ⓘ stepbro!chris x bratty!stepsis!reader, smut, fluff (if you squint hehe), jealousy, financial domination, brat taming, dry humping, oral (m!receiving), slapping (you in the face with his cock 🤭), choking, dacryphilia, heavy degradation with a mix of praise, rough sex
"Wow. You look-" Chris stopped dead in his tracks when he caught a glimpse of you at the top of the stairs, stealing his breath away. He eyed you up and down, taking in the sight of you in that black dress he loved, and a pair of red pumps.
"I know," you smirked. He stood in awe of you, slackjawed as you floated down to the first floor. You reached out and gently caressed his freshly-shaved jawline. "You don't look so bad yourself." And you meant it. He looked hotter than you'd ever seen him.
Chris stood up a little straighter, adjusting his tie and swallowing the lump in his throat. He couldn't hide the way heat climbed up his collar or the pink blush dusting his cheeks. What the fuck's gotten into me, he wondered to himself.
Chris wasn't the type to get flustered when women oggled him the way you were right now, but you were the exception, and he could tell how badly you wanted him. It was written all over your face, that lip-bitten look you had and the hungry twinkle in your eye.
His gaze dropped to your dress again, his eyes tracing your curves in the snug fabric. You tossed your hair over your shoulder, the scent of your vanilla perfume wafting through the air, taunting him. You heard a soft sigh and a chuckle before Chris started to shift around on his feet, very clearly adjusting his slacks that were growing tighter by the second. You quickly caught wind of what was going on.
"Do you have a boner right now?" You accused him, crinkling your nose as a teasing grin swelled on your face, another thing about your features he couldn't resist.
"Fuck off," he laughed, shaking his head. "'Course I do. You kiddin' me?" He admitted, reaching out and resting a hand on your hip.
The two of you shared a brief look, the kind of eye contact that lingered, that look that somehow said everything and nothing all at once. For a moment, you wondered how you ever disliked him or thought he was an asshole.
"C'mon. I made reservations at that restaurant you like," Chris replied, catching a glimpse of the time and snaking his arm around your waist, his hand settling on the small of your back as he lead you towards the front door. "If we hurry, we can have a quickie on the way."
Poof. The moment was gone.
You stopped and stomped your foot. "Chris!" You huffed and pouted. "I want tonight to be romantic! Not just you doing the bare minimum and trying to get into my pants before we even get to the restaurant. Did you even get me a box of chocolates? Or roses?"
He gave you the first eyeroll of the night. "God, you're such a brat," he scoffed, his tone shifting. "I'm already buying you dinner at some fancy fuckin' uppity rich fuck restaurant where the sushi is like $36 a plate, already paid for the hotel room, and now you want fuckin' roses, too? What d'ya think I am? Your boyfriend?"
You'd heard him ask that a million times, but for some reason, this time, it genuinely hurt. This was an ongoing fight between the two of you. Chris didn't wanna put a label on things, and you thought it was silly not to, because whether it had a label or not, the two of you did everything together that couples did.
"Chris, you're literally taking me out on Valentine's Day," you narrowed your gaze at him, tightening your jaw. "Plus, it's not like you're fucking anyone else."
"As far as you know," he mumbled back without skipping a beat.
"What the fuck!? What's that supposed to mean?" You crossed your arms, shooting daggers at him with your eyes.
"C'mon, c'mon. We're gonna be late!" He rushed you out the door, avoiding your question.
"At least I'm not the only one then," you shrugged as you followed him out onto the porch, a contemptuous smirk creeping into your expression, knowing the comment would mess with his head. Chris stopped and whipped around.
"What? What the fuck did you just say t'me?" He asked through clenched teeth, taking a step closer to you, his nostrils flaring in anger.
"What? You can fuck other people but I can't?" You challenged him, cocking an eyebrow.
"You're paying for that comment when we get to the hotel room tonight." You saw his tensed jaw twitch in the glow of the porch light before he snatched you by the wrist and led you towards the car. You stomped down the driveway, sighing loudly enough for Chris to hear over the click of your heels hitting the pavement in annoyance.
"Get in," he demanded, his voice strict and stern. He still opened your door for you, a gesture that softened your demeanor. You climbed in, settling into your seat, and Chris shut the door behind you before circling around to the other side of the car and sliding into the driver's seat.
Before starting the car, he glanced over at you, giving you a more serious look. "Open the glove box." His voice was softer than before. You were hesitant, worried something would jump out at you or that it was some kind of setup. You narrowed your gaze at him skeptically, slowly reaching for the glove box and popping it open.
Your jaw dropped, and your heart fluttered in your ribcage when a single red rose appeared, falling out of the glove box and into your lap. You gasped, your facial features softening.
"See? I got you a rose. If ya could just be patient for five fuckin' seconds, ya wouldn't ruin your surprise and hurt your own fuckin' feelings," he gruffed in response, rolling his eyes again and starting up the car, his engine roaring to life.
"Chris, it's beautiful," you replied, holding the flower by the stem and twirling it around between your fingers, your eyes flickering between the red petals and Chris' pretty blue eyes.
"Yeah, yeah," he waved you off, placing a steady hand on the back of your headrest and peering over his shoulder as he backed out of the driveway. "Is it still a no to the quickie?"
You huffed, rolling your eyes, all the answer he needed.
"Alright, alright. I just had to check," he sighed, his hard cock fighting against the fabric of his slacks. "You're killin' me here."
The drive was quiet between the two of you, but Chris' playlist playing over the car speaker filled the empty space. You felt the subtle vibrations of the tires hitting the pavement as Chris sped down the highway, one steady hand on the steering wheel and the other gripping your thigh.
You watched out the window as the lights of the city came into view. They represented more to you than just a fun night out or being with Chris. You'd always secretly dreamed of leaving your life behind and running away to a place like this, where the nightlife is lively and you're surrounded by people who don't know your name. You craved the anonymity.
Chris found a parking spot fairly quickly, perfectly between the hotel room and the restaurant. You nervously bit down on your lip as the two of you approached the entrance, silently kicking yourself for thinking a place like this wouldn't be packed in the city on Valentine's Day.
You were just about to suggest you go somewhere else as the two of you stepped into the crowded area, but Chris went straight up to the host stand, said something to the woman at the counter, and slipped her a piece of paper or something. You couldn't quite tell.
You wrinkled your nose in confusion as the hostess walked the two of you to a booth located in the back, mostly away from the crowd. You each sat across from one other with your menus, already knowing what you were going to order.
"Wow. You made reservations?" You wondered, impressed by the fact that he'd actually planned ahead for once.
"You don't need reservations when you have $50," Chris shrugged, glancing up from his menu.
You scoffed and rolled your eyes. "So you didn't even make reservations? We drove all the way here, and you just slip the hostess a $50 and hope she seats us right away? What if she didn't?"
"Relax. She did. If she hadn't, I would have just slipped her more money," he replied as if the answer was obvious.
"That's not the point, Chris. I just wanna feel like you care and like you plan ahead-" you started, but Chris cut you off.
"You're sittin' your ass in a chair, aren't ya? We got a table right away. What's it matter how we got here? Why're ya arguin' about nothin'?" Chris snarked back, tightening his jaw, almost offended that you'd accused him of not caring even though not caring was his whole personality.
The waiter approached the table, temporarily breaking up the tension between the two of you. He introduced himself. You couldn't help but to notice he was quite handsome. "Can I get you folks something to drink tonight?"
In an attempt to get under Chris' skin, you propped your elbows up on the table, interlacing your fingers and resting them under your chin as you faced the attractive server. You batted your lashes in his direction.
"Max, was it?" You repeated his name back to him in a tender voice. "I really wanted to get some wine, but I'm torn on which one. Which is your favorite?" You could feel Chris' stare boring into you from out of the corner of your eye as you checked out the waiter.
"I really like the red cab," he replied with an uncertainty in his voice, giving you a shrug.
"A man of taste. I like that," you replied, biting down on your lip as you oggled the server. You stared directly back over at Chris who looked like he wanted to kill you as you ordered. "I'll have a bottle of the red cab. Thanks."
Chris sunk into his seat with an audible sigh, his wallet hurting from how high of a bill you were planning on ringing up tonight. "I'll just get whatever amber you have on draft," Chris said, giving the waiter a cold stare, warning him not to give into whatever game you were playing before he disappeared to go get your drinks.
"What the fuck are you doing?" Chris snarled through clenched teeth, his serious blue eyes lingering on yours.
"Just having dinner," you shrugged back, your cool demeanor pissing him off even more.
"You're such a bitch," he grumbled under his breath.
"So are you," you mouthed-off, giving him a tight-lipped smile, knowing he was plotting all the ways in his head he was going to teach you a lesson once the two of you made your way to the hotel room tonight.
Soon after, the waiter dropped off your wine bottle, corking it open. "Wow, you have such strong hands," you giggled, watching him handle the wine bottle opener, earning a kick from Chris under the table. The server chuckled nervously, placing the bottle and a glass in front of you and Chris' beer in front of him.
"Could you pour it for me?" You sweetly asked, fluttering your eyelashes at the waiter again.
"Of course, sure," he replied, picking up the fancy bottle and pouring the dark red liquid into your wine glass as you peered up at him with your doe eyes. "You guys ready to order?" He asked, unable to take his eyes off you.
Chris started to open his mouth like he was going to speak, but you cut him off before he could. "Let's see. How about two spring rolls, two egg rolls, two plates of the rainbow roll, two plates of the dragon roll, three of the shrimp tempura rolls, two of the spicy-" you started going down the menu.
Chris interrupted you, clearing his throat. "I think that's all for now."
"Chris. It's Valentine's Day," you said, putting him on the spot in front of the waiter. Chris tightened his jaw. You gave him a sly grin before finishing up, knowing he had to act a certain way because the two of you were in public. "Two of the spicy tuna rolls. Then we'll also get an order of the crab rangoons and an order of the chicken tsukune," you glanced back up at the waiter with a sultry look, shutting your menu.
"Alright, I'll go put the order in right away," he replied, a bit confused by yours and Chris' dynamic, but not caring much as long as he got tipped well.
The two of you sat quietly for a moment, intensely staring at eachother as if you were silently challenging one another to see who would crack and speak first. You held your glass of wine up to your painted lips, leaving behind a faint red lipstick stain on the rim as you sipped from it.
"Oh, you're really asking for it, aren't ya?" Chris muttered under his breath, shaking his head before taking a gulp of his beer.
"You're not being very gentlemanly tonight," you pouted from across the table at your stepbrother.
"Oh, ya think I'm not being a gentleman now? Just wait 'til ya see the way I treat ya tonight when we get to the hotel," Chris rasped back, his nostrils flaring in frustration.
Your breath hitched in your throat at his insinuation, a throbbing beginning between your legs. You studied Chris' handsome features, his sharp jawline, his freshly-shaved face, and his hair that fell perfectly in place despite the fact that he never used any product. You glanced down at the way he fiddled with his ring, admiring his veiny hands.
He could seduce you so easily. Just when you thought you hated him, he could reel you back in with just a look, and suddenly, you couldn't get enough again. As if he could read you like a book, a smirk tugged at the corner of his luscious lips. "Ya tryin' to have a quickie in the bathroom before the waiter gets back?"
"You're such a pig. I'm not having sex with you in a public restroom on Valentine's Day," you scoffed, crossing your arms over your chest despite how tempting it sounded. "Did you even book a hotel room? Or were you planning on slipping the receptionist a $50 and expecting a vacant hotel room to just magically appear?"
"Jesus. You're insufferable. Yes, I made a reservation," he replied, rolling his blue eyes, his smile fading.
The server returned with some of your plates a few minutes later. "Alright. Rest of it will be out soon. Can I get you guys anything else while you wait?"
"Do you think you could top me off?" You flirtatiously asked him, trying to make Chris jealous. "My glass, I mean," you clarified giving him a playful giggle.
"Uh, sure. Say when," the waiter responded, tipping the bottle and filling your glass with dark red liquid until it wss almost all the way full.
"Perfect! Thank you," you replied, looking Chris dead in the eye as you took a long sip.
Your server awkwardly excused himself, wandering off to go get the rest of the food.
"You're way too comfortable," Chris shook his head, his stare growing more serious the second.
"Oh, come on. I'm having so much fun. You're always the one in charge," you sulked.
"You have a real sick sense of foreplay, ya know that? You can't seriously be getting wet over that guy," Chris scowled, glancing over at your waiter as he took another table's order.
"So what if I am?" You snarked back, holding your glass to your lips and taking a gulp of wine. You weren't actually, but you were wet over making Chris think you were getting wet over another guy.
"I'm not playin' anymore. It was cute at first but now you're pissin' me off," he gruffed back, wearing a look of contempt on his face.
"Show me how pissed you are then," you teased him, cocking your head to the side.
"Why don't ya just shut your pretty little whore mouth unless you're gonna use it for somethin' better than mouthin' off, hmm?"
You were silenced for once. Your stomach turned with arousal, loving the way he knew exactly how to shut you up and put you in your place. You couldn't wait for him to get his strong hands on you once the two of you finished up.
The waiter arrived with the last of your food, the ceramic plates filled with different kinds of sushi taking up the last of the free space on the mahogany table. "Can I get you guys anything else?"
"Yeah. Hey, Max," Chris replied, jealousy pumping through his veins as he reached into his wallet and grabbed another $50. "Don't come back to the table for the rest of the night." Chris stared intensely at the server, trying to intimidate him.
"Uh, yes, sir." He didn't argue. He didn't want to. He just wanted to get far away from whatever power struggle the two of you were engaging in. He placed the checkbook down on the table in front of Chris and hurried off.
"Hey, I liked him," you replied, sticking your bottom lip out at Chris and giving him sad puppy dog eyes.
"Yeah, a little too much." Chris rolled his eyes at you in annoyance. He picked up the check, glancing at the total before glaring back over at you. "Oh, you expensive little slut."
You gave him a smile before shoving a rainbow roll into your mouth followed by a swig of your red wine. The food was delicious. You saved what you couldn't eat, planning to scarf it down over the kitchen sink in the hotel room at 2 a.m.
Chris ushered you out of the restaurant, keeping a firm grip on your arm as the two of you walked past your waiter. You gave him a flirtatious wave as you staggered out the door. "Don't fuckin' look at him," Chris growled in your ear, tightening his hold on you.
Chris marched you the few blocks to the hotel, the sexual tension raging between the two of you the entire way.
Before you knew it, the two of you were stumbling into the hotel room, Chris' hands tangled in your hair and his lips devouring yours. He shut the door behind you, roughly pushing you up against it. He pulled away to catch his breath, his blue eyes burning through you. "You were such a fuckin' whore tonight," he breathlessly whispered. "Now I'm gonna treat you like one."
His lips crashed into yours once more, his grip on your hair tightening. He tilted your head, trapping the sensitive flesh of your neck between his teeth. You softly moaned at the sensation, wrapping your legs around his waist. He lifted your heels off the floor and carried you to the bed, pulling you on top of him, your hands wandering each other's bodies with a sense of urgency.
He slithered out of his black blazer as you tugged on his tie, using it to steady you as you started grinding against him. You could feel him throbbing through the fabric of his slacks, eliciting a moan from you that vibrated against Chris' lips. His hands wandered to your waist, guiding your movements, encouraging you, your dress riding up as you straddled him, the patch on the front of your panties growing increasingly wet.
"You're such a depraved little slut," Chris rasped in your ear. "Hittin' on the waiter while you're out to dinner with me. Runnin' up the tab for no reason. This all you needed to behave? You just needed my cock?" He cooed softly.
You confirmed with a whimper as you continue humping him like a dog in heat. "Please," you begged, feeling your self-respect crumble. You reached for his belt, unbuckling it.
"Hey, not so fast," he stopped you. "If ya want me to fuck you, you're gonna have to suck it first."
You dropped to your knees in front of him, still fiddling with his belt, the buckle clanking against itself. He peered down at you lovingly, his facial features softening when he thought about how good your mouth was going to feel.
"That's it. Good girl. Good fuckin' girl," he whispered to you, cupping your face and looking into your eyes as you undid the button on his jeans, your fingers skillfully releasing his throbbing cock in a matter of seconds. You watched in awe as it sprung out of the restrictive fabric, the tip glimmering with precum that had already started to pearl at his slit. "You had your fun draining my pockets. Now you're gonna drain my cock, yeah?"
You swooned at the way he spoke to you. He wrapped his fingers around his hard length, his other hand guiding your head. He gently tapped his mushroom-shaped tip against your plump, red lips, urging you to open up. You obeyed his silent direction, parting your lips to let him in.
"Stick out that pretty tongue of yours," he ordered you, admiring the pretty sight of you kneeled down in front of him. You did as he said, and he repeated the same action, slapping the tip of his cock against your tongue, exciting every nerve ending. He groaned, slipping it into your mouth and combing your hair out of the way with his fingers.
"You're gonna suck it real good, and you're gonna say you're sorry for embarrassin' me tonight," he huskily told you, driving his tip into the back of your throat and causing you to choke before pulling it out again.
"I'm sorry," you pouted from between his legs, a mixture of your saliva and his precum already dripping down your chin.
"Sh, sh. I know you are. Little slut." He shoved it into your mouth again without warning.
Chris lifted his hips off the bed, thrusting into your mouth over and over again, your makeup starting to run the harder he fucked your face. He tipped his head back, moans spilling from his lips as he felt the inside of your soft mouth sliding up and down over every vein. He continued to plunge his hard length into your mouth with a newfound vigor, listening to the sweet sound of you gagging on him.
"Cock hungry little slut. Can't get enough, can you?" He cooed, making you take every inch and smudging your makeup. "Look at me." Your watery eyes flicked up at him, mascara-stained tears streaking down your face. He nearly melted at the sight, his cock pulsing between your lips.
He wrapped his fist around your hair, using his hand as a makeshift ponytail and forcing your head up and down. He panted heavily, every stuttered breath bringing him closer to the edge, the knot in his stomach pulling tighter with every slurp and gag from you. "Maybe I should've let the waiter take you home, so I wouldn't have to deal with your bullshit."
You moaned around his cock. His degrading words held a certain kind of power over you. You loved the shocking and demeaning things that came out of his mouth whenever the two of you fucked, especially after you'd pissed him off.
He lifted your head by your hair, and you pulled off of him with a pop. He peered down at you in the dim hotel room lighting, your mascara and eyeliner bleeding down your face and the lipstick ring that stained his shaft. "Fuck. Look at you. So pretty when you're cryin' for me," he purred, his voice growing softer, taking in the sight.
He was torn between wanting to cherish you, hold you, make love to you more passionately than he ever had and wanting to break you.
"Tell me you love me," he whispered huskily, one hand in your hair and the other wrapped around his cock, slapping it against your mascara-stained cheek.
You ached between your legs, arousal pooling in your panties at the contrast between the sweet nothings that fell from his lips and the deviant act of him rhythmically slapping his heavy length against your face while you looked up at him through your tears.
"I love you," you whispered back before he roughly shoved his cock back into your mouth, his hips thrusting off the mattress until his tip repeatedly hit the back of your throat. He threw his head back, his eyes fluttering shut as a resounding moan passed through his lips. He forced your head down more, using his hold on your hair as leverage again while he fucked your pretty little mouth.
"Good girl. You take it so fuckin' good." His cock throbbed against your lips that were perfectly stretched around him, a white-hot pleasure starting to take over. He tugged you off of him once again, a shiny strand of saliva connecting your lips to his cockhead glimmering in the light.
"Ya want me to fuck you?" He cooed softly, brushing his thumb against your cheek. You nodded eagerly from between his legs, your knees burning from the rough ground beneath you. "Gotta beg for it. And make it convincing," he smirked down at you, slowly stroking his length and feeling it pulse in his grasp.
"Please. I need it," you pleaded, your big eyes on his.
"Beg harder. C'mon. I know you can," he replied, tapping his tip on your bottom lip.
"Chris. Please fuck me. I need you," you whined, your voice growing needy. "Please."
He leaned down, tilting your chin up with a finger, his lips capturing yours again. He pulled you to your feet, and you wrapped your legs around his waist again. He spun you around in his arms, laying you down on the bed.
His hand brushed against the outside of your thigh as he hiked up your little black dress, his tongue begging entrance into your mouth. He ran his fingertips down your leg, slowly pulling off your red pumps, one by one as they clattered to the floor.
Then he slithered his hand between your thighs, roughly pulling your panties to the side and lining his swollen tip up with your entrance. He prodded around, feeling your arousal coat his cockhead, a soft moan passing through his lips.
"Fuck. You're soaked," he commented, finding your hole and brutally entering you. You could feel your walls flutter around his length as he started to move inside of you. "Tell me it's all mine," he rasped into your ear under his shallow breath.
"It's all yours, Chris. All yours," you managed to get out, your back arching off the soft mattress beneath you. Your eyes rolled back into your head as he picked up the pace, the strokes, long and deep. His lips latched onto a sensitive part of your neck, suckling on your flesh. Moans unfurled from your lips as your nails dug at the long-white sleeved dress shirt he wore on his back. He smirked against the crook of your neck at how effortlessly he could have you crumbling beneath him.
"Take it. Take it like the depraved little slut you are," he told you, using every ounce of willpower to keep him from cumming on the spot. His words coupled with his cock driving into you at a relentless pace had your pussy drooling and softly squelching around him.
You clawed at his shirt again, your nails dragging down his back through the fabric. He pulled back for a moment, his thrusts slowing as he loosened his tie and started to undo his white button down. You peered up at him, admiring his chest and his arms in the low lighting as he tugged the fabric off.
He reached down, placing two fingers on opposite sides of your throat, restricting your airway as he started to pound into you again, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room.
You could feel pressure building in your lower belly, threatening to unravel you any minute now. You let out a strangled moan that was muffled by the way Chris was pressing on your throat, tears flowing freely from your eyes at how wonderful it felt.
You looked into his perfect blue eyes that looked just as glossed over as yours, his brows furrowing together in a look of sheer bliss. His jaw hung slack, groans and pants pouring from his lips. He looked beautiful and the sight was alone was enough to push you over the edge.
Your back bowed off of the bed once more, your legs shaking and your muscles spasming. You clenched around his thick cock, driving him over the edge seconds later. Like a wave crashing down over both of you, you and Chris succumbed to the sensation, allowing it to wash over you and pull you under its intensity.
He smirked down at you, his cock twitching inside of you and pumping you full of his silky white seed. The orgasm was powerful and earthshattering. He collapsed onto you, heaving as he tried to call his breath back to him. You stared up at the ceiling, struggling to focus your eyes as you tried to recover with him still pulsing inside of you.
"So much for romance," you chuckled, seeing stars still.
Chris laughed, pulling out of you and finally pulling himself to his feet. He wandered off to the bathroom, grabbing a towel and wetting it, so you could clean the ruined makeup off your face. "Hey, this is romance for us."
dividers by @/uzmacchiato
a/n: thank you for reading 🌹 happy valentine's day!
cw: explicit sexual content, masturbation, use of vibrator, squirting. dni if anything makes you uncomfortable! based of this !NSFW X link!
it had been one of those study sessions where the library lights felt like they were burning straight into your skull. finals week had you in a chokehold, you’d been hunched over your laptop for hours, and your brain felt like it was leaking out through your ears.
so the second you walked into your shared apartment, all you cared about was getting to your room and finally shutting the world off.
you didn’t hear chris anywhere - no music thumping from his room, no girl giggling at his cheesy jokes in the kitchen, no sound of him gaming and yelling at his brothers. you didn’t know if he was out or asleep, but either way you didn’t hear him, and that was good enough.
you tossed your backpack somewhere near your desk, kicked off your shoes, and crawled onto the bed without even bothering to change. your body was sore, your head was pounding, and you deserved to finally feel good.
reaching over to your nightstand, you pulled out a pretty purple vibrator from the top drawer. you thought about pulling your yoga pants and underwear down, but you were in one of those moods where taking your time sounded much better.
flicking the toy on, you began to press it against yourself over the cloth. you started light, just barely feeling the teasing buzz through thing fabric. exhaling, your head tipped back into the pillows as the tension you’d been carrying all afternoon started to lesson. it didn’t take long before you were breathing a little harder and soft whines began to escape your lips.
you let your eyes fall shut, breathing deeper, letting the moment drag out the way you wanted. the only noise you heard were the low hums of the toy and your own quiet sounds, everything else faded away - until the soft click of your bedroom door opening cut straight through it.
“yo, have you seen my-”
chris walked in glued to his phone, not even looking up. “i can’t find my lighter, i was gonna go smoke-” then he finally raised his head, stopped mid-step, and blinked twice. “…the fuck are you doing?”
you didn’t even bother flinching. the vibrator was still buzzing quietly in your hand, pressed against the inside of your thigh now instead of between your legs, but you didn’t scramble to hide it or freak out, you just sighed.
“ugh are you serious, i thought you weren’t here,” you said casually.
anyone else in this situation would’ve been mortified - caught spread out on their bed, shirt rolled up, with a vibrator still in their hand. but living with chris? there wasn’t a lot left to be embarrassed about. the man practically had a punch card for how many girls he brought home every week. if it wasn’t the moaning at 2 a.m., it was him loudly oversharing every detail of his sex life like it was basic roommate conversation. nothing shocked him, and nothing you did was ever gonna be worse than anything he’s already done.
so no, it wasn’t awkward. at least… not for you two.
you lifted the vibrating toy off your thigh, letting it buzz uselessly in your hand. “your lighter’s on the counter,” you said, nodding toward the kitchen.
chris didn’t move. you didn’t notice at first - not until you realized he was staring directly at you. not your face. not the room. you. still half-reclined, shirt bunched up, with your toy humming softly between your fingers.
“chris,” you said, narrowing your eyes. “you’re staring. can you get out?”
he didn’t even pretend to feel guilty. if anything, he looked amused, like he’d just walked in on his favorite show.
“you weren’t even holding it right,” he said, leaning against your doorway. “that setting’s not strong enough for you.”
you couldn’t help but laugh, heat crawling up your chest - not embarrassment, but irritation. and maybe a tiny bit of adrenaline.
“then do it better,” you fired back before you could even think twice. his eyebrows lifted slowly, lips twitching like you’d just handed him the biggest win of his life.
chris didnt need to hear anything else, immediatly pushing off the doorframe and kicking the door shut behind him with his heel. the mattress dipped when he sat on the edge of your bed, close enough that his knee knocked yours. you answered by letting your thighs fall open a little wider before you nudged the still buzzing toy into his palm.
he turned it over in his hand like he was inspecting it, thumb brushing the buttons. “doing it over your clothes, huh?” he asked. the vibrator came to life again under his grip and he dragged it slow, lazy circles over the seam of your yoga pants, right where a tiny dark patch was already soaking through.
“what’s the point of covering yourself up? you know it’ll feel a lot better without all this in the way.” you exhaled shakily, hips rolling up into the pressure before you could stop yourself. “the restriction makes it better sometimes,” you managed, words already starting to wobble. “like… you want it so bad but you can’t quite-”
chris clicked the toy up two settings without warning, grinding it down harder at the same time.
your sentence snapped off into a broken moan. your finger flew to grip his wrist - not to stop him, just to hold on - while your other hand shoved under your sweatshirt to palm your own tit.
the buzz was brutal now, vibrating straight through the layers, and the thin seam of your pants kept it pinned right against your clit. “f-fuck, chris-”
“you like that?” he murmured, leaning in until his mouth brushed your ear. “this is what’ll actually make you feel good.” he pulled the toy up for half a second, enough for your breath to steady, then pressed even harder, rolling the head in tight circles that had your thighs trembling.
“look at you, already shaking. you needed help to get like this, huh? should’ve just asked, baby.”
you arched, head sinking deeper into the pillows, and that was all the invitation he needed. chris’s mouth found the side of your neck, placing hot, open-mouthed kisses trailing up to your jaw before he caught skin between his teeth and sucked a mark that made you whine even louder. he bit down lightly, soothed it with his tongue, then did it again higher up while the vibrator kept its ruthless pace between your legs.
the pressure he had between your legs became meaner. he angled the vibrator so the edge caught your clit on every cruel circle, his teeth scraping a spot under your ear while his free hand slid up your sweatshirt and pinched your nipple hard enough to make you cry out.
your hips were grinding shamelessly now, chasing it, the wet patch in your yoga pants growing darker and more obvious with every throb. “chris- fuck- i’m gonna-”
“yeah you are,” he growled against your throat, “come on, make a fucking mess for me. soak those pretty little pants.”
and you did. the orgasm slammed into you like a freight train, thighs clamping around his hand as you shook and whined, a visible dark stain blooming across the crotch of your gray yoga pants, spreading down the inside of one thigh.
chris pulled the toy back just to stare, his lips parting. “Jesus Christ, look at that.”
you were still panting, aftershocks twitching through you, but that didn’t stop you from hooking your thumbs in the waistband and shoving everything - pants and ruined panties - down your legs in one impatient yank.
the cool air hit your soaked skin and you shivered, kicking the soaked fabric off the bed. chris’s gaze dragged down your body slow and filthy, then he stood up just long enough to shove his own sweats and boxers down. his cock sprung out hard and already leaking.
this wasn’t the first time he’d seen you naked, and it definitely wasn’t the first time you’d seen his dick either. hell, you’ve felt it in your hands, your mouth, even in between your tits - but never inside you. fooling around with chris was fine, but actual sex? off limits. that was your only rule. you weren’t about to be another girl on his endless list especially when he was inside someone new practically every night.
you reached over for the purple toy as chris crawled back onto the bed and he immediately noticed the look on your face. “have you ever used a vibrator?” you asked, voice syrupy sweet.
he snorted, positioning himself between your legs. “pretty sure i just used one on you, like, thirty seconds ago.”
before he could fully settle his body down on the bed, you turned the tiny toy on, dragging the buzzing head up the inside of your thigh, teasing yourself for a second before flipping it around.
chris had been so focused on your expression that he didn’t even notice you’d turned the base toward him until you pressed the vibrating tip flat against the slick head of his cock.
his whole body jolted. “f- fuck-” the word cracked in half. his hips jerked forward like he couldn’t help it, precome smearing across the toy as the vibrations hit him full force. you kept it right there, circling slow, watching his abs clench and his mouth fall open on a broken whimper that sounded nothing like the cocky asshole who’d walked in you room ten minutes ago.
“i meant, have you ever used a vibrator for your own pleasure, chris.” you murmured, echoing his earlier tone, all fake-innocent.
another twitch of your wrist and you slid the toy down his length, letting it buzz against the thick vein underneath. his head dropped forward, forehead pressing hard into your shoulder, both hands fisting the pillows beside your head while he let out tiny grunts into your chest.
you gave him maybe ten seconds of pure torture before you pulled it away just long enough to settle the toy right back where it belonged: pressed firm against your clit, his cock resting heavy and leaking on top of the toy so every pulse vibrated through both of you at once.
“i thought you said no sex.” chris could barely get his words out.
“were not fucking,” you whispered against his temple, rocking your hips enough to make his dick slide over the slick mess between your legs, the vibrator trapped and buzzing mercilessly against you both. “just… sharing.”
he made a pathetic, overwhelmed sound and bit down on your shoulder to muffle it, hips rolling in tiny, helpless thrusts like he couldn’t stop himself.
chris’s arms began to shake, it was getting harder and harder for him to keep himself up so he quickly shifted. now, his knees were planted wide between yours and he slid them forward until they pressed under your thighs, forcing your legs to fall open even further.
the new angle had you completely spread for him. you tried to keep the vibrator steady, but he plucked it from your fingers “gimme that,” he rasped.
one big hand closed around the toy as he pressed it down hard, right on your clit, pinning it there so the vibrations dug in deep. with his other hand he wrapped around the base of his cock and pushed himself down heavier on top of the buzzing head, trapping the toy between your slick folds and his leaking tip.
the pressure doubled, tripled, every pulse slamming through both of you at once.
“fuck, there we go,” he groaned, rolling his hips slow so his length dragged back and forth over the vibrator, smearing your wetness and his precome into a messy glide.
his knees spread you wider still, thighs trembling under you, and the stretch burned in the best way. you couldn’t close your legs if you wanted to now; he had you pinned open and shaking, the toy buzzing so hard you felt it in your teeth.
he leaned forward just enough that his forehead almost touched yours. “feel that?” he panted, grinding down in a filthy circle that made you both whine.
your hands flew to his shoulders, nails digging in because holy shit you’ve never felt so good, the vibrations almost unbearable now that he controlled the pressure, the angle, and every ruthless second of it.
“fuck- chris, I’m so close-” you gasped, back bowing off the bed, thighs shaking hard against his knees. he laughed, low and mean, grinding the vibrator even harder. “already? you were the one who started this, baby. can’t even last-”
“no, no, it’s- fuck- it’s too much- ” your voice cracked because it wasn’t an orgasm building, it was something bigger.
his cock had been sliding through the mess you’d both made, and every time he rolled his hips the blunt head kept nudging right against your entrance- once, twice, again- teasing, grazing, almost slipping in. you weren’t sure if he was doing it on purpose or if the wetness just made it impossible to avoid, but every graze made you crazier.
your stomach clenched so hard it hurt, pressure coiling tighter and tighter until you couldn’t breathe. “chris, wait-”
but he didn’t wait. he rocked his hips harder, grinding the toy in cruelly. he kept this going until you finally snapped.
“fuck- chris!” you screamed, actually screamed . a gush of wet heat exploded out of you, squirting hard around the buzzing toy, splashing up his abs, his cock, the sheets, everywhere.
your whole body seized, hips jerking helplessly in his grip while you soaked everything in messy, pulsing waves. the sound was obscene, wet and loud, and you couldn’t stop - another spurt, another broken moan ripping out of your throat louder than you’d ever heard yourself.
chris groaned like he’d been punched, eyes blown wide. “holy fuck-” he kept the vibrator pinned right where it was, forcing you through it, making the mess worse with every cruel second.
your mess coated his hand, dripped down his thighs, and the sight of you completely falling apart under him snapped something in his brain.
“shit- fuck-” his rhythm stuttered, cock jerking against the toy once, twice, and then he was coming too, thick ropes painting your stomach, mixing with the mess you’d already made.
he shuddered hard, forehead dropping to yours, both of you panting like you’d run a marathon while the toy kept buzzing between your bodies.
chris kept the toy in place for just a second longer, drawing out every aftershock until you both were twitching and whining from overstimulation, tears beginning to prick your eyes.
once chris finally eased the vibrator off your swollen cit, he let the soaked toy drop to the mattress with a wet thud, then collapsed half his body on top of yours.
“fuck the rule,” he whispered against your mouth. you could feel him still hard, still dripping, and sliding against where you were pulsing and way too empty.
you let out a breathy laugh and sank your teeth into his bottom lip, hard enough to make him groan and smile against your mouth.
“next time,” you whispered, tasting him, tasting both of you.
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after a movie marathon with your friends, you take a shortcut home through the dark forest. it turns out you're not completely alone in there...
— warnings: smut with no plot, dom!chris, dom!matt, sub!reader, 3some, mask kink, knife play, fingering, pillow humping, oral (m!receiving), blindfolding, tied up!reader, squirting, unprotected p in v, dirty talk, slight degradation¿, use of petnames, rough fucking, big dick!chris, big dick!matt . no incest you freaks. — english isn't my first language. | tw: anal, double stuffing.
— a/n: this might be too freaky for some people or not freaky enough for others, but pls read the warnings before reading to see if you'll be comfortable with it. this is not a part of my ghostface!chris / ghostface!matt universe. also my first and probably last time writing anal 😖 HAPPY HALLOWEEN !!
you loved being scared.
horror movies were definitely your thing since you were a kid. your friends always thought there's something a little off about the amount of scary movies you'd want to watch, no matter if it was with someone, or alone at night. fear had always been your favorite feeling, the rush in your veins, the way your heartbeat would speed up... it was addicting.
so of course, after tonight's scary movies marathon in the cinema with your friends, you decided to take the shorter way, walking home through the woods. halloween was just around the corner, every house you passed by earlier was already decorated, the vibes in october definitely immaculate. it was your favorite time of the year.
you're lost in your thoughts as you're walking, already thinking of the costumes you would wear to every halloween party you wanted to attend this month. you were thinking about katherine pierce, but isn't that a little too basic? everyone always wanna be her. but you love vampires so much... maybe caroline? nah, she's too sweet. maybe padme from star wars? but you'd have to have your anakin...
you smiled to yourself, kicking a rock off the dirt path, lost in thought. the forest was quiet, the kind of quiet that lets you hear your own heartbeat.
crack.
you stopped mid-step, head snapping toward the sound. could've been some kind of animal. a squirrel maybe.
you shrugged it off and kept walking, thinking of ways to convince chris or matt— your bestfriends — to dress up as anakin.
another crack.
this time closer. you stopped again, the sound still echoing somewhere behind you. the trees loomed dark, their shadows folding over the narrow trail. a shiver crawls up your spine as you look around. you weren't the paranoid type, but now as you stood there in the middle of the woods, you couldn’t shake the feeling that you weren't alone.
your breath came out in small, visible puffs. you adjusted your hoodie, trying to brush it off, to laugh at yourself. "get it together,” you muttered, forcing your feet to move again.
but as you walked, every few steps, you swore you could hear something moving behind you, matching your pace.
it really could be an animal. fuck, you didn't wanna get attacked by anything.
you turned around, but nothing was there. you quickened your pace. the deeper you went, the quieter everything became and you couldn’t shake off the feeling anymore. that prickling sense that eyes were somewhere behind you, watching you.
"fuck," you cursed, knowing damn well that if it's some kind of wolf or a bear, you're literally fucked.
but then you heard it. a rhythm that didn’t belong to you.
human footsteps.
you froze, listening, your heart skipping a beat. but there's nothing, just the soft sound of leaves moving in the breeze. you turn around slowly again, pulling out your phone and turning on the flashlight.
empty path. the darkness messing with your vision until everything blurred together. your pulse thudded in your throat as you squint, trying to make out shapes but it's just bunch of trees and bushes. "it's fine,” you whisper to yourself. “you're fine.”
you exhale deeply, starting walking again, gripping your phone tightly. for a minute it was quiet, but then another crack echoed through the dark.
shit.
this time you didn't stop or look back, just walked faster. maybe it was all in your head? maybe your friends were right with saying that this whole love you have for scary movies will mess with your mind at some point.
the beam of the flashlight cut a thin path through the black, enough for you to see clearly, but not enough to make this feeling of being watched go away. you unlocked your phone and typed out a message, looking around as you do.
to: chris
u coming over tn yeah?
you told him you were going to the cinema and mentioned something about meeting later when you're home. it felt stupidly comforting to know that you'll see him soon.
your phone buzzed almost immediately.
chris: be there in two mins
those words suddenly rearranged the world into a safer shape. two minutes. close enough to make you hurry but not panic.
you walked as fast as possible, flashlight beam bouncing across trees and low branches. the path narrowed, you counted steps like a mantra and told yourself your street was just beyond the last bend. five minutes until you're on your driveway and two minutes until chris is there waiting.
you got this.
but the woods were inventing noises now, or maybe you were. it was hard to tell which belonged to the forest and which belonged to your frayed nerves.
footsteps, though. again.
"fucking shit," you cursed, looking around.
then your phone buzzed, the sound cutting through the thick silence.
you flinched, eyes moving to the screen.
unknown number.
you frowned, the call vibrating in your hand, but you decide to ignore it. unfortunately for you, it makes your flashlight turn off.
"great,” you whispered under your breath. you exhaled, trying to steady your heartbeat and when your phone stopped buzzing, you started walking again.
you only took a few steps when the same number started calling again.
what the fuck?
you watch it ring for a few moments, stopping mid step again. someone's definitely fucking with you.
you decline the number and go to your contacts instead, facetiming chris who's quick to answer.
"dude, where are you? it's cold as shit," he asks, narrowing his eyes at the screen. "turn your camera on."
"where are you?" you ask, ignoring him.
"what you mean where am i?" he scoffs, flipping his camera to show your house. he was waiting on the driveaway. "can you hurry?"
oh.
so he wasn't fucking with you.
before you could reply, you hear a sound. soft at first, dragging. almost like metal scraping across something.
you freeze. it was neither the wind nor an animal. it was too human.
you turned in a slow circle, the grip on your phone tightened like it could help.
"yo?" chris frowns, narrowing his eyes and getting closer to his screen to see you. "can't hear ya."
"shhh," you shush him, looking around.
but there's nothing. only black shapes of the bushes. the sound came again, closer this time, a slow draw of something sharp being pulled against wood.
"can't see you, bro," he complains.
then you get a notification.
unknown number: should've picked up.
unknown number: watching you gets boring
unknown number: lets talk
and then you hear a whistle somewhere on your right.
your heart drops straight to your ass. for a moment you can't breathe. you just know you need to move.
fast.
you force your legs to move and you run, ignoring chris' questions. the path was uneven, branches clawing at your sleeves, your breath coming in sharp bursts that tore the cold air. you didn’t care if you tripped, didn’t care if you screamed. the only thing you could hear was your own heartbeat and the echo of that dragging sound following you.
somewhere ahead, through the blur of trees, you could see the faint glow of streetlights. your house was close.
you ran faster than you thought you could. your legs burned as you turned the last corner, almost falling but catching your balance in the last second. you kept turning your head, scanning the darkness behind, every flick of movement sending a pulse through her your chest. the fear filled your limbs, wild and confusing until you reached the first streetlight. everything here was quiet, windows blank, your own porch light was off, a dark square at the end of the street. you don't remember slowing down, but suddenly, you find yourself at your driveway. you bent forward, hands on your knees, gasping for air.
after a moment, you looked around and frowned, realizing that not only did chris hang up, but he was nowhere to be seen too.
"what the hell…” you whispered, straightening. you wiped your palms on your jeans and pulled out your keys while trying to call chris again, but he wasn't answering.
every second you stood there was making your skin crawl, so you forced your legs to move again, walking fast toward the door. the metal clinked too loud when you tried to fit one key into the lock.
when you finally walked inside and locked your door behind, double checking it, you exhaled in relief. you turned on all the lights, taking off your shoes and going to the kitchen to get some water while trying to call chris again, but he wasn't picking up. he was just there, you saw he was right in front of your house, and now he just disappeared?
the adrenaline still hummed in your veins as you press a hand to your chest, feeling your heart hammering. you drained the water in one swallow, the cold stinging your throat. but as you were putting the glass down, you hear a small shift above you.
you froze, eyes lifting toward the ceiling. the house was supposed to be empty, your parents were out of town for the weekend.
you listen, waiting to see if you hear anything else but it was dead silent.
you might be tripping now.
"chill," you mutter to yourself, moving toward the stairs. you reached the hall, flipping the light on and noticing your bedroom door was slightly open, which is weird because you always leave it closed.
maybe you forgot this time.
you walked in, flicking the light switch here as well. everything was exactly how it supposed to be. you were scaring yourself for no reason.
you moved to the window, closing the blinds and texting chris with one hand, but before you could even send the message, the door slammed shut. you spun around, heart in your throat, the glass bead chain of your lamp still swaying from the vibration.
"hello?” your voice cracks slightly.
no answer.
you grabbed the first thing you could reach which was some random, heavy book — stupid, but it was at least something — then slowly stepping toward the door.
your hand reaches for the knob. you take a deep breath, telling yourself it was definitely just some wind or something, and you open the door.
finding him standing there.
tall and masked, the white plastic face of a ghost right in front of your face. your eyes widened, scream catching somewhere in your throat.
your first instinct was to shut the door back in his face, but he stopped it with his hand, so you slowly back away, book still clutched uselessly in your palms.
then you hit something solid behind you.
please no.
you close your eyes for a moment, praying that it's just some kind of nightmare, trying to get some courage. when your eyelids flutter open again, you slowly turn your head just to see another ghostface right behind you.
what the fuck.
for a second, nobody moved, only your unsteady breathing filled the room.
"boo."
the mask tilted slightly, then a low laugh broke the silence. it was familiar.
“easy,” one of them said. the voice was muffled through the mask, but you'd know it anywhere.
chris.
the other one leaned against the doorframe, head cocked. “you should’ve seen your face,” he said.
matt.
you stood frozen between them, heartbeat still in your throat. then slowly your brain started working again as you look between them, irritation building up within you. "are you fucking kidding me?” you hissed. "what the fuck?"
chris lifted a gloved hand in a small, almost apologetic gesture. “relax."
matt chuckled. “you love this stuff, remember?”
"i— not when it’s real,” you shot back, your body still buzzing with leftover adrenaline. you set the book down with trembling hands.
matt stepped forward slowly, the black fabric rustling as he moved. he stopped just close enough that you could feel the air shift. "you run pretty fast,” he said softly. "almost couldn't catch up."
your pulse jumped again. "it was you?" you look at them both in pure disbelief. "and you knew— what the guck guys?"
"c'mon, quit pretendin'," chris scoffs. "use your pretty head and remind y'self what you've told us last week."
"what...?"
"that you like when the bad guy chases an innocent girl. that it's fun."
"i— i didn't—" you stuttered, taken back, not expecting them to pay attention to your rambling. you've told them that when you were drunk. "okay, yeah, but i meant, like, fucking horror movies, not in real life?"
"just admit that some part of you enjoyed it."
"being chased by god knows who in the woods? are you sick?" you shook your head, backing up a step.
"maybe," chris hums. "or maybe you are."
"maybe next time don’t take the shortcut way," matt spoke.
"i didn't think someone would be after me!”
"well... you never know."
you scoff, looking them up and down, paying more attention to their costumes now, noticing that they both were holding knives. it was nearly impressive. "are those real?"
they looked over at each other and then matt stepped closer, twirling the knife between his fingers. "wanna find out?"
your eyes flicker back up and you can feel your stomach drop, when the blade lightly touched your skin, tracing down from your neck to your collarbone. harmless, but enough for your body to have a reaction.
a really, really weird one.
a shiver goes down your spine, the heat between your legs spreading fast. at first you thought you're tripping. there's no way this would... nah.
he pulls the knife away, tilting his head. "so? what'cha think?"
you swallowed, licking your lips slowly and touching the blade with your finger, hard enough to feel it, but not to hurt yourself.
"real," you mutter after a moment, clearly mesmerized. chris had to hold back a groan. "you really like this, huh?" he asks, his voice dropping lower. "it's turnin' you on."
"what?" you look up at him, shaking your head. "no, it's not..."
"sure thing," he replies sarcastically, giving matt a look. "let's play a game."
you look at him, raising an eyebrow. "chasing me wasn't enough?"
"we just wanna test somethin'," matt says.
"yeah, gotta see if you were really jokin' last week."
"let's see how brave you are when the lights go out."
your eyes widen as you look between them, waiting for one of them to laugh, but they do not.
"guys....—"
"you gonna hide," chris cuts you off. "if we find you, we get to do whatever we want with ya. deal?"
"what kind of things exactly—"
"do you agree?"
you should've said no and call them freaks, but the fact is that you like the idea. it causes a funny feeling in your belly, a confused rush of adrenaline and lust tangling together until you're not able to separate one from the other.
words spilled from your lips before you could stop them. "fine. let's play."
they clearly liked your answer and you could bet a hundred bucks that they both smirked under the masks.
matt flicks the lights off, leaving the room to do the same with the rest of the house. once it's complete darkness, chris starts counting down from ten, and that's when you realize you have to move.
you never realized before how dark it could get when every light was gone. shadows turned everything into shapes that weren’t quite real. you left your bedroom, moving quietly through the house, not even knowing where's matt. you squinted your eyes, deciding to stay upstairs. you had an upper hand here cause you knew your house perfectly while didnt.
you tried to outsmart them.
you pressed your back against the wall of the narrow hallway, holding your breath and listening.
you waited for a while until finally a floorboard creaked.
they were moving.
you heard your bedroom door creaking and footsteps right on the stairs. chris probably left your room, heading downstairs to matt.
you moved quietly, sliding back to your room, not touching your door so it wouldn't make a sound. you lied flat down on the floor and decided to hide under the bed. they will definitely not think about checking your room first.
and you were right.
chris and matt's footsteps were steady and unhurried as they moved through the house. at some point you heard them talking, but not loud enough to track exactly where they were. still somewhere downstairs, for sure.
“she's not down here,” chris's voice.
"you think she’s still upstairs?” matt asked. silence, then the stairs creaked.
fuck. they were coming back.
you heard them passing by your room and your breath hitches, but they just move forward. "you ain't gonna make it easy for us, right?" matt's voice. "we love a good chase."
"yeah, but we're gonna find you eventually," chris calls out, his voice echoing through the dark rooms. "and when we do..." matt chimes in. "we gonna have so much fun with ya."
his words send another shiver down your spine, their words unknowingly feeding your growing arousal. you felt sick to your stomach. they were your friends, you shouldn't be thinking what you're thinking right now, but it's hard to stop.
it was too late anyway. you were playing along.
matt continues, his voice coming from a bathroom close to your room. "maybe we'll tie you up first."
"or maybe we'll blindfold ya," chris adds. "make you guess who's touchin' you where. how's that soundin'?"
you pressed your thighs together, covering your mouth not to make a sound, the idea of them both doing this to you makes your pussy clench. you felt yourself getting wet.
"remember how we always joke 'bout sharing? what if we'd do it tonight?" you hear chris in the next room, still hearing noises from the bathroom which makes you realize that they split up. fuck.
"bet you'd like that," matt speaks. "you've always said you'd like to fuck stefan and damon, that you could take both, and it didn't matter that they're brothers. guess it wouldn't matter now too, hm?"
"what you think, baby? being blindfolded and touched by two guys all at once?"
you take a deep breath, shifting in your spot, your panties getting uncomfortably sticky.
then the floor creaks again and you hear them right by your bedroom door.
"should we check in here?" chris asks.
the door swings open and you hear them stepping inside. your throat tightens.
they move through your room, checking the closet and your bathroom.
"she's not in here," chris mutters.
"yeah, let's check somewhere else," matt mutters, standing just next to your bed. you close your eyes, praying that they will leave, giving you a chance to change your hiding spot.
you hear them moving and closing the door. you exhale deeply with relief, removing your hand off your face and shifting back, trying to crawl out from under the bed.
but then someone's hands wrap around your ankles, pulling you out abruptly. you pathetically try to hold onto the floor with a startled squeak as you land on your back, staring up at two masks hovering over you in the dark.
"gotcha," matt says, releasing your ankles. your first instinct was to get up and run to hide anywhere else, so you try it, but before you could even take a step, chris blocks your path. "aw, look, matt. she wanna keep playin'. but i'm a little bored now, y'know?"
"yeah, me too. should we change the game a little?"
"okay," you speak, trying to sound normally. "okay, you fucking won. and what now?"
they exchange another glance, a silent understanding passing between them.
then chris reaches into his pocket, pulling out a black silk scarf. "now, we gonna do exactly what we've said."
your eyes widen when you realize they're prepared.
matt flicks on the light on your nightstand, the room now brightly lit. your eyes narrow as you try to get used to it, chris's gloved hand tilts your head to the side before he wraps the silk scarf around your eyes. he ties it securely, plunging you back into darkness. you feel his hand still on your face, matt's presence behind you. "hands up," he says into your ear. you obediently do what he said.
"we don't need it, do we?" he asks when you feel a hand playing with your hoodie. you shake your head.
"words, baby," chris mumbles.
"no," you say, voice embarrassingly weak. you clear your throat. "we don't need it."
chris and matt both smirk under their masks, chris pulls off your hoodie smoothly, throwing it onto the chair. matt licks his lips, fingers tracing the edge of your lacy black bra. "what 'bout this?"
you swallow, ignoring the heat creeping up your cheeks. "don't need this either."
matt unhooks your bra with a swift motion, your breasts spilling free to their gaze. a gloved hand squeezes the flesh, the other one unzips and slides your jeans down your legs, revealing black lace panties matching the bra. "pretty," chris mutters.
one of them— you assume it's matt— plays with your boobs, thumbs brushing over your hardening nipples. chris's hands run over your legs. "let's get rid of these too."
he hooks his fingers into the sides of your underwear, pulling them down. you step out of them, now completely naked in front of them, and surprisingly it only makes you feel hotter than embarrassed. they take a moment to look at you, finally making their sick dream become reality. matt squeezes your breast while chris runs a gloved finger through your folds. "she's fuckin' soaked," he groans.
"fuck, you really did like this shit," matt chuckles. "who's sick now?"
you're being pushed onto the bed, letting out a small gasp, your legs getting spread and held open. you feel one of them taking your wrists and tying them together with some material, securing them to the headboard so you're completely helpless. a hand runs up your inner thighs, making you shiver. "look at her," chris murmurs, standing back up to admire the sight of you tied up and spread open. "fuckin' perfect."
you squirm, trying to release your wrist. "oh, c'mon..."
"stay still," matt says.
you feel a finger teasing your entrance and then pushing inside, getting a whimper out of you. it starts moving in and out slowly, making sure to brush against your g-spot with each movement.
"we gonna take turns," chris speaks. "you gotta guess who's doin' it."
"and if i lose?" you ask weakly.
"better don't," matt replies.
they both work silently, making it impossible for you to guess who is touching where. one is curling his fingers inside you, hitting your spot perfectly while the other one teases your tits, pinching and rubbing your nipples. you can't help but whine at the sensation. "who would've thought you're such a freak, baby," matt mocks you.
"i told ya she's full of surprises," chris mutters. you can't stop your moans when your clit also starts to get played with. "whose fingers are in ya, hm?"
you're trying your hardest to focus, but it was hard to say with those gloves on, so you just guess. "matt?"
matt lets out a low chuckle while chris withdraws his fingers quickly. without warning, your pussy gets smacked hard, making you cry out. "wrong," he growls softly. chris spits in his palm and spreads your juices around your entrance, getting you ready for more. "one more try," he says.
they spread your legs wider, your juices pooling on the bed. two fingers slide inside you again, but the touch is different now. more delicate almost.
"that's... that's matt," you breathe out.
he hums in approval, fingers moving faster inside you. chris brings his gloved hand to your mouth, pressing his fingers against your lips. "get 'em wet," he mutters. you let your tongue move around his palm, whining around it when matt adds another finger.
"good girl," chris praises, pulling his fingers out of your mouth and bringing them down to your clit, rubbing it in circles. they both work in sync now, driving you wild with pleasure. you start clenching around matt's fingers, not being able to stop all of the noises escaping you. "awww, look, matt. she's close," chris's voice dripping with mockery. "wanna cum baby?"
you desperately nod your head, trying to grind your hips against their hands, but they don't let you. their motion immediately stops, leaving you empty and needy.
for a moment you don't feel anything but then one of them slides something cold inside you, slowly starting to thrust it in and out of your wet pussy.
"can you tell what's that?" matt asks.
your brows are pulled together in focus and pleasure as you squirm around on the bed, trying to release your wrists to hold onto anything, but it was impossible. your legs wanted to close, but one of them was pinning them down, ensuring you can't move away from the intense pleasure, his grip on your thighs hard enough to leave marks. you were helpless, taking what they were giving you.
"i don't... don't know," you cry out, feeling this thing thrusting deeper, hitting your spot perfectly. it feels so good that your toes curl.
they suddenly slide out whatever just was inside you, leaving you empty and aching. they release your thighs, grabbing a handful of your hair instead, yanking your head back. "wrong answer," chris says into your ear. matt presses something cold against your clit and you realize.
it was a knife.
they were just fucking you with the handle of the knife.
"m'sorry," you whine, hips lifting. "is it your knife? please, i don't know, i just... please...—"
"you're desperate for it hm?" chris's voice again. "pathetic little slut."
matt pushes the handle back inside you just as chris releases your hair, letting your head fall back on the pillows. they both realize how much you're enjoying this and they're not sure if they're able to handle more of teasing.
"f-fuck," you stutter, your juices dripping down the knife and your thighs. their eyes are glued to your bouncing tits and the way the handle slides in and out of your soaked cunt.
"drippin' all over the bed, holy fuck," matt mutters and you flinch when you hear a faint sudden ripping sound— fabric tearing somewhere close.
"open up," chris commands and you feel his tip brushing over your lips. "yeaaah, and stick out that tongue f'me," he adds when your mouth fell open. he slaps his cock onto your tongue a few times, letting you taste his precum before slowly sliding it in. he's big, hitting the back of your throat and making you gag. he groans, letting his head tilt back. "fuck, if your mouth feels like this i can't even imagine how good this pussy is."
"i think m'gonna check that," matt speaks, pulling out the handle of the knife and you hear the ripping sound again. "yeah, baby? want me to check?"
you hum around chris's dick, making it twitch in your mouth. he pulls back a little, letting you suck on his tip. you swirl your tongue around it, moaning when you feel matt's hard cock rubbing up and down your folds, collecting your arousal. he pushes inside just as chris jerks his hips forward, and now they both start fucking you simultaneously— one in your mouth and one in your pussy.
you're a whimpering mess as they overstimulate you in every possible way. but you could feel how much they're holding back. they're just savoring the feeling of you for now. "just like that," matt praises.
"you're takin' us so fuckin' well," chris adds, your moans muffled by his cock.
"you have no idea how pretty you look right now," matt groans, pulling back and teasing your entrance with his tip when he feels you starting to tighten around him. "but maybe we should let her touch us how she wants, what you think, chris?"
"mhm, i'd like to see it."
suddenly you feel empty again. they leave you gasping for air, your pussy clenching around air. then their hands are on your wrists and head, untying you and taking off the blindfold. you blink a few times, the muscles in your arms burning. you rub your wrists, trying to get used to the dim light, heat rushing down between your legs when you see them standing in front of the bed, towering over you, their masks still on but their dicks now free through the gap in their costumes. you looked disheveled, making them smirk.
"she looks fucked out already. think she can take more?" matt tilts his head.
"mhm, i think she can," chris leans closer to your face. "can ya, baby?"
"yes," you nod desperately. "i swear, i can. please."
"awh, she beggin' now. can't say no to that."
"sit up," matt tells you.
you get slightly dizzy from how fast you got up, the whole room buzzing. "now on your knees," he says and they both watch as you obediently sit on your knees on the bed, their cocks just right in front of your face now. you almost moan, seeing how huge they are.
"c'mon, don't be shy now," chris mocks you again.
"you just showed us you can be such a needy slut. you don't wanna disappoint us now, do you?"
you shake your head, "no. of course not."
"then make us proud."
you wrap your both hands around their shaft, starting to pump them slowly as you give their tips a long kitty lick, making them both groan. matt brushes the hair off your face, grabbing it into a messy ponytail. you trail wet kisses up chris's dick, then switching to do the same to matt.
"dirty slut," chris mutters, watching as you take both of their tips into your mouth and suck, then trailing your tongue around it, your hands working the rest of them.
"you were make for this shit," matt chimes in, gripping your hair tighter. "made to suckin' us off and lettin' us fuck you however we want. bet you've dreamed of it this whole time."
"being our friend just to think of our cocks at night. tell us, have you ever touched y'self to the thought of us? hm?"
"imagining how it'd feel to have your holes full of us?"
you moaned out loud, deepthroating matt. he lets out a low moan, his head tilting back. "fuckkk, take it."
your hand keeps jerking off chris, your eyes locked on his mask, sending vibrations to your pussy. matt's hips buck slightly into your mouth while chris watches intently, his cock throbbing in your hand.
suddenly, matt pulls out of your mouth with a pop. "switch," he commands roughly.
chris groans softly as you tilt your head, licking up his cock and then taking him back into your mouth. matt's hand moves over yours to help jerk himself off while you blow his brother. you try to grind against the sheets, their ghostface masks only spurring you on.
after you let go of chris's dick, you kiss their tips and then take both of them into your mouth, fitting the most you could, your hands working the remaining lengths. both of them let out a simultaneous moan as your lips stretch around them.
"holy fuck," chris mutters behind his mask. matt's hand moves to your throat. "such a fuckin' whore for our cocks."
you took most of them, your eyes rolling back as you let out an inaudible sound, then immediately gagging and pulling back, gasping for air, saliva still connecting your lips to their tips. you coughed a few times, lips swollen and puffy.
"look at her, chokin' on our dicks and humpin' the bed like a bitch in heat," matt says with a low chuckle. chris's hand moves to your face, holding your chin up roughly as he speaks. "open," he commands, tapping his gloved finger against your closed mouth. chris pushes two gloved fingers into your open mouth, making you gag again and choke on them. "fuckin' adorable," matt's voice dripping with mockery, watching as chris finger-fucks your mouth.
"this is actually so pathetic," chris says. "you're such a naughty fuckin' girl. what else would you let us do, huh?"
you moan around his fingers, the sound muffled.
"speak up, can't hear ya."
they're humiliating you. this should be embarrassing, you were pathetic.
but you didn't feel any of it. all you felt was desperation and frustration, wanting to finally feel them both. at the same time.
they were making all of your deepest fantasies becoming reality. it's like they figured you out already and maybe they did. maybe they were watching you for a while, noticing how your thighs always pressed together when you saw a man in a mask on the screen. or how you enjoyed when they would insult you for fun. or how pink your cheeks would get when they'd praise you.
they knew. they've been knowing for a while.
you try to speak again, but chris only laughs.
"damn, matt, i think we finally found a way to shut her up."
"right? we should be doing this more often."
chris finally pulls out his fingers, they both noticing how you roll your hips again, desperately trying to find some kind of friction against the sheets.
"so needy you tryna fuck the sheets?" matt asks with a fake disbelief, almost like he was scolding you, when in reality he really enjoyed it.
"do your thing, baby," chris mumbles, holding back a moan when your thumbs brush against his sensitive tip. "there's a pillow right there. show us how bad you want it."
"then maybe, if you're good, we'll give you it."
"i am good," you whine, a small pout growing on your lips. you suck on the head of their dicks again, but matt grabs your chin, stopping you.
"you heard him," he says, voice sharp. "there's a pillow. show us."
you nod, letting go off them and reaching for your biggest pillow. you adjust it on the bed just between your legs, trying to find the most comfortable position that will also feel good. after trying a few angles, you finally start grinding against the material, the edge of it feeling perfectly against your clit.
"how does it feel, hm?" matt asks, his own hand starting to jerk himself off. chris was already thrusting into his fist.
"good...." you mutter, breath hitching.
"eyes on us," chris commands. "watch us while grinding that needy cunt on your pillow."
"shit..." you whimper, rolling your hips harder, the sounds of your sticky walls humping the pillow mix with the wet sounds of chris and matt stroking their dicks just in front of your face. your eyes are fixated on them, moving up to their ghostface masks and back down every now and then. precum was constantly leaking from their tips.
"don't even dare come," chris says, squeezing his hardness. "you only comin' when we let you."
"most likely on our cocks too."
"mhm," you hum and nod, lips parting at the feeling. matt's hand moves faster, his abs tightening. chris licks his bottom lip, breathing heavily under the mask as he watches your tits bounce slightly with each movement.
"you think you could take us both?"
your hips stutter as you keep going, hands gripping the top of the pillow. "at the... uh, at the same time?"
they nod.
"will you... fit? you're huge...—"
chris groans, head tilting back. "fuck, you're... shiit..."
"we will fit," matt assures you, struggling to hold back. "fuck, m'gonna cum."
"she's so fuckin' hot and dirty. fuckin' sexy," chris mumbles.
you're suddenly more focused, still moving but more sloppier now as you lean closer.
they notice, of course.
"fuck, you want it on your face?"
you nod, "yes, please."
when you stick out your tongue again, they slap their dicks against it before continuing to aggressively jerk off. it was all it took for chris to bust, hot drops of cum painting your lips and forehead.
matt growls, grabbing his shaft and rubbing the head against your outstretched tongue. "yeah, just like that, you dirty slut. get it nice 'n wet." he pushes his cock further into your mouth. "gag on it properly."
when he hits the back of your throat and you choke again, he pulls back, giving himself a few more pumps, his release splattering over your cheeks, a few drops landing on your eyebrow. you squint your eyes, swallowing what they left on your tongue, and licking your lips while they ride out their orgasms.
"fuck," chris curses out loud.
matt strokes his softening dick while he catches his breath. "you're so goddamn dirty."
"and you love it," you reply, slowly rolling your hips against the pillow again.
"stop that," they say. chris pulls the pillow out from under you, making you fall on your back. he spreads your legs, exposing your glistening pussy. their cocks throb when they see you've drenched the pillow. "what a fuckin' mess between those legs," matt mutters and they exchange a glance.
he gets on the bed first, leaning back against the headboard and grabbing your wrist. "c'mon, baby. sit on it."
you were more than willing to do so. you straddle his lap, wrapping your hand around him before slowly sinking down onto him. chris already make himself hard again, getting on the bed as well.
your eyes roll back and mouth hangs open when matt fills you to the hilt.
"you wanna try it?" chris's voice comes from behind as he positions himself.
you look over your shoulder, nodding.
"yeah," you say confidently, excited to try something new.
"just tell us if you wanna stop," he says.
"or if it's too much we can switch to something else," matt adds.
"okay, i will."
you lean forward, hands on each side of matt's head as his hands grip your hips. you feel chris spitting on your ass and his hand, smearing it around to use it to lubricate. he presses his head against your hole, giving you time just in case you'd change your mind.
but you didn't.
so he slowly pushes in, making his way through the tightness. "relax f'me," he mumbles, one hand on your lower back, the other one on your ass. your breath hitches, a whimper escaping you at the discomfort that slowly turns into something more pleasant. "good, just like that... you're doin' so well," he praises. your eyes flutter close as he works himself deeper, matt stroking your sides to help your body relax. "yeah, almost there... mhmmm, here we go... you got it. all good?"
"mhm," you hum, head falling onto matt's shoulder.
"use your words."
"y-yeah, its... its good... feels good..."
"gonna start movin', a'ight?"
"yeah."
the feeling of them both slowly starting to move makes you gasp. you're stuffed completely, stretched by their cocks in ways that you only used to dream of.
"mhmmm, just like that," matt groans, hands moving back to your hips as he thrusts up into your wet cunt.
you lift your head, gripping the sheets as they fuck you, the sounds of skin slapping against skin echoes in the room along with your broken cries and their grunts of pleasure. chris's hand wraps around your throat, their cocks sliding in and out of your holes with ease thanks to how wet you are. "takin' the two of us like a fuckin' champ, baby."
"oh— ahh, oh god..." your sounds are uncontrollable as they pick up their speed, their dicks hitting all of the spots just right, dragging against your sensitive walls, overstimulating you to the point where your eyes start watering.
"so fuckin' tight..." matt mumbles, fingers digging into your skin. chris slaps your ass, squezzing your throat slightly, making you moan, a few tears running down your face from pleasure. matt angles his hips just perfectly to hit your cervix while chris pulls you back onto his cock. your pussy starts clenching around matt tightly, desperate to find the release you need.
"you like our masks, baby?" chris asks, his breathing uneven. "you like two ghostfaces fuckin' you?"
"you feel so perfect 'round us," matt praises. "feelin' us deep, yeah?"
you nod weakly, eyes rolling back.
"fuck, she's grippin' me so tight," matt mumbles.
chris smirks under the mask. "you wanna cum, hm?"
"please, i... i can't anymore... it hurts," you whine, biting down on your lip, trying to hold back the growing feeling in your lower belly, but it was only getting stronger with each second.
"matt, what you think? should we let her?"
"hmm, i don't know... fuckkk," he moans, feeling you clenching around him. "she was good for us, wasn't she?"
"yeaaah... think so..." chris slaps your ass again, pounding into you.
"good..." you repeat weakly after them. "was good..."
"you like being stuffed full, huh?" matt thrusts up into you harder, the bed starts hitting the wall. "c'mon baby, let it go. cum all over those cocks."
you let out a high pitched moan, crying out their names as the pleasure washes over you. your walls clamp down around them, your whole body shakes, the liquid squirting out of you in waves as you come, gasping for air. they both almost lose it, feeling your sudden gush of fluids between them.
"fuckkkk," chris moans, his balls slapping against your ass, adding to the sensation.
"holy shit..."
they fuck you through your orgasm, letting you completely soak their cocks and the bed, finding it incredibly hot. your body feels so weak that if they weren't holding your hips and ass, you would've collapsed on matt completely.
your makeup was completely ruined by their cum on your face, mascara smeared from the tears. you were a mess, whimpering softly and gripping the sheets for support as they keep going.
"fuck, she looks so pretty," matt comments.
"should we take a picture?" chris spanks your ass again, leaving red marks on your skin. "hm, baby? wanna have somethin' to look at when you alone?"
"mmmh...." you hum and nod, letting out a faint cry. there was no break, whenever chris slides out matt pushes deep inside, making you see stars.
you don't even realize when chris's phone gets right in front of your face, his hand sliding up your neck to grab your chin, cheeks squeezed slightly.
⤷ in which . . . matt and chris come home from a long day of work, and all they can think about is how much they need you.
SMUT, threesome, (no incest or any sort of sexual interaction between matt or chris) unprotected sex, nipple play, clit stimulation, kissing, creampie, dirty talk, praise, use of pet names, reader giving blowjob, handjob, rough sex, teasing, light body worship, fingering, overstimulation, light hair pulling and choking.
𝔀ritten by @/delilahsturniolo. do not copy, steal, or modify my works. if you are taking any inspiration from this, please ask me first before posting and credit me in your description. happy reading! :)
the moment you hear the front door slam, you know exactly who’s home. matt and chris stomp in, boots heavy, tool belts clanking, faces flushed, sweat glistening on their foreheads and necks. the light scent of cement, leather, and their presence hits you instantly, making your pulse spike.
“finally,” matt groans, tossing his bright yellow hat onto the counter. “today was brutal.”
“so glad to be home,” chris adds, pulling off his dusty gloves, sleeves rolled up, biceps flexing as he stretches. his shirt clings to him, damp with sweat, and you can’t help the flush that creeps up your chest.
matt and chris enter the living room, making eye contact with you, you get up from the couch and rub your eyes. “you guys are finally—“ before you can even respond, they’re both on you, hands grabbing, lips pressing, hungry and rough. matt backs you up and pins you gently against the wall, lips crushing yours, teeth grazing, tongue sliding in. chris’s hands roam your waist, sliding under your shirt, fingers brushing over your bra as he groans into your mouth.
“mmmm…we need you,” matt mutters, voice low, rough. “all this work…needa relax...”
“shit—yes,” you gasp, heart racing. “please…”
chris smirks, pressing his forehead against yours. “we’re gonna take care of you, yeah?” he murmurs, sliding his hands under your shirt, palming your breasts, rolling your nipples between his fingers.
matt’s hands dip lower, teasing the waistband of your shorts. “so perfect, all this for us?” he groans, pressing his hips against yours as he teases your soaked panties. “always for you,” you smile.
they’re both guiding you to the bedroom before you even register it. the door slams harder than intended behind you, solid boots clattering against the floor, dust and sand making small clouds beneath their feet with every step. and they’re on you instantly, lips, teeth, hands everywhere. you’re pressed between them, knees weak, body heating up from the mixture of exertion and raw desire.
matt pulls your shirt and bra off, tossing it aside, palming your breasts, sucking and rolling your nipples as chris leans in, kissing your shoulder, down your neck, whispering filthy praise in your ear.
“look at you…so wet already,” chris murmurs, sliding a hand between your legs, brushing over your soaked panties. “been thinking about this all day…bout’ this pretty pussy.”
“so fucking perfect,” matt groans, tugging your shorts down slowly, letting his fingers trail along your hips, teasing. you reach up, removing both of their construction vests. chris smirks down at you, his lips locking onto yours momentarily, before pulling his jeans and shoes off. “all ours tonight…” he murmurs.
they push you onto the bed, you’re laying on your back. chris is kneeling between your legs, fingers sliding inside you while matt grinds his hard cock against your hand that palms him through his jeans. your moans come out in gasps, muffled by chris’s hand over your mouth as he pumps his fingers, curling expertly inside you, teasing your clit with his thumb.
“oh god…mm…chris…” you moan, hips snapping against him.
“that’s it…take it, baby…so good,” he groans, fingers curling, thumb pressing, watching your reaction, listening to every whimper.
matt’s grinding harder, pressing against you, hands squeezing your hips, matt slips his jeans and tool belt off in a swift movement, his cock springing free. you gasp, your hand wrapping around matt’s length, stroking teasingly and slowly as chris continues working you over with his fingers, his tip brushing your entrance every now and then.
matt groans as you stroke him, getting lost in the feeling. “shiiit baby—makin’ me feel so fuckin’ good..” he tilted his head back, his expression scrunching as you lift your head slightly, taking his cock in your mouth. matt juts his hips, hands tangling in your hair as chris spreads you apart more, his length slowly easing into you.
“mmph!” you whimper as chris begins to thrust, getting deeper and deeper with each one. “that’s it pretty girl, you’re gonna take both of us, hm?” he taunts. the two of them work in sync, one thrusting inside you, the other watching you suck on him as he’s whispering filthy praise, murmuring about how perfect you are, how desperate, how you’re theirs.
matt’s hand slowly travels to your throat, lightly squeezing, looking down at you with dangerous eyes as you gag on his length, licking and sucking like there’s no tomorrow. your body quivers, whimpers spilling out as the overstimulation builds, hands tugging at chris’s hair as he pounds into you mercilessly, nails digging into matt’s legs. “i…i—oh god—” you gasp as your mouth slips off of matt’s cock, stroking him faster and faster.
“yeah? gonna cum baby?” matt murmurs, leaning over to kiss you. it messy, dirty, filled with tangled tongues as he roughly moves his lips against yours.
“take it, sweetheart…cum for us,” chris growls, snapping his hips, cock still nestled inside you, as matt’s hand travels to your clit, rubbing quickly to send you over the edge. “look at you…so messy, so desperate…” chris murmurs.
“fuck—yes…oh god—” you cry against matt’s, hips snapping, trembling, body shuddering as the two of them push you to your limit, every touch, every groan, every press making you shake, whimper, and finally cum, voices low, rough, praising you as your body collapses into theirs.
they hold you through it, slick, sweaty, gasping, whispering filthy words and praise, pressing kisses to your shoulders, neck, and chest, grounding you while your pulse races and your body melts against them.
“perfect…so perfect for us,” matt murmurs, hands stroking your hair, hips still pressing into yours as he presses his lips to the side of your neck. “all ours…you feel that?” chris hisses, still teasing your clit slightly, letting you recover while keeping you on edge. “ours tonight…all of you…” chris praises, watching as his cum leaks out of you. you shiver, breathless, messy, and realize you wouldn’t want it any other way.
you felt extremely fucking full — matt and chris were both nestled deep into your sopping holes filled with cum, whose? no idea after the two took turns. your sweaty damped chest pressed against chris’ as matt aggressively pounded into your ass, the heat of his body behind you made your head spin, too far gone into the addicting drug.
tears ran down your face, smearing your deer face paint you had done for tonight’s halloween party, your skirt wrinkled to your waist and your top shredded on the floor of someone’s room your two boyfriends had dragged you in.
chris' wet tongue traced your bottom lip, tugging it gently with his teeth before letting it go. "kid has gone dumb over some good dick." he chuckles, his shaft twitching inside your gummy walls at the feeling of them fluttering, one hand laid out on your upper back while the other gripped your throat, his thumb resting on your dramatic pulse.
matt pulls a sob out of you as he withdrawals, his swollen tip still stuffed inside, lingering there for an anticipated second until he plows back in without a warning, "too much! so— so big and full."
“oh, but you take it like such a good little slut, don't you bambi?" he whispers softly in your ear, his raspy, soothing voice makes your eyelids grow heavy, closing those wet wispy lashes.
his question goes unanswered and with a small gesture of his chin, chris' fingers tighten around your neck, moving his palm off your back and landing on your cheek— not too hard, but a small sting to force your eyes open.
"yes! im a good little slut."
out of muscle memory you squeeze around them both, earning a 'that's right' from matt. lucky for them, being a set of triplets was fun, reading each others mind to fuck you in a pattern— that being chris' cockhead meeting your cervix as matt's kissed your rim, one going in and the other going out.
you were a drooling, blabbering mess, kissing chris in a sloppy manner as your nails dug into his shoulders. "whose dick is bigger, hm?" he mumbles against your lips, still choking you but two fingers began to play with your clit. "cmon, little reindeer, say it."
matt laughs from his position behind you, pecking your jaw while his hand comes down on the swell of your ass. “make him mad f'me, sweetheart,” his whispering demand causing the hairs on the back of your neck to stand. "he's been pissin' me off all day."
“matt’s.” it wasn’t a lie, but the real answer was chris. so much thicker and fucking heavy, always leaving you trembling at the end but it’s not like matt didn’t have an appropriate size either, he knew how to use it.
“good girl.” the said brother grins, watching the rage fuel chris’ eyes, turning dark. the boy underneath you plants his feet on the bed, a half desperate and half choked gasp rising from your throat as he deeply fucks into you with a fast pace, sweaty skin clapping and bumping against each other.
"yeah? you wanna get fucked so bad, huh?" he grits through his teeth, matt's cock still keeping warm in your hole while chris abused your cunt, your sloppy mess dripping down his heavy balls that drawled up at the sight of your eyes rolled back. "put your hand on your tummy and tell me who's dick that is."
you didn't need to, the answer was obvious but matt kindly forced your hand to slide down to your tummy, feeling the bulge and thickness of chris' shaft. "does he know i made you cum from just bein' in your tight little ass?" matt said underneath his breath, matching his brothers hard thrusts, your holes clamping down on them both as they competed to leave you a trembling, whining mess. “yeah, i fit real good in here, chris… this little hole loves my cock, doesn’t she, deer?”
you couldn’t hold in your release, your body vibrating on high speed all the while your pussy cried tears, making chris groan louder as you cum on his cock. “long long night you’re gonna have, bambi.” they don’t let you recover when they’re already rag dolling you, changing positions and chris’ tip prodding at your rim. “shouldn’t have listened to matt, now you really got us pissed.”
fog drifts between the trees, curling around your legs as you run. it swallows the sound of your steps until all you can hear is your own breathing.
your lungs ache from running. the ground’s slick, uneven, roots catching at your shoes as you push yourself further off the path. your heartbeat’s in your throat—loud, all adrenaline and fear—driving you forward even though your body’s begging to stop.
the air’s cold enough to sting, your breath clouding in front of you as the thick fog starts to close in. it feels like the whole forest is watching.
then something rustles up ahead. sudden. sharp. you freeze.
“lost little thing,” it rasps—voice low, guttural—but not quite human. not anymore.
a growl echoes as two golden eyes lock onto you before the figure moves closer, still hidden behind the fog.
“who goes there?” you whisper, your voice cracking in the cold.
the wolf huffs lowly, head tilting, as if studying you.
“shouldn’t be out here alone” it says, the words shaped almost human through its canine snout.
your heart pounds in the silence, the only sound now the beast’s panting as it steps closer, swallowing up the air between you.
“come here,” it whispers—so soft you almost think you imagined it. despite yourself, your body moves, one trembling step forward, fingers clutching the edges of your red coat.
you take another cautious step. the air thickens, swirling around you like a curtain. you scan the fog, searching for the voice… but there’s nothing. until heavy breaths echo all around you.
you whirl around. eyes wide. and then—
a human.
there, about five feet away, stands a man. nude. the fog coils around his body like smoke, tracing every muscle. his chest rises and falls in quick, heavy breaths. there’s something wild in his stance—coiled, predatory, ready to pounce.
you freeze. “matt? is that you?” you croak, a chill crawling up your spine.
his head snaps toward you. teeth glint in the fog, animalistic. primal.
you stumble back, voice trembling. “you… you were chasing me. i thought you were going to kill me.”
matt’s nostrils flare as he inhales deeply, lips curling into something a smirk.
“oh, no,” he rumbles in that same low, guttural tone, words laced with dark amusement and hunger alike.
“not killing,” he growls, voice still rough and animal-deep, though more human now. barely.
he steps closer, heat radiating from his body, towering over you.
“no,” matt repeats, softer now. dangerously soft. “i was jus’ chasing you because i wanted you.”
his gaze drags down your trembling form, then locks back onto yours with predatory focus—and something far darker in the way he says the next words.
“and now that i’ve got ya? not letting y’go ’til every last drop of me is inside where it belongs.”
the fog thickens as you take another faltering step back, pulse pounding in your ears. matt’s muscles coil with every movement, his body language sharp and predatory.
“matt, snap out of it,” you say, voice trembling. “you’re scaring me… this isn’t you.”
his gaze darkens as he prowls closer, eyes gleaming with something feral.
“oh, this is me,” he growls. “this is exactly what i’m meant for.”
each step he takes is slow, deliberate—stalking. his breath comes ragged as he closes the distance.
“you’ve got no idea how much i’ve wanted this… wanted you,” matt groans, voice thick with something that makes a shiver crawl up your spine. his eyes rake over your body, possessive and primal.
his breath is hot against your skin when he closes the last bit of space between you, body pressing flush to yours.
“you smell so good,” he growls low, nostrils flaring as he inhales deeply—your scent mixing with the cold fog curling around you both.
his hands find your waist, rough and trembling with restraint. his voice drops even lower, brushing the shell of your ear like a warning and a promise all at once.
"gonna fill every hole 'til there’s no mistaking who owns you... who put a pup inside."
the moment his words register, your entire body tenses—your stomach fluttering with a mix of fear and something else entirely.
matt’s lips curl into a wicked grin as he leans in closer, the heat of his breath against your ear making you shiver violently beneath him now. "you heard me," he murmurs darkly before nipping at a delicate spot just below your jawline while his hands slide up your waist possessively yet again.
"this pretty little cunt?" teeth graze collarbone next—sharp enough to sting but not break skin.
your breath hitches as his teeth scrape your skin, a shudder running through you. "matt,"
he cuts you off with a low growl, his fingers digging into the flesh of your hips hard enough to bruise. "no talking," he rasps against your throat before sinking his teeth in—not deep enough to tear, but just enough for the sharp sting, marking his claim. his other hand slips down between you. your thighs already slick despite every instinct screaming how wrong this all was.
the moment your body stiffens, matt senses your tension and a wicked smile twitches at his lips before he whispers in your ear: "relax. let me take care of you."
he doesn't wait for a response, he's too hungry to hesitate any longer. with a sudden movement, he grabs you roughly and throws you onto the hard forest ground.
the impact knocks the wind out of you, but before you can even catch your breath, matt is on top of you, his weight pinning you down, his eyes burning intensely into yours.
you gasp as your back hits the damp earth, leaves and moss cushioning nothing. matt’s body presses down on yours instantly, hot, heavy, inescapable, as he cages you beneath him with a growl that vibrates through every inch of your trembling frame.
"should’ve run faster, huh?" he murmurs against the shell of your ear before nipping at it sharply enough to make you jolt under him while one hand fists into hair.
his fingers curl inside your pussy without warning—only taking what was owed.
your eyes widen in a mix of surprise at the sudden invasion, your body involuntarily stiffening despite the heat pooling low in your stomach. matt grins above you, his gaze never leaving yours, drinking in every minute reaction with smug satisfaction.
he leans closer, his lips brushing against your skin with a possessive touch, hot breath mixed with yours as he speaks. "fill you so deep you'll feel me for days," he growls, voice laced with desire and something almost feral as his fingers thrust in a deliberate reminder of how much deeper he could go if he wanted.
your breath hitches, your fingers digging into his forearms as a shiver runs down your spine. the forest around you feels too quiet, too still—like even nature itself is holding its breath at what’s unfolding here in the fog.
matt’s grin widens when he feels the way you tremble beneath him. “that’s right,” he rumbles lowly before sinking his teeth back into your shoulder while his other hand slips up your thigh to press a thumb roughly against your already throbbing clit.
he pulls his fingers back, leaving you breathless and trembling. then with a swift, almost violent motion, he flips you onto your front, pinning you down with his entire weight.
matt yanks at the red cloak, gathering it in one hand, his other hand roughly hiking up your skirt, revealing the warm skin of your thighs glistening with dampness. the forest ground pressing into your palms and knees, cold and unforgiving—a stark contrast. the red cloak is shoved up roughly around your waist while your skirt rides even higher—mud smearing across bare skin as matt drags you back against him with a possessive growl.
"look at you," he rasps, voice dripping with dark satisfaction as a hand slips between your thighs from behind. fingers curling inside again—deeper this time; claiming every inch just like promised earlier.
his teeth sunk into the skin of your shoulder blade when his dick finally pressed flush against your soaked opening; throbbing under touch alone before pushing in.
matt doesn’t give you a second to adjust—his hips snap forward with brutal force, burying himself to the hilt in one rough thrust. your gasp is swallowed by the forest, but he feels it anyway. the way your body clenches around him like a vice as he stretches you open beyond reason.
"fuck," he growls against your spine before biting down again—harder this time; breaking skin just enough for blood to bead.
mud cakes your thighs. your cloak already smeared with it, filthy from the ground. the forest noise is louder than your whimpers and matt’s ragged breathing against your back. his grip is ironclad, no escape, no mercy, as he fucks into you with relentless precision.
"gonna fill you up," he breaths between thrusts that make your vision blur at the edges.
his fingers dig into your hips hard enough to bruise as his rhythm stutters toward something primal.
your body is on fire—burning with pain and pleasure in equal measure as matt slams fucks you, his words burning against skin like branding iron.
"keep taking what i give you," he growls against your ear, voice rough with need and possession.
he doesn’t let you breathe—just drags his teeth over your spine as his hips snap forward again. the forest air is thick with sweat and musk now, each ragged exhale from him was hot against your damp skin.
“gonna put a pup in you,” matt snarls suddenly, one hand fisting your hair while other gripped your waist “fill this tight little pussy ‘til it takes all my cum.”
and then he does.
with a feral groan, matt slams into you one last time, his dick pulsating deep inside as hot cum floods your womb. the sensation is overwhelming, scorching and so much all at once, as your walls clench around him desperately while his teeth stay locked onto that spot between your shoulder and neck.
he doesn’t pull out yet. just stays buried to the hilt. ragged breaths against spit slicked skin before finally growling low.
ⓘ mean!matt x sub!reader x mean!chris, use of blindfold, finger sucking, teasing, dumbification, degradation/humiliation, oral (m!receiving), ball sucking, f!masturbation
▶︎•၊၊||၊|။||||။၊|။• BLINDFOLD - GUNNA
BLINDFOLD
It was a late Saturday night, and you were hanging out with Matt and Chris in your dimly lit bedroom while the three of you tried to figure out something to do.
"How long did it take you to be able to tell us apart?" Matt casually asked you, his gaze flickering between you and the vanilla-scented candle you had burning on your nightstand.
"Hmm. I don't know. Must have been a couple of weeks," you shrugged from your seated position on your white shag rug, scrolling through your phone.
"A couple weeks? Bullshit," Chris muttered from beside you, nudging you in the arm with his elbow.
"I'm serious," you chuckled, glancing over at him and elbowing him back. "You guys were easy to tell apart after a few weeks of knowing you. Could probably do it with my eyes closed." You gave them each a smug look before you went back to scrolling through Instagram.
"Oh, you're a little cocky, aren't you?" Matt smirked, leaning back on your bed and tilting his head to the side at you. "Think you can really tell us apart with your eyes closed, hmm? What about blindfolded?"
Matt glanced over at his brother with a mischevious glint in his eye. His gaze wandered over to a shiny black ribbon that was poking out of your bedside table. Chris' eyes followed Matt's.
"Yep. Try me," you responded confidently without looking up from your phone. You hadn't picked up on the way the two of them were exchanging deceitful grins, scheming silently behind the scenes.
"We're gonna have so much fun with you," Matt cooed, leaning over and plucking the ribbon from your drawer. "Here. Let's put this on."
"Fine," you agreed as Matt came up behind you, securely tying the ribbon around your head.
"Can you see anything?" Chris asked, checking the makeshift blindfold to make sure you couldn't cheat. You shook your head no.
"You sure? You're not lying, are you?" Matt whispered from behind you, his hot breath ghosting over your ear.
"I promise. I'm not," you said, unable to wipe the smile from your face, goosebumps rippling across your warm skin.
"We'll be right back. Don't you go anywhere," Matt said, his voice trailing off as he neared the door.
"And no peeking," Chris replied, standing to his feet and following his brother out of the room.
You heard their shoes scuffle across the hardwood, followed by the creak of a door as it fell shut. Their muffled voices and giggles behind the barrier were loud enough for you to hear, but not clear enough for you to make out what they were saying.
You sat quietly a few more minutes. You nervously chewed on your lip, messing with a loose thread on your sweater sleeve and straining your ears to hear what the two boys were plotting on the other side of the door, but to no avail.
You liked Matt and Chris a lot - maybe more than you should for two guys who were just supposed to be your friends. However, you were their favorite person to pick on. Too often, were you the butt of their joke or the victim of their prank.
There was a small part of you that liked the dynamic you'd formed with them, though, in a way that you could never admit. There was something about the way they would mock you and poke fun at you that always left you soaking wet. They knew it, too.
You heard the click of the door as the two boys shuffled back into the room, breaking you out of your thoughts. "We're back," one of them said.
"Yeah, you miss us?" The other cooed, walking up to you and roughly ruffling your hair.
"We're gonna start off easy, okay? Who's talking to you right now?" The first one asked again.
"Matt," you responded immediately, a self-satisfied smile curling on your lips as you answered.
"You sure about that?" Chris asked, trying to throw you off.
"Yes, I'm sure, and now Chris is talking," you said with certainty.
"Are you sure you're not peeking?" Matt accusingly asked, narrowing his gaze at you.
"I swear, I'm not," you giggled, reaching to take off your blindfold.
"Woah. Not so fast," Matt chuckled, firmly grabbing your wrist. "We're not done with you just yet." His voice had an ominous tone to it, sending a shiver down your spine.
"What are you gonna do?" You softly asked, your breath starting to quicken and your face heating up.
"Whatever we want," Matt replied. He could tell you liked this, being at their mercy and being teased by them. "Isn't that right, Chris?"
"Yeah, she likes being our entertainment, doesn't she? She'd do anything for our attention," Chris teased, speaking about you as if you weren't in the room with them.
Your cheeks turned red as you subtly bit down on your lip, getting more turned on than you meant to as you anticipated their next move.
"I wonder if she could tell whose lips belong to who," Matt purred. "What do you think?"
"Bet she couldn't," Chris teased.
You sat in suspense for a few more seconds before you felt someone lean in, his nose brushing against yours and his soft, smooth lips capturing yours. You melted into him. He cradled your face, his fingertips gently running along the line of your jaw as his tongue slipped into your mouth.
You could taste a hint of peppermint, like he'd been chewing gum earlier in the day, giving you an idea of who the lips belonged to.
His kiss was slow and sensual, leaving you wanting more once he pulled away. You could feel a swarm of butterflies fluttering in your stomach and your chest, your whole body buzzing with nervous energy.
You didn't get much of a chance to compose yourself before you felt a second pair of lips touch yours. You felt his fingers gently curl around your neck, not applying any pressure but holding you still. Arousal coursed through you, sending blood rushing to your clit.
His kiss was confident and commanding. His tongue begged entrance into your mouth, his saliva mixing with yours. He trapped your bottom lip between his teeth, gently biting down as he tugged on it. You moaned against him, making him smirk.
The kiss grew heated, his grasp around your throat tightening a bit as lips continued to move with yours. You could smell his cologne, notes of bergamot and sandalwood flooding your senses, locking in your answer on who was who by the time the second boy pulled away.
You sat quietly for a few seconds, pulling yourself together and calling back your breath before giving your final guesses. "The first kiss was Matt, and the second was Chris," you stated.
"Are you peeking, slut?" One of them responded in an accusing voice. "I think this is too easy for you."
"Yeah, let's make it harder," the other suggested. "Let's see if you can tell our fingers apart."
"Your fingers?" You crinkled your nose, giggling.
"Shhh. Just open up," one of the boys whispered, roughly shoving his finger behind your lips. You were startled at first, but you didn't protest. You felt him start to move his finger back and forth.
You pressed your thighs together, feeling the wet patch on the front of your panties grow as his digit invaded your mouth. As if it were second nature to you, you started to lightly suckle on it, gently gliding your lips up and down over his knuckles.
"Oh my god," he sighed. "You're such a little slut. What are you sucking on it for?"
The two boys laughed at you, and your cheeks grew hot with embarrassment, realizing how ridiculous you must have looked to them. You immediately pulled back, slipping his finger out from behind your lips and blushing.
"I didn't say you could stop," a voice that sounded like it belonged to Chris came through before he tilted your head to face him.
He shoved his finger back into your mouth, pumping it back and forth as you softly gagged. He couldn't get enough of the sweet sound, imagining you sucking and gagging on something else. "Fuck yeah. Such a perfect little slut."
This went on for a few more seconds before he finally withdrew his finger, leaving you dripping with the way he spoke to you. Matt and Chris exchanged a look. They could tell how turned on you were getting and how much you were enjoying being spoken down to by them.
Without warning, the other brother tucked his finger behind your lips, slowly and sensually driving it into your mouth, your tongue softly brushing against his nerve-endings. As if you couldn't control it, you started to gently suck him in, earning a breathy sound from the boy.
"Fucking slut. Keep sucking on it just like that," he whispered in a raspy tone. You swooned at his words of encouragement, creating more suction and slipping his finger further into your mouth. "I bet you'd suck on anything that we put in your mouth."
Matt cracked a smile, naughty thoughts dancing around in his head as he stared down at the way that your pink, plump lips looked wrapped around his knuckle. He slowly removed his finger, savoring the sensation of your soft, wet mouth.
"I know that's you, Matt," you smirked, still blindfolded and kneeling down on your soft, fuzzy rug, anticipating their next move.
"You think you're so good at this, huh?" Matt responded, his voice laced with arousal. "What if we have you suck on something else and guess whose is whose?"
Your heart pounded in your ears, blood pumping through your veins as you heard the slow ziiip of one of the boys lowering their zipper. You parted your lips again, waiting eagerly to accept one of their tips. They both laughed at your desperation.
"God, she can't wait to suck on it," one of them commented under his breath, observing the way your knee jerk reaction was to open your mouth when you heard a zipper being undone. "It's like she was made for this."
"Come on, little slut. You gotta find it," you heard a different voice say, his cock in his hand as he dangled it out in front of you. Your breath grew more shallow as it registered to you what he was asking you to do. You thought it was Matt, but you couldn't be sure.
You nodded and opened your lips a bit wider, sticking your neck out like you were bobbing for apples or trying to catch something in your mouth. Their mean chuckles rang in your ears again as he took a step back so that you'd miss, making you look silly.
The way he was taunting you was turning you on even more than you'd ever care to admit. You could feel your stomach flip at the situation, blindfolded and kneeling in front of them like a dog with your tongue out.
"So close," he hissed, nearing your mouth with his head again, slowly stroking his length. "Try again."
You repeated the motion, leaning forward and trying to find him with your lips, but he pulled his tip away at the last second, nearly causing you to lose your balance. Their laughter grew louder again.
"Come on, stupid girl. It's hanging right in front of your face," one of them playfully insulted you.
"Poor thing. I'll help you," the other cooed, tipping your chin up a bit. "Stick your tongue out more." You obediently listened like every wish of his was your command. Matt took his tip and started to gently slap it against your tastebuds, sending jolts of pleasure through his cock. "Fuck yeah. That's it. Now give it a kiss."
He placed the underside of his cock against your pretty, pursed lips, feeling you work your mouth over that spot where his tip connects to his shaft. A low, guttural moan sounded as you hit a particularly sensitive area, your tongue grazing over his veins as you passionately kissed it.
"God, what a slut," Chris hummed, making you second guess who was in your mouth. "I bet she's getting all wet right now." Your cheeks flushed, knowing he was right.
There was a part of you that wished you could see their faces and look into their blue eyes, but on the other hand, you loved the way that not being able to see heightened your senses and left you wondering what was going to happen next.
"Now, lick it clean," Matt whispered, his breath growing heavy. You dragged your tongue up his cockhead to his slit, tasting the saltiness of his precum that leaked from him and slurping it up.
"God, this can't be her first time. She knows exactly how to treat a cock," one of them cooed, his words encouraging you to take more.
You opened up a bit wider, tucking his swollen tip behind your lips. Matt watched you slink down his length, the sensation pulling a breathy moan from him and his cock twitching against your tongue.
You felt a palm rest on the back of your head, which actually belonged to Chris. Matt's panting and moaning filled the room as he slowly bucked his hips forward, gently fucking your mouth.
"You're a naughty little thing, aren't you? You suck it so good," Chris said to you, stroking your hair to the cadence of his voice, continuing to try to throw you off as he watched his brother's length disappear behind your plump lips.
He was now massaging his own cock through his jeans as he took in the sight, making it jump at his touch and imagining you were taking him instead.
You were dripping wet by now, feeling Matt's tip glide across the roof of your mouth with every forward thrust. You couldn't help but to reach up your skirt, pressing your fingers against the front of your soaking wet panties. You moaned around his shaft as you rubbed your clit in small circles.
"Awh, she's getting all turned on," Chris cooed, still pawing at himself.
"Fuck. She's gonna make me cum," Matt purred, the tension in his lower stomach tightening.
That was all you needed to hear.
You doubled your efforts, bobbing up and down on him as you reached for his shaft with your free hand, stroking the bit that you couldn't fit into your mouth. His eyes rolled back, his lips parting and his head tipping back as he savored the sensation.
His stomach clenched, and his knees locked, his whole body tightening as you pulled his climax from deep within. His cock pulsated against your lips that were stretched around him, his sweet release spilling onto your tongue. The silky warmth filled your mouth, and you swallowed it down eagerly.
You stayed there for a few seconds after you finished him off, draining him completely and choking down every last drop. He smiled down at you with a satisfied look on his face while he tried to catch his breath. He withdrew his cock from behind your lips, feeling them glide over every vein as he slowly pulled it out.
"You even swallow like a little whore," one of the boys said, followed by them both snickering at you. You heard the sound of another zipper being undone, still rubbing yourself through your panties as you prepared to be used by the other brother.
"Open that pretty mouth," Chris whispered in a hushed voice, his blue eyes locked onto you as he took his cock out, slowly stroking it in his hand. You opened wide, waiting in anticipation. Chris placed his balls into your mouth, letting his heavy cock smack you in the face. "Suck."
You obeyed his orders, gently suckling on his balls with his thick length laying across your cheek. He softly stroked your hair, moans unfurling from his lips as you stimulated him.
"Jesus Christ," Matt commented, watching you do anything they asked of you.
"C'mon. Quit touching yourself. I want both your hands on my cock. Now," you heard Chris say, feeling him drag his length across your face and place his tip on your bottom lip. You listened, reaching up with both hands and wrapping your fingers around it. "You just sit there and look pretty. I'll do the rest."
His words buzzed in your ears, your slick dripping down the inside of your thigh. He thrust his hips forward, pushing his pink, glistening head past your lips. You engulfed him, your tongue tracing the veins on the underside of his cock.
Not being able to relieve yourself of all the built-up sexual energy was torture. In a desperate attempt to get any kind of release, you clenched your thighs together over and over. You whimpered around his shaft, sending vibrations through his cock, your hands wrapped around the base.
"Naughty little thing. You take it so well," he purred, threading his fingers through your hair and making you take more of his length. He started to piston his cock into your mouth at a rougher pace, causing you to gag on him. His chest rose and fell faster with every staggered breath.
You hollowed out your cheeks, sucking him in and stroking him with both hands like he'd ordered you to.
"Where'd you learn to be such a little whore from, huh?" Matt cooed, his eyes fixed on the scene in front of him and the way you were taking the treatment without any protest or complaint. His words went straight to your clit.
"Take it. Take it. Take it, slut," Chris rasped breathlessly, plunging his cock in and out of your warm mouth, watching the way your drool glistened on his length.
You were so turned on you couldn't stand it. You continued pressing your thighs together while Chris used you, a familiar pressure building in your core. His hips continued to snap forward, chasing his own release.
Finally, a deep moan escaped from him, the muscles in his lower stomach contracting as he finished. His throbbing cock sputtered a thick, warm liquid onto your tongue, his hand pushing your head down.
It was too much for you - him cumming in your mouth, the way he twitched against your lips, the sounds he was making, the way his brother had used you earlier. You clenched your thighs one final time before being sent over the edge.
You came unraveled on your knees in front of him at the same time that he did, your whole body trembling and a moan vibrating around his cock. Your orgasm washed over you, your sense of pleasure heightened by sensory deprivation.
Chris' mean laugh thundered in your ears, breaking you out of the moment, humiliation and embarrassment immediately replacing your temporary satisfaction.
"Did you just cum untouched while sucking my cock, slut? Are you kidding me?" He poked fun at you, pulling your mouth off of his cock with a pop. "How fucking pathetic is that?"
He didn't even give you a chance to guess who was who before taking the blindfold off, even though it was blatantly obvious in each of their demeanors who was who, but it wasn't about the game. It was never really about the game.
a/n: can't believe kinktober is halfway over, and I'm just now feeding y'all a chratt fic. anyway, hope you enjoy!
▶︎•၊၊||၊|။||||။၊|။• NOW PLAYING: TIED UP - CASSIE VEGGIES
TIED UP
A thrill of apprehension and excitement coursed through you as Matt towered above, candle in hand, his mischievous grin glowing in the candlelight while your gaze darted between his eyes and the flickering flame. You were on your back, wrists tied above your head and secured to the bed, the way his eyes sparkled while he looked at you, sending goosebumps across your skin.
"No one would believe me if I told them I had you like this right now," Matt huskily whispered, his hungry gaze shifting between the wax gathering at the tip of the candle and your exposed, bound form. "Everyone thinks you're such a good girl."
You hissed through clenched teeth as the hot liquid pooled into a single drop and landed on your bare breast, cooling after it dripped across your skin. Your chest heaved, you breath shallowing. Matt smirked at you from above, getting turned on by your reactions.
"You like it, don't you?" He cooed, dripping a few more drops of wax onto your tits and watching you jump at the sensation. You nodded eagerly. "I thought you might."
You felt vulnerable and on display, having it be your first time doing anything outside of your comfort zone like this.
It had been Matt's idea, and you weren't sure if it was the glint in his eye while suggesting it that had coaxed you into doing it or if you really liked the idea of being tied up and having warm candlewax dripped all over you.
Either way, here you were, thoroughly enjoying yourself.
"You trust me to make you feel good?" He softly purred, his his blue eyes holding you in a trance. You nodded as he slipped two of his fingers into his mouth, wetting them, before he placed them between your legs, positioning them at your entrance. He roughly plunged them inside of your drooling hole with no further warning.
Your jaw dropped, a faint moan falling from your lips as you stretched around their size. "Oh, Matt. Oh, my god," you responded in a breathy sigh, your eyes starting to roll back as his fingers started to move inside of you.
With his other hand, he dangled the candle above you, more drops of wax trickling down the swell of your breast, your rib cage, and your stomach. Pain and pleasure melted together like the searing liquid across your sensitive skin, each prominent streak of wax looking like abstract art.
He pistoned his long fingers into your slick cunt, massaging your clit thoughtfully with his thumb. You let out a sound somewhere between a yelp and a whimper, arching your back and tugging at the nylon rope tied around your wrists as he curled them inside of you, finding your gspot.
"You like it when I fingerfuck you, hmm?" He asked in a sweet voice, a smug smile tugging at the corner of his lip as he felt you clench around his knuckles. "Squeezing them so tight."
You nodded, struggling against the restraints, your heavy-lidded eyes fixed on his. He tilted the candle again, the warmth of the flame radiating against your skin. He dribbled more hot wax down the insides of your thighs, the liquid cooling and hardening right before hitting your cunt. You writhed beneath him, your breasts bouncing.
"Can't believe I get this all to myself," he muttered mostly to himself, watching you closely and taking note of every subtle reaction and expression. The sounds of you squelching around him, your soft moans, and your shallow panting filled the room, encouraging him to thrust his fingers harder.
You gasped as the wax landed on your lower stomach, rolling down your mound. Your face contorted in pleasure, your lips parting in an 'o' shape and your eyebrows furrowing together.
"You gonna cum all over my fingers?" He cooed, drawing you towards the edge. His name rolled off the tip of your tongue over and over, your climax welling deep within. "You fucking love it, don't you?"
You answered his question by pulsing around his fingers, coating them in a thick layer of arousal as you came unraveled. Your body twitched, pleasure radiating from every nerve ending and dopamine flooding your system. Moans poured from your lips like warm honey.
Matt relished the involuntary reactions of your body and your fucked out expression. He slowed down his movements, gently fingerfucking you through your orgasm and the aftershocks.
Once your heartrate and breath started to return to normal, he blew out the candle and extracted his fingers from you, taking them into his mouth and sucking them clean. "Mmm. Tastes like you've been dying for someone to do that to you."
“god, look at that drooling pussy,” chris mumbles, his hand holding your leg up as you laid on your side, his spent cock resting just behind your thigh. you can feel him leaking out of you, dripping down onto the bed, it was so messy and dirty but it made your greedy cunt ache for more. “y’gonna let my brother take a turn? hm?” he kisses below your ear, his hot panting breath hitting your neck.
you glanced over at matt whom was sitting in your desk chair, manspreading with a tooth pick in his mouth while his emotionless eyes started right back at you, his long fingers grazing the mount in his jeans so casually, like the straining hard cock didn’t hurt him at all.
you nod, your body heating up like an incoming high fever, the temperature creating beads of sweat on your forehead and your heart feeling like it’ll pop out when matt stood and striped off his clothes— his cock heavy and pretty with precum.
the bed dips with matt’s weight on it, laying right in front of you and sandwiching you between his brother. chris doesn’t put your leg down, he spreads it wider for his brothers tip to plunge his dripping cum back inside your tight walls, so wet and slick that he slides right in.
“you’re so filthy,” matt whispers against your lips, thrusting balls deep into your sensitive hole, earning a soft squeal from you. “spreading your legs for two guys you just met and letting them cum inside you.”
warnings: nsfw content. porn with no plot. unprotected sex. cream pie (kinda). use of vibrator. clit stimulation. male masturbation. dirty talk. mentions of spit. slight dumbification. kinda mean!chris.
ᯓᡣ𐭩 chris sturniolo x fem!reader
chris could see it. all day. some spiral of thoughts swirling around in your head, the way you’d shy away from eye contact, fingers constantly stuffed in your mouth to bite at your nails.
he sees it now, feels it now more than anything. on top of you, buried deep inside your pussy with an unforgiving pace, and you’re elsewhere.
he can tell your moans are forced, too pornographic and staged for them to be the usual, airy squeaks that fall from your lips when he’s fucking you just right. when you usually would’ve came ten minutes ago, you seem no where near close and he’s been edging himself for the last five, trying not to cum without leaving you satisfied too.
“alright,” he grits, hands braced beside your head as he stops moving entirely. “the fucks going on?”
your eyes shoot open from previously being squeezed shut, looking up at him like you’ve just been caught lying. and in a sense you have.
“what?” you sputter, eyes darting across his face “nothing- it’s nothing. just keep going, please.”
his eyes scan your face like a machine, shaking his head lightly. “shut it off,” he grits, hand coming to grab your jaw, making sure he has your undivided attention “i can hear you thinking, never gonna be able to finish if you don’t stop bein' an idiot.”
you nod, your throat tight with a thick swallow. and when you think he’ll just keep going after giving you his warning advice, he doesn’t. after he’s done searching your face, he sighs, low in his chest.
your eyes widen when he reaches for your bedside table, yanking open the drawer. you don’t need to guess what he’s retrieving, and he tuts before shutting the drawer again.
“can’t believe my dick isn’t enough to get you to shut that head off for one fuckin’ minute.”
he pulls out of you with a quiet hiss, sitting back on his haunches between your still spread legs. he flicks the bullet vibrator on, the low buzz filling the room. he starts it low on your tummy, eyes locking onto yours when you twitch.
“do not close these legs,” he murmurs, squeezing your thigh with his freehand for good measure, “don’t close your eyes, and for fucks sake don’t think about anything but how this feels, got it?”
you squirm lightly under the vibration, nodding with a soft whine, “got it,” you hiccup, and he hums approvingly, “because you know i’ll stop.” he adds.
he drags the vibrator down your belly, swirling it around your clit before pressing it firmly against the sensitive bud, holding it there as if to let you adjust. your legs twitch, but don’t close, and your eyes flutter, but don’t close.
“good girl,” he purrs lowly, circling the vibrator methodically around your clit. he leans forward slightly, lips pursing to spit onto your pussy, giving the vibrator some lubricant to move around smoothly.
he watches intently, every spasm of your body as he moves the buzzing toy across your skin. the way your bottom lip slots between your teeth to stifle your whines, your brows drawn together. he finally feels as though your brain is clear, and only full of him.
the thought makes his cock pulse against his stomach, and his lips purse again to spit into his palm. he wraps his sticky palm around his shaft, giving himself a few strokes, dragging his thumb over his slit before shuffling forward, pressing his tip just beneath where the vibrator buzzes against your clit.
“fuuuck,” he moans lowly, the sensation of the vibrator now stimulating you both. he continues moving the vibrator around your clit, his free hand still working the length of his cock.
watching the way his face contorts, how his jaw slacks and his brows pull together, has whatever was blocking your brain earlier completely forgotten.
“chris,” you whimper softly, hips bucking against the vibrator and his cock, “chris, m’gonna cum.”
he nods, curls sticking to his forehead, “good,” he breaths, struggling to speak himself, eyes still locked on the way he’s moving the vibrator against your clit and his tip, “go ahead.”
the knot in your stomach builds and builds and finally snaps, white spots dotting your vision as you thrash underneath of him with the effort to keep your legs open.
his hand works harder around his cock, vibrator still pressed firmly against your clit and just as you’re on the bring of overstimulation, he cums. thick, hot spurts coating your clit and your puffy folds.
he flicks the vibrator off, tossing it next to you on the bed. his cock pulses against your skin, whimpering softly as he drags the tip through the mess he just created on your folds.
he looks up at you to assess your state, and smiles when he finds you fucked out, looking up at him like he just hung the stars for you. his cock rests heavy against your pussy, and he leans down to press a playful kiss onto the inside of your knee.
“told you, you need to get out of that stupid head of yours and just let me make you dumb myself.”
caroline speaks: ok this is slightly freaked out but not to my full capacity my apologies.
content warning: nsfw content. porn with plot. cheating (reader). dealer!chris. unprotected sex. cream pie. oral (m receiving). mentions of spit. dirty talk. heavy mentions of drugs. mentions of alcohol and weed. intoxication. slight angst. mentions of childhood. talks of shyness and insecurity.
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being a quiet kid never really had it’s perks, outwardly anyways. you grew up as what you felt like was a shadow to everything going on around you, faded perfectly into the back and just unnoticed enough.
you played by yourself, sat by yourself, ate by yourself. it was never a result of not fitting in, or being denied, it was just your preference. you never went away for sleepovers, after the two times you tried and had to get some kids parent to call your mom to come get you in the middle of the night. you had friends, but those who were just as quiet as you. who liked to sit and not talk all the time, who kept to themselves in the presence of yourself and others.
when your teachers and your parents realized it was a choice, the pressure let up somewhat. you were just a quiet kid. there was always encouragement there, but never more than just a suggestion which you always shrugged with little interest at.
this was a perk in enough of itself for you though, gaining your comfortability from a more quiet life. your household was a middle ground, quiet mother who you took after, and a lively father who your older brother took after.
you never understood it, the way your dads voice would literally echo off the walls when he spoke, and the way your mom would smile at him like she was falling in love with him all over again. ‘opposites attract’, she always told you.
you were day and night compared to some other kids. sitting on the side of the playground, picking at rocks or watching the clouds while others squealed and screamed on the monkey bars.
but every extrovert picks their introvert, and this is how you met chris.
in fourth grade, when you were doing your time of waiting for recess to be over, perched on the wooden bench by the makeshift soccer field at your school.
chris was the definition of extroverted, loud and boisterous, crooked teeth always on display. the soccer ball all the kids were playing with got kicked in your direction, and when he went to retrieve it he saw you in your toned down little world.
and because chris’s mother drilled into his head all of his youth years, that the idea of ‘he’s just picking on you because he has a crush on you’ was wrong and only lead girls to accept a guy has to be mean to you in order to like you, he kicked the soccer ball back and plopped next to you on the bench.
no teasing remarks, no questions about why you weren’t playing or why you were so quiet. he just sat with you, until you were called back for recess.
it took him until about sixth grade to get you anywhere near cracked out of your shell. he never pressured but he never let up either. you were inseparable through all of middle school, and he balanced a perfect medium between his more social life and you.
he played sports, had different friend groups, and had his brothers. your parents and his parents were in close contacts of course, because when you had mentioned a friend named chris your dad wasn’t even concerned it was a boy, they were just enlightened to learn that someone was getting through to you. someone who had a voice, someone who could get you out there.
it didn’t make sense to you, or to others, why he found any gravitation towards you. you were shy, awkward, like everyone at that age. but once high school came, and everyone grew out of it, you seemed to stay that way.
not nerdy, chris used to tell you to say smart instead of nerdy. not awkward, chris used to tell you to say shy instead of awkward.
a natural drift happened during junior and sophomore year, more parties and more opportunities that chris took himself up on where you, you wanted to stay home. to watch a movie with your mom, to be in bed by nine.
you didn’t have a fear of missing out, you had a fear of being there. it didn’t interest you at all, and when chris tried to encourage you to a party or a social gathering, you felt you had no place there. you told him to go alone. you don’t know if he outgrew you or if you had pushed him away, but by senior year there was no more than a happy birthday and happy holidays text between you and him.
summer before your freshman year of college is when everything changed for you. were you really content in this quiet lifestyle you’ve immersed yourself in? were you about to miss out on the universal college experience because you liked to be in bed early? because you didn’t like talking to people?
maybe. or maybe it was because your acne cleared up, your tits grew from only needing a sports bra to a cupped bra, you figured out how to do your hair to frame your face, your makeup to make your cheeks look defined and your eyes sharp. maybe because more girls tried to be your friend before you went off to college, or more guys showed interest in you.
you tried to tell yourself it wasn’t this, that you were just tired of being quiet.
but all in all, you felt like a poser. getting dolled up with girls you wouldn’t quite consider your friends, who couldn’t get through a conversation without mentioning alcohol or boys. flirting with guys who found your awkwardness cute rather than off putting. screaming and shouting the words to songs you don’t like at parties.
you toughed it out though, landing yourself what most would call a consistent friend group, even though they all talked shit about each other anyways. you started drinking, started smoking, and through some coercion, even started taking drugs at parties. only sometimes though, when you wanted to revert to being quiet. it was hard to be quiet with an upper shoved in your face.
you’ve also landed yourself a boyfriend. besides your education, he’s the realest thing about your college experience. now it’s junior year, and you feel like aside from your classmates, he’s the only one in your ‘inner’ circle that you can have a conversation with.
it’s tough at times, because it’s not anywhere near the depth of the intellectual conversations you wish to have. and truthfully, it makes you feel a bit guilty. parading around with this frat guy because sometimes he makes sense. because he brings your stock value up.
sometimes you think you’re doing your old self a favour, leaving behind everything you once valued and enjoyed. but sometimes you miss it, you get tired of the sound of your own voice, looking in the mirror and seeing someone you feel you don’t recognize at times.
this is one of those times. the times where you feel like you don’t belong and you feel like everyone can see it. even though you’ve been playing this role for so long that sometimes it feels natural, even to you.
perched on your boyfriends bed in the frat house, his room adorned with different sports posters you could care less about, beer brand memorabilia hung and scattered across the room in a way that makes your skin crawl. he’s puttering around, on and off the phone with different members of the frat getting ready for a party that’s going on at the frat tonight.
you’re stressed listening to him, even though you’re doing your part of sitting on his bed looking pretty. you’re fine with this, because even though he’s paying you no mind, you just get to sit. observe. be quiet.
you force the thought from your head, basking in it instead before your pretty girlfriends show up and you have to squeal and unfortunately dumb yourself down to converse with them. your boyfriends voice fades in and out of your ears, occasionally tuning it to just hear the tone of the conversation.
he always got stressed planning these parties, they had a large turn out so the accommodation he felt that he had to provide felt extreme, considering ninety percent of college students are just looking for a roof over their head and a place to get fucked up.
with the accommodation factor in mind, your boyfriend also dabbled in selling ‘party favours’, as he liked to call them. you wouldn’t let your brain classify him as a drug dealer, because he wasn’t doing types of daily runs to students who had a habit. he just picked up from the same guy whenever he hosted a party, purchasing a small amount to redistribute to whoever at the party was willing to pay.
this was the point of contention for the day. the guy he usually picked up from decided to take a step back from dealing because he had too many close calls with being caught, leaving your boyfriend with no supply for the night.
kegs were purchased, mass amounts of alcohol and mixers, but no ‘party favours’, so to speak. after many heated phone calls, cursing and yelling, he emerges from his bathroom. running a stressed hand through his hair, he moves to his dresser to rifle through the top drawer.
you shift on the bed, reluctantly. your moment of silence has been stripped from you, now you have to talk.
“did you get everything figured out?” you ask softly, watching as he pulls wads of cash from his sock drawer. he turns to you, flashing you a quick smile before looking at the stack in his hand.
“yeah babe,” he murmurs, sifting through the cash with his thumb, “got a new guy comin’ in a few. never bought from him but the guys say he’s got good shit.”
you nod, a sigh escaping your lips. it was cutting it close, the party was close to starting, or people were about to be arriving at least. you’re already ready, dressed up in a shirt you want to put a hoodie over, and a skirt that’s going to disintegrate in your fingers if you tug at it any longer.
his phone buzzes, and with a quick glance he mumbles a ‘be right back,’ before slipping out of his bedroom, presumably to let in this dealer. you expect to see what you’re used to, some guy who’d make you want to walk on the other side of the street if you came across him in public. someone who just looked sleazy. like they weren’t someone you’d want to be involved with.
you’d never expect chris sturniolo to walk through the door. grown up, but still mostly the same in his looks. sharp jawline, light stubble scattered across his chin. dark circles, a shade or two darker than they were in highschool. his hair is shorter now, you notice when he pulls his hood down and it splits down the center and falls over his forehead and curls at the nape of his neck, opposed to the mop of curls he used to have.
he doesn’t even notice you, setting a black bag on your boyfriends bed, right to the side of where you sat. this by itself tells you he must do this often, they way he unloads the contents of the bag, laser focused on the different joints, bags of bud, bags of powder, colourful pills, you know this is business to him.
your throat is so dry, you couldn’t speak if you wanted to. you want to call out to him, to just make him see you, but you can’t. that’s one thing your boyfriend always said; when these guys come by, you don’t speak to them.
together, they’re pointing and discussing the different bags set out on the bed. it’s clear chris brought everything, not knowing what your boyfriend typically purchased for these parties. after brief words you don’t entirely understand, your boyfriend flicking through the cash he has, calculating look on his face, you hear him exchange a ‘one second’ before leaving the room.
the click of the door shutting is deafening, and you hold onto your not speaking agreement until chris breaks the silence, not even looking up from the array on the bed.
“you look fuckin’ ridiculous,” he mutters, picking up a little baggy of white pills, brushing his thumb over the plastic.
the silence stretches on, and you’re at a loss for words. back to silence. just how he knew you.
he looks up finally, giving you a once over that feels judgemental, and he scoffs. “new life treatin’ you good?” he asks, and you can feel how condescending he’s being like smoke wrapping you up.
“chris-,” is all you can breathe out before your boyfriend reenters the room, more cash in hand.
“here, bro.” he says, handing the cash to chris. chris gives a dismissive hum, thumbing through it as he counts in his head. when he seems satisfactory with the amount of cash, he stuffs it into his pocket. with a huff, he packs up the substances your boyfriend decided not to purchase, placing them intricately back into the bag before zipping it up.
“have fun tonight,” chris murmurs, slinging the bag over his shoulder. your boyfriend provides some thankful response, and even though chris is speaking to him you felt the insincerity in his dismissal. he turns to shut the door, giving you a second and final glance. and there’s two things you see.
recognition. and then it’s all swept away by disappointment, his jaw setting and you swear he rolled his eyes before the door fully shut.
you can’t get the look on his face out of your head all night. it gets worse even, the louder the party gets, the more drinks you consume. you feel caught. could he still see through you after all this time? what you’re even more confused about, is how it seems both of your lives have taken turns in the opposite directions, and he has the nerve to be disappointed in you.
it’s a strange feeling, the way you blink and his face is there. the party dims out, three or four o’clock in the morning and you go home, where you’d normally stay with your boyfriend. some lame excuse he took with no convincing about how you didn’t feel good. you wanted to sleep in your own bed.
you dream all night about when you were kids. chris’s contrasting volume to your quiet nature, how he seemed to have always wanted you this way. maybe not entirely, but he was always comfortable and content with how you were. now that the shell was gone and buried, you felt more exposed than ever. that single look he gave you was more telling than any time he had ever looked at you.
a week or so has gone by since you saw chris, mulling about your “life” as usual. going to class, keeping up your grades because that’s all you really count on anymore. your boyfriend has checked in as usual, but you keep up the promise that you’re just busy with school and can’t hangout.
not that you just witnessed your childhood best friend pull out copious amounts of drugs you couldn’t even name and sell them to your boyfriend, right in front of your eyes.
that someone who you were under the impression just disappeared off the face of the earth, who you told yourself might’ve just went to college out of state. maybe chose to live a quiet life, just resurfaced right where you left each other, both in significantly different positions.
after nights of losing sleep, the internal debate weighing your mind, it didn’t take you long to find his phone number. intentionally mentioning to some of your friends that your boyfriend bought from “some chris guy”, watching who’s faces changed with recognition. gossip was typical, and they all thought you were just recalling your boyfriends party duties.
when one girl almost lit up, you asked if she knew him. she nodded, a bit sheepishly. “he sells really good molly.” the girls all erupt with giggles, like the girl who knows him is just so quirky for doing molly.
you ignore the cringe that you know is already visible on your face, asking if you could maybe have his number. she has a knowing look on her face when she pulls out his phone, like you’re about to go buy some hard drug from him.
that was your next problem. would he really see you if you just texted him and asked to talk? what was his process? this is the most out of your element you’ve felt through your entirety of college, trying to trick a drug dealer into having a conversation with you.
you debate it. all day. all through your classes. all through your study sessions. you don’t go home at the end of the day, the quiet of your apartment allowing for too much extra thought. for once you avoid quiet.
you go to a small cafe by your apartment, so when your boyfriend calls to ask you to come over he can hear the clatter of coffee mugs and people talking in the background. so he knows you’re not avoiding him.
you’re not avoiding him, you tell yourself. but you are. something just felt off about watching him buy drugs off someone who used to know you so well. who very well knew this wasn’t the life you wanted to be living. what you were meant for.
someone who you used to know so well.
it’s when you see it, that you think this all has to be a game. big, leather jacket. backwards fitted cap. long, slender fingers wrapped around a white paper cup. of fucking course he’d be ordering a coffee at like, 7pm.
you’re packing your things before you can stop yourself, eyes locked on his form like he’d dissipate if you looked away. you’re chasing after him as he walks away, the sound of the bell at the door sounding before you grab the fabric of his jacket.
he turns around, brows drawn together as he looks down at you. “chris,” you breathe fully this time, “i wanna buy some mo-,”
now he’s yanking you, out of the door of the cafe “shhhh, shut up,” he grits, looking down at you like you’ve just asked him to buy drugs in public. because that’s exactly what you just did.
your cheeks flush red with embarrassment and shock, and he looks around as if someone had heard you. you sputter out an attempt at an apology, and he silences you further, eyes wide and almost begging you to just shut up.
“just-,” he huffs, pinching the bridge of his nose with his free hand, “just come with me.” and he’s already dragging you through the streets.
his apartment is not what you expected. you don’t know what you expected, but it wasn’t this. it’s pristine, almost. you can tell he lives here, it’s furnished but the only incriminating thing is a small rolling tray on the living room table, a buster but no visible weed.
he tosses his keys on the counter, noticing your almost lost expression. “i don’t keep any of it here,” he mumbles, “know you don’t actually wanna buy anything, anyways.”
you don’t even know where to start, what to ask or say. he plops on the couch, interrupting your racing thoughts. his eyes scan over you, pointing to your outfit.
“where’s your lil’ skirt?” he asks, making you aware of the drab outfit you have on; sweatpants and a hoodie that are likely two sizes too big for you, a stark comparison to how you were dressed before the party the other night. you shift, tugging the cuffs of the hoodie down over your hands.
it’s clear he doesn’t actually want an answer, the way he leans forward to crack open the buster, dumping some grinded up weed onto the rolling tray before pulling a pack of rolling papers from his pocket.
“what happened to you?” you blurt, hating how patronizing you sound. it’s short lived when he scoffs, shaking his head.
“what happened to you?” he rebuttals, pausing the meticulous construction of his joint to actually look at you. “your new friends and your little boyfriend might be fooled, but from what i knew you were far more than content with a book and just a few words.”
you feel seen. exposed. you don’t know why you feel like you’ve just had your walls stripped down, identity exposed. that’s all chris knew you as, and maybe it was the real you. but no one currently knew that.
“people change,” you reply weakly, watching as his nimble fingers return their work around the joint.
“yeah, and if you truly believed that you wouldn’t be here askin’ me why i’m sellin’ drugs and shit.” he mumbles.
you don’t know why your frustration is mounting, maybe because he’s right. it is because he’s right. you can never be this new version of yourself when there’s people out there who know you. know you like chris does.
“those people don’t care about you, y’know.” he starts up again, and it pisses you off not only that you already know this, but also that you want to hear what he has to say. he knows the look in your eyes, so he takes his cue to continue.
“do you really think they would’ve stuck around if you didn’t act like this crazy party girl? weren’t willing to stay up late, drink, do drugs? whatever the fuck it is that you do?” he asks.
“think that boyfriend of yours would want or flaunt that little shy version of you? the girl who willingly sat alone at lunch all through middle and highschool? the girl who had a bedtime by choice until she was eighteen?”
you knew this. it’s ringing in your head that you already knew this, but chris voicing it with so much disappointment laced in his voice makes it real. and it makes it hurt.
“i just wanted a change,” you mumble, pleading tone to your voice to make him believe, just like everyone else.
“no you didn’t.” he bites back, twisting off the tip of his joint, “and i didn’t either. you think i spent all those years trying to get you out there because i wanted to corrupt you or something?” he asks, and you freeze, not knowing what he’s getting at.
he scoffs “i liked you the way you were. i only ever tried to get you to go out because i wanted to be around you. no matter where i went or what you did i wanted to be with you. i would’ve been with you early nights and all, for you.” he gestures to you, features strained, “and now you’ve become something you’re not for people who don’t know you at all.”
the vulnerability hangs heavy in the air, and he shakes his head like he’s confused by his own words.
“i’m sorry,” you whisper out, cursing your younger self for being so blind to his care.
he shrugs, flicking a lighter to light the end of his joint, hauling off of it before blowing a soft tendril out into the space in front of him. “s’whatever. you were always too caught up in that head of yours to believe anyone could actually like you for who you were anyways.”
it should sting. but it doesn’t. that same feeling he always provided for you, feeling seen without being loud or noticeable at all. as if he can sense the change in the air from confrontation to admittance, he clears his throat.
“so, you gonna pay me for my time or what?” he asks, joint dangling from his fingers “was supposed to be out on a deal, but here we are.”
your eyes widen slightly, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear “you should’ve told me you had somewhere to be,” you say quietly, sheepish that you’ve put him out of work for the night.
he shrugs, and you remember by the volume of drugs he pulled out the other night that it couldn’t have been a deal he truly missed out on if he’s still sitting here with you.
“got another idea on how you can make it up to me though,” and he sinks back into the couch, pushing his hips forward to manspread. your throat runs dry at the implication, dry, broken laugh falling from your lips.
“chris, i have a boyfriend.” you say, and he tilts his head.
“after today? i don’t think you do.”
the boyish smile that you’ve missed for years forms on his lips, tongue slightly between his teeth and the sight alone almost sends you crawling between his legs. he was right, after the harsh reality check he gave you while simultaneously making you feel okay about being who you are, your friends and boyfriend would probably be dropped by the end of the week.
“you just gonna stand there or are you gonna come put those pretty lips around my cock?”
your feet are carrying you to him like you’re in a trance, sinking to your knees in front of him onto the plush rug he has in his living room. he puts the joint between his lips to free up one of his hands, lifting his hips to tug his sweatpants and boxers down his thighs. you take over once they’re down far enough, pulling them to his ankles.
his cock springs against his stomach, heavy and leaking with precum, tip aching and red. you lean forward, grabbing his base with one hand to flick your tongue over his slit, kitten licking as you watch him take a long hit off his joint.
his eyes are lidded and red, lips already stuck in a permanent part, never closing even after he exhales. his hand not holding the joint, comes to brush his thumb tenderly along your cheek, sliding immediately into your hair when you wrap your lips around him fully, moaning softly as the taste of his precum coats your tongue.
“shiiit,” he breathes out, head falling back against the back of the couch, but his eyes don’t move from you. “who knew that quiet little mouth could get so filthy?”
his hand in your hair is hardly guiding, not fisting the strands but holding them out of your face as you work the length of his cock. the sight and sound of him only encourages you, spit dribbling from the corners off your mouth, down your chin and onto his balls.
a little too enthusiastically, you take too much of him. sputtering off his cock with a gag, heaving for breath as you pull off of him, thick strands of spit connecting your lips to his cock.
“good,” he breathes, leaning forward on the couch, reaching over you to stub the joint out on the rolling tray behind you, “that’s good.”
as he leans over you, he grabs your chin, tilting your head back to take your lips in a messy kiss. your head is craned back as you still sit on your knees, him slightly standing over you. once the joint is practically crushed, both of his hands free, he sits back.
still kissing you, his hands travel down your sides and to your hips, guiding you to stand. he breaks the kiss when you have a height advantage on him, kissing down your stomach to the top of your sweatpants.
he tugs your sweatpants to your mid thigh, exposing your panties to which he immediately latches his lips over your clit through the material, the sensation of his tongue pushing the lace fabric against the bud making your knees buckle.
noting how sensitive you already are, he hooks his fingers into the waistband of your panties, pulling them down to meet your sweatpants to tug them both off you entirely.
hands back on your hips, he flips you both, your back landing on the couch with him looming over you. his trip prods your entrance, jaw falling slack as he gathers your slick onto his tip, rubbing his tip through your folds.
“look at this perfect pussy,” he breathes, eyes flicking to yours as he continues the slow drag of his tip through your folds “s’all for me, yeah?”
when you answer with a broken whimper, his free hand grips your jaw, fingers squishing your cheeks together, “you’ve spent all this time pretending you’re not quiet, you can pretend a little longer,” he murmurs “so, who’s this sweet pussy for?” he asks again.
“you,” you hiccup, garbled speech as his fingers squish your cheeks.
he smirks, knowing “that’s right,” he coos “all for me.”
you gasp, unfiltered and raw as he presses just the tip in. he chuckles lowly when you already clench around him. he pushes into you slowly, always drawing back out until just the tip is nestled inside of you before pushing back in just a bit further than the last time.
he’s watching intently, the way your pussy practically swallows his cock with every thrust, the way your tummy twitches and how your hips jump for more. once he’s flush to the hilt, his hand leaves your jaw to press on your lower tummy. the pressure makes you jump, clenching around him.
“greedy,” he hums, starting a slow pace, still mesmerized as he watches “just like i thought she’d be.”
your breath hitches every time he thrusts into you, and you can see the smugness grow on his face the longer you become antsy, thighs twitching and your hands squirming like you don’t know what to do with them.
“something you need?” he asks, mock concern in his voice as his eyes meet yours. “use those words you’ve been so familiar with.”
“more,” you breathe out, hips shifting to try and get something, anything. “want more, please.”
his arms slip under your back, lifting you slightly by the small of your back “good girl,” he whispers, angling your hips upwards “i can give you more.”
you almost regret asking, your gasps and moans nearly cancelled out by the sound of his hips slapping against yours, balls slapping against your pussy. he grinning down at you, watching your brows pull together and lips fall open, hands clambering around his biceps for purchase.
he hisses when your nails dig into the muscle of his arms, his fingers tightening around your back. your head tips back against the pillow behind your head, his mouth dipping down the mouth sloppily at the expanse of your neck and chest.
you squeal when he flips you both suddenly, sitting you back down into his cock, straddling him as he resumes his position of sitting on the couch from earlier. your hands grip his shoulders, using them as leverage as his hands grip your waist, guiding you to set your own rhythm just to catch his breath.
one of his hands leaves your waist to rip the hem of your tank top down, your tits spilling out of the top of it. his bottom lip draws between his teeth, large hands coming to cup the bottom plush of your tits, watching them bounce in his hands as you move up and down the length of his cock. his thumbs occasionally brush across your pebbled nipples, groaning when you mewl from the contact.
when your hips start to falter, rutting and swirling instead of bouncing, combined with the way your walls clench around him, he knows you're close.
“gonna cum?” he coos out, “can feel your lil’ pussy squeezin’ around me.”
you nod, desperately as your forehead falls against his, hot breath fanning across his face. he contemplates making you work for it, wanting to see how needy you can get. what you’d look like and how you’d move just to cum.
but he wants you coming back for more. so, he scoots down the couch slightly, planting his feet more firmly on the ground. his hands grip the flesh of your ass, lifting you so there’s space for him to thrust relentlessly up into you.
the noises are obscene, skin slapping against skin, your moans and cries getting cut off with each hard thrust. he fucks you exactly like this through every tremble of your orgasm, until you’re a shaking mess, clinging to him and hiding your face in the crook of his neck.
this won’t do, he isn’t done. his fingers find the hair at the nape of your neck, sweaty and clinging to your skin. he pulls you back so that your heavy eyes are meeting his, his thrusts slow and calculated
“now,” he pants “are you gonna let me cum in that pussy, hm? let me fill you with who you should’ve been filled with all this time?”
you’re nodding before he’s even done talking, fucked out pout and hooded eyes locked on his face, “please.” you whisper.
“fuck,” he breathes. he doesn’t falter, eyes fluttering as he spills into you, letting your walls milk him for every drop he has to offer “this is all for you,” he whispers against your lips. his hands roam your body as you sit in his lap, comforting fingers massaging the flesh of your sides, thighs and ass.
a sigh slips from his lips eventually, tapping your hip gently in what you can only assume is cue for ‘get off of me’. you slip off of him, thighs clenching together and his cum already threatens to spill down your thighs. you gnaw on your bottom lip as he immediately stands, putting his clothes on.
your cheeks burn as you reach for your own, but you freeze when his voice cuts through the air.
“what’re you doing?” he asks, like you’re wrong for putting your clothes back on too.
“oh, um-,” you shrug, holding your panties and sweatpants up “getting dressed, i thought- thought that was my cue.”
he laughs, tugging his sweatpants back on to sit low on his hips. “nah, you don’t gotta get dressed.” he murmurs, grabbing your pants from you to toss them back on the floor.
“i got a drop to go to really quick, won’t be long.” he says, running his fingers through his messy hair in a half assed attempt to fix it.
his phone flashes on the coffee table, and your curious mind gets the best of you as he looks to see who it is. your boyfriends- or you suppose ex boyfriend, name pops up on the screen, and when you look up at chris he’s already smiling.
“yeah,” he murmurs, hand lifting to brush a strand of hair from your face, cupping your cheek “about to go sell to your ex boyfriend, with your cum all over my dick. you want me to tell him you guys are done or, you gonna spare him until tomorrow?”
you swallow thickly, embarrassed but not shameful. “i’ll tell him tomorrow.” you whisper.
he hums, pleased, before picking up his phone and slipping it into his pocket.
“be good for me while i’m gone. jus’ wait patiently and we can do this allll over again as soon as i get back, if you don’t have that dumbass bedtime of yours anymore.”
caroline speaks: if you actually read through all of this im kissing u through the screen right now !! i also tried my best to proof read this but sometimes lil spelling mistakes just go over my head. sorry for the super plot heavy fic i just wanted to write something with a bit of a back story. i am sensing a flop.
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