⠀ ꒰ˆ◞⸝⸝◟ˆ ꒱੭ﾞ⠀ ⠀ׅ JUST LIKE THAT, BABY ₊˚ ⋅ ( fratboy!chris x fem!reader )
★⠀ ⠀ּ ⠀ in which ⎯⎯⠀⠀⠀⠀insomniac!reader waking chris for your first tentative blowjob, he talks you through it, before you straddle a dildo to ride while sucking him to his release . . .
the clock on the nightstand glows 1:17 a.m, its red digits mocking your futile attempts to sleep. you've been tossing for what feels like hours, the sheets twisting around your legs as your mind races. chris snores softly beside you, his broad back turned away, one arm slung over the pillow. the room is dim, lit only by the faint moonlight slipping through the curtains, but every time you shift, the ache between your thighs flares up, making it impossible to settle.
you bite your lip glancing at him again. his curls are mussed, spilling over his forehead, and even in sleep, he looks effortlessly hot—strong jaw, full lips parted slightly. the thought of those lips on you, or better yet, what you could do to him, sends a fresh wave of heat pooling in your core.
you've been building up to this for weeks, fantasies of taking him in your mouth swirling in your head during quiet moments. tonight, with the frustration of sleeplessness gnawing at you, you can't hold back anymore. your hand trembles as you reach out, trailing fingers lightly down his arm.
chris stirs, a low groan rumbling from his chest. he rolls over slowly, cracking one eye open to peer at you in the dark. 'the fuck are you doin'?' he mumbles, voice thick with sleep and irritation, as chris is always cranky when sleepy. his brow furrows as he props himself up on an elbow, rubbing a hand over his face. 'darlin’ can't you just lay still for once?'
heat floods your cheeks, embarrassment twisting in your gut like it always does when he catches you like this. 'sorry,' you whisper, pulling yoir hand back and curling into yourself. 'i just... i can't sleep. and i keep thinking about you.'
the words hang in the air, vulnerable and needy, making your heart pound. youve never done this before—never gone down on anyone - but the idea of pleasing him, of finally crossing that line has you throbbing with want.
he stares at you for a moment, his expression shifting from annoyance to something more alert. a smirk tugs at the corner of his mouth as he sits up fully, the sheets pooling around his waist. his bare chest gleams faintly in the low light, muscles shifting under his skin. “thinkin' about me, huh? what, you gettin' all worked up again? at this hour?”
he reaches out, his fingers hooking under your chin to tilt your face up, forcing you to meet his gaze. there's that lazy gleam in his eyes, the kind that makes your stomach flip. “spit it out, kid. what’s got you squirming?'
you swallow hard your voice barely above a breath. i want to... i want to suck your cock. for the first time. please ?” the words burns on your tongue, shyness making your thighs press together instinctively. you've imagined it so many times, but saying it out loud feels exposing, like handing him all the power.
chris’s smirk widens, a low chuckle escaping him as he leans back against the headboard, spreading his legs slightly under the sheets. “fuck, you're full of surprises tonight. alrighr , needy girl. cmere” he pats his thigh, his tone casual but commanding, like he's indulging you but on his terms. you scramble closer on your knees, heart racing as he shoves the sheets down, revealing the tent in his boxers. his cock strains against the fabric, thick and hard already, just from your words.
he tugs his boxers off with one hand, letting his length spring free—long and veined, the head flushed and glistening with a bead of pre cum. your breath catches at the sight, nerves mixing with arousal as you hover between his thighs. “go on” he says, voice dropping to a husky murmur. “start slow. lick the tip first, yeah, like that.”
you lean in tentatively, your tongue darting out to trace the slit, tasting the salty tang of him. he hisses through his teeth, his hand coming to rest lightly on the back of your head, not pushing, just guiding. “good girl. flat of your tongue now, up the underside. feel those veins? trace 'em”
you comply, dragging your tongue along the heavy shaft, from base to tip, savoring the way he twitches against your mouth. its warmer than you expected, velvety skin over rigid heat, and the scent of him fills your senses, making your pussy clench emptily. “just like that,” he praises, his fingers threading through your hair.
“now wrap your lips around the head. suck gently don't rush it. use your hand on the base, stroke while you bob.” his instructions are patient, almost lazy, but there's an edge to them like he's enjoying how you're hanging on his every word.
your lips seal around the tip, sucking softly as your hand curls around the thick base, pumping in time with your mouth. he groans, hips shifting slightly. “fuck, yeah. deeper now, baby, relax your jaw. breathe through your nose.' you take more of him in, the stretch making your jaw ache a little, but the sounds he's making - deep, ragged breaths- spur you on. saliva builds, dripping down his length as you hollow your cheeks, swirling your tongue around the head on each upstroke. his cock pulses in your mouth, and you feel a rush of pride mixed with that shy thrill.
“look at me” chris demands softly, and you glance up through your lashes, meeting his darkened eyes. he's watching you intently, that smug grin still there, but softened by desire. “you're doin' so good for your first time. my cock's throbbin' in that pretty mouth—feels like fuckin' heaven. keep goin', baby, but slower. tease the slit with your tongue.”
you follow his lead, flicking your tongue into the sensitive spot, earning a sharp inhale from him. his free hand drifts down to cup your cheek, thumb brushing your stretched lips. “thats it. hollow your cheeks more— yeah, suck harder now”
the rhythm builds, your head bobbing steadily as you take him deeper, gagging slightly when he hits the back of your throat but pushing through. drool slicks your chin, and the wet sounds of your mouth on him fill the quiet room, obscene and intoxicating. your own arousal drips down your thighs, pussy aching from neglect, but focusing on him like this—on his guidance, his praises—makes it all the sweeter.
halfway through, chris pulls back gently, his cock slipping from your lips with a pop, shiny and slick. “hold up,”he says, voice rough. he reaches over to the nightstand drawer, rummaging for a second before pulling out a thick dildo—realistic, veined, about his size. your eyes widen, cheeks burning as he tosses it to the floor with a thud. “get down there. i wanna see you ride it while you finish me off, baby, on your knees, ass up”
shyness floods you again, but the command in his tone has you moving before you can overthink it. you slide off the bed, positioning the toy between your legs on the carpet, the cool silicone pressing against your soaked folds. “straddle it,” he instructs from above, stroking his cock lazily as he watches.
“sink down slow—let me see that pussy stretch around it.” biting your lip, you lower yourself, the head nudging your entrance before you ease onto it. it fills you inch by inch, a burn of stretch that makes you gasp, walls fluttering as you bottom out, the base grinding against your clit.
“good girl” chris murmurs, scooting to the edge of the bed so his cock hovers near your face. “now bob on me while you ride. up and down—match the pace.” you lean forward, taking him back into your mouth as you lift your hips, the dildo sliding out halfway before you drop again, the dual sensations overwhelming.
yoir pussy clenches around the toy with each bounce slick sounds echoing as you suck him deeper, head bobbing in sync. his hand tangles in your hair again, guiding your rhythm. “fuuuck, look at you—ridin' that thing like a desperate little slut, mouth full of my cock. deeper, baby. take it all.”
the carpet bites into your knees, but the fullness in your pussy and the weight on your tongue push you higher. you grind down harder on the dildo, circling your hips to hit that spot inside, while your lips slide along his shaft, tongue pressing flat. chris's breaths come faster, his grip tightening.
“gonna come soon—swallow it all, yeah? you're makin' me feel so fuckin' good.” the praise tips you over your orgasm builds fast, coiling tight as you ride faster, sucking sloppily. he thrusts shallowly into your mouth, groaning low. “now - fuck, come with me.”
you shatter first, pussy spasming around the dildo, thighs quaking as pleasure rips through you. chris follows seconds later, hot spurts of cum flooding your mouth, thick and bitter on your tongue. you swallow greedily, just like he said, milking him dry as aftershocks pulse through your core. he pulls out gently, wiping a stray drop from your lip with his thumb. “cmere, you did amazing.”
exhausted, you climb back onto the bed, collapsing against his chest. he wraps an arm around you, pressing a lazy kiss to your forehead. “sleep now, needy. no more movin'.' and for once, with the ache sated, you finally do.
A/N: I haven’t written a fic in such a long time, and honestly, this one took forever to finish—but I’m really happy with how it turned out. thank you so much for reading, it means the world to me!
legs aching, thighs burning, sweat dripping, it was all too much. you loved being on top, don’t get me wrong, but it was a lot of work. and matt was lasting a lot longer than usual. not one warning of him being on the brink came out. just repeated moans from him. your hips began to slow in response, the soreness spreading throughout your lower half. he noticed immediately, the way your pussy unclenched around him, the way your hands rested on his chest instead of by his hips.
“no, please don’t stop,” he whined, fingers pressing into your hips as he tried to move them faster. his efforts quickly failed him; the pressure he was forcing on your hips wasn’t moving you like he wanted. a series of chuckles left your exhausted throat in response to his efforts. “i’m sore,” you groan. skin slapping in the room, reducing to zero as you stick to grinding against him. the tip of his cock still tickling your sweet spot with the new pace, and it felt so good— to you. matt, on the other hand, was getting very impatient, very unsatisfied with the pleasureless movements from you. without thinking, he bucks his hips up into yours, with a grunt, his tip hits that gummy spot with no effort. “fuck” you curse, not expecting harshness or stimulation.
the stillness of your body awoke something inside him. the way you took his unexpected jerk so well had his mind wandering.
mumbling a quick 'can’t wait', he swiftly flipped your body onto the mattress, knuckles turning white as he held you. your eyes shoot open in pure shock, body hitting the bed harshly but not roughly. just a desperate move from him. a guttural moan slipped from your throat as he swiftly sank his cock back into you. “i just need to fuck you, i ne—need to fill you,” he grunts, brows furrowing as he focuses on the pleasure. his hands never left your waist; still needing some type of support from you.
the sheets welcomed your body as his hips rammed into yours. your hand pressed into his lower back while your legs formed an x around his torso. bringing him as close and deep as allowed. the pace that he was fucking into you was adrenaline-inducing, and so unbelievably hot. he was so focused on you and you only, nothing else mattered. just you and his orgasm. his back muscles tense as he slightly adjusts the angle of where his cock was reaching inside you burying himself deeper.
blended sexual sounds and words rolled off your tongues effortlessly. arousal coated your inner things and his cock as he went on about how good your walls felt clamped around his eager length. his breath caressed your neck as he drives further into you. “so go—good wouldn’t even dream of pulling out,” he whispered, kissing you smoothly to add on to the dirty talk. your nails almost gave him a new tattoo with the way they punctured his skin. “that’s it, sweetheart, show me how good m making you feel,” he groans in response. your actions only adding fuel to his fire.
I looked down to see a notification on my phone that I wasn't expecting to receive. Adrenaline ran through my veins as I see his name.
"Chris Sturniolo added you".
A plethora of emotions hit me all at once. Chris was my ex.
4 years ago we were in a twisted toxic relationship that ended on bad terms. We were young back then, 16 and 17 years old. The relationship lasted for 8 months but was one of the most impactful relationships I had ever had.
He was the person who took my virginity, the person who changed my perspective on relationships. During the 8 months of us being together he cheated, he lied and he hurt me.
And at least once a year he tries to come back. I couldn't pinpoint the exact reason why. Maybe he was bored. Maybe he was addicted to familiarity.
But last year he didn't reach out. So, I figured maybe he broke the cycle. But as I stared at the notification I realized I was wrong.
I added him back out of curiosity. Just to see what he would say.
Of course, his text were full of a nonchalant act. Like this was just another Monday. Like us talking was normal. Like he didn't have to think twice about re appearing back in my life.
And then the inevitable text came. "Can I come over?"
I read the text weighing the pros and cons. Of course the cons out weighed the pros. They always did when it came to him.
He was full of temptations. Too tempting to resist.
It was 9:30 p.m when he arrived at my house. "Chris" I said as I opened the door. He smiled "y/n". He walked into my house, scanning the living room and observing the place.
He sat down on the couch. "Like what you've done with the place" he said. I smiled. He had grown into his features now. But even with the physical differences I could tell just by the way he breathed there was no eternal growth.
You see, Chris was a man of many things. Being nonchalant and egotistical was one of those many things. Even as we sit here, now all grown up 20 and 21, he was still the same person I met at 16.
"So tell me about your boyfriends" he said. "I don't have any boyfriends" I retorted. "Well tell me what you've been up to" he said. And so I did.
I updated him about my life and he did the same. I could tell he loved this. Loved that he still had access to me. Loved that I would give into him. Loved that I was willing to put my self respect to the side for him.
It was almost degrading in a way. The realization that he was sitting in front of me again after all these years made my skin crawl. "So you wanna show me your room?" he asked with a sly smirk.
I wasn't stupid. I knew he wasn't showing up to my house at 9:30 p.m to just "talk". But I was okay with it because I wasn't planning on just "talking" either.
For some reason, no matter how many years passed there has always and will always be sexual chemistry between us. And something in my brain wouldn't ever let me forget that.
He followed me to my bedroom and sat on my bed. He smiled as he patted the space next to him, signaling for me to sit next to him.
It didn't take long for his true intentions to pop out. "You still love me?" he asked. I shook my head no. "I actually think I hate you" I said as a giggle fell from my lips.
"I hate you too ma" he said while smiling. He didn't hate me. And I didn't hate him. But neither of us would admit that out loud.
"Why you so shy now?" he asked. I looked at him with a confused expression on my face. "Shy?" I spoke. He nodded his head. "Yeah, you haven't even given me a hug" he said.
"Didn't know we were on the hugging level" I joked. "We're on much more than the hugging level y/n" he said. I laughed at his words. "Come here ma" he said.
He pulled me in and wrapped his arms around me. The hug lasted longer than normal. And for a second flashes of our relationship flooded my mind.
I pulled away from him.
"I missed you" he said before grabbing onto my thigh. I wouldn't say the words back to him but he knew the feeling was mutual. Even if I hated myself for missing him. I still did. "I'm serious, ya know that right?" he asked.
I nodded my head. Being around him triggered parts of me that I didn't know still existed. It was messing with my head in real time.
"Y/n" he said snapping me out of my thoughts. I looked up at him and our eyes locked. "Say you miss me" he said. I laughed. Our egos were always at war with each other.
"Come on, you know you miss me. Just say it" he said. He knew he was right. I knew he was right. But still. My pride. My ego. Resisting his taunting ways was much harder in person.
"And if I say it what do I get?" I asked. "Come here" he said ignoring the question. He grabbed onto me and placed me on top of him. "Say you miss me ma" he said as I was straddled on top of him now.
I smiled, he wanted to see me give in so bad that he was almost close to begging. He placed his hands on my hips. "Say it mama" he whispered as our faces were inches apart.
My smile deepened. He let his hands glide down to my ass. I leaned in just a little closer. "I hate you" I whispered against his lips in a defiant way. He squeezed my ass hard.
"Come on y/n why you always playing with me" he said, frustration starting to build up. I could feel him hard beneath me. "Just say the words y/n" he said.
He let one of his hands find my jaw. His touch was firm but gentle at the same time. He knew I would give in and stroke his ego. I knew that too. I just wanted to make him work for it for a little while.
"You miss me?' I asked. He nodded his head. "You know I do" he said. "How much?" I asked smiling. He rolled his eyes. "I can show you better than I can tell you" he said.
"So show me" I said.
Seconds later I was underneath him. "Fuck" he muttered as he slid into me. "I needed this so bad" he said. He penetrated me like it was his soul's purpose to give me pleasure.
He pulled in and out of me, each thrust intentional. "Say you miss me ma" he said as he slammed into my pussy. "Fuck" I cried out. There was levels to pleasure. And for some reason he was the only person able to succeed at giving me the ultimate pleasure that I desired.
His hand came up to my neck. "I need to hear you say it" he said, his hand firm around my neck. I smiled. He knew being choked was my weakness.
Still. Defiance ran through my body. Not wanting to give into his inflated ego. "Your so wet ma, even if you didn't miss me your pussy did" he said.
He let out moans as my pussy gripped his cock. Him and I always fought for dominance. It was our thing. "Ah- fuck-" he spat out. "Turn around" he demanded.
He pulled out of me and I whimpered from the sudden emptiness. "I said turn around" he said before grabbing my body and moving me himself.
I let out a chuckle. I loved seeing him all worked up.
But that chuckle turned into muffled moans as he shoved my face through the mattress and fucked me till I forgot my own name. Each thrust was harder than the one before.
"Oh what was that? Huh?" he said in a mocking tone as I cried out his name. "Thought so" he said, so conceited I thought to myself.
He gripped so hard onto my hips I was sure there would be bruises by tomorrow. "What's the matter ma?" he asked as he started to drawl out slow strokes.
"Chris" I yelled out, desperate for him to stop teasing. "What is it baby?" he asked, the faint sound of a light laugh falling from his lips could be heard.
"Stop teasing" I whined. "Say you miss me then" he argued. He reached his hand to my clit and rubbed slow circles, his dick still pulling in and out slowly.
I gripped onto the sheets, my knuckles gone visibly white. Giving into him was inevitable. "Need it" I said. "Need what" he responded. Loving how desperate I sounded.
"Need it- need you" I responded. "Mhm that's right baby" he said. "You need me to fuck that pretty pussy of yours" he said before thrusting harder into me.
"You need me mama? How bad?" he asked. He stopped his movement until I responded. "Bad, so bad" I cried out. "Mhm good girl" he said before continuing his movements.
"You miss me?" he asked stopping his movements once more. I was starting to get sexually frustrated from being teased so much that tears started to prick at my eyes.
"Mhm I miss you" I stated before trying to back up on his cock. I needed release bad, so badly. "So pathetic baby" he said before slamming back into me.
I didn't care how pathetic I looked. I didn't care that my self respect was non existent at this point. All I could focus on was his cock sliding in and out of me.
I was surprised we hadn't got a noise complaint from how loud I was screaming and moaning. Even though Chris and I always fought for dominance he had a sick way of reminding me who was in charge.
But I didn't mind. I loved it in fact. Being put in my place by him was something I craved. But only from and by him. He was the only one who could tame me.
Passion and lust were suffocating the air.
"Gonna cum" I whined. "Mhm cum on this cock baby" he said. And within seconds I was a whining mess. I was completely lost from the daze I was in.
"Gonna fill you to the brim" he said. And without missing a beat his seed spilled into me.
He pulled his dick out and watched the beautiful sight of his cum drip out of my pussy. He smiled before he stuck two of his fingers inside of me, fucking the cum back into me with his fingers.
I was so sensitive that I squirmed, my legs shaking and my breath unsteady. He pulled his fingers out of me and stuck them into my mouth. “Suck” he demanded. And I did.
He smiled, loving the way I was so submissive in the moment.
After a couple minutes of the after sex effects wore off he stood up and got dressed.
I laid in my bed naked, still processing what just happened.
"See you tomorrow?" he asked. "Mhm" I hummed. Agreeing to the idea. He stepped towards the bed, hovering over me. "Get some sleep" he said.
"I was planning on it" I responded. "Right. Well I'll text you or whatever" he said. I nodded my head and watched him exit my room.
"Love you" I heard him call out. I rolled my eyes.
"Hate you too" I yelled back with a smile on my face.
Imagine straddling him and marking him with hickeys all across his neck, face, and chest.
His whimpers drown out the episode of Gravity Falls playing absentmindedly in the background.
A very desperate, pathetic whimper catches your attention. “Aw what’s that for baby?” You whisper against his chest. Your smirk widens as you feel his hips rut against you. “You’ve kissed me everywhere but my lips…” Matt whines.
And who are you to deny your sweet boy. The next 15 minutes turns into 40 which turns into an hour spent with your lips pressed against Matt’s and a puddle of his cum sticking to your thighs.
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The drive to the cabin was relentless and long; Matt had reserved a cabin for a weekend getaway. You loved being out in nature as much as he did, which is why you didn’t oppose the idea. You both had packed your bags of essentials enough to last you a week and hit the road. The music blared through the speakers as Matt drove down the backroads to the cabin. This was going to be perfect.
Gravel crunched under the tires as Matt pulled into the driveway, his eyes already widening as he saw the cabin in the distance. He cut the engine, turning to look at you with a wide smile on his face. “This is going to be amazing,” he said, reaching over to kiss your forehead. You both unpacked the car and made your way inside the cabin. The cabin was spacious, with wooden paneled walls and a big fireplace in the front room. It smelled like heaven, the scents of pine and ciderwood.
You set your bags down on the loveseat and walk around, taking in your surroundings. The kitchen was fully furnished with white painted cabinets and a vase of flowers in the middle of the dining table. You loved all the little details they put into the cabin, down to the cute throw pillows on the couch. Matt made his way into the master bedroom, following closely behind him. “Wow,” he said once he stepped foot into the doorway.
You let out a huff, walking into his backside, and he let out a chuckle, grabbing your hand in his and walking you into the room. Fairy lights hung over the headboard of the bed, followed by a warm scent of vanilla. The bed was huge, with a big weighted comforter and fluffy pillows. Just looking at it made you want to take a nap.
“No, no,” Matt teased, wrapping his arms around you from behind, fingers tickling your sides. “You can’t take a nap now, baby,” he whispered, peppering kisses along your skin. You let out a soft whine, your eyes already fluttering closed, soaking in the feeling of his lips on your skin. Matt smirked, giving you a gentle squeeze before spinning you around in his arms. His hands move to cup your face.
“Maybe there are some berries around here. I can help you make your famous blueberry pie,” he smiled, bopping your nose. “You're lucky you're cute,” you muttered, pecking his lips before heading out of the room. “Plus, we can explore the woods,” he says, interlocking his hand with yours as you both walk outside of the cabin.
You both had been walking down this trail for what seemed like forever, and the sun slowly started to set, which made it cooler than before. The only downside was that the mosquitoes were out; you knew you should’ve put bug spray on before you left the cabin, but it slipped your mind. And for some reason you couldn’t explain, they were only seeming to attack you and not Matt. He strolled beside you, a big grin on his face, while you were being eaten alive.
He looked so happy that you couldn’t ruin this night. A few more minutes, and then you both would turn around and head back to the cabin. Thank goodness you had packed itching cream in your bag just in case, you would definitely have to lather yourself in that when you got back. Matt whistles a low tune while you both walk. It was beginning to get unbearable with these bugs. You gave his hand a small squeeze.
“Could I wear your jacket? It’s getting chilly,” you asked, giving him a small smile. Matt just nodded, slipping off his jacket and putting it on over you. You looked down, noticing your shoe had come untied, and bent down to tie your laces. Hopefully, you two would be heading inside soon, as it was getting pretty late.
You stood back up, wiping your jeans off and fixing the jacket over your shoulders. “Should we head inside?” you asked, zipping up the jacket. Matt didn’t answer; you figured he was too busy looking around. Finally, you got the zipper zipped. A groan slipped from your lips as you looked up.
“I asked if we should g-” the words got caught in your throat as you looked up, and Matt was nowhere to be found. Your head snapped around looking for him. Where did he go?
“Matt?” you asked, stepping further into the woods. Twigs crunched under your feet, and you looked down at a folded piece of paper catching your eye. “What the?” you wondered outloud, picking up the paper and unfolding it.
‘I’ll give you a minute head start,’ it read.
You looked up, rolling your eyes, crumpling the paper as you shoved it into the jacket pocket. “Matt, this isn’t funny!” you shouted, waiting for him to jump out from behind you and try to scare you.
“You'd better start running, sweetheart, unless you want me to catch you.” His voice echoed through the trees, sending a shiver down your spine. You sighed, looking around before taking a deep breath and running deep into the woods. Leaves crunched under your feet as you ran, breath ragged trying to form a sense of direction.
You didn't know these woods, didn't know how far you could run until your body gave out. Matt, on the other hand, slowly followed behind you, whistling. Giving you enough time to run, and giving you the idea that you could get away. He didn't know what came over him; maybe it was the way you brought up primal play the week before.
Prancing around in your new panties, which had a fluffy bunny tail attached to them. Matt had been thinking about it ever since. What would it be like to chase you, have you become his prey? Trap you in his arms, and pound his cock into you. He ran a hand through his hair before running after you. Matt was significantly faster than you, his strides longer.
You were starting to love the thrill and the anticipation of him catching you. Your mind becomes fuzzy just thinking about what he would do once he got his hands on you. “Come on, sweet girl, we both know you're dying to let me catch you,” he shouted through the trees, as you kept running. Beads of sweat covered your forehead as you continued going further into the woods.
The sun was minutes away from fully setting, your heart beat faster as the night drew closer. Soon, you wouldn't be able to see anymore, running in any direction you could. Matt sped up, running after you as you swerved through what felt like endless trees. Your legs were growing tired, chest heaving as you tried to outrun him. Matt peeked out from behind the tree, watching you, hands on your hips as you tried to catch your breath.
A sneak attack would be perfect. He slowly inched towards you, his footsteps precise. Quietly, he got closer and closer, enclosing his arms around you and lifting you up off the ground. Your breath caught in your throat as you felt his arms wrap around you, a frightened squeal leaving your lips.
“Matt!” you squeal as he pulls you flush against his chest. “Caught you,” he chuckles, setting you back down again. A dark chuckle leaves his lips as you turn around to look at him. His gaze darkened, and the tension in the air was palpable; you could feel the heat emitting off of him. He was the predator, and he had finally caught his prey, you.
Matt gathered your hair in a makeshift ponytail as he pinned you against a tree. Your cheek pressed roughly against the ridged bark, and his other hand moved to the front of your jeans, working on unbuttoning them. “Bet you loved me chasing after you…” He groaned, yanking your jeans down with one harsh movement.
You, in fact, were soaked; the rush of him hunting you down and manhandling you sent you into a spiral. “Good girl,” he muttered, seeing the wet spot already forming on the fabric of your panties. His finger traced over damp fabric, feeling your hips jolt back into his touch. “Someone, needy,” he teased, letting go of your hair and ripping your panties off of you with ease. “Fuck, Matt, please,” you whined, your body craving more than he was giving you.
His fingers traced through your folds, his touch barely grazing your sensitive heat. He was taking his time, prepping you for what's to come. Matt ignored you, continuing his relentless, slow pace, his index finger teasing your entrance. Nothing more than the tip of his finger slipping inside you had you clenching around him. “You look so pretty like this, baby, all wet for me,” he whispered, his breath fanning over your ear. Matt leaned forward, his teeth grazing your earlobe, his chest pressed against your back.
His finger slipped fully inside of you, setting a rough pace, adding another digit before you could even adjust. Moans left your lips as Matt continued to roughly finger you, curling his digits just right to leave your legs trembling from under you. “Matt…Please,” you pleaded, face pressed against the tree, tears forming in your eyes from the overstimulation.
“Shh, sweetheart. I’ll give you what you want soon enough.” He continued fingering you until you were a whimpering mess, his thumb pressed tightly on your clit, circling the sensitive bud. Matt loved how you were putty in his hands; he controlled every moment of your pleasure. He let go of your hair, his fingers slipping from your pulsing hole. A quiet whimper slipped past your lips as you instantly missed the feeling of his fingers stuffing you full.
You relaxed when you heard the clink of his belt coming undone. He was finally giving you what you wanted, what you craved. He dragged his angry tip over your folds, watching your legs twitch with every movement. Earning a dark chuckle as he slowly teased your hole, his free hand holding your hip steady, keeping you pressed against the tree. He wanted to get comfortable, to think he was taking it easy on you, and then right when you let your guard down, he would surprise you. In one rough snap, he thrusted into you, filling you instantly. The size of his cock, stretches you to your limits.
“Feel that baby?” he questioned, his hand sneaking around to lay flat on your lower stomach, pulling him back towards you. “You like me fucking you like this?” he continues, thrusting deeper into you. Your moans echoed through the woods, your mouth dropped open as your walls clenched around him.
His other hand came down to slap your ass cheek, earning a loud squeal from you. “So fucking good for me,” he muttered, slapping you again. His hips snapped against you as you continued his brutal pace. Every inch of his cock spreads you wider, feeling him pulse inside of you. You knew he was close; he gripped your hair, pulling you back. “M-Matt…” you babble incoherent words, eyes rolling into the back of your head.
“Fuck, fuck..” he trails off, his hand resting under your thigh, he lifts your leg for a deeper angle. The new angle made you see stars, your legs twitching under him, walls gripping him tight. “Please…” you moan, your forehead slick with sweat as your body bounces with each movement.
His pace slowed momentarily, his cock swelling inside of you as he filled you with his release. His chest fell limp against your back as he held you against him.
“Took me so well, baby,” he coos, pressing soft kisses on your shoulder. You whimper under his hold, thinking that was the last of it. His tongue grazes the shell of your ear.
“You didn’t think we were done, did you?” his voice sends shivers down your spine as you feel your walls tighten around him once more.
⚠︎ smut (p in v), unprotected sex (just don’t), bathroom counter sex, swearing, pet names, kissing, really quick bc matt’s a little too excited seeing you again 🙂↕️, english is not my 1st language
matt was sitting next to you on the couch, his eyes focused on your lips, occasionally licking his own as he stared at you with a pillow on his lap. he knows that you know that he’s rock hard under that pillow in his pants.
you’ve been away in new york for almost a month, and now you’re here, wearing one of his favorite dresses on you, the one that hug your chest so perfectly and shows the perfect curves of your breasts.
he takes the opportunity where nick and chris are discussing something that happened and they wanted to tell you to place a hand on your thigh, getting you to look at him, “can we talk for a second?” he asks and you nod.
he immediately grabs your hand, lifting you both off the couch towards the bathroom. as soon as he opens the bathroom door his lips crash against yours, kissing you desperately.
you two stumble inside of the bathroom, he closes and locks the door behind him clumsily before pressing you back against the counter. matt moved impossibly closer to you, lips still on yours.
you lifted you leg, trying to sit on the counter, but the thin fabric of your dress rode up as he moved, making you feel the bulge in his pants against your core trough your panties and it made both of you groan.
he reached down, hands moving under your dress to grip the hem, his hands pulled up the fabric of your dress, lifting it up over your thighs and hips until it was hiked up around your midsection.
he pulled away from the kiss and with rushed movements, he unbuttoned his pants, fingers fumbling with the zipper for a moment before he finally managed to undo them. he pulled his pants and his underwear down just enough to free his aching dick.
his eyes met yours, and he could see the needy expression on your face, the anticipation and desperation in your eyes — mirroring his same expressions. he couldn’t look away as he pushed your panties to the side, pushing his hips forward and sliding into you in one smooth, deep, thrust, unable to stop the loud moan that escaped his mouth.
one of your hands were gripping the edge of the counter and the other gripping his shoulder as he started to move. he set a relentless pace, his thrusts hard and fast.
he couldn’t take it — not with the way you looked with your head tilted back, your mouth open, letting out quiet moans and gasps as you squeezed your eyes shut.
he felt you clenching around him, and you felt his dick twitch inside of you, making you move your hips with him.
the moment you started to rock your hips into his, he completely lost it, his release hitting him hard and sudden. “ah- f-fuck, shit-“ his words turned into a drawn-out moan as his hips stuttered and jerked as he came, spilling inside of you.
he buried his face in the crook of your neck as he rode out his orgasm, “sorry-“ he whimpered, “i- mm, couldn’t hold it, baby, m’sorry.” he panted against your neck.
you placed a hand behind his head, scratching his scalp gently, “s’alright,” you murmured, “m’sorry,” he mumbled again against your skin, pressing soft kisses on your neck down to your chest apologetically.
after a few seconds he huffed a laugh, “missed you so fuckin’ much, sweetheart.” you smiled, “you did?” you ask playfully. “didn’t notice.”
a / n : been rewatching the punisher (series) lately and this basically happens there so i had to write it with matt 🤭
Chris jolted awake with a gasp, chest heaving, sweat glistening over his skin. His heart thudded so violently it almost drowned out the ache below his waist, but not quite. The problem throbbed heavy and insistent in his sweatpants, the fabric damp where precum had already leaked through. He pressed a shaky hand against the bulge, hissing as sparks of raw sensitivity shot through him.
“Shit…” he whispered into the dark, forehead creasing as his hips twitched helplessly upward. The dream still clung to him—your lips, your hands, the way you looked at him, all stitched together in a feverish haze. Waking up hadn’t stopped it. If anything, the real you lying right there beside him only made it worse.
He turned his head, and there you were—soft in sleep, your chest rising and falling slow, your body curled slightly toward the wall. You didn’t stir at all as he shifted, but when he moved closer, the mattress dipped and you gave a faint sigh, a little toss of your head. Chris froze, guilt fluttering in his stomach, but then you went still again. Peaceful. Unaware.
That should’ve been his cue to stop. To take a cold shower, to bury his face in his pillow until the desperate ache eased. But the sight of you, the warmth of you right there, just inches away… it tore the restraint from him.
“Need you,” he whispered hoarsely, voice breaking as he pressed his chest against your back. His dick was hard and leaking between his stomach and the curve of your ass, leaving damp streaks against the cotton of your shorts. He rutted forward before he could think, the friction both agonizing and perfect. A sound slipped out of him—half whimper, half moan—that he tried to smother into your shoulder.
You stirred faintly, a hum in your throat, but your eyes stayed closed. Chris’s pulse leapt.
“So needy f’you,” he murmured into the dark, breath warm against your ear. His hips rocked again, greedy little thrusts that had his cock straining for more. “Can’t even—fuck—can’t even keep it in my pants.”
Your only response was another sleepy murmur, something unintelligible, but to Chris it felt like permission. His hand slid down, trembling as he palmed the curve of your thigh, fingers sneaking beneath the hem of your shorts. Heat radiated against his skin, making his dick twitch violently. He could barely breathe.
“Dirty boy,” you mumbled, barely audible, caught in that foggy space between dream and waking. The words were soft, unshaped—but they detonated inside him.
Chris’s head dropped forward, hair brushing against your neck as he let out a sharp, needy moan. “Yeah,” he gasped, rutting harder against you, precum smearing through fabric. “Jus’ yours… gettin’ off on you half asleep. Y’don’t even know what y’do to me, baby.”
He couldn’t wait any longer. His hand fumbled down, pushing his sweatpants low enough to free his dick. It sprang against your body, hot and slick, sliding between your thighs as he pressed closer. His entire body trembled as he rocked forward, coating himself in your warmth.
“Y’so wet already,” he whispered, though he knew most of it was him—pre-spilling over, making a mess of both of you. His forehead rested against your shoulder, every thrust dragging desperate, broken sounds from his throat.
He shifted lower, guiding himself with an unsteady hand until the head of his dick nudged against your folds. His breath hitched hard. He pushed forward slowly, easing into you, the stretch making him moan loud enough he had to bite down on his lip to stifle it.
The heat of you nearly undid him.
“Fuck, fuck, so—mmh,” he whined, burying himself inch by inch until he was fully seated inside you. His chest pressed flush to your back, his arms locking around your waist like he needed to hold you there or risk falling apart. “Oh my god… you’re perfect. Always so perfect f’me.”
You shifted faintly, a soft exhale spilling from your lips, but you didn’t wake. Chris kissed the back of your neck, hips giving a small, helpless thrust. “Feels s’good,” he whispered, tears pricking hot at the corners of his eyes. “Can’t stop… need you too much.”
He started to move, shallow rolls of his hips at first, testing, savoring the drag of your walls around him. But the restraint didn’t last. His pace grew faster, messy, his dick driving into you with wet sounds that echoed in the quiet bedroom.
“Mm, my needy boy… couldn’t keep your hands to yourself,” you breathed in your half-sleep, the words slurred but clear enough.
Chris whimpered, head falling back, his thrusts stuttering as the filthy praise washed over him. “I-I no, couldn’t—so fuckin’ needy, always for you.” His voice cracked, high and desperate, every word spilling out between ragged moans. “Can’t even wait ‘til morning, had to h-have you now.”
Your body took him, pliant, shifting only with the force of his thrusts. It drove him wild—the illusion of your sleep, the way you didn’t push him away, just let him use you, let him fill the silence with his filthy confessions.
“Love when you let me do you like this,” he gasped into your ear, hips snapping forward harder, cock twitching deep inside you. “My pretty girl, always mine. Fuck—forever mine.” His hands roamed frantically—your waist, your hip, your thigh—like he needed every inch of you under his touch.
The orgasm built too quickly, unbearable in its intensity. Chris tried to hold it off, biting at your shoulder, but his body betrayed him. His pace grew erratic, moans breaking into sharp whines. “Gonna—o-oh, fuck, m’gonna cum—can’t hold it—”
He buried himself deep, spilling into you with a low, strangled cry. His dick pulsed hard, release hot and endless, his whole body shuddering as he held you tight. The aftershocks had his hips jerking in small, involuntary thrusts, whimpers spilling from his lips even as the pleasure overwhelmed him.
It took a long time for the waves to ease, for his breathing to slow. He stayed pressed against you, dick still softening inside, face hidden against your neck.
“Love you,” he whispered, voice cracked and small, almost like he hadn’t meant to say it aloud. His arms tightened around you, clinging as sleep began to drag him under again, sated and messy.
𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 ---› smut ⋆ bsf!chris ⋆ friends to something ⋆ sexual tension ⋆ dirty talk ⋆ pet names ⋆ lots of teasing ⋆ chris is cocky and confident ⋆ making out ⋆ soft dom!chris ⋆ raw dogging ⋆ big dick!chris ⋆ size kink ⋆ bulge kink ⋆ clit play ⋆ fingers in mouth ⋆ mix of praise and degradation ⋆ dumbification ⋆ creampie + more.
𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕 ---› 𝟑.𝟓 𝒌
𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒓’𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆𝒔 ---› well... it took me a minute to get this out 😭 anyway, all that "creamy" comment to white chocolate was craaazy (but i wouldn’t mind his creamy white chocolate ygwim??? lmaooo mb i’ll smbau).
𝒌𝒆𝒆𝒑 𝒊𝒏 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒅 ---› english is not my first language! this is the continuation of «slut me out» for the people who wanted a second part^^
𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒂 ---› when chris used chat gpt to ask what kind of chocolate was best for chocolate chip pancakes (i’m assuming). the bot’s reply inspired this.
It has been a little over two weeks since you and Chris crossed the line between friends and something more. He’s been acting casual around you, too damn casual. He’s pretending as if that day didn’t happen. As if he didn’t fuck your mouth on the living room couch while his brothers were out.
That grated on your nerves. Because you didn’t know what he was thinking. You never can read his mind. He’s unreadable like that—or maybe you just don’t know him as well as you think you do. But that thought didn’t sit right with you either.
You’re drowning in your worries and thoughts on their living room couch—the same couch Chris had you on your knees and his cock deep down your throat—while simultaneously watching one of their Friday videos. The TV is loud, but not enough to distract you from your thoughts.
Chris is sitting beside you, one arm thrown casually behind the couch, fingers too close to your arm, twitching ever so slightly as if he’s trying not to touch you. He smirks at the TV, watching in amusement as his and his brothers banter and mess around.
"Wow. Tough guy." You say, part amused and part teasing, as you toss a few chips in your mouth, crunching on the salty potatoes. Despite your tone of words, you’re trying your best to not react strongly to his presence in the video, especially because he’s wearing all black and looking all smug like the sick fuck he usually is.
"What?" Chris cocks an eyebrow, turning his face to look at yours, that small smirk still on his lips. God, he probably has no idea how much you want those lips on your own—and everywhere on your body.
"You. You’re a tough guy in the video. Or you tried to be—but failed. Miserably." You smirk, taunting him, and watch as his jaw drops before he scoffs as if he’s genuinely offended.
"Okay. And what, you’re any better?" He scoffs again, rolling his eyes. But despite his defensiveness and half-heartedly annoyed words, his ears grow all hot, flushing an adorable pink.
You grin at his words, an amused laugh escaping you before you can stop it. "What do you mean by that?" Your voice quivers, like you’re trying not to laugh. "I don’t act all tough. Whereas you do. A lot. And it gives me the ick every time."
Chris laughs at that, loud and amused, his voice filling the living room. "Ick is such a funny word." He says between laughs, his "annoyed" act completely gone.
You two banter like that for a while before you remember that you were watching a video on the TV and clamp a hand over Chris’s mouth mid-laugh, causing him to choke on his laughter, playfully swatting your hand away.
"Don’t do that-" "Shh! Shut up. I can’t hear anything. You’re too loud." He simply grins and makes a zipping motion along his mouth, tossing the imaginary key away, making you roll your eyes at his stupidly adorable childish behavior.
Suddenly, the video cuts to a new scene and you immediately hear the chat gpt voice coming from Chris’s phone. Chris is standing beside Matt while Nick is laser-focused on measuring the pancake mix. The ai bot talks about which chocolate is best for chocolate chip pancakes.
"But white chocolate will give you a creamier, sweeter vibe. And if that’s what you-" The ai voice continues to give more information on the prompt Chris has given it. Meanwhile, Chris and Matt look at each other slowly and they both burst into giggles.
"Oh, c’mon!" Matt exclaims, laughing, somewhat banging his head lightly against Nick’s shoulder, but Nick just smirks, still measuring the pancake mix in the clear measuring cup.
Chris giggles at the video, still finding it funny. Meanwhile, you just give a small grin, your mind wandering elsewhere. You should really learn to keep your head away from the gutter, but how can you help yourself when the guy you like is Christopher Sturniolo? It’s easier said than done.
You shift slightly and swallow thickly, feeling your body react to the images your brain is making up. You’re still looking at the TV, watching the video—but not really watching it. Heat floods through you, soaking your panties and leaving you with an unbearable ache between your legs.
Chris notices. He always does. A smirk tugs at the corners of his mouth that he tries to suppress but surrenders after a half-hearted attempt to look oblivious. His lips curl up and he turns his face towards you again, tilting it slightly. "You okay?"
You blink, once, twice, heart in your throat. "I- yeah, why?" You ask back, the best response you can give him right now. It doesn’t help how knowing Chris’s grin is—as if he knows exactly why you’re acting the way you are.
"Yeah? And that’s why you’re fidgeting like you need something?" He teases, the innuendo behind his words so clear it’s making it harder for you to keep from pouncing on him right now and here on the couch.
"Chris." You try to warn, but it sounds more like a whine—a plea. You always thought those thirsty comments under thirst traps online ("it’s throbbing his name in Morse code") were completely exaggerated. But now, you’re not so sure anymore. Because you’re literally throbbing right now, and so much so it feels as if your pussy is throbbing Chris’s name in Morse code.
Chris’s grin widens, turning more wolfish and hungry, and his fingers curl around your arm, pulling you closer to him. His name coming out as a whine from your mouth seems to pour gasoline to the fire beginning to burn in his gut, making his pupils dilate and breathing grow heavy.
"Yes, mamas?" Chris hums, his grin not faltering.
Your eyes narrow slightly as you look into his, trying to keep eye contact in order not to let your eyes wander where it wants to. "Don’t call me that." You huff, although without any heat. "That’s giving me an ick, too."
This time, Chris doesn’t laugh, and instead he leans closer, his warm breath ghosting over your lips. You can see his eyes flick down to your lips, his throat bobbing as he swallows hard when he sees it parted ever so slightly and looking so inviting.
"Chris." You murmur, and it comes out breathless and needy. You’re sure your pupils are blown wide. Your face is growing hotter by the second, and your hands are getting clammy with nerves.
Chris just hums in response, his hand that isn’t wrapped around your arm reaching up to gently cup your jaw, thumb brushing softly across your skin. The simple touch sends a shiver down your spine, goosebumps breaking out on your arms.
He gives you plenty of time to pull away, waiting for you to say you don’t want this—but you don’t. Still, he doesn’t want to assume things and possibly ruin everything important between you, so instead of just kissing you—despite your body leaning into him like you want it as much as he does—he whispers against your lips.
"Do you want this? Because if you don’t- If you want me to stop, I can. I can stop if you just tell me right now. But if you don’t-" His breath hitches, "If you don’t tell me to stop, I don’t think I can stop myself from taking you right here—right now. On this couch."
Your heart stutters at the genuine concern in his tone beneath all the desire. He’s worried he won’t be able to control himself. He’s worried about breaking you, taking you like he wants to. Asking for consent is the bare minimum, but the way he asked, the way he’s always so genuinely caring, made your chest feel all warm and fuzzy.
You nod. "I... I want this- I want you. Please don’t stop, Chris."
That’s all the confirmation he needs to close the distance, his lips pressing softly against yours. He’s tentative at first, just tasting your lips for the first time, sighing softly into your mouth like he’s finally getting what he’s been wanting for years. Which isn’t false.
And then he’s hungry, slowly but surely unravelling you with his mouth against yours, nipping and soothing your bottom lip with his tongue. His tongue tangles with yours next, dominating your mouth completely.
He pushes you back against the couch cushions without breaking the kiss and his body covers yours, hips between your legs and forearms caging your head. His head turns a few degrees to the side, finally breaking the kiss to trail open mouthed kisses down your chin and neck.
Your fingers curl in his brown locks, tugging gently at the fluffy strands as Chris’s mouth maps out your skin, leaving hickeys as if he’s claiming what belongs to him.
"Fu-fuuck-- so deep—ahn—Chris-" Your whimpers get cut off as Chris’s hand clamps over your mouth, firm and warm, fingers digging into your cheek. Your moans and breathless cries are muffled by his palm, but not silenced.
His lips graze against your earlobe as he whispers harshly in your ear, his words a low growl. "Be fucking quiet... I don’t want Matt and Nick to hear." He doesn’t slow down though. Rather, his hips slap harder against your thighs, loud smacks echoing in his room with each thrust. His cock reaches so deep you swear you can feel him in your chest.
You struggle to keep eye contact with him, partly because looking into his eyes—all dark and hungry—right now is bad for your heart. But mostly because he’s hitting all the right spots inside you and it’s taking everything in you to keep your eyes from rolling back.
The mattress creaks in protest as Chris pounds you into it. The headboard bangs against the wall loudly and rhythmically. Anyone who overhears it will—without a doubt—know what’s happening. But that thought doesn’t cross Chris’s mind, instead the loud sounds only fuels his urge to fuck you harder.
Your brain refuses to understand anything that’s happening. One minute you were making out on the living room couch while his brothers were in their respective rooms, and the next you were already on his bed, yours and his clothes thrown haphazardly in a pile on the floor and his cock already so deep inside you it was making you turn stupid in seconds.
His hand leaves your mouth abruptly and your moans are loud and uncontrollable for a split second before he shoves his thumb into your mouth, pressing down on your tongue. "Suck." He orders gruffly, voice almost unrecognizable due to desire and exertion.
Watching you suck on his thumb like you did to his dick made him twitch inside you. He can feel your pussy squeezing him more than before as you eagerly hollow your cheeks and swirl your tongue around his thumb. Fuck, you’re enjoying it so much. Maybe too much. And Chris is barely containing himself above you.
"Fuuck—mmhn—yeah, keep fucking suckin’... Juust like that." Chris groans, his thick cock hammering into your sopping cunt as he pushes his thumb further into your mouth, making you gag, unprepared.
His free hand pushes one of your legs further up into your chest with a grunt, his rhythm faltering ever so slightly as he tries to find your sweet spot. It doesn’t take long to find it and he knows he’s hitting just right when you squirm beneath him, your pussy choking his length. Your moans grow higher pitched, vibrating around his thumb.
"Shhh... Oh-- fuuck, ma... She’s gon’ bruise my dick." Chris hisses, pulling his thumb out of your mouth to hold your legs in a different angle instead. "Haahh... Such a greedy fucking pussy, squeezin’ me like that." He lets out a breathy chuckle, shaking his head subtly.
You can’t even speak, let alone think. Too full of his cock to really focus on anything else but him. You whimper in protest when you feel his cock slip out of you with a wet sound, leaving you empty and aching.
But your whining cuts to a stop by a surprised noise when he pulls you to the edge of his bed, having climbed off who knows when—your head was too fuzzy with lingering pleasure to have noticed it. You prop yourself halfway on your elbows and stare at him with parted lips, blinking, before looking down between your legs. His thick, veiny length rests heavily on your pelvis, angry and intimidating.
Chris grins as he looks down at you and sees you staring between your legs with a heated, hungry look, making his dick twitch against your skin at the attention. "See something you like?" He teases, pushing his hips forward, his balls pressing against your pussy lips as he shows just how deep he can reach.
He presses on the spot just above his tip—and just below your bellybutton—with two firm digits, tapping on the skin. "This is how deep I can go... How fucking deep I’ll be in your tight little pussy. Think you can take it? Take me all the way in your guts baby?"
Your breath hitches at Chris’s dirty talk, your pussy clenching and unclenching emptily, saliva all thick with how horny you are as you swallow hard. You look at him, seeing the look on his face and the barely contained desire, and back between your legs, basically drooling over his big dick.
Chris pulls back and grips the base of his cock firmly, pulling his fist up towards his tip with a hiss, his skin shifting slightly with the motion. Precum pools at his slit, oozing down his tip and dripping lazily onto your pussy. "You sure you want this? I’ll fucking ruin your pussy for anyone else if I continue."
You just nod. "Please, Chris." The plea comes out desperate, almost a whimper. And that’s enough for Chris to give you exactly what you both want. He positions his cockhead against your entrance and pushes inside slowly, letting you feel every thick inch of him, every ridge and vein throbbing with need along his shaft.
A moan claws out of your throat when he bottoms out, his balls flush against your ass, pelvis grinding against your clit, and tip kissing your cervix in a way that has your body instinctively try to pull away. You don’t even really register him throwing your legs over his shoulders, his arms wrapping around your thighs.
"Oh-- f-fuck- Chris-!" You moan loudly when he begins to pound into your pussy with deep and fast strokes that have your nails digging into the bedsheets as you clutch onto it.
You hear him pull back with a huff before slamming back home, but from a slightly different angle, and your whole body seizes for a moment before shuddering, your toes curling and eyes rolling back.
Chris sees your reaction and grips your thighs tighter, no doubt leaving marks. "Fuck, baby... Right here? Look at you going all dumb on my cock." He taunts as he holds the angle, making sure to hit the spot inside you that has you letting out those cute moans and mewls.
Your vision blurs with tears of pleasure and Chris can’t help but groan, low in his throat, at the sight of your tears. His jaw muscles tick as he tries to control his own sounds, occasionally letting a deep moan slip here and there.
Suddenly, his cock jerks inside you, and you feel it when it does. And then he speaks, gruffly, in equal parts awe and unadulterated desire, like he just discovered something incredible.
"You can see me inside you... Like, literally fucking see me." He presses on your pelvis in awe, pulling out slightly and pushing back inside, watching your flesh move in time with his motion. He does it again, and again, unable to take his eyes off.
You’re moaning unintelligibly, the coils in your stomach curling tighter with each thrust. Meanwhile, Chris is just too fascinated by the way your body shows just how big he is, his confidence sky-rocketing with each movement.
"Chris-" You choke out, trying to warn him of your impending orgasm.
"Yeah, ma? Coming? Gonna cum all over my big dick?" He teases, letting your legs down and wrapping them around his waist as he leans forward, propping himself with a hand beside your head. His other hand reaches down and finds your clit, his thumb rubbing firm circles over your swollen, slick nub.
You nod desperately, lips parting in an "o" shape as you clutch onto his biceps and shoulder, nails leaving crescent shapes on his skin. The feeling of his thick cock plowing in and out of your pussy all while he’s playing with your clit feels too good. And the overwhelming double stimulation has your orgasm crashing down on you faster than you thought possible.
Your head falls back against the bed with a soft thud, a soft cry leaving your lips as your thighs shake where it’s wrapped tightly around his waist. Chris groans loudly, feeling your orgasm ripple around him, velvet like walls spasming and fluttering around his swelling cock.
His balls draw tight at just the feeling of you coming on his dick. "Shit... m’gonna fucking nut if you squeeze me like that." He moans, low and broken, leaving no doubt to the fact that he’s on the verge of filling you up with his seed.
"Can I-" You don’t even let him finish his words and pull him into a desperate kiss, your legs tightening around him as if you don’t want him to pull out. And Chris’s eyes nearly roll back.
He kisses you back with the same level of desperation, his hips rutting into yours with sloppy jerks instead of the measured deep thrusts he gave you previously. He pulls away from the kiss, breathing heavily, and drops his forehead on your shoulder. His breath begins to hitch frequently, brows furrowing so prettily.
"Fuck-- fuck, fuck! I’m gonna-- you’re gonna make me—" His words are cut off by a guttural groan as he spills inside you, hips twitching and jerking, his whole body shuddering. Your nails scratch lightly across his back, and he moans at that. "Oh--ffuuck..."
He slumps against you after a while, peppering lazy butterfly kisses along your collarbone and shoulder, each kiss holding a deeper meaning than just lust. He doesn’t say anything, and neither do you. You can feel his creamy cum inside you, making you feel all warm and full.
Chris walks into the kitchen to get a can of Pepsi, his hair damp from his shower. You’re snoozing away in his room, having showered as well after the fact, all warm and cozy under his comforter. He opens the fridge and grins, taking one of the cold cans of Pepsi and opening it with a loud pop before taking a big gulp.
"Fuuck yeah," Chris groans in satisfaction, feeling the perfectly chilled soda glide down his dry throat. He’d been wanting this ever since he was panting and exhausted from the sex. He did bring you water, but he’d forgotten to get himself a Pepsi and was just too lazy to go back into the kitchen.
Coincidentally, Nick walks downstairs and literally freezes in place when he sees Chris. "Oh my God. Chris." He gasps out. "Do you even know how fucking loud you were? I could hear from my room! I bet the whole fucking neighborhood heard you bang a girl downstairs."
Chris snorts, taking a sip from his drink before replying in an amused tone. "You’re exaggerating." He takes another swig from his Pepsi, looking completely unbothered. Meanwhile, Nick looks tired of Chris’s talent in playing off his words as something amusing.
Nick sighs, walking into the kitchen and opening the fridge door. "Whatever. Just be quieter next time. And don’t bring just any girls over. We share this place—in case you’ve forgotten." He takes a bag of leftover taco bell from this afternoon and walks back upstairs.
But then he halts in his steps and turns around to squint at Chris. "You’re using protection... Right? I’m not ready to be an uncle."
Chris chuckles, but understands why Nick is concerned. "Yeah, I am," he lies through his teeth. "And I’ll be quiet next time. I promise. Or I’ll just do it somewhere else." He grins innocently, but inside he’s laughing hysterically at the fact that Nick doesn’t know it’s you he nutted inside without protection an hour prior to this conversation.
Nick sighs, relieved. "Just making sure. Also, where is she? Did she go home already?" Chris knows exactly who Nick is referring to—you—so he nods, lying to Nick’s face yet again. Nick sighs again, mumbling as he walks back upstairs. "I was gonna ask her for her opinion but I guess I’ll just text her."
Chris knows all the lies he just told will come back to bite him in the ass, especially since you’re close with his brothers too and he’s not sure how they’d react to what happened just under their noses.
Oh well. Chris thinks to himself, taking a sip of his Pepsi.
preview: you and your ex baby daddy meet up for a parent teacher conference. the teacher suggests that you and matt rekindle for the sake of your guys’ child. you decide to invite matt over for dinner and let’s just, say you two got along just fine.
a/n: surprise, i’m back. don’t know how often i’ll post but, here’s dad! matt to make up for a whole YEAR of not posting a new fic. to those who continue to read my shit, genuinely, thank you. if you aren’t new to my shit, you know how this goes. stay filthy and delusional. ❤️🔥 also, i’m starting a new tag list. so comment if you want to be added.
this situation wasn't ideal for either of you. you were sitting at your desk, in your home, when you had received an email from your son, Ethan's teacher. you expected it to be some automated message that usually got sent out to all the parents but, this email was specifically meant for you and one other person. your eyes trailed to the familiar email that this message was also sent to. Matt Sturniolo, your baby daddy and ex.
the relationship between you and Matt was complicated. even though you keep a healthy co parenting schedule, you two still fought and argued routinely. it was exhausting to the point you both agreed to keep distance and only speak limited words in person.
the email was short and to the point, it read, 'To the parents of Ethan Sturniolo, this email is in regards to your son's behavior. Please refer to the list of times below to schedule this meeting. It is important to discuss of his actions in class. Sincerely, Mrs. Santiago.' there was an attached response to the email from Matt which made you roll your eyes in annoyance. of course, he already picked what time this meeting should happen.
typical of him, you thought to yourself. this was one of the reasons you couldn't stand being in a relationship with him. as good as a father he is, him as a person, especially in a romantic relationship, Matt was controlling and he always made sure he got his way. you were fed up, which led to you two ending your 2 year relationship.
as of now, you couldn't give a shit what he was up to, or who he was associated with. you honestly felt bad for the girls that came after, especially if he hasn't changed his ways. he was their problem now. your love life though, wasn't any better. that's what led your mind to not so innocent thoughts. all this bad talk about Matt, doesn't stop you from admitting that him in bed though? was definitely the best part that came from your ended relationship. you would be lying to yourself if you denied the thoughts of you missing it.
you shut your laptop, staring at the wall, already mentally preparing for the next day to come. you don't know if you can handle being stuck in the same room with Matt for more than 5 minutes. especially, if you two end up getting into disagreements. your thoughts were interrupted by your son running up to you, wrapping is arms around your waist. you look down at him, your expression softening, as your eyes met with his. he was definitely Matt's carbon copy. that's why that email wasn't any surprise to you about Ethan's behavior. he was his dad's son after all.
"mommy? are you done working?" Ethan asks curiously, his expression hopeful. you run your hand through his hair as you nod, "yes Ethan, I'm all done. we can go prepare the stuff for dinner. how does that sound?" you ask, which in response, you get an eager nod. you watch as he turns around and darts out the door, making you let out a humorous snicker. your mind was now back on the meeting tomorrow. the small smile on your face fading away.
*next day*
you shut the car door behind you, glancing up at the school building ahead of you. you sigh to yourself, dusting your thighs, now heading towards the entrance. when about to open the door, somebody else' hand beat you to the handle. you look over at the figure, about to thank them when you realize who it was. there he was, smug look on his face like always. "a 'you're welcome' would've been nice." Matt lets out, making you roll your eyes. you walk inside, ignoring his words. his footsteps following behind you quickly, "real mature Y/n." Matt scoffs, "ignoring me isn't going to change this situation." he says.
"we'll talk about it inside." you mumble as you keep your eyes forward, determination in your steps. "no, let's talk right now before we cause a scene in front of Ethan's teacher." Matt lets out, slightly irritated. you stop in your tracks, darting your eyes up at him, "what is there to talk about between us?" you whisper, your tone cold before you continue, "I have nothing to say to you. I want to hear what his teacher has to say, not you." you conclude, turning back around to head to the classroom. Matt stands there for a moment, shaking his head slowly. he couldn't believe how you were acting.
when you two settle down in the empty seats in front of the teacher's desk, there was nothing but awkward silence. you sit there with your legs crossed, not amused while Matt leans back in the seat with his arms crossed. Mrs. Santiago clears her throat as she begins to cut through the silence, "So, I brought you two here to discuss your son's actions..." she starts off calmly, "Ethan has been disruptive. he continuously bursts out comments when uncalled for, he isn't getting a long with his classmates, and he isn't putting an effort into his assignments. that's why I thought it was best to bring this up to the both of you, because you two know your son best. how is his home life?" she asks. you felt your body tense up with the sudden question. before you speak up, Matt beats you to it, "we're split up. with me, he's nothing but behaved with her-" he pauses, glancing at you for a split second before looking back at the teacher, "not so sure how he does with her." he scoffs slightly. you whip your head to look at Matt, your mouth falling open from the audacity of his words. "excuse me-i'll have you know Ethan behaves when he's with me-."
you were cut off by another scoff from Matt, "well you're the one with him most of the time before he's off to school. who knows, you probably put him in a bad mood-."
"I do not!" you let out immediately, "when he comes home from your place, he always has something new learned, who knows what thoughts you put in his head!" Mrs. Santiago chimes in, "alright, let's try to prevent putting blame-.' she begins but you and Matt both turn your head to face her, interrupting her, "his fault-." "her fault-." you both let out at the same time. Mrs. Santiago eyes widen slightly before she shakes her head slowly in disbelief. "I think things need to be worked out with the two of you. you guys may not see it but, the way you two speak to each other, or act around each other, affects how Ethan is acting." she sighs before continuing, "Ethan is still young, it is known for children to highly take after their parents. if this is how he knows his parents to be-.' she pauses, making your expression soften, "he will continue to be the way he is in class." she finishes off.
the tension is still in the air, but, you and Matt both understood where Mrs. Santiago came from. "I suggest you two try your guys' hardest to find a common ground. rebuild a connection between the two of you. I'm not saying romantically but, maybe a friendship." she suggests with a shrug. you nod slowly, speaking gently, "we will figure it out..." you trail off, Matt adding on, "yes, we will. we're both sorry that Ethan has been giving you and his classmates a hard time. we'll guarantee it'll get sorted out." he sincerely says. you nod in agreement to his words.
the meeting was over, you and Matt both head out the building, walking side by side in silence. your eyes are glued to the ground, trying to figure out if it even was possible to rekindle something with Matt. "look-" Matt speaks up, stopping his steps as he looks down at you. he sighs as he meets your eyes, he has to admit, it was nice having you in front of him, actually making eye contact. "i'm willing to try if you are... I mean, we both love Ethan, we can figure this out for the sake of our son." he says. you nod slowly, staying silent as your mind gets flooded with thoughts. Matt's eyes stay on you as he watches you come up with an idea, making him curious.
you sigh softly before speaking your thoughts aloud. you weren't so sure how this idea would work out but, you were willing to go through with it. "dinner, at my place." you murmur quietly, "we can sit and eat... discuss this situation... and-." you sigh, "yeah- I guess just see what happens..." you whisper, visibly unsure. Matt nods at the idea, "sounds good to me. this weekend is ideal for me." he suggests. "this weekend it is." you mutter out. you both greet each other 'goodbye', both anxious about what is to come.
*time skip to the weekend*
you're standing in front of your vanity, checking yourself out. your heart was pounding in your chest. the nerves were definitely hitting you. Matt had just text that he was on the way and it had your stomach in knots. even if you despised him as a person, you couldn't help but feel jitters from the thought of finally having this opportunity to be alone with him again. you keep trying to tell yourself this was just for Ethan, nothing more.
after a what felt like forever. you hear the door bell ring through out the house. you jump slightly from the noise, standing up quickly. you shut your eyes for a moment and let out a deep breath. "you'll be fine..." you whisper to yourself, to try and calm your nerves. you turn towards the door, making your way to go open it. you turn the handle slowly, hesitating a bit before pulling it open fully with a nervous smile. "hey." you greet in a friendly tone. Matt gives you a head nod of acknowledgement before heading inside. you feel your stomach twist from the lack of enthusiasm. "I thought he wanted this too?" you thought to yourself before shrugging it off. you were in for a long night.
the tension was palpable, Matt was acting dull. he sat at the dining table, watching as you prepare him a plate of food. "so..." you start off, placing the plate in front of him, "Ethan with Chris?" you ask, trying to make small talk. Matt nods as his eyes stay down, beginning to eat. "surprised you chose him over Nick-." you chuckle out awkwardly before Matt's eyes dart up to yours, "what? you don't think Chris is capable of watching our kid?" Matt lets out unimpressed, making you tense up, "that's not what I meant-. i'm just saying you usually let Nick-." Matt interrupts you, "he had other shit to do." he mutters. your grip on your fork tightens, why was he acting like this? you kept your composure as you glance down at your food, "could've said it in a nicer tone..." you mumble. Matt's eyes were still glued onto you, "what was that?" he lets out lowly. you keep your gaze down as you shake your head, "nothing. I just don't understand why you said you would try this out, and you agreed to coming tonight to act like how you always do." you mutter quietly with a hint of attitude.
Matt places his fork down slowly, leaning back in his seat, "you upset because you aren't getting the exact attention you wanted?" he asks, his tone a bit mocking which makes you roll your eyes, "I just expected you to have a change of heart because you do remember right, that this is for our son." you say annoyed, darting your eyes up at him but, when your gaze locks with his, you felt your stomach drop. your expression shifting from the sight of him. his legs were spread slightly with his one hand resting on the table, and the other on his lap. Matt's jaw clenches a tad bit as he whispers, "i'm aware of that. it's just..." he trails off as he leans forward slightly, his eyes still locked on yours. "I mean we both know it isn't going to work." he says with a shrug and stupid smirk on his face. your eyes narrow, "why do you say that?" you murmur. "come on Y/n... you don't think if we worked this out, you wouldn't feel some type of way about me again?" he asks with his head tilting teasingly. you feel your cheeks heat up, you don't know if it was of anger or embarrassment.
you place your hands on the table, lifting yourself up from your seat as you look away, "you're ridiculous. " you scoff annoyed, "I can't stand you. I would never, ever, feel a type of way romantically, towards you again." you let out. you go to walk past where he's seated when you suddenly feel a grip on you wrist. your body tenses up, leaving you frozen in your spot. there was no words spoke until you slowly turned your head to face him. "who are you trying to convince?" Matt whispers lowly, his eyes darkening. your eyes widen slightly from his change of demeanor, the grip he had around you wrist tightening a bit. "let go of me." is what you wanted to say, but your mouth betrayed you, leaving you standing there in silence. your eyes never leaving his as he speaks, "what's wrong? have nothing to say all of the sudden?" he whispers. you gulp down your nerves slowly as you continue to say quiet.
he tugs at your wrist, pulling you in front of him. his eyes trail up from your body to your face slowly as he speaks, "you just going to keep that mouth shut?" he asks, "or are you going to put it to good use?" he hums in curiosity. his words went straight to the heat in between your legs. you felt your whole body on fire as you whisper, "what will this benefit us and the situation?" you ask, a gulp following after. Matt shrugs nonchalantly, "i'm not sure but..." he pauses, his hand trailing to your hip, "I do know what you can definitely benefit from." he says with a smirk appearing on his lips. there it was again, the smugness. "and what's that?" you whisper, the nerves betraying the tone of your voice. "let's find out." Matt says, tugging on your arm, making you go on your knees slowly. he scoots his chair back slightly, giving you more space in front of him as he looks down at you. the look in your eyes made his pants feel tight. the deceiving look of innocence coming from you made him shake his head, "haven't seen that look in a long time." he whispers as he grips your jaw gently.
he runs his thumb on your bottom lip teasingly, his eyes glued to the sight as he whispers, "now tell me... who are you trying to convince?" he repeats his earlier question. you stay silent, his thumb now pushing into your lip harshly, "no one." he whispers as he plunges his thumb, your lips parting as your mouth wraps around it. he hums lowly, removing his thumb to lean back in the chair. your heart was pounding once again, your body going on auto pilot. the desire and pent up tension making you give in. your hands go up to his belt, undoing it. his eyes stay on you as his arms rest on the chair. you pull his belt off, unbuttoning his jeans, and pulling them down a long with his boxers. his cock springs up, the familiar sight making your mouth drool. his tip was leaking already of precum, causing you to run your tongue along his slit, cleaning it off. he darts his tongue out to wet his lips as he whispers, "that's it..."
he brings his hand back down to your cheek as he rubs it gently. your eyes stay locked with his as you lower your mouth around his aching tip. his grip on your face tightens slightly from the sensation of your mouth finally around him again. you wasted no time, your mouth took him in easily, it was like you never forgot how to handle him. you bob your head up and down at a steady pace, causing Matt to throw his head back, "fuck..." he mutters out with a groan following after. your eyes stay up at him, the sight of him making you clench your thighs. the view of his jawline and his adam's apple bobbing from him trying to stifle his noises made you want him more. you quicken the pace, the tip grazing your throat occasionally. you use your one hand to pump the remainder of his base, the other hand rubbing his thigh gently. he slips his fingers through your hair, gripping it, and pushing your head down slowly. you allow it, taking him in deeper in your throat. the air escaping your lungs as you gag lightly, which earns you a deep groan from Matt, "naughty fucking girl..." he lets out, "gagging on my dick when you said you would what?" he asks teasingly while you begin to bob your head once again, now his full hitting the back of your throat, still gagging. "never, ever, feel a type of way towards me? huh?" he scoffs as he continues to grip your hair, helping you guide your mouth up and down. he shuts his eyes tight, "I knew I couldn't fucking believe anything that came out this dirty mouth." he says. "you can't stand me huh? that's why you're on your knees taking it?" the filthy and humiliating truth falling from his mouth made you hum back in response, sending vibrations through his body.
"can't argue with me now." he lets out with a dry chuckle. your hands grip his thighs as your plump lips run up his length, sucking on his tip, making him squirm from the new feeling, "shit-" the mumbled word escapes his throat. you flick your tongue on his slit of his tip, "fuck, get up." he demands breathlessly. you quickly get up, his fingers immediately looping into your belt holes, pulling you down onto his lap, his lips crashing onto yours hungrily. his hands tug you in towards him, wanting you closer as your chest presses up against his. the kiss is heated, your guys' breathing in sync, your hips bucking against him, trying to feel some kind of friction to ease your aching core. he snakes his hand up to your throat, gripping it as he murmurs against your lips, "what? you want it?" he asks as his mouth continues to move against yours. you nod eagerly but that didn't satisfy him, he grips your neck even tighter, "come on, use that fucking mouth." he mutters lowly. a gasp releases from your mouth, your lips parting as your hand goes to grip his tightening hand. "n-need it." you manage to get out which makes Matt scoff humorously, "need it?" he repeats mockingly as he releases you from his grip, "show me." he says. you lift yourself off from his lap, eagerly pulling your pants down, letting it fall to your ankles as you step out of them. Matt tugs down your panties, "so fucking desperate." he murmurs as he pulls you back down onto his lap.
he slides his tip a long your folds as he whispers, "you're really doing a good job at convincing me..." you whimper gently, "w-what do you mean?" you stutter out. he lowers you down on his dick slowly, gripping your ass, "convincing me how much of a fucking liar you are." he utters out, suddenly pounding into you, not giving you time to adjust. "your bullshit little scene not too long ago." his thrusts are punishing, yelps leave your mouth every time his tip hits your g spot. you grip his shoulders, his fingers digging into your waist, "let me ask again." he huffs out as his eyes are locked onto yours, "what did you say earlier?" he asks. your brows are furrowed, words struggling to form, "I-I..." you whine out brokenly as he grips your hips, pounding into you faster, "come on, I know you're good with your mouth. tell me." he says, a grunt coming from him as he waits. not to anyone's surprise, you couldn't speak with the amount of whimpers and moans Matt was dragging out from ruining your folds. "never-." he says as he pounds, making you moan loudly, "ever-." another pound, "feel a type of way with me again?" he asks as he continues his thrusts slowly. "no! I didn't mean it-." you let out desperately, your body getting tired, and your eyelids getting heavy from the overwhelming pleasure.
"that's what I thought." he whispers, he feels himself coming close, "you going to let me fill you up?" he asks breathlessly. you nod your head immediately, "yes please." you whine out. that's all he needed to hear for him to pick up the pace again. you shut your eyes tight as you let out a scream of pleasure, "fuck-." he lets out with one last thrust, spilling his cum into you.
your own high coming right after from the warm feeling, filling you up. your body collapses onto his chest as you try to calm yourself down from your orgasm. yours and his breathing in sync.
"well..." Matt starts off, "we definitely got closer again." he says with a breathless chuckle, still buried inside you. "very close." you let out with a sheepish, tired smile. "let's get cleaned up sweetheart." he says, patting your lower back gently. you shake your head, nuzzling your face into his neck, "no, I want to stay like this." you say to differ. "with my cum still inside you?" he asks with a raised eyebrow. you shrug, "nothing that hasn't been done before." you murmur which makes him chuckle, "naughty girl..." he teases playfully, making you join in the laughter.
a/n: i need him to ruin me. anyways, hopefully you guys enjoyed that lol. alright, see you guys soon, again. 🤗
i’m on here reading and exploring other blogs but, i haven’t been writing 😭 the edging is crazy. i said i was going to come back to publish a fic and forgot.
