ⓘ CHRIS SNOOPING THROUGH MATTS PHONE. CHRIS GETTING TOUCHY WITH YOU. SMUT. VOYEURISM. EYE CONTACT. and more?
chris didn’t want to make it a habit to sneak matt’s phone when he would just leave it around without a care in the world—didn’t want to get caught and have questions be thrown his way about what he was doing.
he knew it was wrong—that everything he did was wrong. all the looking and watching and snooping…but he couldn’t help it.
he couldn’t help the way you made him hard every time he saw you.
he told himself everyday since he got his hands on the video that he wouldn’t touch matt’s phone again. but your contact on matt’s phone had been burned into his skull since he saw it.
his curiosity spiking with every growing second.
he wanted to know what you talked about with matt. what you sent him—specifically what pictures you sent to matt.
did you send him dirty ones of you in nothing? or ones of you in lacy sets? or where they ones of your outfits and how good you looked in anything you dressed in?
it was an endless list of things he wanted to know.
so when he got his hands on matt’s phone again, he didn’t stop himself. he didn’t know how much time he had, if he would get caught quickly or not.
he tried to make it fast.
quickly he opened matt’s messages—still thanking the fact that him and matt look similar so he could get into his phone. your name was at the top of his conversations, and his thumb clicked on it.
it took a little before he came across the first photo of you—it was too bold. just you in a crop top with some cute sleep shorts on, posing.
but it was when he decided to stop scrolling and instead click on your name, opening up the photos option to see them all collectively.
it didn’t take long until his eyes landed on the ones that made his stomach clench and his cock throb in his pants. nip slips you sent—you kneeling in front of a mirror in a black thong, the perfect side profile of your tits as you held your phone.
“fuck..” he groaned quietly, free hand coming down to palm at himself. his thumb was still scrolling through more, and a few pictures up—he saw the one thing that made his cock twitch.
a picture of you fully naked. posed in front of your full length mirror on your knees—tits on fully display, legs spread wide.
his face felt hot, he felt as though he could cum right there if he let his hand squeeze his cock a few more times. but he pulled his hand away before he could. letting out a few shallow breaths.
his imagination started to wander while his eyes bore into the photo—but the sound of footsteps upstairs had him scrambling to close the app and set the phone down on the counter like nothing happened.
he walked away, quickly finding something to do to make it seem like he was busy when matt came back to reclaim his phone. mumbling something about being back later before he left towards the front door.
chris didn’t know how he made it through the rest of the morning without slipping. his mind wouldn’t stop racing with the thought of you. those pictures were carved into him now.
every time he closed his eyes, those pictures flashed in his head—your soft skin, the arch of your back, the way your legs looked spread wide like that.
it was torture. pure and utter torture. because the more he saw of you, the more he wanted to fuck you—to have his turn with you.
he’s always been content watching from the side lines, getting off to watching you be pleasured by his brother. but he would be lying if he said he wasn’t getting restless.
chris let out a sigh, running his hand through his hair to try and calm himself. the last thing he needed was to have a hard on all day because he couldn’t stop thinking about you—and that was already hard enough to do.
by now a few hours had passed and matt had been gone ever since—out running errands or doing whatever he did when he disappeared for the day.
chris was still lounging on the couch, never having moved from when he planted himself there earlier. he wasn’t expecting to see you—he thought you had gone with matt because he hadn’t seen you all day. but he was wrong when heard your bedroom door open and the sound of your bare feet against the floor.
your footsteps padded against the floor, walking towards the stairs before you descended down them. you appeared in the doorway a moment later, holding a bottle of sunscreen in your hand while a towel draped over your arm.
“chris?” you said, shifting your weight on both of your feet. “can you put this on my back? I wanna go lay out and matt isn’t here at the moment.”
chris’ eyes bore into yours before he takes them down your body. his answer got caught somewhere in his throat because—fuck.
you were standing there in a bikini that barely covered anything. the kind of bikini that was meant for looking, not swimming. thin straps that sat high on your hips, a top that didn’t even try to hide the curve of your tits.
chris had to stop his mouth from opening the longer he stared. he had to stop staring all together, but fuck was it hard.
not to mention just that glance had his cock stirring in his pants.
“yeah,” he finally said, his voice coming out rougher than he intended it to. “yeah c’mere.” you smiled, padding over your him as he sat up on the couch fully. your hand holding the bottle of sunscreen out, and he took it from you as you turned away.
he flipped the cap open with one hand while his gaze locked onto the smooth line of your spine. squeezing a generous amount of sunscreen in his palm and pressed it to your warm skin.
the second he started rubbing the sunscreen in, his mind betrayed him—replaying that picture of you on your knees, tits pushed together, legs open. the same back he was looking at now, but in his head you were naked.
chris let out a quiet groan—one too quiet enough for you to hear—as his fingers spread the sunscreen in slow, firm circles across your skin. his hands drifting lower than necessary, thumbs brushing over the dip of your waist.
“not missing a spot are you?” you teased with a giggle, glancing back over your shoulder to look at him. chris smirked faintly, chuckling. “just making sure it’s… thorough.” he muttered the last part, his mind wandering as his hands skimmed down to the small of your back. then the top curve of your ass, fingers splaying like he might get away with grabbing a handful.
he could feel the tightness in his sweats now—his cock hard and twitching at the thoughts and images running through his head of you. his hands lingered, slowing down when he got to the flesh of your thighs. you sucked in a breath—he could hear it. but you didn’t pull away. if anything, you shifted slightly, like you were making it easier for him to reach.
he shifted in his seat, his body moving closer to yours without really realizing it. his pulse was hammering against his chest—at how close his hands were to your cunt. how if he moved them inward just a little more, he’d be able to rub you through your bikini bottoms.
his breathing picked up as he just stared. and his could feel how yours had too—the tension becoming thicker with each passing moment. but before he could push it any further, he took a deep breath and pulled his hands away, letting you step away as you muttered a small “thanks,” and disappeared outside.
he sat there for a moment, leaning back, his palms burning like they were still touching you.
fuck he was so screwed.
hours later once everyone had already gone to bed—well after most people had gone to bed. chris was still awake, laying in his bed because he couldn’t sleep.
the house was quiet except for the muffled sounds he could hear coming from matt’s room next door. and chris knew exactly what those sounds were—and whose voice they belonged to.
he could hear your muffled cries through the wall. all the little things you’d babble to matt as he fucked you.
chris told himself he wouldn’t look—that he wouldn’t try and watch again no matter how much he wanted to see you. he told himself to stay the fuck out of it.
but the longer he laid there listening, the more hard he got listening to your moans and whines. so he found himself in the hall anyway, leaning against the wall outside matt’s cracked bedroom door.
chris thought it was stupid how often you two left the door open late at night. how easily the both of you could get caught—just look at how many times he’s caught and watched.
chris leaned against the door frame, positioning himself so he could look through the crack in the door.
matt had you on your hands and knees, his hips snapping forward, driving his cock in and out of your soaked cunt as his hands dug into your waist.
chris froze the moment he saw you. his stomach dropping because the angle—the curve of your back, the swell of your ass—it was the exact view he’d had earlier while rubbing sunscreen on you.
“fuck..” he groaned, every little thing he thought about earlier flooding back into his mind as he looked at you. the way his hands felt against your skin—the way you looked in your little bikini that barely covered anything.
he watched as matt leaned over you, groaning something low in your ear that he couldn’t hear. but your back arched more at his words—moaning and allowing your legs to open wider for his cock to bully in and out of you.
your bikini had long since abandoned—the material discarded across the floor from what chris could see. chris’ cock throbbed in his shorts as he watched your ass jiggle from matt’s thrusts and he imagined on what it would be like stepping in and taking over.
what it would be like if he was fucking you instead—feeling the way your pussy wrapped around his cock instead of his brother…and he was so close to doing so.
chris hadn’t even realized his hand had trailed down and slipped into his sweats until his hand gripped his cock. he hissed, looking down, his free hand pushing his sweats down to pull himself out.
he let his spit trail down, landing on his tip before he pumped his hand. he hissed at the friction, already feeling so on edge from earlier in the day and the show he was getting right now.
he didn’t bother starting slow—his head looking back up through the crack in the door, watching how matt’s thrusts had gotten quicker. his hands pressing down on your lower back to keep you pinned to the mattress.
chris let his hand match the pace matt was fucking you at, the imagine of you burned behind his eyes.
inside the room though…
you body was shaking, every thrust from matt sending your tits swinging and your nails clawing into the sheets more than they already were. he had you pinned, his cock dragging so deep inside you it felt like he was splitting you open.
your voice cracked with each moan—way louder than you intended for them to be, but you couldn’t help it—he fucked you like he knew how much you needed it.
“f-fuck matt,” you whimpered, tears starting to prick in the corner of your eyes from how good it felt, “i can’t—oh my god—” you tried to say, but your words died on your tongue.
matt chuckled behind you, one hand moving to tangle itself in your hair, the other staying pressed right into the small of your back. “can’t what? hm? can’t take it? mm that’s a shame, seem t’be takin’ it just fine baby. so fuckin’ wet for me.”
his words made you moan, your walls squeezing around him tightly as the tip of his cock missed that spot inside you with ever drag of his hips.
but through the haze of pleasure—you felt as if there were eyes on you. and normally you never did, even when having the door cracked. so your head turned just slightly, and you saw the faintest movement in the crack of the door.
chris.
his hand was wrapped around his cock, pumping furiously as his eyes drank you in.
your breath hitched, a shiver running down your spine that wasn’t from matt this time. and you should’ve screamed, or told him to fuck off, or at least looked away—but you didn’t..you couldn’t.
your pussy clenched around matt so tight he groaned in surprise. “shit—what was that?” he rasped, his hips stuttering.
matt always teased about someone watching—someone catching the two of you. and you never would’ve believed chris would be the one who would.
but fuck did it turn you on more. you could feel your orgasm approaching quicker than before, your stomach twisting tighter and tighter the longer your eyes lingered on chris.
and from outside—he was losing it too.
chris locked his eyes onto yours, watched how your mouth parted on broken sounds and how your body shook more the moment you noticed him.
he wasn’t planning on getting caught, but he didn’t hate it. he loved it.
it’s like part of him liked the fact you knew he was watching you get fucked, and how he was stroking himself to it too.
“matt—oh god, i’m—” your voice pitched higher, shameless now. your eyes still locked on chris through the crack as your body gave in. “m’cumming! oh fuck!”
your words echoed off the walls—your whole body trembling as you came around matt’s cock. your juices dripping down your thighs. and chris groaned at what he saw—what he heard. his fist moving even faster, and it was like you knew he was close too.
chris heard matt growl behind you, oblivious to the fact he was watching, fucking you through every wave of your climax, his cock still pounding into your spasming cunt.
he smirked down at your arching back, completely unaware of why you came so hard just then—or who you were staring at while you did.
but chris knew and that was what pushed him over the line.
his head fell back against the frame, breath ragged as he bit out a harsh, “fuck—” before hot ropes of cum spilled across his fist and stomach. he squeezed his cock through every pulse, his eyes still locked on you even as his knees nearly gave out.
he had to bite down on his free hand to muffle the sound. his cum dripping down his knuckles as he stayed there—watching as matt kept using you like nothing had happened.
your eyes were still on his—wide and wild. chris just smirked, tucking himself back into his sweats before he walked away, knowing that you just came for the wrong brother.
strnilolover note ⋆˙⟡ . . . oh how i’ve missed them (i promise you guys will get what you want soon)
Your families kitchen island was cold against your forearms, but yet every single part of your body was buzzing with overwhelmingly hot pleasure. Chris stood behind you, dick pressing against your cervix as his hips moved at a quick pace, mouth parted in pleasure, trying his best not to smirk as he listened to the genuine sounds that you couldn't help slip past your glossed lips.
"mmmp!" You squeaked, causing chris to look down, tongue gliding along his teeth with a look of pure amusement on his face. "That's it, baby, talk to me," He grunted, large hands moving from your tangled hair to slide down along your back, grinning further when the force of his hand made your back arch.
Your walls clenched around his length, pulsing hotly at how close he was, burried into your pussy where he belonged. His hips stuttered, hissing under his breath. "Y'like that, don't you?" You physically couldn't even respond, fucked dumb on his cock as you dropped your forehead onto the marble counter in front of you. "I'm gonna cum" Your voice was torn apart from the high pitched yelps and gasps Chris was pulling from you.
"Just like that - c'mon mama," Chris groaned, feeling himself close to his own release as he sped up. His hips smacking hard against your ass, eyes falling down before throwing his head back with a groan at the sight in front of him.
"Chris!" You moaned loudly as the first wave of your orgasm torn through your shaking body. As your juices coated his cock, Chris's thrusted forward once, deep and hard as he spilled into your cunt, reaching around your body to circle your clit, riding you through the pleasure.
Your legs shook, struggling to stay upright as your eyes stayed clenched shut, noisy moans now airing into soft whimpers. Chris's hand dropped soon, and you both sat in the silence, other than each other's heavy panting.
The party's still thumping behind them—music blaring, bodies packed inside, red solo cups stacked half full—but Chris had seen enough. Enough of her boyfriend walking off to talk to some other girl. Enough of her, standing there all quiet in the corner, pretending not to care while her eyes kept flicking toward Chris like they always do.
It was him she came to when her boyfriend vanished for too long.
It was his hoodie she tugged on, voice small, “Can we… go somewhere?”
It was his lap she ended up in—first just sitting, then straddling, then quietly grinding with her face tucked into his neck while he murmured low, dirty things into her ear like he knew how badly she needed to be touched.
So yeah—he doesn’t lock the doors. He doesn’t care.
Because right now she’s underneath him, already spread out in the backseat, and her boyfriend is the last thing on her mind.
“C’mere, baby,” Chris breathes, voice a low rasp against her jaw as he grinds down into her, their bodies flush, chest-to-chest, no space left between them. His hips roll, slow but deep—so deep—and the way she arches for him, arms wrapping tight around his neck like she’s clinging for life, makes him groan.
“God—Chris—feels too good,” she gasps, breath catching as her thighs twitch around his hips, cunt already fluttering around him like she’s seconds from breaking again.
He just smiles, all cocky and fucked-out, dragging his nose along her cheek. “I know it does. Look at you,” he murmurs, pressing his hand low between them to rub messy, tight circles over her clit. She jolts, moaning loud into his neck. “So fuckin’ needy. You get like this for him? Nah. Bet he doesn’t even fuck you like this.”
She whines, hands sliding up into his hair, tugging him impossibly closer as his cock grinds against every soaked, clenching inch of her. The backseat rocks under them, her skirt pushed all the way up, Chris’s hoodie halfway off his shoulders, and her panties thrown somewhere into the front.
She’s smaller—shorter—and he uses it. He’s all over her, covering her, fucking her with full-body thrusts that keep her snug beneath him, pinned down and stuffed full. His hands never leave her—one gripping her thigh, the other teasing her clit.
His thrusts were hard, relentless now—skin slapping wet, her thighs trembling around his hips as he kept her folded beneath him. No space, no breath, just his cock driving deep and fast, grinding through slick heat like he couldn’t stop.
“God, listen to you,” Chris muttered against her cheek, voice thick and uneven. “So fuckin’ wet—you did this, yeah?”
She only whined, face twisting, legs twitching when he shifted and hit it—that spot. Her whole body jolted, hips trying to wriggle away from the pressure.
He caught it instantly.
“Hey—no,” he breathed, dragging out of her slow until just the head kissed right against it again. He started rubbing there with soft, brutal precision. “Where you goin’, baby? You were takin’ it so good.”
Her breath hitched, a tear slipping as she gasped, “Chris—please—can’t—”
“Shhhh,” He leaned in, kissed her open mouth, slow and greedy while his hips rolled again. “C’mon,” he rasped, forehead pressing to hers. “Gonna fill you up, baby… fuck, feel so good like this—don’t squirm—stay right there—”
Chris shifted her leg higher over his hip, angling them slightly sideways, just enough to grind in deeper. The new angle had her gasping, body twitching as he fucked into her harder, rougher, cock dragging right over that spot.
He was holding her thigh tight as he kept rutting into her, slow and messy, lips brushing her cheek.
Chris fucked into her with messy, desperate thrusts—hips snapping hard, chest pressed to hers, his breath hot against her lips. Every push was deep and thick, dragging a wet gasp from her throat as he kept her pinned, her leg hooked high around his waist.
“Shhh,” he whispered, voice low and strained, kissing her temple as she squirmed. “Don’t move, baby… that’s it—just take it.” he breathed, with eyes of fucked-up affection
She whimpered, body trembling beneath him, her back arching when he rolled into her deeper. His hand caught her hip again, holding her still, eyes fluttering as his pace stuttered—messy, losing rhythm.
His mouth dropped open, breath catching as he pushed in deep one final time, cock twitching hard as he came inside her, thick and warm, hips pressed in tight as if he could spill every last drop into her. His brows pulled together, lips parted in a broken moan, face soft and fucked-out like he was drowning in it.
He stayed there, still shaking, then slowly pulled back with a groan, eyes dropping to the mess leaking between her thighs.
“Shit…” he breathed, grabbing her panties. He slipped them back up with one hand, cupping her soaked cunt to press them snug. His other hand cradled her cheek.
“Keep it in, yeah?” he murmured, eyes heavy, kissing her slow. “All of it’s yours.”
