“don’t be lame, it’s warm,” he calls out, settling into what looked to be a calm river.
“you’re just stupid, chris, we’ve been gone long enough—“
“and you’re paranoid. what’s the worst that could happen? a little water never hurt anyone,” a small smirk made its way onto his handsome face.
you closed your parted lips, sighing softly, “this is dumb,” you say as you reach for the hem of your shirt. his eyes follow your hands.
“maybe,” he mutters, seeming to lose his train of thought.
you pull your shirt over your head, throwing it who knows where — white lacy bralette and shorts keeping you from fully exposing yourself, “eyes up here,”
his pretty blue orbs snap up to your face, a smile appearing on his lips, “you’re taking an awfully long time,” he addresses impatiently.
you reach for your zipper, “why are you rushing me?” you retort playfully, tugging them down.
“m’not rushing you, you are quite literally taking forever,”
you roll your eyes, quickly peeling off the rest of your clothes. to which his eyes roamed as you made your way over to him, of course.
“mmm,” he basically grunted as he reached out for you — causing you to giggle.
he pulled you straight into a kiss, the cool water enveloping your warm skin, creating goosebumps. you weren’t very fond with how the mushy ground below felt between your toes but you ignored it, wanting to be in the moment.
★ not even adding this one to the 1 year special this is literally just how horny i am rn ★
your thighs burn from matt’s beard rash. he’s been in between your legs for what seemed way too long, teasing your open cunt with the tip of his tongue. matt refuses to remove his hat — instead, he just turns it backwards so he can have a better view of you. he claims it would be a quick one, “just a taste” he grins before going down on you.
matt drags his wet muscle across your drenched pussy, your walls throbbing against. he doesn’t make any effort to get in nor to give some attention to your clit, torturing you with sloppy kitten licks.
at the same time it feels too much — it’s barely enough. his thick beard brushes against your sensitive skin, the spiky hairs leaving several scratches on you. his gaze flickers between your face and your pussy, watching your reactions as he keeps on teasing you.
matt doesn’t say a word, his blue eyes piercing your own, as if reading your mind. “ask nicely” he muffles, his forearm wrapping your entire thigh as he tilts his face. “please” you huff in frustration after a failed attempt to reach for his hair. “please i need— need you”
“need me?” he chuckles, ego inflating. “for what? aren’t you a big girl?” matt teases, his hand palming every inch of skin he could grab. with a sly grin, matt gives another long lick, starting at your hole and stopping by your clit. he places a kiss on your hardened nub, waiting for your words.
“please” you whine. your legs only stood up because matthew was holding them — you could feel them trembling, spasms taking over your body. “matt please eat me out” you finally manage to speak. he nods before going back to your pussy, finally putting some effort into making you feel good.
matt latches his lips on your clit, sucking it hungrily. his tongue swirls around it, his beard getting wet from both his drool and your juices. you buck your hips unwittingly, practically grinding against matt’s face. he takes it as a sign to keep going — further, faster, stronger.
you call his name several times as you feel the knot on your lower tummy begging to be released. his tongue already did an amazing job, but this time, his grown out beard was stimulating your folds, gently tickling your walls. “matt—fuck!” you speak, throwing your head back. “‘m gonna cum!”
“go ahead” he muffles on your pussy, the vibration from his voice sending a wave of pleasure through your body as your orgasm hits you. your thighs struggle to stay open, your knees trying to close around matt’s head as your toes curl and your eyes roll in pleasure.
matt pulls away with a satisfied smile, as if he just had a full course meal. you can tell his cheeks are flushed even when covered, small droplets of sweat dripping for his sideburns, adding to the mess of your release on his beard. he lays next to you, scratching his neck. “another round? without the beard this time”.
ⓘ best friends? ᚐ sexual tension ᚐ p in v ᚐ creampie ᚐ (kinda?) praise kink ᚐ pet names ᚐ some bantering ᚐ etc. + intended lowercase. 𝐰𝐜. 𝟏.𝟏𝐤
"you sure you’re that quiet during sex?" chris teased when you told him that you had never actually moaned for real during sex. you weren’t sure how and where the topic popped up from, but it wasn’t such a surprise knowing you both loved to switch topics every few seconds.
"well, i didn’t just lay there silently, i did moan, but it was always like pretend-" you paused, suddenly feeling embarrassed that you were talking about something so intimate, but you continued anyway, seeing no point in backpedaling now. "like i dunno if the guys i’ve slept with just weren’t good at it or if it’s just a me problem—probably a me problem honestly."
"wanna bet then?" chris suddenly asked, a slow grin plastering on his lips. he was, no doubt, plotting something that was sure to keep him entertained for days.
"bet? on what?" your brows knitted slightly in confusion as you looked at his increasingly mischievous grin. "chris what do you mean?" you pressed on, cocking an eyebrow when he giggled.
"let’s have sex." he finally said, his lips pressing into a toothless grin when he saw your wide-eyed expression, and his eyes crinkled at the corners in amusement. "i mean it, let’s have sex and the first one to make noise loses!" he exclaimed in between small giggles, obviously having fun seeing you look at him like he had grown a second head.
"what?" you blinked at him, not sure if you were misinterpreting his words or if he actually asked you—his best friend of how many years again? too many to count—to have sex with him and see who makes a sound first. "you’re not for real..." you trailed off when you realised that he wasn’t backpedalling or saying that he is just fucking with you. oh? so he is being dead serious, isn’t he?
despite your shock and surprise, you somehow agreed to the bet. your curiosity, and desire, was far too great for you to resist it.
after the stupid bet was made, you found yourself laying on his bed stark naked with his hefty length shoved deep inside your eager cunt. his hands gripped the underside of your thighs as he kept you, almost, folded in half—your knees on either side of your bouncing tits.
chris barely held back a moan at the way your gummy walls squeezed his length so deliciously. your walls sucked him in greedily whenever he pulled back and your eyes practically rolled back into your skull whenever he thrust deep, and hard, enough to bruise your cervix.
he was biting his lips to suppress the sounds building in his throat as the pleasure consumed his senses, and you were no different despite your initial doubt that he could make you feel good when no one before him had succeeded.
your brows were knitted together and lips slightly parted as you tried your best not to let out the sounds that were bubbling in your throat. your face flushed further when you heard the sound of skin slapping against skin along with the watery squelches of his cock ramming in and out of your absolutely dripping wet sex.
"chris- oh, ffuuuck!" you couldn’t take it anymore and moaned out his name. the moan you let out was such a foreign sound to you that, for a split second, you didn’t believe it came out of you, but the disbelief was quickly diminished as more of those desperate mewls exited your lips as if the first one had broken a dam.
chris halted mid-thrust, a raspy chuckle escaping him when he realized you had caved in and lost the bet. his lips curled into a triumphant smirk as he increased his pace, one of his hands coming down to draw quick circles on your clit in time with his pounding.
"thaat’s it, such a good girl." chris drawled, grunting with each slam. "moan for me baby, louder." he groaned, finally letting out his own sounds of pleasure, and just listening to him were enough to drive you crazy.
your moans grew louder and more desperate as you got closer and closer to your orgasm. your lower abdomen felt taut, a knot forming and twisting more and more as he kept dicking you down so good that you swore you saw sparks whenever he hit your sweet spot.
"sh-shit--shit! i’m gonna cum- i’m gonna... oh fuck!" you cried out when you felt your orgasm hit you in strong waves, making your whole body shudder and shake.
chris’s breath hitched audibly when he felt your inner muscles milk his cock in quick, rhythmic pulses. "fuuck, i’m s’close- just a little more ma... just a little more.” he almost whined as he fucked you into the mattress, his head ducking down to bury itself in your neck as he let out grunts and groans.
he lost his rhythm when he felt the band in his stomach grow unbearably taut before slowly unraveling into waves of pleasure that ran through his whole body. he slammed into you one last time before starting to thrust shallowly, his hips jerking erratically as he pumped his warm cum deep into your greedy cunt.
after a few seconds, chris finally slumped on top of you, breathing deeply to slow down his heartbeat while also trying not to crush you under his weight, but you found the slight heaviness welcome—almost comforting as you caught your own breath.
"well, well, well, guess who just lost a bet." chris teased after a while, propping himself on his elbows and looking down at you with a smirk. "guess you weren’t so quiet during sex, i mean those were some impressive moans." he mimicked your moan, earning himself a slap on his arm that turned him into a giggling mess.
you rolled your eyes at his laughter, even as a smile tugged at your lips, finding his giggles awfully adorable. "what will the loser do then? clean your room? do your laundry?" you scoffed despite your obvious amusement at his smug face.
"nope, the loser is gonna have to let me dick her down again ’cause that was the best sex i’ve ever had and i don’t think being best friends will hold me back from having this sweet pussy again." chris grinned unapologetically, earning a hearty laugh from you.
"you’re crazy, but fine, a bet is a bet, plus i can’t deny how good that was." your words made him grin widely, his eyes crinkling at the corners.
both of you hissed softly when he pulled out, still sensitive from your orgasms. he rolled onto his back and pulled you with him, tucking you into his side as his chin rested on the top of your head, his arm wrapped around your waist.
you and chris talked about random things before drifting off to sleep mid-conversation, cuddling close to each other.
what a cute pair of best friends.
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✩ ˙˖˚᮫ ⁱˢᵃ ᮭ ᮭ.ᐟ if you’ve read this fic before: i’m not stealing anyone’s work! this is a re-upload. etherealsturn was me lol
You and Chris have had sex a thousand times, but this time, after a dirty comment you thought nothing of, Chris’ secret obsession comes to light
vibe check: pure smut, chris with a size kink, a tiny thing about it hurting in a good way, dirty talk, bigdick!chris, chris with a praise kink?, pet names, praise, creampie, reader cums from pen alone (the hayley's comet of sexual occurrences)
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A/N: I saw this and i knew what i had to do…BIG DICK CHRIS🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️
love and cigs, merc
You and Chris were lost in ecstasy, one leg draped over his shoulder as the other hung round his waist. His head was rested against your knee, his perfect teeth grazing the bone as he thrust in and out of your sopping pussy, your walls milking him with every movement.
Your moans filled the room as his tip poked at your g-spot, pressing that perfect button over and over again. He groaned at the sight of your fucked out face, your mouth hung open as guttural sounds left your lips, cries of Chris' name rolling off your tongue as he nipped at the skin of your knee, lost in the feeling of your tight pussy around him.
"you feel so fucking good, baby" he groaned, his hand gripping at the flesh of your thigh as it rested on his hip.
You could only moan in response, reeling in the way his cock stretched out your walls, the sting being nothing compared to the bliss you felt as he relentlessly fucked you.
"so fucking pretty, taking me like this, so so pretty" Chris continued, rambling.
"mphm, Chris, you're so big" You moaned, thinking nothing of it as you spoke, his size being the only thing in your mind in that moment.
Chris' eyes snapped open, locking in on yours instantly as he continued to fuck you, something about your words making his brain tingle.
"whatcha say, ma?" he said, slightly breathless.
"you're so-" you cut yourself off with a moan, "y'so big, Chris"
Chris near enough growled, biting down on your knee before looking down to the bulge forming in your stomach as he pounded into you. He knew he was big, and he loved how well you always took him, but you'd never told him now big he was, and he never knew that was something he wanted to hear.
"say it again f'me" He slowed his pace, but increased his temperament, his hips slapping against yours with a sting as he thrust in and out of you, slow and hard.
You couldn't help but moan at the change in tempo, head craning back into the pillow, your mouth slung wide open.
Chris hand came to your jaw, pulling your head back to look at him with your cheeks gently squished between his fingers.
"tell me again, baby" He cooed, his tone stern but words soft.
"you-" you stuttered, "you're so big, Chris, stretching me out so fucking good" your brows were knit together, trying to get out every word coherently.
Chris groaned, fucking into your tight pussy impossibly hard, watching your begging eyes as he did. your words had set something off in him, and he was past the point of no return.
"you like it when I stretch you out like this? huh, princess? you love taking my big cock?" Chris questioned, eyes trained on yours.
"mhm" you moaned, biting down on your lip, "I love it, Chris"
Chris lowered his gaze to the bulge in your stomach once more, watching as his tip took fleshy shape in your skin. He couldn't help but moan, obsessed with how well you took him.
"y'take it so well, ma, y'take my cock like a lil champion, huh?" He muttered, looking back to you and brushing his thumb over your wet, plump lips.
You parted your lips, letting him slip his thumb into your mouth as he pressed it against your warm tongue. You wrapped your lips around his digit, sucking it with a moan as he pulled out of you almost completely, only to thrust back in with a brutal slap of his skin against yours.
He tugged at the flesh of your thigh, pulling your other leg over his shoulder and pressing your knees to your chest, his thumb leaving your mouth with a pop.
The new position gave him the perfect opportunity to hit you even deeper than before, his dick pressing into your cervix with a blissful ache.
"fuck, Chris, it hurts so good" you mumbled, tears pricking at your eyes at the ache of your contorted body, and Chris' weight pressed against you almost completely.
"be a good girl, and take it" Chris spat, setting a rapid pace into your perfect pussy.
He was relentless, pressing your legs tight against your chest as he laid almost all his weight down on top of you. His length thrust in and out of you, the sound of your juices mixed with the slap of his skin against yours acting as a backing track to both of your moans.
"give it to me, give it to me, give it to me" you moaned over and over again, unable to form a thought other than that simple request. Something about the dirty talk, mixed with the feeling of Chris' weight on you and his big dick stretching you out made that familiar knot tighten in your stomach, your whole body tingling as every hair on your skin stood on edge.
Chris was a moaning, whimpering mess, the sound of your begging making him feel lightheaded as he pounded into you. Your slick walls were clenching around him like a vice, and he knew he was done for.
"cum with me, princess, cum all over my big cock like a good girl" Chris said though gritted teeth, his tone somehow still soft and caring despite his pace.
As if on command, his words sent you over the edge, and with a cry of his name, you released sticky juices all over his length, the squelching sound of him fucking you through your toe curling orgasm making him reel.
He was seconds behind, filling you up with his cum, fucking it into you as he stuttered above you, pressing his weight further down onto the backs of your legs as he gripped and tugged at any skin of yours he could reach.
Your breathless moans filled the room as he stilled inside you, letting his cum soak into your walls and his length, unable to bring himself to pull out. His hand came to your hair as he rested his head against your leg, trying to catch his breath with fluttery eyes. You leaned into his touch, humming at his soft caress.
"so" you said, giggling slightly, "you like it when I tell you how big you are, huh?" you cheesed as he opened his eyes.
Chris chuckled and shook his head, pushing strands of sweaty hair out your face, "don't start" he grinned.
Your room was scorching, but not as much as Matt's body beneath yours. The plushies, crumpled and forgotten in the corner, were silent witnesses to the heat filling the space. His hands roamed over your thighs as his mouth found yours in a fiery kiss.
Your hands rested on the boy's sculpted arms, your perfectly manicured nails lightly grazing his skin. A low moan escaped your lips when he sucked on your bottom lip, and even with your eyes closed, you could feel his smil the warmth of it, almost a provocation disguised as tenderness.
The intensity of the moment almost made you abandon the question that had been hammering in your head all day.
“Matt…” You tried to pull away from the kiss, but he persisted, resuming the heated session between you two. Gently tapping his arms, you managed to push him away, giggling as he tried to chase your lips again. “I want to ask you something.”
“Are you sure now’s the right time to talk?” Seeing him so needy was almost too irresistible, but you were determined to follow through with this, ever since earlier, when you’d been scrolling through your feed while waiting for him and saw a video that caught your attention.
Nodding slightly, you bit your lip, finally gathering your courage.
“I wanted to know if you’d let me tie a ribbon on your arm.”
For a moment, he blinked, as if you’d denied him access to paradise.
“Jesus… really, a ribbon?” He chuckled softly, but before you could answer, he pulled you closer, a mischievous smile on his face.
You clasped your hands together in a pleading gesture, your lips forming an irresistible pout.
“Please, it’ll look so cute.” You bit your lip, fluttering your eyelashes innocently while dragging your nails along his arms. “Besides, it’ll only make you even hotter.”
Matt sighed, licking his lips. You could tell he was considering it, as you squirmed anxiously in his lap, until he finally broke into a smile and slid his hands to gently squeeze your waist.
“Go grab the ribbon before I change my mind.”
You left a sweet kiss on his lips, beaming, before getting up to rummage through the drawer for a pink ribbon that would suit him.
When you turned around, Matt's amused gaze made you blush. And as you tied the ribbon around his arm, grumbling softly, he thoroughly enjoyed teasing you flexing his muscles, fully aware of the effect it had on you.
Finally, he smiled and let you grab your phone, posing patiently as you snapped several photos from different angles. The contrast of the delicate bow against his imposing figure was almost comical, but that mischievous smile made it clear: he’d do anything and loved seeing how much it drove you crazy.
Your heart was pounding against your chest as if you had just run to escape something or perhaps to find something you didn’t even know you were searching for. And it was all the fault of Chris's you were kissing now.
You weren’t supposed to be here. On a dimly lit balcony, far from the grand party still going on, and, above all, you weren’t supposed to be near him. God, how much you hated him. But at some point in the evening, after tedious conversations and fake smiles, exhaustion won. You made up some excuse and slipped away, desperately needing fresh air. That’s how you found the balcony and him.
Your hands slid over his chest, fingers tracing lines across the texture of his shirt until they gripped the lapel of his suit. On impulse, you pulled him closer, as if the minimal distance between you was unbearable.
Your lips met once more, even more fervent than before, and you realized you were melting under his touch as his hands wandered over your body, sending shivers up your spine. His cologne filled your senses: deep, expensive, and intoxicating.
He smiled into the kiss and pulled back, breathing just as heavily as you. His hands intertwined with yours, and you rested your head on his chest, listening to the strong rhythm of his heartbeat.
“So much for pretending you hate me,” his voice, husky and almost teasing, made your eyes roll as you lightly smacked his chest before leaning in to plant a chaste kiss on his cheek.
You smiled at the lipstick mark you left behind, your hands moving up to smooth out any invisible wrinkles on his shirt collar, which was already covered in identical marks.
“This time, I managed to leave an impression,” you joked, laughter spilling from your lips as he poked at your sides. Your smile grew when he pulled you into a hug, and you melted into his embrace almost instantly.
Matt knew you well enough to know when you were sexually frustrated by your menstrual period.
You were both sitting on the couch watching a movie that he chose.
He noticed your thighs pressed between them and how you bit your lips, while your eyes stayed on the screen where there was a scene where the protagonists had sex. You hoped you weren't so obvious that Matt would notice.
You felt like a precocious teenager but you couldn't help it, much less if the hormones in your body were totally wild, making you feel a thousand things in a row.
You jumped up from the couch, drawing Matt's attention, who looked at you curiously.
"I'll be right back." you rushed to say but he was faster and took you gently by the wrist.
"Are you okay? Where are you going?" He frowned at you, your thoughts quickly going to that scene on the television, lighting your cheeks scarlet.
"I… uh." Your mind was betraying you because all the moments where you and Matt have fucked came to your mind, turning you on more, you sighed in frustration with hot cheeks and more and more red, spreading all over your face.
He looked at you with even more curiosity but with a wide smile. He knew what was wrong with you.
"What's up with that pretty little head of yours, hmm?" He caressed the back of your hand, getting you closer to him, you bit your lip to not release a sound due to the frustration that invaded your body more and more.
"It's stupid, don't listen to me." you denied looking at your hand next to his. Which seemed smaller compared to his and you smiled at the thought.
"You know you can tell me anything, right?"
"It's just..." you sighed looking at the ceiling, if your face wasn't red anymore now it was again. "I want to fuck." you murmured feeling the anticipation and nerves fill your body, as if you hadn't even been together for almost half of a year and you hadn't done it so many times that you'd already lost count.
"You should have told me before, love." He smiled at your sudden shyness, sitting you on his lap and you looked at him worried.
"But we can't." You muttered looking directly into his eyes.
"Why?"
"Because I'm in those days..." you answered patiently waiting for his answer.
"And?" He asked without understanding why you were so worried.
"That you can stain yourself." you murmured playing with the collar of his shirt, he put you closer to him around the waist.
"That's what showers are for." After that he joined your lips with his in a kiss full of love and comfort.
He took you by the thighs so he could carry you and walk to a more comfortable place. He wanted you to feel safe doing it with him on those days.
Once in his room he left you lying on the bed, first he dedicated himself to removing his own clothes until he was naked before your eyes.
After that he took off your clothes, kissing every corner of skin that he already knew better than the palm of his hand.
He dropped it along with his clothes and leaned over you but without dropping all his weight, leaning on his forearms on the sides of your head.
"And if the sheets get stained?" you murmured seeing how the chain that hung from his neck with your initial shone with the little light that came in from outside.
"They can be washed and if the stain doesn't come out we buy new ones, stop worrying about it." He kissed your forehead taking a condom from the nightstand drawer. "Do you do the honours?" he handed you the plastic square, you opened it with your fingers and put it on him. He growled at your delicate touch on him, burying his head in your neck, kissing it softly.
Once on, he kissed your lips gently again, caressing your abdomen and waist in the same way, entering you little by little.
You let out a low moan while he gasped kissing all over your face, and taking between his fingers the chain where his initial on you lay.
"Move." you ordered in a breath and he did so, beginning to move his hips in a steady and slow rhythm.
His touch on you was just perfect, comforting and beautiful that almost brought tears to your eyes.
You had never felt this loved and trusted with someone, it was the first time you did with someone in those days. And you couldn't have gotten someone better to do it than Matt.
You stroked his hair and when the emotions overwhelmed you pulled gently, moaning and gasping as he growled and increased the speed of his thrusts.
"I love you." he murmured uniting his forehead with yours, kissing the tip of your nose.
"I love you too." you responded back feeling a surge of pleasure hit you like a goddamn truck.
In short, it didn't help at all that you were so sensitive not to cum earlier than usual.
"Fuck!" you exclaimed, climbing into that mountain of pleasure, arching your back, Matt took advantage of this, bringing one of your breasts to his mouth, licking and sucking gently.
Matt kept moving his hips slowly, lengthening your orgasm just a little bit, when you realized something you opened your eyes quickly.
"You didn't cum." he just shrugged kissing your shoulders.
"This time it's about you, not me." he murmured kissing your neck.
You smiled, and swore you couldn't ask for a better boyfriend than him.
"Let's go take a shower."
"Nah, I'm fine like this." He was practically on top of you, hugging you around the waist and his face hidden in your neck.
"Come on, sweetheart." you tried to get out from under him and his response was to hug you tighter around the waist. "Okay, let's stay like this for a little bit, but then we'll take a shower."
Chris had taken you to one of his favorite restaurants to celebrate another Valentine's Day together. Although that was at night, he was showering you with love and gifts all day, of course.
In the afternoon both went into the pool, ate together, and then he gave you a huge bouquet of your favorite flowers.
You didn't stay behind and you returned the love that he gave you in the same way, in addition to giving him a couple of gifts.
At nightfall you both got ready for your long-awaited dinner. It should be noted that you had some of your things at his home.
When both arrived at the restaurant you already had a reservation, you were led to your table and began your date night.
As you were about to order dessert his hand slipped under the table, touching your thigh dangerously close to your crotch.
"What are you doing?" You looked at him warningly and he shrugged, raising his hand higher and higher.
"Nothing and you?" He asked playing dumb.
"Chris." You warned and cleared your throat, trying not to make a sound as his fingers finally touched your folds.
"Yes, love?" He began to move two of his fingers over your clothed clitoris.
"Stop it." You ordered looking at him and raised his eyebrows in surprise.
"The one giving the orders is me." he murmured looking into your eyes. "Take off your panties and give them to me." he composed himself by arranging his sack.
"You were affected by watching 50 Shades of Grey." you scoffed and he looked at you with clenched jaw. "Okay, I'll do it."
You don't know how but you managed to take off your panties without anyone noticing and then pass them to him under the table.
He kept them with an innocent smile inside his jacket pocket.
Minutes later he asked for the bill, leaving the money on the table.
"We're going home." He got up from the table and you imitated him, getting up too.
Both went in Chris's car to your apartment, upon arrival his arm remained on your waist sticking you to him.
You barely opened the door and he already had you cornered on the hall wall, kissing you with desire and closing the door with his free hand.
His hands went to your thighs, caressing them gently but roughly at the same time, surely leaving marks.
"Up." He ordered so he could carry you, his hands kept on your ass and your hands on his shoulders for balance.
The way to your room was full of tongue kisses and a couple of soft kisses too.
Finally, upon reaching your room, he opened the door to it, sitting on your bed with you on top of him.
You filled his neck with kisses, bites and licks while your hands were in charge of undoing the belt he was wearing and the button on his pants.
His went behind your back to slowly lower the zipper of your dress.
"I didn't tell you..." he started kissing your shoulders and you pulled your face away from his neck to give him your full attention. "but you look fucking gorgeous in this dress."
A sigh left your lips as you felt his hand once more between your legs, running two of his fingers between your folds towards your clit.
"But you look better without it." He finished by lowering the straps of the dress off your shoulders, exposing your naked torso and attacked your lips again with need.
For a moment he lowered you from his lap so he could remove your dress completely. He licked his lips looking at you totally naked, there wasn't a single corner of your body that he didn't adore.
"You're so beautiful." he murmured putting you back on his lap leaving kisses on your clavicle.
"It's unfair that I'm the one with the least clothes on." you murmured in his ear and a surprised gasp escaped your lips when you felt his lips close around one of your breasts.
"Take off my shirt then." And he didn't have to tell you twice when your hands were already on it, undoing the buttons one by one from it.
His hands moved to your hips, gripping them firmly as you began to move on top of him.
A hiss escaped from your lips as soon as you felt the perfect friction against your clit.
Chris noticed this and with a particular movement of his hips you got that delicious feeling back in that bundle of nerves.
"Fuck me." you leaned in and whispered in his ear, while your hips continued to move against his. His deadly grip on your hips assured you that he would leave marks for days.
He removed the last layer of clothing that stood in the way of fully uniting your bodies, skin to skin.
He took his cock between his fingers to align it with your entrance.
Slowly you lowered your hips to push inch after inch inside of you. Both breathed a sigh of relief.
You began to slowly move your hips, you clung to his shoulders as he clung to your waist.
You cursed under your breath as you felt how the tip of his length touched that exact point that took you to the edge.
You were increasing the speed of your hip movements more and more. The grunts, your gasps of pleasure and the wet sound of skin against skin were all that was heard in the room.
He hid his face in your neck and with one of his hands he grabbed one of your breasts.
"Wait wait." he murmured, uncovering his face from your neck and took your ass in his hands. "Stay still." he commanded and so you did, feeling the quick, skillful movement of his hips against yours. His thrusts were hard and deep, once again the tip of his cock lashed that exact spot to make you see stars.
Your hands were lost in his hair, pulling it slightly and moans almost screams of pleasure left your lips.
You clenched your soft walls around his length, his thrusts growing clumsier and more sloppy.
"Yeah, cum for me baby."
"Fuck." you cursed digging your nails into his biceps, you came hard just as he asked. A few seconds later it was his turn.
Your body felt light on top of him, your breathing gradually became even and he sighed, caressing your hair, removing it from your forehead.
"Are you okay?" he asked kissing your forehead. You would never get bored or sick of him being affectionate with you after doing it. Or make sure of your well-being. It made your heart race like crazy.
"Yes and you?" you asked looking into his eyes, leaving a little kiss on his nose. He smiled and nodded in agreement. He carried you in his arms to both get into your bed.
You leaned on one of your sides, he caressed your cheek and both smiled feeling the love flow between you.
He hugged you, sticking to you and you closed your eyes. And you fell asleep listening to his voice.
AT THIS SHIP YOU WILL WITNESS … current!caleb & fem!reader. warning(s) -> MDNI. [18+ only]. needy/possessive caleb, might be ooc caleb, apple as a gag(?), squírtinğ, implied créámpîes, cûm eating, multiple órgáșms, cûnnilingúś, no plot, just smut, not proofread wordcount. 1.6k (kinda short cs idk much ab him yet & i dedicated my whole púśśy into this forgive me) tags. @ljubimaya
𝐻𝐸 𝑅𝐸𝒯𝒰𝑅𝒩𝒮 with single-minded determination to keep you near him at all times. Even with a 180 degree turn of his personality during his interrogation of you before, he assures you that protocol was the only reason for his brief change. Yet in the privacy of his room, he doesn’t exactly change to normal..
You didn’t know what brought you to the current situation you were in. To be more detailed, the situation you were in included you sprawled out on his bed, shirt bunched up beneath your chin with Caleb’s body hovering above you, burying his cock into you with reckless abandon. It all started with an innocent, heartfelt confession. But little did you know that calebs’ feelings would run so deep, so intense, to the point he had to have his mouth latch onto one of your tits, eagerly suckling on a nipple all the while his hips were unrelenting.
“W-wait, Caleb, please, I can’t cum again,” you whine with a sob, hands above you clinging onto his pillow for dearlife as he brought you to the brink of your nth orgasm. Caleb on the other hand seemed better than you despite the fact he would follow you every time you came, spilling his seed into your warm channel as if in sync. In truth, he wanted to cum the moment he slid inside your wet heat, but decided against it, wanting to cum with you. “Yes you can, I know you can, sweet girl,” he mumbled persuasively sweet against your flushed skin, your tits aching in the best way in his squeezing hand and warm mouth.
“Caleb, Caleb, fuck—! I feel weird,” you sobbed with a drawn out moan, hips beginning to squirm at the unfamiliar feeling in lower belly. His cock was stretching you out so good, almost too good. You thought you were on the edge of another orgasm but it felt completely foreign to you, fearing that you might embarrass yourself if Caleb kept on going like this. But Caleb himself was undeterred. Instead, a knowing smile of satisfaction crept on his face at your pleas, knowing exactly what was coming. “Of course you are, baby,” he cooed softly, hand fondling your right breast slipping down your back to thumb over the sensitive nub of your clit, rubbing it quick, tight circles that made your body arch into him with a cry.
Your legs quivered and kicked weakly on Caleb’s hip all the while he was fucking into you like it was nobody’s business, eager to push more of his cum into your already fully pussy. He could feel the heels of your feet burying into his lower back, quivering with pleasure that he knew was unfamiliar to you until now. Until he brought it to you.
his touch was precise, coaxing but going above your limits to make sure he makes your mind blank out. And true to his intentions, you cried out, loud, arching off the bed with splutters of profanities leaving your lips along with a wail pleading of his name when the pace of his thrusts into you sopping cunt quickened along with the rub and pinches of the throbbing nub of your clit.
Your lips parted in a silent scream when you felt yourself squirting all over his thick cock, yours juices surely overflowing onto his pelvis and down his balls to drip onto the sheets, making you gasp repeatedly, velvety walls spasming uncontrollably around Caleb’s pitifully hard dick, making him hiss a heavy ‘shit’ before he fucked into you more, prolonging your orgasm to reach his own. His hips jerked erratically into you, balls drawn up tight with his incoming orgasm until he came to an abrupt stop, hand previously rubbing your nub now holding you down by your pelvis all the while his throbbing cock pulsed with each pump of cum into your already filled cunt, making sure to overflow you with his seed.
Caleb’s chest heaved with heavy breaths to catch his breath, pulling away from your boneless, sweat sheened body on the bed, with his length deeply sheathed inside your warm hole still. With a few more shallow thrusts, he finally pulled out, breathing out a moan at the erotic sight of his cum that made a ring around his base, your leaking slit no less sexy.
“Fuck, you’re so fucking hot like.. Panting like a bitch in heat just for me,” caleb taunted, his own cheeks flushed red all the same along with his body coated with a thin layer of sweat like yours was on his bed, chest heaving from exertion. He couldn’t help the sly smirk that crept up his face, hand sliding down your thigh to pat the plush flesh there twice as if he was praising you, saying ‘good girl’.
Your pants died out and your breathing came back to normal, your limbs weak on the bed after a moment. Your lids felt heavy during the brief period when Caleb wasn’t doing to you, head burying into his pillow beneath your head to succumb to the sleep that called for you. But it seems like your supposed childhood friend had other plans for you.
“Urk..! Caleb.. what’re you doing now..” you slurred, mind still hazy from the mind blowing orgasm he gave you to process the tug he made on your leg. Your head lifted from the pillow weakly to see what he was doing standing off the edge of the bed, other hand moving to wrap around your other leg for another tug until you were close to the edge of the mattress.
“Shh.. get your rest. I’ll clean you up while you sleep, yeah?” the man with violet eyes shushed with a teasing lilt, reaching an arm over to grab one of his red apples nearby to bring them up to your lips, leaning forward to meet your half-lidded gaze. “Try not to be too loud.. I don’t want any of my colleagues coming over for a noise complaint,” he spoke in a near whisper, making the fresh red skin of the apple to kiss your equally succulent lips. You brought up a hand to hold the apple, letting him pull away. Yours brows furrowed at the implication that he wasn’t done, already biting down on the sweet fruit he gave you.
Leaving you oblivious, Caleb knelt between your legs that hung over the edge of his bed, positioning himself so he could lean in close to your pussy which he left in a mess, globs of his semen still oozing out to drip down the delicious curves of your ass. With eyes gleaming with unsated lust, he propped an arm under your thigh, the other hand pushing the other thigh further apart to give him access to your dripping cunt. He stopped pulling you apart when he could see your weakly clenching hole, head dipping to lick a firm stripe up the wet slit, making sure to flick over the clit too before repeated the action once more, though sloppier this time.
The evident shivers you made at his ministrations made him grin at the while he lapped up at the remnants of your juices that stained your folds, alternating between tongue-fucking your slick warm heat and sucking and biting on your sensitive nub for an extra boost of pleasure to shoot up your spine. Caleb’s gaze flickered up to your squirming form whenever he found the strength to peel his eyes off your filled pussy, scooping up his cum that he stuffed inside your used cunt to taste himself, then shove it back into you. The man could barely hear the muffled whines and whimpers you made whenever his slid his tongue as deep as it could go past your entrance, unrelenting with his pace, utterly absorbed in the act of pleasing you along with ‘cleaning’ you.
your earlier boneless body flared up again at the persistent strokes of caleb’s tongue on your wet heat, feeling his hand on your thigh knead your flesh and squeeze it tight whenever he lost himself in your depths for a long while before pulling away to get some air, only when he felt the unforgivable burn in his lungs. The way his nose grazed your neglected clit was equally unforgivable, only offering the nub a few kitten licks that nothing to sate its throbbing need for stimulation. Yet when he sensed your impending orgasm, it was as if a switch went off in his head, his focusing shifting to your pitiful clit to assault it with full force, nibbling and swirling his tongue around it relentlessly. The man was thankful he gave you that apple, or else the volumes of your cries at the delicious orgasm he was about to make you reach again would have escaped his room to the ears of his unsuspecting colleagues.
“For fuck’s sake, Caleb, slow, fuck..! Slow down..!” You thrashed your hips all over his face, grinding for dear life. You could feel your climax coming in, and it was coming in fast. You rocked your hips into his face a few more times before you brought the bite covered apple to your mouth for another full bite, throwing your head back with a hand gripping onto the pillow beside your head, an overwhelming sense of ecstasy washing over your body, barely able to overcome your sobs.
“I could make you cum all the damn hours of the day if I could, princess, fuck.. you did so well,” Caleb grinned against the damp folds of your pussy, half of his face smeared with your cum which he slurped with unrivalled eagerness. He pulled away from between your thighs to look up at you properly, curl of his lips growing only wider at the sight of your utterly passed out on his bed, his earlier praises falling to deaf ears.
Caleb who is just so fucking big that he has trouble physically fitting into your life. He’s as buff as he is tall, and as hot as it makes him, it’s becoming an inconvenience to you both. Good luck having him over if you own anything less than a king bed. Despite the amount of times his weight alone has split the bedframe, you still haven’t upgraded your sleeping situation. Even laying on his side he’s taking up more than half your mattress. You will typically lay on top of him, but even that gets uncomfortable after a while. Especially after he’s just fucked you to oblivion, assuredly leaving your entire lower half sore for the next day or three. You’ll wake up in the morning somehow underneath him, being suffocated from his huge biceps having unknowingly wrapping themselves around your small frame. Not to mention that his shoulders alone practically measure the width of your shower. He’s just too big. You don’t even entertain the idea of shower sex at your apartment. The glass panes let you watch him struggle to bend down to just get his head under the showerhead, and you feel like some sort of voyer watching him. It’s perverted, it’s creepy. Yet it’s extremely arousing, the way he barely fits into a shower you use so comfortably. And all you can do is watch him and wait until he comes out to finally satisfy your heat.
“chris!” you exclaim excitedly as you see the familiar blacked out bmw pulling up on the curb, pulling yourself up from the stairs you sat at outside the house you somehow ended up at. you were under the impression you and your friend would just be at her house, but when you ended up at a party with a bunch of unfamiliar faces, you knew you had to get somewhere you knew to ride out your drunken state.
he’s not even out of the car when you’re running up to the car and to the passenger door, trying to pull it open but failing miserably. “hey, chill,” chris says to you as he circles around the car, pulling the door open for you. “how much have you had to drink?” he questions as he watches you flop into the seat, the whole car wobbling from the force.
“umm,” you drawl out, turning your head up to look at him, eyes unfocused and darting around. “i’m not sure! maybe… nine drinks?”
chris’s eyes widen in shock as he looks down at you, noticing how hard it was for you to lock eyes with him. “nine drinks?” he asks, desperate to clarify.
“maybe more,” you mumble with a small shrug. “can we get like… taco bell or something?”
chris sighs and shuts the door on you, coming back around to the driver’s side and getting in. once he’s settled, he turns back to look at you again, seeing the messed up hair on the top of your head and the way your clothes seemed a little disheveled. he wonders for a split second if your state was fully to do with alcohol, or if somebody had put something in your drink without you noticing.
“yeah, we can get food,” he says, but doesn’t make any effort to move. “did someone slip something in your drink?”
“what?” you say, slinging your head around to look at him with furrowed eyebrows. “think my drinks were just really strong.” you finally say when you process his words.
“okay,” chris nods, eyes scanning over your face to see if you were alright. “are you gonna throw up or anything?”
you laugh and wave a hand at him dismissively, shaking your head. “no!” you say, reaching forward to place your hand on his chest. “you know i’m not a bitch.”
chris laughs and grabs your hand, bringing it back over to your own lap. “didn’t say you were a bitch, just asking if you need a bag or something. don’t want you puking in my car.”
you narrow your eyes at him and turn your body in your seat, crossing your arms. “you called me a raging bitch the other day,” you huff, raising your eyebrows sassily.
he’s not having any of it, not wanting to play into your confrontational switch, so he turns his body back to the steering wheel and puts the car in drive, pulling away from the curb. “because you were being a raging bitch,” he says calmly, eyes scanning over the road as he sets out on the route back to his place.
“what, because I wasn’t with you?” you ask defensively, feeling heat starting to rise up your neck, getting worked up over something that wasn’t even a big deal. “am I supposed to ask you for permission every time I want to fuck somebody else?”
chris’s knuckles tighten on the steering wheel, jaw tensing at your words. he had to remind himself that you were only saying all of this because of the alcohol, but part of him wanted to fight back, wanted to put you in your place. “definitely not,” he responds lowly, eyes locked in front of him. “you really need to stop and think about what you’re going to say next.”
you scoff out a laugh and roll your eyes, turning back to sit straight in your seat, arms still crossed as you stare out through the windshield now as well, eyes still trying to focus on the road as it disappeared under the car. “still want food,” you mumble, lips pursed in a childlike pout. “you’ll get your food, just sit there and be quiet,” chris responds, reaching forward to turn the volume up to drown out anything you might say. you wanted to protest, but the heavy weight on your eyelids started to take over, and within the next minute you were asleep.
it felt like seconds had passed when the passenger door was being opened and chris was reaching down to touch your shoulder, shaking you lightly. “hey,” he said softly, trying to rouse you awake. “dude, get up,” he says louder, shaking you harder. you let out a groan as you come back to your senses, forcing your eyes open once again. “come on, let’s go inside so you can go to bed.”
you take another couple of moments to ground yourself and remember where you are, but you eventually swing your legs to your side and use every surrounding method of support to help you out of the car, feeling drunker than you did when you first got into it. “I feel awful,” you mumble once you’re standing in the driveway, reaching your hands up to rub over your face. chris just laughs and shuts the door before he wraps an arm around your waist and guides you up towards his apartment, his grip on you tight to keep you standing straight.
after stumbling up a couple flights of stairs and leaning on the wall while he unlocked the door, you both finally make it into his place and you immediately try kicking your shoes off, groaning when they don’t slip off with ease. chris chuckles at you again and crouches down to grab your foot to stop you, unlacing your shoes for you. “you’re a fucking mess,” he comments, straightening back up once both of your shoes were off, taking in your appearance.
your hair looked tangled from running your hands through it, and the way that it fell in front of your face made him realize you weren’t even aware of how messy it looked, your purse hadn’t even made it inside, left to spend the night in his car, and your makeup was smudged all around your eyes, already looking days old.
“you’re a mess,” you shoot back, bringing a hand up to poke him in the chest. “I am just… fucking…” you look down at yourself and groan, hands coming up to claw at your top. “get me out of this fucking corset.”
chris grabs your hands and pulls them away from your shirt, turning your body to guide you into his room. “alright, we’ll get you out of these clothes and you can pass out, yeah? sound good?”
you nod, more to yourself than anything as you walk into his room, immediately pushing away from him and going towards his bed, falling onto it face first. chris shuts the door behind him and comes to stand next to his bed, reaching down to rest a hand on the bare part of your back. “do you want to take your clothes off or sleep like this?” he asks, leaning down a bit so he could hear your muffled voice against his comforter, but between your slurring and your mouth buried in the blankets, he couldn’t make out your response, so he carefully rolls you over as to not jostle your stomach too much. “what’d you say?”
“off,” you repeat in a moan, laying limp on the bed with your head tilted to the side, eyes still closed.
“okay,” chris responds, his hands reaching out towards the button on your jeans. your head immediately pops up and looks down at his hands, then his face.
“woah, woah, woah!” you exclaim, reaching down with one hand to push his away frantically. “i’m drunk, chris!”
chris looks up at you with one eyebrow raised, moving to rest both hands on your thighs, your skin touching through the large rips in the fabric. “uh huh,” he nods, sliding his hands back up your hips. “which is why i’m taking your clothes off so you can go to bed,” he tells you in a slow, calm voice, like he’s explaining something to a little kid.
“oh,” you say in understanding, flopping back down onto the bed. “am I sleeping here?” you ask him as you feel his hands starting to undo your pants again.
“yeah,” he answers, pulling your jeans down and off of your legs, leaving you in your panties and a corset he can’t even begin to understand how to remove. “gotta keep an eye on you, make sure you don’t puke on your back or something.”
“ew,” you answer, eyes staring up at the ceiling, providing no help for chris as he undressed you. he reaches down and scoops his arms underneath you to pull you into a sitting position, to which you groan in disapproval. “wanna lay down.”
“I know, but I need to get this… fuckass shirt off of you first.” chris is clueless as he stares down at it, although he doesn’t mind the view too much. he sees what look like latches at the front of the shirt, and he can’t help but wonder why somebody would wear this to go out drinking unless they expected to sleep in it that night. “i’m about to just cut this shit off of you.” he huffs.
“no!” you whine, reaching out to grab his shirt while you tilt your head up to look at him, eyes pleading. “don’t cut my clothes pleeease,” you drawl, tugging on his shirt. “i’ll show you how to take it off, c’mon, you’ve taken my clothes off like a hundred times.”
he couldn’t help but laugh at that, shaking his head in disbelief at your words, but then he agrees and gestures to the corset, ready to learn. “alright, show me then.” he says, taking a step back to watch. you look down at the corset and groan a bit, hands coming up to squeeze the sides together. “just… push it… together… and undo it.” chris watches for a moment, and he thinks he understands, so he steps back up to you and starts to unclasp your shirt, eventually getting it off and leaving you on his bed in just your underwear. you gasp in a deep breath at the relief and flop back down, eyes closing instantly. “so much better,” you breathe out.
chris tosses the corset on the ground and keeps his eyes locked on you, trailing over your body. he admires you in a way he doesn’t think he ever has before, taking in your vulnerable state and recognizing the level of trust you must have in him to not only ask him for a ride, but to lay here so drunk you couldn’t even undress yourself and know that he wouldn’t do anything to harm you. it sent a shiver down his spine, and he had to pull his eyes away from you before he thought too hard about it, turning towards his dresser to grab a shirt for you to sleep in.
he walks back to his bed once he finds an old shirt that he knew fell past your hips, seeing you curled up on your side and most definitely almost asleep, if you weren’t already. he reaches down and pulls the shirt over your head, maneuvering your body through the shirt until he pulls it down on your torso, covering you up. you’re pretty malleable like this, so he grabs your body and slides you up on the bed and under the blankets, finally letting out a sigh of relief when you’re tucked in.
chris runs his hands over his face for a moment before he turns and gets himself changed as well, which just consisted of taking off the clothes he had thrown on to pick you up, leaving him in just his boxers. he debated sleeping on the couch, or the floor, or anywhere that wouldn’t be in your line of fire if your body decided to throw up, but ultimately he talked himself into just sliding into bed next to you, making sure to keep his distance on his side of the mattress.
his efforts didn’t last long, though, because not even a few minutes after he laid down, you were turning your body to face him and scooting closer until you could wrap your arm around his waist and rest your head on his chest, letting out a small sigh of contentment.
chris is taken aback at your action, his arm that’s now around you extended out in discomfort, not knowing what to do in this situation. you guys weren’t cuddlers, it wasn’t a part of your routine when you would sleep together. lay in the same bed and catch your breath, sure, but cuddling was never in the cards, so he couldn’t help the way his heart picked up at your newfound closeness. it almost felt more intimate than being inside you, like you guys had crossed a line he didn’t even know was drawn.
you let out another soft breath, nuzzling your face further into him as you settled in, not noticing his disconcertment. “chris?” you mumble suddenly, pulling him out of his thoughts. he hums, letting you know he’s listening. “if you just let yourself open up, you’d be a really good boyfriend to somebody someday.”
your words are clearer than they have been all night, and it makes chris’s ears ring and his face go pale, though it’s undetectable in the dark bedroom. he doesn’t answer, unable to find a good enough response, and he deems it unnecessary when he hears small snores coming from your parted lips, like you hadn’t just said something that was going to send him into a spiral for the remainder of the night.
he finally lets his hand come down and rest on your back, staring at the ceiling as he thinks over what you said, trying not to focus on your body weight resting on his, and the way your manicured hand sat peacefully on his stomach while you slept.
you’d be a really good boyfriend to somebody someday.
chris’ hips rutted harshly into yours that was for sure to leave a mark if kept up, and it dared to knock your knees down that were the only support your ass had to keep it up. Chris’ right hand was planted right above ur ass as he had you right where he wanted, doggy.
“so much for that attitude you were having huh? Now ya getting dumb fucked stupid kid.”
you were letting out incoherent babbles and whimpers as your hands gripped to his sheets for more support. You were already upcoming your 3rd orgasm of the night, and chris wasnt planning on stopping until that attitude was wiped from you.
“C-chris— pl.. fuck.. please..”
You didn’t even know what you were begging for, for him to keep jamming his tip into that gummy spot that made your body twitch, or for him to stop. Fuck, you knew you didn’t want it to stop. Your legs that were holding your hips up were becoming unstable from the relentless abuse on your cervix, creating a domino effect now affecting your legs.
Your knees had been dug into the bed god forbid it would leave a mark. Your throbbing knees started to slide down making chris’ cock slip from your swollen pussy. He instantly groaned and put your knees back up.
“Nope, don’t do that. We still gotta fix that ‘tude.”
He wasn’t careless, so instead he put his hands on either sides of your hips holding them up for him. Once he had you steady again he pushed between your folds again. You moaned as he perfectly filled your empty hole once more. He had paused thrusting for a second; which made you groan impatiently. You pushed your hips back for some sort of friction.
“Please.. just please don’t stop..! I’m—“
Your words instantly got cut off by chris switching angles, and as soon as his length dipped into your tight pussy he hit that soft spot of nerves. Once his tip kissed it, your back arched again; which made you let out the loudest noise you’ve made all night. You looked behind you to see chris smirking with amusement.
“That’s the spot pretty bird, that’s the damn spot.”
His hips slammed hard into those nerves over and over again, each time it filled you with this euphoric feeling. You felt that same knot start to build in your lower abdomen, the same one you felt earlier from your previous orgasms. You started to pant and your vision was replaced with blurry imaginary stars, before chris’ repeated thrusts cleared all thoughts from your brain.
“Oh— oh fu-fuck.. chris- chris im so close!”
You started to meet his hips in the middle you both were heavily breathing and sexual noises filled the room. The skin to skin, the wet noises, and just chris and his noises started to all infiltrate your mind; slowly getting you closer and closer. Randomized noises and squeals were getting fucked out of you continuously. Chris’ grunts and groans started to get louder as his pace started to quicken, if that was even possible.
“Yeah- yeah me too, fuck..”
Before you both knew it, you both came. Chris was pushed balls deep with his tip smashed against ur cervix. He immediately filled you as he felt you clench and release around him. He tried to nudge even further inside of you to pulse his cum as deep as it could go; even though it was physically impossible for him to go any deeper. A ring of white started to form at his base in a snap.
“That’s my fucking girl, shit.”
small ropes of cum were still shooting inside of you. Your sweaty face was laid against the bed, lids heavy, and lower half absolutely fucked out. Reality slightly snapped back into you as chris pulled out. You looked back and right as his cum was about to spill from you, he plugged ur hole with his thumb.
“chris..”
You whined, unable to release his cum. He chuckled and gripped ur ass with the other free hand he had. God. Just looking back at him in that black tank with his messy hair and stupid fucking smile, sandwiched by his stubble and goaty was enough to rile you up all over again.
“What? I want ‘chu to be filled with cum, not no fuckin’ attitude.”
AN: sorry for the blurb & not a full blown fic; honestly I’m losing love for writing those long ass fan fictions and I might spend more time making good blurbs for you angels to get off to. & yeah, it’s a shitty blurb; let a girl fucking slowly get started up on writing again!!
You and Matt have been friends for as long as you both can remember. You guys were seen everywhere each other went, parties, your university or anywhere, it didn't matter where.
The music was loud, there were loads of drinks and the atmosphere was great, you found yourself dancing with Eider while you both drank. Matt, for his part, was talking with Nate while he didn't take his eyes off you. He always found you beautiful, but he refused to see you as anything other than his best friend, he didn't want to ruin what you two had, because he knew that if he took the next step, everything would probably be screwed up. So he decided to keep what he felt to himself, trying to forget it.
Until that night.
You noticed his gaze on you and returned it, smiling at him. One look, one look and your heart raced with anticipation. You noticed something different in his eyes and that meant everything to you. You put that thought aside, looking away from him, but all night you couldn't think of anything else.
Time passed quickly and the night came to an end and the place emptied little by little.
Matt moved closer to you, putting his arm around your shoulders, once again making your heart race.
"Let's go?" He looked at you waiting for your answer and you nodded, alternating your gaze between Eider and him.
"Yeah, could we take Eider? She..." and now the said interrupted you.
"Oh no, don't worry, I'll go with Nate." she assured walking away with a smile. "Bye guys." She waved her hand to say goodbye, losing herself out of your field of vision.
"Let's go then."
Matt's laughter and yours was the only thing that was heard in the car along with the soft sound of music in the background. He had told you a stupid, but funny joke.
Suddenly everything was silent, the music was now the only thing that was heard, but there were smiles on the lips of you two. You didn't know why but tonight felt different. As if something was going to change.
The sound of Matt's voice filled the silence, starting a small talk about what you two could do the next day.
"Do you want hot chocolate? I know a restaurant that is open all the time and it's very good." He asked you looking at you out of the corner of his eye, deviating from the way home to drive to the place already mentioned.
"Of course, I would love to."
You passed by the restaurant and he got out of the car to buy the hot chocolate. When he returned with both he offered you yours.
He blew on his hot chocolate to cool it and took a sip, humming at the flavor on his taste buds.
"It's too good, try it." He said nodding his head at your hot chocolate as he put his in the cup holder and started driving home. You tasted your hot chocolate and nodded, agreeing with him.
"You're right."
"I'm always right." he strutted with a proud smile looking straight ahead, making you laugh.
"Can I play music?" You asked looking at him and bringing your hand closer to the power button.
"Sure." He nodded also bringing his hand closer to the stereo, brushing your hand with his.
You knew it was just a touch, and that you're probably acting like a lovesick teenager, but damn it if you didn't feel anything from that simple touch.
He smiled gently, pulling his hand away and concentrating once more on the road, the car falling silent for the remainder of the drive.
The tension could be felt in the air, you could feel it on the way home. It could even be seen with the lights off. You're in love. And it was true love.
The next day you woke up in the guest room in the Sturniolo's house, and you walked to the kitchen when you smelled burning.
You were shocked to see Matt trying to make toast, but to his bad luck, he burned the bread.
"All good?" You asked with an amused smile painted on your lips, Matt looked up quickly at you, trying to hide the mess he had made in the kitchen.
"Yes, of course." He nodded convinced, leaving the toast aside and approached you, putting his arm around your shoulders. "Do you want to go have breakfast somewhere? I pay."
"Okay, just let me change my clothes." You nodded at Matt's shirt that was hanging on your body. He smiled proudly but hid it by clearing his throat when he saw you looking at him.
You were both walking on the sidewalk talking happily, walking towards that hot chocolate shop to take you for breakfast.
The moment was nice, although it was usually like that with him, but for some reason your heart was screaming for you to finally confess your feelings to Matt.
So you did. In a whisper, it was barely heard but he managed to identify what you said.
"I think I love you." And everything suddenly stopped. Even he stopped walking, looking at you puzzled.
"What?"
"Nothing, forget it." you denied starting to walk again but he took your wrist to pull you closer to him.
"Are you serious?" He searched your eyes for some doubt, but he did not find it. You nodded sure of what you feel for him, looking at his eyes as well.
The longest seconds of your life passed as he held your body against his until he finally leaned his face towards yours to kiss you softly. Something strange about him.
His lips moved desperately, as if he had waited a long time to do that, and indeed if it was so. suddenly he separated, moving away from you, denying and cursing. You looked at him confused and tried to touch his arm.
"What's happening?"
"No, this is a mistake, we can't, I don't want to lose what I have with you." And your heart broke with that simple phrase, feeling a pressure in your chest.
"A mistake? What... what does that mean?"
"This shouldn't have happened, forgive me, but I can't." A spark of guilt flickered in his eyes and you swore you couldn't feel worse. "Let's go have breakfast and forget this ever happened."
A sarcastic laugh left your lips and you denied it without being able to believe it.
"No, I'm going home, you're a complete idiot." You ended up walking away from him and once again he tried to grab your arm to stop you but this time you managed to stop him.
The days passed after that day, you tried to avoid any place you knew he would be there, he tried to go look for you at your house but your parents took it upon themselves to drive him away while you watched as he left in his car from your window, still having fresh words that he told you the day you decided to open your heart in front of him.
There were more times when you went to parties with Eider but completely ignored Matt, Nate and Eider made it clear that you didn't want to talk to him at the moment every time he got close to you.
One day, it was raining horribly outside while you were reading a book at your desk and the smell of hot chocolate filled your room. The perfect moment, in your opinion. Then you saw someone's shadow reflected in the balcony window curtain. You took the closest thing to you so you could attack whoever was outside, which is an old tennis racket.
"Open up please, it's me." You identified Matt's voice and frowned, setting the racket aside. You opened the balcony window, effectively seeing Matt, drenched in the rain.
"This is too cliché, even for you." You muttered letting him in.
You quickly looked for a towel to offer it to him and he looked at you.
"Sorry."
"Why? It's okay, right? Isn't that what you said?" You looked at him reprovingly, crossing your arms over your chest.
"I know what I said but it wasn't what I meant." He looked at you with regret and you denied stopping looking at him to look at the ground.
"It's too late, you should leave before my parents..." he quickly cut you off, leaving you stunned by what he said.
"I think I love you too..."
"What?" You looked at him without believing it, he got up from your bed and you looked at the wet place he had left. "You wet my bed."
"I don't care." he murmured approaching you, taking your face in his hands to look at you with adoration. "You're my best friend."
You waited for him to continue speaking and he brought his face close to yours to whisper the words that would make your heart race.
"And I'm in love with my best friend."
He finally met his lips with yours, feeling different this time. He was in love with you, you could hear it in the silence, you could see it even with the lights off, both of you were in love with each other.
After a few seconds you separated and the smiles on your lips were wide, his hand remained on your cheek, caressing it.
‘tis the season, i guess. 𑇓 ⊹ ᳝ ࣪ | ( bf!matt & fem!reader ) angsty fluff + soft hours. established relationship 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐛𝐥𝐞 wc 778
the clock on matt’s bedside table glowed with a faint red hue, its numbers ticking steadily toward 3 a.m. the room was dark except for the soft light from the window, where snow swirled lazily under the streetlamp’s golden glow. the window was cracked open just slightly, enough to let the sharp, wintry air curl its way into the room, nipping at your skin and chilling the tips of your fingers.
you sat by the window, knees drawn tightly to your chest, chin resting against them as you stared out at the falling snow. your breath fogged the glass faintly, though you didn’t notice, lost in the endless rhythm of watching each flake vanish into the ground below.
the world felt unnervingly quiet. it wasn’t the comforting stillness of rest but a hollow kind of silence that stretched far too wide. the kind that let the weight in your chest grow heavier, pressing down until you felt impossibly small. the kind that seemed to amplify the ache that had settled inside you, that had been there for as long as you could remember.
it wasn’t any one thought—not really. it was everything and nothing all at once. that indescribable pull in your chest, a tangle of dread and melancholy that you couldn’t unravel. the exhaustion of it all, of having to do this over and over, year after year, dragging yourself forward when it already felt like too much.
the holidays only made it harder. they brought with them the weight of expectation, of cheer and light and warmth, when all you could feel was the sharp edges of everything you weren’t. no amount of laughter or sparkling lights or soft music could drown out the voice inside, the one that reminded you, over and over, that it would never be enough.
you didn’t notice the cold at first. the way it had seeped into your skin, numbing your fingers, stinging at your nose. you had been downstairs earlier, curled against matt on the couch, the chatter of his family filling the room with a kind of joy you couldn’t quite reach. at some point, you’d drifted away, first in your thoughts and then up here, drawn to the window like it might hold an answer to a question you couldn’t even form.
the door creaked open softly behind you, but you didn’t react. you felt him before you saw him—the shift in the air, the quiet, familiar weight of his presence. matt didn’t say anything as he stepped inside, the door clicking shut gently behind him.
you heard his slow, steady footsteps, the soft sound of his breathing. he didn’t ask what you were doing or why you were up here alone in the cold. he didn’t need to. matt knew. he always knew.
he came to sit beside you, close but not touching, the warmth of him cutting through the chill. for a long moment, he was silent, his gaze following yours out the window. the room filled with the faint sounds of the outside world—the snow brushing against the glass, the distant hum of the heater below.
“you’re freezing,” he said finally, his voice soft, more observation than admonishment.
you didn’t respond, still watching the snow fall.
matt shifted, his movements slow and deliberate, pulling the blanket off the bed and draping it around your shoulders. his hand brushed against your arm as he adjusted it, his touch warm and grounding. he didn’t say anything else, didn’t try to fill the silence or pull you out of whatever space you were trapped in.
instead, he just sat there, his presence steady and unwavering, as if to say, i’m here.
the cold started to ebb away, replaced by the quiet heat radiating from him. you didn’t lean into him—not yet—but you let the weight of the blanket and his closeness pull you back just a little, enough to remind you that you weren’t entirely alone.
when he did move, it was with that same gentle purpose. he slipped his arms around you, lifting you effortlessly, and you let him. let him carry you from the window to the living room, where the christmas tree still glowed faintly in the dark. he set you down on the couch and settled in beside you, pulling you into his lap and wrapping the blanket more securely around you both.
matt didn’t speak again, didn’t try to fix anything or chase the feeling away. he just held you, his chin resting against the top of your head, his arms locked around you like a barrier against the world.
and for the first time that night, the quiet wasn’t so heavy.
𝒢𝜚 💭 ࣪ ✸ 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 ∿ winter blues hitting hard ///: love you all so very much, i know how hard the holidays can be.. please take care of yourselves and your beautiful hearts !!! hugging you all through my screen 🫂 !! credits for the layout inspo to the talented @kiemiu
| summary: Chris puts the condoms Matt got him to use
| warnings: some fluff, smuttt, p in v, stomach bulge, pet names, missionary
not proofread
dividers: @thecutestgrotto
The triplets are recording a new Friday video of “buying each other Christmas gifts”. Matt hands Nick and Chris a small box each wrapped in a blue snowflake design.
“Merry Christmas” Chris says in a funny voice. Nick begins unwrapping his present before his jaw drops. “Did I get the same thing?” Chris asks, a hint of shock on his face.
“I don’t want any nieces or nephews anytime soon” Matt adds.
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I knock on the triplets front door. The door locks click open and I’m welcomed by Nick, “hi” he says with a soft smile, moving so I can enter. “hey Nick, is Chris home?” I ask. He nods “he’s in his room” I nod before heading upstairs to Chris’ room.
I give the door a knock before heading Chris shout for me to come in. “hey baby” he says, pulling his headset off and telling his friends he has to go. He stands up to give me a hug, placing a kiss to the top of my head. I embrace the hug with a small “hi”.
“how was your day” i ask him as i pull away and sit down on his bed. “It was good, we shot our Friday video” he says lying down beside me. “What was it?” I ask him leaning my head on my shoulder. “Buying each other gifts” he states, “Matt got us a present actually” I give him a confused look, “what do you mean ‘us’?” he smirks before walking over to his desk and picking up a blue square box. He hands me the box and sits down next to me, his elbows on his knees as he watches me read the label.
‘Trojan, ultra thin’ I read at the top. My face still puzzled before my eyes travel down to the bottom left corner. ‘36 lubricated latex condoms’ my eyes widen before looking at Chris who is smirking up at me. “You can’t be serious, Matt got you these” I say turning the box and looking at the back. He lets out a low chuckle with a nod. “Oh I’m serious, he wanted to make sure he didn’t have any nieces or nephews anytime soon” he says. I let out a blow shaking my head. He leans back on his elbows looking at me. “So?” he asks. “What?” I reply looking back at him. “We can’t really let them go to waste now can we?” He says putting his hands up in motion.
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After a short text from Matt saying him and Nick were heading out to the mall for a bit Chris did not hesitate to stick to his word. Breathy sighs escape my lips as Chris kisses around my neck moving down to my breasts. He kisses down pulling my his hoodie off of me. The hoodie is discarded somewhere on the floor leaving me in my black lace bra. Chris continues his slow kisses down my stomach before playing with the waistband of my sweats
“Chris” I sigh out. “What baby, what do you want?” He asks, trailing his fingers across my stomach under my waistband. I let out a whine, “you” he chuckles “what do you want from me baby hm?” I let out a groan throwing my head in the pillows “I want you, inside me” Chris lets out a hum before slowly pulling down my sweats.
Finally after a tortured time of Chris taking my sweats off slowly, I was finally left in just my lace set. I prop myself up on my elbows as Chris stands at the end of the bed looking down at me, the bulge in his grey sweats showing more and more. “Fuck” he breathes out. I smile up at him as he wipes his face with his right hand.
“God— you’re so fucking perfect” he admits, his eyes scanning my figure. I bite my lip and smile as he loosens his sweatpants and kicks them off before crawling over me. I let out a giggle as I fall back on the bed, Chris’ face hovering over mine. A moment of silence as we both scan each others features. I smile up at Chris when we both make eye contact.
“I don’t know what I did to deserve such a beautiful girl” I smile and blush at his words, “i love you” I say wrapping my arms around his neck. Chris placing his lips on mine and hums. “I love you too, but this beautiful girl is going to get fucked like a slut hmm?” He whispers against my lips as he tucks a hair behind my ear. I nod and hum biting my lip. He smirks before reaching for the box on his nightstand. He takes out one condom ripping it open with his teeth and spitting the wrapper out on the floor. He slips off my lace underwear.
He rolls it on his hard cock before shifting above me. I place my hands up above my head as he moves over me. I feel him trace the tip across my folds before pushing the head in. I let out a breathy sigh, my body slightly shivering. Chris placed both his hands beside me caging me in as he continues pushing inside me until he bottoms out. “Fuuuckk, so tight” he groans. He looks down to where both our bodies connect before slowly moving in and out of me. I let out small groans still getting used to the feeling.
Squelching noises are heard as Chris starts to pick up the pace. I let out moans and whines trying to grasp into a pillow behind me. “Does my little slut like getting fucked like this huh? does she want Matt buying me condoms more often hm?” Chris pants watching my face contorting in pleasure. “Mmmm— y-yes” I moan. He laughs at my reaction “tsk tsk such a whore for me aren’t you? Love being fucked by my cock when my brothers aren’t home” I let out a loud moan as Chris hits my g-spot inside me, my back arching.
Chris pulls my legs up to place them both over his shoulders before leaning down to my face practically bending me in half. “You like my big cock don’t you?” He asks. All I can do in response is moan. Chris grabs my jaw forcing me to look at him, “words baby, words” my jaw goes slack as I nod, “yes yes yes FUCK” I scream. Chris lets out his own groan looking down at the bulge in my stomach. “Look at that, look how well you’re taking me ma” he says before pressing on the bulge, I let out a strangled moan, my back arching off the bed as my knuckles go white from gripping onto the pillow behind my head.
“Chris— FUCK” I moan. “I’m so close ma cmon” he grunts dropping his head into my neck. His hips continue rutting up into me as I wrap my arms around him causing me to scratch his back. “Chris please” I moan. He reaches between us and moves slow circles on my clit causing my body to tremble beneath him. “Let go baby” he says. My body quivers beneath him as I release, he rides me through my high before fucking his cum into me with a few long groans and moans before moving my legs and dropping onto me.
I wrap my arms around his neck panting out. “Jesus Christ— that was, amazing” I say with a breathy laugh. Chris chuckles against me trying to catch his breathe.
“Best gift I’ve ever gotten” Chris says causing me to laugh
a/n: I’m back!! I have a few works in my drafts so I’m gonna try force motivation to write them anyways here something to feed yall🤍 love yall I missed you
