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[immaqulate]

keep it ⟡ bf! chris x gf! reader

Chris comes out of the bathroom, still rubbing his hair dry with a towel, and you glance up from your phone.

Then you actually look at him. You blink. He's got a little more facial hair than usual—his goatee grown in, jawline scruffy in that annoyingly attractive way that makes him look a little older, a little rougher.

Your eyes trail over his face. You slowly lower your phone.

"Damn, baby…" Chris pauses. You look him directly in the eyes.

"Damn."

He immediately starts laughing.

"What?"

You point at his face. "The beard."

"What about it?"

"You—" You gesture vaguely at him. "You look good."

Chris's eyebrows lift as a smug little smile spreads across his face. "Oh, yeah?"

"Yeah."

"Like… good good?"

You roll your eyes. "Don't make me say it twice."

He drops the towel onto the bed and walks toward you, clearly enjoying himself now. "Oh, no, no, no. I need clarification."

"Chris."

"What?" He grins. "I'm just trying to understand."

"You know exactly what I'm saying." He stops right in front of you, looking down with that stupidly pleased expression.

"So you like my beard?"

You stare at him. "Baby."

"Yeah?"

"You look really good."

Chris laughs again, reaching down to pull you closer by the waist.

"That's all I needed to hear."

"Don't get cocky."

"Too late."

You run your fingers along his jaw, lightly scratching at the short beard. And suddenly his teasing smile softens.

"Yeah?" he murmurs.

You nod, still inspecting his face, and without really thinking about it your arms find their way up around his neck, fingers linking loosely behind him. From here you can see it better-the way the scruff catches the light, a little darker right along his jaw.

"Keep it," you say, thumb brushing over his goatee.

Chris's eyes flicker down to your lips.

"Yeah?"

"Mhm." You tilt your head, still not done looking at him, like you're committing it to memory. "Really good on you."

He then he leans in, his beard brushing your cheek.

"Anything for you, baby."

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[sturniodoe]

oh this dada man

[meninecanela]

Me at 3 AM, horny as hell, scrolling through my likes looking for that one fanfic i read months ago

[mattcines]

“i hate being blindfolded”

“i love it” -matthew sturniolo you freaky fuck

[chrattvibe]

The folded waistband sitting right on his hips... I'm actually losing my mind over this mf

[sweetnsturns]

wrestling—c.s.

✧ bsf!chris, friends to lovers, oral (m recieving) rough sex, play fighting

✧ summary: years of sexual tension between you and your best friend chris finally snap when a playful wrestling match over the last slice of pizza takes a very different turn. 

✧ word count: 1.6k

the glow of the tv flickers across the living room, over the pizza boxes in different shades of blue and green. you and chris are tangled on the carpet, a heap of limbs after he claimed you'd "stolen" the last slice even though it was clearly yours.

"admit it, you thief!" chris grunts, managing to roll you onto your stomach and pin your arms behind your back with one hand. his weight settles on your lower back, effectively trapping you.

"no," you gasp into the carpet, muffled by the fibers. "finders keepers, loser!"

he laughs, a deep rumble you feel through his chest pressed against your back. "oh really?"

his free hand starts tickling your sides, seeking out those sensitive spots he knows so well from years of friendship. you squirm and laugh, trying to buck him off, but his grip is tight.

"okay, okay!" you pant between giggles. "i stole it! i confess!"

he eases up slightly, giving you just enough wiggle room to plot your escape. changing tactics instantly, you thrust your hips upward with all your might, trying to dislodge him. it doesn't work quite as planned, but the motion changes everything.

your ass grinds directly against the hard ridge forming in his jeans. he freezes, his entire body going rigid above you. the air shifts instantly, the playful atmosphere gone.

"chris?" you whisper, twisting slightly to look back at him.

his eyes are dark, pupils blown wide with something you've never seen directed at you before. instead of pulling away, you do it again—slower this time, deliberate. you roll your hips back, pressing against his growing erection, feeling him twitch in response.

a choked groan escapes his lips. his hand releases your arms, moving up to grip your hip instead. he holds you steady as you grind against him again, harder this time.

"fuck," he breathes, his voice husky with need. "what are you doing?"

"what does it feel like?" you reply, your voice equally breathless. "i'm changing the game."

his eyes are dark, pupils blown wide with raw desire. "feels like you're trying to start something you can't finish," he murmurs, his voice husky with need.

"who says i can't finish it?" you challenge, your voice equally breathless.

without warning, he flips you onto your back, his body covering yours completely. his mouth crashes down on yours, hungry and demanding. years of buried desire rush to the surface as his tongue slides against yours, claiming, possessing.

his hands roam your body, squeezing your breasts through your shirt before sliding underneath to cup them directly. your own hands dig into his shoulders, pulling him closer until there's no space between you, just him and the feeling of your lips meeting, teeth clicking, tongues sliding in a way that makes your head spin.

you arch into his touch, whimpering when his thumbs brush over your nipples, already aching for more. "chris," you breathe against his mouth, and the way you say his name—broken, needy—seems to unravel something in him.

he tears his mouth from yours, trailing hot, open-mouthed kisses down your jaw, your throat, sucking marks into the sensitive skin above your collarbone that you know you'll see bruised red tomorrow. "you have no idea," he growls, his voice vibrating against your pulse point, "how long i've wanted this. wanted you."

"show me," you challenge, your fingers tangling in his hair, tugging just hard enough to make him groan and direct his head to look up at you. your eyes trail over his face, his lips red and kiss bitten, his blue eyes now blown out with lust. "stop telling me and show me."

he doesn't need to be asked twice. his hands slide down your body, rough and hungry, pushing your shirt up until he can see the lace of your bra—black, something you threw on this morning without thinking but now feel glad for. he stares at you like he's been starving for you for years, and then his mouth is on you, sucking your nipple through the lace, wet heat making you cry out and buck against him.

your hips roll upward, seeking friction. you find it, the hard, thick length of him straining against his jeans, pressing right where you need it. "fuck, yes," you moan, grinding against him, feeling him twitch and throb even through the layers of denim separating you.

"shit, baby, you keep doing that and i'm gonna lose it before we even get started," he pants, his voice wrecked, his eyes blown with lust. he rocks against you, meeting your movements, and the drag of his cock against your clit, even through clothes, has you seeing stars.

"then get us started," you demand, reaching down to pop the button of his jeans, your fingers trembling with urgency. "chris, i need you inside me. now."

he curses, a raw, guttural sound, and sits back just enough to yank his shirt over his head, revealing the body you've admired from afar for too long. broad shoulders, defined chest, that perfect trail of hair leading down into his waistband. you sit up to kiss every inch of skin you can reach, your tongue tracing his abs, your teeth nipping at his hip bone while your hands work his zipper down.

his cock springs free, and you wrap your fingers around him, stroking slowly from base to tip. he shudders, his head falling back, a choked "fuck" escaping his lips.

"look at me," you command, and he does, his gaze burning into yours as you lower your head and take him into your mouth.

the sound he makes is inhuman. a broken, desperate groan that sends heat pooling between your legs. you suck him deeper, hollowing your cheeks, your tongue swirling around his length as you bob your head. his hands find your hair, not forcing, just holding, his hips bucking slightly before he stops himself, trembling with the effort to let you set the pace.

"god, your mouth," he rasps, his voice unrecognizable. "so fucking good, baby, so good."

you hum around him, the vibration making him jerk. but before you can finish him, he's pulling you back, his eyes wild, his chest heaving.

"need to be in you," he growls, flipping you back onto the carpet with a strength that makes your stomach flip. "need to feel you. need to make you come around my cock."

he strips you quickly, your shirt gone, your bra unclasped and tossed aside, your shorts and underwear peeled down your legs until you're bare beneath him, spread out and dripping. he stares at you, his gaze raking over every inch of your naked body like he's memorizing it, and then he spreads your thighs wide, settling between them.

"beautiful," he murmurs, his fingers tracing your folds, spreading your wetness, making you shudder. "so wet for me. all this for me?"

"all for you," you confirm, your voice breathless. "only you. chris, please,"

he lines himself up, the head of his cock nudging at your entrance, and then he's pushing inside, slow, so slow, stretching you open, filling you inch by thick inch until you're gasping, your nails digging into his shoulders, your head thrown back against the carpet.

"shit, you're tight," he grits out, his jaw clenched, sweat beading on his forehead as he fights for control. "so fucking tight, baby. you feel incredible."

once he's fully in, he pauses, letting you adjust, his forehead dropping to yours. you can feel his heart hammering against your chest, matching the rhythm of your own. and then he starts to move.

he pulls out almost completely before slamming back in, the force of it pulling a cry from your throat. he sets a pace. hard, deep, relentless, each thrust hitting that perfect spot inside you that makes your vision blur at the edges.

the carpet burns against your back but you don't care, can't care, not when he's fucking you like this, like he's been dreaming of it, like he'll never get enough.

"yes, yes, chris, right there," you chant, your legs wrapping around his waist, pulling him deeper. "harder, please, harder,"

he obliges, his hips snapping against yours with enough force to move you across the floor, his hands gripping your hips, your thighs, anywhere he can touch. the room fills with the sounds of skin slapping skin, your combined moans, the wet, filthy sound of him thrusting into you again and again.

"touch yourself," he orders, his voice rough, commanding. "want to feel you come on my cock, baby. want to feel you squeeze me dry."

you don't hesitate, your hand sliding between your bodies, your fingers finding your clit, circling it in tight, frantic movements. his cock pounding into you and your own fingers working your clit has you getting closer fast.

"chris, i'm gonna—fuck, i'm coming—"

your orgasm crashes over you, overwhelming, your back arching off the floor. he groans, long and loud, his thrusts becoming erratic, losing rhythm as he chases his own release.

"god, yes, take me, take it all," he chokes out, and then he's coming too, spilling hot and deep inside you, his cock pulsing as he fills you, his body shuddering above yours, his face buried in your neck, your name falling from his lips.

for long moments, you both stay like that, tangled, sweating, breathing hard. he shifts his weight slightly, rolling to the side but keeping you close, his arm draped possessively over your waist, his lips pressing lazy kisses to your shoulder.

"so," he murmurs, his voice still rough, a satisfied smile in his tone, "about that last slice of pizza…"

you laugh, breathless and giddy, turning your head to capture his mouth in a slow, lingering kiss. "shhh" you whisper against his lips. "i think i found something better to snack on."

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[titties4matthew]

I made these so thought id share them🤗

[itsni-kkil0l]

so freaking cool

[x2foru]

to my ear next time bye

[courta13]

You Deserve It

In Which: based off of this post by @mattsfavlesbian

Warnings: Don't Like It, Don't Read! MDNI, THIS IS NSFW/18+ CONTENT (Please Read RESPONSIBLY)!! fluff to smut, soft/loving smut, porn w plot, pnv (wrap it before you tap it), use of pet names (mama, ma, love, baby, gorgeous), praise, dirty talk, kissing, creampie, aftercare, slight teasing, finger sucking?, slight breast nipple play, that's pretty much it, I think! lmk if I missed anything!!

You love being a mom, you really do, but honestly you're worn out.

Chris is out right now, filming a video with his brothers.

Ever since he's become a Dad, filming isn't nearly as often as it once was, and Chris doesn't always appear in videos, but you'd told him to just go ahead and have fun, even though he was reluctant.

You haven't had a proper date, or not much one on one time at all really with Chris.

And bless his heart he tries, he really does, but your son Owen is a Mama's boy thru and thru, and he seems to want you a majority of the time.

“Ohh Owie baby, it's ok.” you coo, rubbing your son's back after he just vomited on your shoulder, thank god for the towel.

“Let's get you cleaned up Baby” you say, looking at your baby with a smile.

He just giggles, and just then you hear the front door unlock, Chris is home.

As your wiping your baby's face and chin off with a wet wipe, you hear Chris call out “Honey, I'm Home!”, then the sound of him chuckling right after.

You roll your eyes playfully, shaking your head. That's one of his favorite things to say since you moved in together.

“We’re In The Kitchen, Baby!”, you call out, a few minutes pass, and you look over to see him leaning against the door frame with a fond smile.

You chuckle, “What?” you say with a smile, blush rising to your cheeks, he always has that effect on you, even now.

He shakes his head a little, seeming to be pulled out of a trance, “Nothing it's just so amazing to witness you being a Mama, I'm one lucky man, Ma” He says, smiling.

You smile, make sure Owen is ok in his high chair, then walk over and pull him into a loving kiss.

Without question, he immediately cups your cheeks, kissing you back, then smiling as he pulls away. “Stay here Gorgeous.” He says, kissing you forehead before walking upstairs.

You watch him go, slightly confused, but shrug it off, maybe he wanted to shower or change into comfortable clothes, you think.

By the time Chris comes back downstairs, you've moved into the living room, softly rocking Owen to sleep, his head on your shoulder.

He smiles as he walks over, carefully taking Owen out of your arms, “I got a surprise for you in the bathroom Ma, and don't even try to protest it. You've been such a hard-working Mama to Owen, and an amazing wife, and I know you can get worn out and overwhelmed sometimes, so go enjoy yourself, yeah?” He says, then places a kiss on your forehead.

By the end of him speaking, your eyes start to well with tears from all the love he's giving you, “Thank you Baby, I think I'm the lucky one.” You say smiling, standing up, and placing a kiss on his cheek, then walking upstairs, towards the bathroom.

He chuckles, rocking Owen to sleep softly as he watches you walk upstairs.

You open the door, closing it behind you, and the sight that greets you when you enter the bathroom almost brings you to tears.

Chris not only ran you a bath, but he also put a few candles around the tub, and a tray with the book you're currently reading, and a glass of wine sitting on it.

You smile, then start stripping out of your clothes. After that you dip a toe in to check the temperature, perfect, then slowly sink down into the bathroom.

You let out a content sigh as the warm water soothes you.

After just sitting there soaking in the peace and warmth for a few minutes, you grab the glass of wine, and take a long sip.

You set the glass down after you take another sip, then reach up and dry your hands on the towel, then start reading a few chapters of your book.

Awhile later, you finish up your bath, then step out of the bath and dry off.

You wrap the towel around yourself, then pull the drain plug.

Before you can even open the bathroom door, Chris knocks softly before opening the door.

The moment he sees you freshly clean, and seeming to glow from finally having a moment to yourself, his face breaks out into a big loving smile as he leans against the doorway. “Hey Gorgeous” he says.

“Hey Love, thank you for that. Is Owen asleep?” You ask, walking over and wrapping your arms around his neck.

He stands up straight and puts his hands on your hips, tracing gentle circles into your hip bones with his thumb. “Yeah Baby, I already put him to bed in his crib. Now come on Mama, let's go to bed.” He says with a smirk, his intentions clear.

When you get into the hallway, he grabs your hips, and kisses you as he starts slowly backing you both into the bedroom.

He pulls away just long enough to close the door with a soft click, so he doesn't wake Owen, then he pulls you back into another kiss as he backs you towards the bed.

The backs of your knees bump into the bed, and you slide back onto the bed as he crawls to hover over you.

He leans down, and starts placing soft sweet kisses behind your ear, pausing to suck a little just to hear your soft moans, smirking as he kisses all the way down to your neck.

He pauses and pulls back just enough to look into your eyes as he says, “You're so beautiful ma, you're such an amazing mama, so strong, tonight's all about you Baby.”

Then he starts kissing down your collarbone.

He moves to sit up on his heels, and you sit up with him, pulling your towel off and throwing it somewhere on the bed.

He just looks at you for a second, mouth slightly parted, just in awe of your beauty.

You start to get a little self-conscious, since you still haven't worked off all the baby weight, but he tsks, and immediately puts your arms back by your sides.

“Nah baby, don't hide from me, you're gorgeous.” Then he kisses your forehead “Every” kiss “Single” kiss “Part of you” kiss, he says between kisses as he kisses your cheeks.

Your eyes start to water again as you giggle at him, and he smiles as he rubs he thumbs under your eyes to wipe the tears.

“Stay here Gorgeous, lemme give you a show.” He says, with a smirk as he slides off the end of the bed, then moves his hands towards his belt.

He makes a whole show out of stripping for you, and you giggle at how silly he's being.

Once he's bare, he crawls up the bed to hover over you again.

He slides his hand down your torso all the way to your folds, then runs his fingers thru your wetness, making him groan.

He smirks, “My little strip tease get you wet Mama” he says, jokingly. He chuckles as you slap his shoulder.

He brings his fingers to his mouth, then sucks them clean, winking at you afterward.

His releases his finger from his mouth with a slick pop, then brings that hand down to pump himself a few times.

He runs his tip thru your folds, then looks up at you as he nudges the head against your entrance.

You nod wrapping your arms around his neck. “Please Baby” you say, then moan as he slowly enters you.

He lets out a groan, as he reaches the hilt, then slowly pulls back to the tip, before creating a slow rhythm.

You wrap your legs around his hips, moving your hands up to cup his cheeks, then you kiss him.

He moans into the kiss, reaching down to rub your clit with his thumb.

You moan into the kiss as well, then toss your head back.

He takes advantage of the opportunity, and leans down to kiss down your neck as he thrusts his hips.

You moan as he sucks the sweet spot behind your ear, then he slowly moves down to kiss your collarbone, down to your breasts.

“Fuck Baby, I'm close” You moan out as he starts kissing your left breast.

He smirks, kitten licks your nipple, then says “Go ahead Baby, you deserve it.”

You run your fingers thru his hair, moaning as you cum around his dick.

He moans, continuing to thrust to work you thru your high, then cums as well.

He slowly pulls out, being careful because you're sensitive right now, then flops next to you on his back, wrapping his arm around you and pulling you into his chest.

He softly runs his fingers thru your hair as you both catch your breath.

“You're a wonderful Mom, Baby. If you're ever feeling overwhelmed or anything just let me know, yeah?” He says, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear as he looks down at you.

“Thank you, Baby. I love you Chris” You say, placing a kiss on his chest as you look up at him.

He smiles, down at you. “I love you more, Gorgeous” he says, placing a kiss on your head.

𝔇𝔦𝔳𝔦𝔡𝔢𝔯 ℭ𝔯𝔢𝔡𝔰: @huraxy-dividers

𝔄/𝔑: Not my usual content, but @mattsfavlesbian had this idea and gave me permission to use it, so I decided to give it a try! Alsoo, I legit had a sudden burst of inspiration after looking for pics to use on Pinterest lol, ANDD another longer fic.. woohoo! Anywaysss, I hope y'all enjoyed, pls lmk what you think! And, as always, if you have any reqs or asks about them (or any of my AU's), plsplspls lmk!!

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[hannahsturniolo]

THE JAWWWWWW IM CREAMING

[chrissbunny]

- Bent over the counter

- contains: rough sex, risk of getting caught, fingers in mouth, petnames (baby, doll), unprotected sex (don’t do that!) let me know if i missed anything. mdni

- pairing: bfb!chris x fem!reader

know before you read: lowercase intended.

you don’t know how you ended up here. bent over the bathroom counter by your best friends brother at a party who’s house you don’t even know.

“fuck, baby..so tight..” chris mumbles against your neck, two fingers in your mouth to keep you quiet.

you moan, eyes rolling back from how deep he’s inside you. you clench around him, “shit, don’t do that..” he makes a makeshift pony for leverage.

“don’t stop..” his eyes darken almost instantly, “wasn’t planning on it, doll.” he says while fucking you harder.

before you know it, your orgasm washes over you, pressing back against him and moaning his name.

you hear someone knocking on the door. oh. your best friend. chris cums inside me and pulls out. he signals for me to hide and opens the door. “you’ve been in here for an hour.” your best friend deadpants. “there’s other bathrooms in this house” he glares back.

“do you know where y/n is?” she asks while trying to look inside the bathroom. “why the fuck would i know?”

“whatever.” she says while closing the door. chris turns to face you. “was it worth the risk of getting caught by your bestfriend?”

“fuck, yeah. might need to do that more often.” you say, looking up at him. chris smirks. “that what you want?”

a/n:: waitt i’m lowk getting better..also i thought of this idea when i was in the shower (lil fun fact) sorry this is very shortt

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[itsni-kkil0l]

Holy shiiit

[bambiichris]

been gatekeeping this gif for a month…

[hannahsturniolo]

I’m so down bad😮‍💨

I just know he’s a freak🤭

[itsni-kkil0l]

my apologies for coming under your comment i don’t comment but the ringing in my ear won’t stop when I saw your comment and went through your page I had to pass the message of our ancestors as they wanted you to have this message from your picture I see you are a loving person who would always bend backwards to help anyone be it friends or family but you feel like you are running in circles it’s like four steps forward and five steps backwards although you radiate a positive energy you show so much love but you still are hardly appreciated, I see an emotional person around but you are not sure where it leads to you are often worried about the future does this also resonate with you message me now, We’ve got some to talk about dear

totally did not expect this??

[vfeioa]

[sweetnsturns]

ice time—c.s.

✧ hockeyplayer!chris x figureskater!reader, friends to lovers, dom!chris, mutual pining, stimulation, unprotected sex

✧ summary: you’re a figure skater. chris sturniolo is a hockey player. you meet every day at the same rink, and what starts as passing conversations after practice turns into him staying longer than he should—and you letting him.

✧ word count: 1.8k

✧ authors note: based on this request! (if you saw this posted earlier #sorry it was an accident...)

you'd spent years around ice rinks.

which meant you'd spent years around hockey players. loud hockey players. cocky hockey players.

hockey players who thought they owned every rink they stepped into.

so when chris first started hanging around after your practices, you told yourself he was no different.

that explanation lasted about a week. because unfortunately, chris was annoying in a completely different way.

for one thing, he was impossible to ignore.

you could always tell when he'd gotten to the rink because there'd be a burst of laughter from somewhere down the hallway. the sound of hockey bags hitting the floor. a coach yelling at someone.

and then eventually chris would appear usually carrying his stick over one shoulder, his hair messy from shoving a hat on and off.

looking unfairly good for someone who spent half his life getting slammed into walls.

it was irritating.

especially because he seemed completely unaware of it. or maybe he was aware. that possibility was honestly worse.

you were adjusting your skate guards one afternoon when you noticed him on the ice.

his team had practice after yours, and your coach was busy talking to someone, leaving you stuck waiting by the boards.

normally you would've been checking your phone. instead, you found yourself watching.

just for a second.

hockey looked chaotic compared to figure skating. figure skating was precision. timing. control.

hockey looked like organized violence.

yet somehow chris moved through it effortlessly fast. confident. comfortable.

like he'd been born with skates on.

he caught a pass, cut sharply across the ice, and sent the puck into the net. one of his teammates yelled something. chris immediately pointed at himself.

show off.

you rolled your eyes.

he looked toward the boards at that exact moment.

and caught you watching. your stomach dropped as his grin appeared instantly.

great.

just great.

later, after practice, he found you sitting on the bench unlacing your skates.

"see something you liked?" you nearly threw a skate at him.

"your ego is unbelievable."

"that's not a no."

you laughed despite yourself which only encouraged him.

"you watched almost my whole practice."

"i was literally waiting for my coach."

"for forty minutes?"

"don't make this weird."

"i'm making this weird?"

he looked entirely too pleased with himself and you hated it.

mostly because he looked cute when he smiled. which was a problem. a serious problem.

the kind of problem that got worse every day.

because somehow every conversation with him lasted longer than the last one.

what started as five-minute conversations became twenty.

then thirty.

then suddenly you were sitting in empty arenas talking long after everyone else had gone home.

learning things about each other without meaning to.

he knew your competition schedule. you knew which teams he hated playing. he knew which jumps stressed you out. you knew he always got nervous before big games no matter how much he denied it.

and somewhere in between all of that, things changed.

the way his eyes lingered a second too long.

the way your heart sped up whenever he walked into a room.

the way both of you started finding excuses to stay.

one night, practice ran especially late.

most of the rink lights had already been turned off by the time you stepped off the ice.

your legs ached, your hair was a mess, and you were exhausted.

chris was sitting in the stands waiting. again.

you weren't even surprised anymore.

"do you actually have a life?" you asked.

he stood up, a smirk spreading across his face. "rude."

"i'm serious."

"i am too."

you laughed softly and he smiled.

and for some reason your chest felt tight. he started walking down toward the boards, not breaking eye contact.

your pulse immediately betrayed you.

"why are you looking at me like that?" you asked.

"like what?"

"you know exactly what."

his grin returned for a second, then faded. replaced by something softer. something that made your stomach flip. "maybe i'm just looking at you."

the answer should've been simple.

it wasn't.

the rink felt quieter, smaller. suddenly you were aware of everything.

the cold air. the distance between you. the fact that neither of you seemed interested in moving away.

for once, chris didn't have a joke ready. for once, neither did you.

"you know," he said quietly, "you're a lot harder to talk to when you're looking at me like that."

your breath caught.

"i wasn't aware i was."

"trust me."

his smile returned, smaller now.

warmer.

"you are."

and neither of you looked away.

the silence stretched. heavy. neither of you moved.

chris took another step down the bleachers.

metal echoed in the empty arena. each sound hit your chest like a drum.

he reached the bottom row. eye level now. close enough to see the flush on his cheeks.

"you gonna make me do all the work here?" he asked. voice low. rougher than usual.

"depends on what you're offering."

shit, that came out breathier than you'd meant. his eyes darkened. he hopped down, landing soft on the rubber in front of you.

"you're shaking," he noticed.

"cold."

his hand lifted, hesitant in a way you'd never seen from him. his fingertips brushed your jaw.

warm and calloused from sticks and tape and fights in the corners. you leaned into it without meaning to. his thumb traced your cheekbone.

"still cold?"

you couldn't answer. his other hand found your waist, pulling you closer by inches.

your hands ended up on his chest, feeling his hard muscle beneath his jersey. his heart hammered against your palm, matching yours.

"tell me to stop," he said. "and i will."

you didn't.

instead you tilted your face up. his mouth found yours and months of teasing snapped between you.

he tasted like mint and desperation. his hand slid to your lower back. pressed you flush against him. you gasped into his mouth when you felt how hard he was through his pants.

the thin fabric did nothing to hide it. the knowledge that it was you doing that to him made your head spin.

"fuck," he breathed against your lips. "you have no idea how long—"

"show me."

he made a sound. wrecked. walked you back until your shoulder blades hit the boards.

freezing cold at your back. burning everywhere else. the contrast made you gasp.

he used the opportunity to deepen the kiss. tongue slid against yours. hand tangled in your hair while the other gripped your hip hard enough to leave marks tomorrow. you hoped it did.

you could feel him now. grinding against your stomach as he pinned you there. the smell of ice and rubber and his cologne surrounded you.

"here?" he asked. mouth hot against your neck. teeth grazed the tendon there. he bit down and sucked.

"nobody's here," you managed. arched into him. desperate for friction. "lights are—"

"anyone could walk in."

his hand slipped under your jacket. under your top. rough palm slid up your ribs. and his thumb brushed under your nipple. you moaned. loud. embarrassing in the silence. he laughed. actually laughed. breathless against your skin.

"that sound," he said. "i've been imagining that sound for months."

"shut up."

you grabbed his face and kissed him aggressive. demanding. trying to take back some control. he let you for a second. let you bite his lower lip. then he responded by lifting you, just high enough to wrap your legs around his waist.

he held you there, pressed between the boards and his body, grinding up with a rhythm that made your vision blur. the friction was perfect.

you were whimpering now. couldn't help it. the sounds fell out of you every time he rolled his hips just right.

"tell me what you want," he demanded. ragged. voice shot. "exactly—"

"want you inside," you said. not caring how desperate. voice broke. "chris, i swear to god—"

he went still. pulled back enough to look at you. eyes blown wide. "you sure? here?"

"now," you begged. "please. need you."

he groaned. the sound vibrated through his chest into yours. he set you down. hands shook as he dragged your leggings down. you stepped out of them and kicked them aside. then he was unzipping his own pants, shoving them down just enough. he was heavy in his hand. flushed and leaking at the tip. he stroked himself once. twice. all while watching your face with blown out eyes.

"come here," he said. voice rough. broken.

you went to him. he lifted you again and your back hit the boards again. it was cold, but then he was there, pressing against your entrance. not pushing in yet. just rubbing through your wetness. teasing. making you whine.

"chris," you gasped. "please. don't make me wai—"

"shh," he soothed. but his voice was wrecked. "i got you. i got you."

he pushed in. slow. so slow you felt every inch. your head fell back and hit the boards. he was big, stretching you, burning in the best way. he groaned and the sound echoed off the rafters. he dropped his forehead to your shoulder, panting.

"fuck," he choked out. "fuck, you're tight. feel so good. been thinking about this. thinking about you."

"please," you begged. "please chris."

he pulled out. slid back in. found a rhythm. shallow at first, then deeper, harder. the boards rattled behind you with every thrust. he was making noise now, grunts and groans falling out of him every time he bottomed out. he sounded ruined and desperate.

"you feel that?" he asked. strained. "feel how much i want you?"

"yes," you sobbed. "yes, i feel it. don't stop. don't—"

he shifted his grip. hit a new angle. you cried out. he did it again. again. chasing that spot. his hand moved between you. he found your clit and rubbed circles there while he fucked you against the boards. sloppy. desperate. the sounds of skin meeting skin filled the empty rink.

"gonna—" he warned. "fuck. i'm close. you're squeezing me. so good. so-"

"come inside," you begged. "want to feel it. chris. please."

he groaned and thrusted deep, staying there. you felt him pulse, hot, spilling into you. he kept fucking you through it until you were shaking around him. he worked his hand faster between you.

you came with his name on your lips, shaking against him as he held you up while making these broken sounds into your neck. little whimpers. like he couldn't process how good it was.

when you finally opened your eyes he was staring at you. pupils blown. hair a disaster. cheeks flushed. chest heaving.

"that," he said. rough. wrecked. "that was worth every single week of waiting."

you laughed, breathless and giddy. you pulled him down for another kiss, slower this time, deeper. you could still feel him inside you, twitching and getting soft. neither of you moved to separate.

"we're gonna get caught," you mumbled against his mouth.

"worth it," he said. "you're worth it."

he stayed there. held you up. traced patterns on your back through your jacket lazily.

"next time," he said. "my place. actual bed."

"confident."

he smiled. that same cocky grin.

"yeah," he said. "i am."

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Can someone PLEASE make a fanfic inspired by this song??🤞🏾🥹

To summarize,

You were at a college halloween party and the triplets just so happen to be there, including matt. He’ve always had a thing for you, and having too many drinks, the very last bit of self control he had was far gone after seeing you in whatever slutty costume you had on (Writers choice😽). He Drags you to the bathroom, lock the door and basically goes down on you in the most deprived and insatiable manner imaginable as he’s looking up at you with drunken half lidded eyes, mumbling sluggishly about how badly he needs you. (Almost incoherently)

I imagine that as this is happening “bathroom” by montell fish is playing muffled behind the closed doors of the party, music being too loud to hear our cries of pleasure while he’s buried between our thighs.

I’ve had this idea in the back of my mind for a while but i’ve been too lazy to suggest the idea until now!! Someone please do this😭🙏🏾