broke your lips apart to soundlessly ask permission. your nod was all the approval he needed before he rode your dress up to your hips, revealing your red laced panties.
"fuck." he murmured, and took his fingers to trace down your clothed slit. "you're so fucking wet."
your face flushed in embarrassment, and you clamped your thighs together. "sorry.."
he furrowed his brows. "why the fuck would you be sorry? open your legs for me."
you obeyed, spreading your legs open just enough that his fingers could retreat back to where you wanted them most. he layed a small slap on your pussy through your underwear, causing you to gasp into his wife beater. he played with the top lace of the fabric before sliding his hand underneath, watching your reaction fixedly. he moved his fingers down you, parting your folds to gather the wetness that was slowly falling from you. he used it to bring it expertly to your clit, circling the moisture around your aching bud. he moved slow, teasing you painfully. your mouth fell open, and you layed your forehead on his chest. he immediately stopped and used his grip on your neck to make you look up at him.
"look at me while i make you feel good." he demanded, leaving no room for retort.
you nodded helplessly, and, desperate for more friction, moved your hips against chris's fingers. he seemed amused, and allowed it, sinking one finger into your sopping pussy. you used the loophole instantly, and moved your body to grind on his finger.
"good girl. so fucking tight, shit." he breathed, curling up to meet your g-spot.
you released your first moan, and chris took full advantage of knowing the spot that made you make such an intoxicating noise. he stretched your pussy to add a second finger, and wasted no time before curling that one too. your knees fell weak, and your brows curved upwards in pleasure. he used his thumb to move up and down your clit as he worked his fingers inside of you. the added stimulation caused a turn in your lower stomach. you didn't know how much longer you would last if he continued like this.
while his one hand worked on your pussy, the other lowered from your neck to the fabric that covered your bust. he cupped his hand underneath both your bra and the dress to release one of your boobs.
"god you have perfect tits." he latched his lips over your hardened nipple, swirling his tongue around the bud.
"holy fuck chris i'm close." you gasped, hand in his hair as he continued to suck you.
he took this as a challenge, and added more pressure to your clit. he palmed your tit, pinching your nipple in between two fingers. your orgasm curled in you, and the feeling of your cunt around his fingers was growing to be too much. your clit was swollen and aching, your face was blushed and beginning to sweat, and the way chris looked in the darkness of the alley tipped you over the edge. as your walls clenched around him, your climax ripped through you. not alleviating his pace, he continued to fuck you with his fingers as you rode out your high.
I feel like Matt would be really into slightly risky sex.
Just imagine Matt going on a date with you and you especially good that night so he takes you to the bathroom and thrusts deeply into your quivering pussy.
Him grunting as he slams harder each time making you gasp and wail like a bitch in heat and Matt becoming more and more turned on by possibly being caught from your pretty moans.
Matt would shove his fingers in your mouth as you suck and moan on his fingers, as he leans forwards and growls in your ear..
“Gotta be quiet baby, you don’t want anyone to hear how much of slut you are..”
♡⸝⸝: a look into the core four daily life, playfully banter, slice of life, cuteness
note: this is in the pov as if the reader is fauna. however, I tried to show the dynamics between all characters in this fic!
this is a collab with @devotedlyteenagemusic fell free to send either of us questions about this au :)
wc: 590 - more of this au here
The whole house smelled of fresh strawberries; the sweetness lingered throughout the kitchen as Pip mixed ingredients for the cake's frosting. She had decided today was a baking day, and what better day than to bake a strawberry cake. You stood at the counter, knife in hand, as you cut up the strawberries that were going on the top of the cake. From the corner of your eye, you could see Pip swat away Chris’s hand as he tried to dip his finger into the buttercream frosting.
“Just a taste, baby, please,” he pouted, reaching for the pink mixing bowl once more, just for Pip to move it out of his reach. “You can taste it when it’s done,” she giggled. You moved closer towards the bowl, dipping your finger into the pink frosting. “Hey! That’s not fair,” Chris shouted, watching as you licked the frosting off your finger. You only laughed watching as Pip shook her head at his antics. You looked up from cutting strawberries, hearing the click of the front door opening, and the knife fell on the counter with a soft thud.
“I’m home,” Matt muttered as he hung his jacket on the coat rack by the front door. You ran towards him, feet sliding on the hardwood floor, and you bumped right into him as he walked into the doorway of the kitchen. “It smells good in here,” he murmured, wrapping his arms around you. His hand softly stroked your hair. You lift your head from his chest to look up at him. “Pip’s making a cake,” you giggle, smiling at him. Matt’s hand comes down from your head to tangle his fingers with yours as you both make your way into the kitchen.
“Chris, tell me you are not putting the green part into the bowl.” Pip scolds him as she shakes her head in disbelief. You hold in a laugh as you lean over the counter, watching Chris cut strawberries. An hour or so later all four of you are cuddled on the couch, for the famous movie nights. Pip had cut slices of cake for each of you, excited as she bounced on her heels waiting for you to try the cake. Chris takes a bite, a satisfied groan escaping his mouth as he leaned over and kissed her cheek. “It’s very sweet baby,” he whispers into her ear making her blush.
You giggle watching them as you scroll through the movie selections trying to pick out a good movie for you all to watch. Matt watches you with a grin on his face as he leans over and dips his finger in the frosting of your cake, smearing it on the tip of your nose.
You burst into laughter as you look over and see Chris do the same to Pip. The room is full of laughter. You grab a blanket to cover both you and Matt as you watch the movie. An hour or so into the movie you notice Pip getting fidgety. “What’s wrong?,” you ask, raising your eyebrow. She looks up and points to chris who is dead asleep on her chest. She covers her mouth to avoid letting out a loud giggle.
Matt notices and gets his phone out to take a picture making you both laugh, and causing Chris to sit up startled. “What's funny?”, he asks, trying to play it off like he wasn’t just sleeping. You all three giggle as Matt posts the picture on his story. “Nothing goes back to sleep,” Matt mumbles.
Having sex with your boyfriend can be difficult when you’re worried about his brother’s hearing…
ⓘ CW. SMUT. 18+ MDNI OR ELSE I WILL THROW BUTTER AT YOU. Little to no plot (I was horny, okay?), Matt fucking his big cock up into you & making you his personal pornstar, covering mouths, unintentional edging, p n v (unprotected), cumming inside…AFTERCARE IS SILLY CUTE STUFF HEHE -- & probably more. Read at your own risk!
“Oh—oh my god, baby—fuck!”
Your entire body freezes at Matt’s loud exclamation. The bed stops the subtle creaking, sheets finally stagnant, and knees deathly still on either side of his hips.
“Wh-why did you stop?” he asks, looking up at you with glossy eyes.
His hands callous over your knees. You look around the room, trying to listen if there’s any movement from outside.
“Matt…you’re being too loud. It’s gonna be so embarrassing if I have to look your brothers in the eyes if they know what we’re doing right now…”
He lets out some sort of disgruntled whine. The sound vibrates straight to your core, the feeling of built pleasure now starting to fade.
Your body moves before your mind can catch up. You miss what you were feeling just a second ago—the way he kept nudging against that spot—the way you were riding him like you needed it to breathe…because that’s honestly what it felt like.
“God,” he groans.
You immediately let your head fall back, letting out a frustrated sigh. “Shut up, Matt. Please. We need to be quiet and I…I need m-more so…bad…”
With your eyes now squinted shut, you focus on that sensation staggering in your lower tummy. It’s intoxicating. The build of euphoria seems to triple whatever it was before, making you let out small muffled whimpers behind closed lips.
“Oh yeah, look so pretty like this, honey. Shittttt…”
Shut. Up.
It’s what you’re thinking, but you don’t say it.
You can’t say it.
Not when you know the second you open your mouth the most heinous noises will probably seep through. And that will definitely let his brothers know exactly what you’re doing. You’d rather die than experience that sort of embarrassment.
Especially knowing Chris would be the type to joke about it too.
Oh hell no. That can’t happen.
“C’mon…get out of your head, baby. Just let it feel good.”
Matt props himself up by the elbows, his abdomen flexing as he brushes some of the hair out of your face. The new adjustment makes you lean forward just the slightest—causing your puffy clit to grind hard against his pubic bone.
“Oh! Ohhh—“ you nearly lose balance as you try to bite your own hand.
Matt’s not having it. This position…obvious isn’t working.
Plus he’s already been edged by you stopping the first time. Not that it was purposeful, but still—his balls are starting to ache from how badly he needs to cum and this just…isn’t cutting it.
The next noise that hums inside your mouth is utterly sinful. Matt thrusts up into you, clawing possessively on your hips as he rocks himself over and over and over—
He’s struggling. The words aren’t the same volume as before, but they’re still too loud. You try to peel his hands off, take control of the situation.
Matt’s not having it.
Not at all.
He takes your hands under his own, plowing himself into you from beneath—hitting that spot so hard that you swear you’re seeing heaven right now, but absolutely nothing about this is holy.
In fact, you go to stretch your palm against his chest, only to fall face first onto him. He doesn’t seem bothered at all, no—just keeps fucking himself up into you like an animal.
“Oh my—fuck! You—close? Ohmygod, sweetheart, I’m so close, need you to—“
“M-Matt, sh-shhh-hhh—“
“Fuck!”
Matt’s head is thrown back. He barely registers the feeling of one of your hands squirming out of his grip as his thrusts become sloppier—sharper but only with the instinct of his hips.
“FUC—“ Matt starts to shout, but his words are then muffled by your palm over his mouth.
And god, it does something to you.
You can feel his breath against your finger, his panting that’s echoed by the slightest touch of his tongue prodding from the corner of his mouth.
You can picture exactly what he looks like as your eyes stay squinted shut from such overwhelming sensations.
And that’s when you fail to be quiet.
“Oh Matt!”
Your entire body convulses. The feeling of your orgasm ripples through you like a hurricane. A flash of binding white light shocks through your entire world as you drool onto his chest.
You hear him muffle something, but your ears were ringing too much to pick up any actual words.
Moments later, you feel what he was trying to say—warm bursts of cum filling up your sore hole as your body rides the after effects of such intense whiplash of pleasure.
You both lay there against each other, utterly exhausted.
Panting turns into even breaths eventually. You feel his heartbeat calm to a normal pattern as you laugh against him.
All that stress and you’re still not even sure if his brothers might’ve heard because…well because you kinda blacked out at some point.
“Hey!” you yelp, pulling your hand away from his mouth as he chews gently on your fingers.
“I’d just like to point out something…” he trails off, pulling you off of him and into his side.
You feel the sticky cum pool and drip slightly out of your pussy, but he knows these moments are important to you. Cleaning the mess can wait.
“I wasn’t actually the loud one towards the end. Someone else…” he gives you a pointed glare,”-was moaning like a pornstar though.”
“Like a pornstar? You idiot, that’s a bit of a stretch,” you laugh.
“Is it? I mean ‘oh my—oh my god, Matt!’”
Your jaw drops as he mocks you. You playfully smack his chest, giggling in chorus with his vibrating chest.
“No but…do you think they heard us though…” you sigh, rolling over on your back and shielding your face with your hands.
Matt leans over. He peels your fingers from your face, planting a kiss on your lips. “I actually don’t, but—if they did, I’ll say we were just watching porn or something.”
“How is that better?!”
“Well what else am I supposed to say?!”
Matt nuzzles you in his arms, kissing all over your face sweetly. You giggle as he blows a raspberry on the side of your neck.
“If they say anything, I’ll make them regret it, don’t worry. They’re just jealous they don’t have their own personal pornstar, baby.”
You scoff. “You’re an idiot.”
“An idiot with a hot ass girlfriend.”
“Shut up before I cover your mouth again.”
“Please do.”
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NAV.
Paige's Notes: I just wrote two fics....and now another one? What is going on lol! This was inspired by this post, shoutout to @underthe1nfluencee ! I love gaining inspo from the community 🙈
Interaction is appreciated! (especially silly little comments & reblogs hehe)
This fandom is so so soooo active that I’m probably missing some fics I’ve read recently & enjoyed…but I tried my best to track them all down lol! Enjoy !!
