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hiii welcome to my blog ^⩊^ !! recently ive fallen in love with tumblr customization so ive decided to move from ao3 to here. i really enjoy writing (despite taking a year to post again), felting, playing sims, and being with my friends (classic?).
feel free to request anything listed down below as my inbox is alwaysss open unless stated otherwise (because im not consistent). i'm available to do any genre besides anything that's nonconsensual or incest.
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inbox: open !
lando norris - oscar piastri - carlos sainz - charles leclerc - patricio o'ward - chris sturniolo - matt sturniolo - hasan piker - dylan minnette - dexter morgan - sdv sebastian - sdv alex - sdv haley - sdv leah - spencer reid - matthew gray gubler - paul mescal
if there's anyone in relation to those listed above you'd like me to write for feel free to ask anyways! i'm open to writing just for you.
hiiiii!! i just found your profile and saw that you write for Dexter!! I am not here to request anything, but i want to thank u for writing for him! There's a small amount of fics of him so thats why < 3
wow thank you so much! i remember when i first started watching i was so sad there was like nothing for him lol. ive read the same few fics at least 5 times!!
lowkey okay dexter x reader but they were a band kid/band geek ofc they aren't in band but they know their instruments and music(projecting SRRY!!!) if they can play bass clarinet that would be so cool:]
again sorry for projecting weep but i would lava this okay THANK YOU!!!<3
YES! i dont know anything about band so i had to harass my friends about details, so i hope i did you justice! found here: ᓚᘏᗢ
and project to your hearts content ;)
tags: fluff, terrible band knowledge :3
summary: in the balance between working as a blood analysist and semi-vigilante, dexter finds his peace in watching you practice for your upcoming concert
note: a little short... and can you tell i've never touched an instrument? takes place s3ish
based off this request: ₍^. .^₎Ⳋ
greeted with the smell of chicken in the oven and steamed vegetables, dexter was elated to finally be home. his day wasn't special besides finding a new target to research and look into before bed.
"hey dex! welcome home, i missed you." you placed the lid back on the pot that held the broccoli that was taking just a little longer to cook.
making your way around the counter, you gave dexter one big hug and looked up at him. giving him a huge smile, he couldn't help but give you one back. leaning to the side to place his duffle bag down by the door so he could fully hug you.
"how was work? i'm actually glad you got home later than normal because i did too. i would've felt awful if you came home expecting me or dinner, and i wasn't here to give you that." you rambled on as you let go of him to resume dinner.
characterized by your love for helping others, especially dexter, he could've cared less if he came home to no dinner. he respects your time away from him and wouldn't want to hold you back from your career.
as you cooked he watched you readjust the brace that sat on your wrist. you maybe tried fixing it about three times before going to check on the chicken in the oven.
"i think about twenty-ish more minutes, if you want to go clean up in the mean time." you said as you turned around to face him. you had picked up on it within the first week of living together that he had a habit of staring at you. not that you minded entirely, but sometimes you wondered if he was okay.
"dexter?"
eyes blinking back to reality, dexter looked at you and then the kitchen behind you. "yes—yes, i'll go shower now, thank you for cooking dinner." he mumbled into your hair as he walked to give you one quick squeeze before going to clean up.
steam flowing out of the bathroom into the bedroom was the most perfect feeling ever for dexter as his muscles relaxed. he breathed out in content while searching for clothes to wear to bed.
as he stepped out the shower, he thought about when he needed to plan to see freebo within the next few days, or weeks if he had no time.
groaning internally at the thought of having to wait even long to get this scum off the streets was actually painful. it didn't help that it added to the drought he was in with his outside work.
but dexter was pulled from his thoughts as he dried off, the mellow sound of your instrument flowed into the bathroom. the slightly muffled sound of you playing your bass clarinet reminded dexter of your upcoming show.
the reason you'd also gotten home later.
you'd been so ecstatic when you found out you'd been able to join the miami symphony orchestra. you'd been practicing this for years, and even increased your drive the weeks leading up to your audition.
as dexter finished getting dressed he was pleased to the sight he saw in the living room. you'd sat on the couch playing as quietly as your instrument would allow while reading the sheet in front of you.
he admired the way your brows furrowed at the page, the apples of your cheeks just slightly higher as you pursed your lips against the mouthpiece. slightly bouncing your leg, you took a breath before starting again.
making his way across the apartment, he sat down next to you. he'd always been quiet with you, especially when you played as he "liked to admire you in your element". you'd stop breifly to look at him before he cut you off before you could even get a word out.
"just keep playing."
nodding your head you started from the beginning again. your performance at the adriene arsht center was just shy of a week away, and you wanted to be perfect. it was your first performance with the group and you wanted to show that you deserved your spot.
as you finished playing your part in stravinsky's rite of spring, dexter clapped quietly.
"good?"
"amazing."
SORRY THIS TOOK FOREVER. i really enjoyed listening to how the bass clarinet sounded and listened to some pieces from the orchestra mentioned. hope you likedd :)
hi sorry i highkey disappeared for a month :,,) ... i went on vacation to pensacola & disney as a going away to college gift.. unfortunately my universities move in date is literally the first weekend of august, so i'll still write since i have a week before school starts butttt i'm scared i'll lose motivation !!
FEAR NOT THOUGH!! i have about 2 weeks to write as much as i can, and i already have like 3 fics i started before left (dexter morgan, matt sturn, oscar piastri, & all fluff/suggestive).
so now to the important stuff... give me requests please! with a cherry on top?
tags: fluff onlyyy! friends that are a little too close
summary: you and dylan have been close since you were kids and have shared everything. this small bonus in your relationship leads dylan to realizing he has almost no clothes to wear.
note: bitch is that my sweater? PLS GET THE REFERENCE! anyways, something short n sweet!
based off this request: ₍^. .^₎Ⳋ
"omg this sweater is so cute! where'd you get it from, dyl?" you squealed in excitement as you picked up a green knit sweater from his bed.
laundry day was like a national holiday for you. it meant swooping into dylan's room and looking for the next piece of clothing for you to steal.
"uhh i think i got it from braeden, maybe kevin? i'm not super sure. you can keep it though, i think that color looks good on you." he remained unphased as he continued to fold clothes.
yet, for you? your entire world lit up.
"really! thank you SO much. oh my gosh, i already know what jeans to wear with this!" you were vibrating with excitement as you rushed to engulf dylan into a hug. "you're way too good for me, y'know?" you added.
"i just think i'm nice, i enjoy sharing stuff with you."
your heart swelled with adoration for your friend. you had always felt he was too good to you, and this statement just solidified it once more. even if he says this every time he donates a piece of his wardrobe to you.
"but because i gave you that sweater, can i have that one silver bracelet you got in melbourne?" he continued
you groaned at his request, but it was only fair.
"i guess so... i'll go grab it right now." you said as you let go of him.
as you walked out of his room to retrieve the piece of jewelry, dylan scanned his bed to see how much he had left to fold and put away. it slowly dawned on him as he realized his wardrobe was looking a little... small?
initially brushing it off, dylan looked into is closet and dresser and realized his first thought wasn't exactly wrong. his shirt collection on hangers looked thinned down, sweaters that sat in drawers looked like it was missing a few, and even the necklace and bracelet holder you made for him had an entire row missing.
maybe he misplaced a few clothing pieces he thought. but he was so wrong when he finally got a good look at you when you came back into his room.
dressed in his baby pink sweater from his skims collab a few years ago, his stressed out navy blue adidas sweats, and his silver band that he always wore on his pinky found on your index.
misplaced was an understatement.
"i cannot believe you want this, i always wear this!" you complained as soon as you walked in.
"and i cannot realize that i always let you take and wear my clothes!"
you stopped in your tracks as you put your hand over your heart.
"no way are you accusing me of such a heinous crime. why i never!"
"yn, my friend of many years, you are literally wearing an outfit that is entirely made of my clothes. what's next my underwear?" he asked.
you looked yourself up and down, even checking inside your pants to make sure you weren't. "false actually. i have my own panties on, nice try though!" you retorted.
"ugh, not the point, you've stolen my entire wardrobe! eventually i'm going to be going on stage in nothing but socks and a leaf to cover me!"
you giggled at his exaggerated statement. thinking about what you've taken from him over the few months of living together, it dawned on you that just maybeee there's a section in your closet that's dedicated to everything he's let you take.
it's not like it's your fault he's so willing to give up his clothes like they're worth nothing, and it isn't your fault they're much more comfortable than the clothes you own.
"well that wouldn't be so bad would it? i'm sure wallows fans would appreciate my services!" you offered.
"i would appreciate having my clothes back." he mumbled.
you walked over to dylan and fully leaned into him. "i'll give them back when you share where you get them from." you whispered.
"not a chance." he said while wrapping and arm around you.
"whatever, expect about fifteen shirts, eight pants, and some more in front of your door later tonight then..." you sighed loudly after, feeling so sad your personal collection that would send a diehard fan into a coma, back to its respectful owner.
"thanks, yn! now get out so i can finish putting what's left of my clothes before you steal more." he smiled as he began to push you out.
gasping loudly, you took your chance.
before he could push you fully past his bed, you snatched his long-sleeved striped shirt, and ran out with your last stolen prize.
"I THOUGHT YOU WERE DONE STEALING!" dylan groaned as he heard your laughter down the hallway. even if one day he'd be walking around in trash bags due to your thievery, he wouldn't trade it for the world if it meant seeing you in his clothes.
tags: fluff, full smau
summary: in which oscars girlfriend who is a polar opposite to him is revealed through a series of social media posts.
face claim: mazzy joya
note: this was actually fun, and i def tried too hard! first time doing social media style oneshot. please let me know how i did! enjoy!
yourusername ♫ Addison Rae · Aquamarine
liked by oscarpiastri, jenny.shoo.pumps, lilyrose_depp, and 38,389 others
yourusername aaaquaaaamarineee. honeyy, diveee into meee
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user18 so pretty
bestfriend blue girl · liked by yourusername
⤷ yourusername cute rightt
alexconsani ✓ ate
lilyrose_depp ✓ pretty · liked by yourusername
user49 can I take you to my prom??
oscarpiastri ✓ orange next · liked by yourusername
⤷ yourusername no?
iloveoscp boy what is oscar doing
⤷ op81.fan right? what does he know about yn? why is he trying to get her to convert to papaya
oscarpiastri ✓ ♫ RMS · Back to Reality ⚲ Circuit de Barcelona-Catalunya
liked by yourusername, mclaren, patriciooward, and 589,217 others
oscarpiastri Enjoyable one that
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yourusername enjoyed this reality
⤷ op81.fan woah... guys she was there! i swear oscar reached for someone in blue hair before being whisked away
⤷ user47 what? he was obviously only reaching for his sister and engineers
f1gossippoffical ✓ love the sister dedication
user27 keep up! we want you to win wdc!
f1 ✓ fifth win and counting....
mclaren ✓ bringing home more points!
user36 oscars music choice is always top tier
⤷ user81 ikr like i have a playlist
yourusername ♫ MARINA · Are You Satisfied? ⚲ Barcelona
liked by oscarpiatri, lilyrose_depp, and 67,429 others
yourusername goodmorninggg chanelllll
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user29 oh wow
bestfriend im gona give u a biggg smooch
⤷ yourusername not before i dooo
lilyrose_depp ✓ chanel girll
user55 oh this is good
oscarpiastri ✓ is this why i got locked out the hotel room? · liked by yourusername
⤷ yourusername not even the same place boy
⤷ op81.fan omg??
oscarpiastri ✓ ♫ Josh butler, Bontan · Call You Back
liked by mclaren, valeyellow46, yourusername, and 466,478 others
oscarpiastri Triple header done ft @ valeyellow46
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monsterenergy ✓ two legends... can't get much better than this
liked by op81.fan, oscarswife, yourusername, and 27,397 others
f1gossippoffical At the spanish grand prix, following his win, oscarpiastri allegedly tried to reach out to yourusername. the relationship between the two is unclear as their interactions on social media are neutral. thoughts?
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op81.fan not yn liking...
⤷ oscarswife right, why is she being messy at the thought of relationship rumors
ilovelandoscar RIGHT? like hes said hes single sooo many times whats going on?
user48 shes hott
⤷ user20 ikr, if they are dating how did oscar pull her? hes so... bland and shes so...
iloveoscp yall what if theyre just friends you guys are delusional
⤷ oscarsfootrest ikr. looking at her posts and... shes def not wag material
yourusername ♫ Bat For Lashes · I'm on Fire
liked by oscarpiastri, lilyrose_depp, and 60,428 others
yourusername feeling yellow these days
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oscarpiastri ✓ Right next to orange if you try it on · liked by yourusername
⤷ yourusername no thanks
⤷ oscarpiastri ✓ please?
⤷ yourusername maybe
op81.fan what was that?
f1gossippoffical feeding into rumors??
user37 ugh shes so grog
⤷ bestfriend i know?
friend2 leave monaco pls · liked by yourusername
⤷ yourusername sorry my love lives here in his fancy apartment
⤷ oscarswife interesting word choice...
f1gossippoffical ✓
liked by oscarpiastriwife, op81.fan, and 35,496 others
f1gossippoffical Amongst rumors of a relationship, oscarpiastri and youruserame were spotted on a walk in London. According to the fan that spotted them the pair seemed to "only have eyes for each other" as they walked late at night around the city.
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oscarswife are we suree thats him?? like anyone could look like oscar
⤷ ynandoscarfourever girl that's literally him
⤷ op81.fan right and even if it wasn't what are the odds he isn't in London. right now.
⤷ oscarswife you guys are crazy if you think someone like yn is with oscar. two completely different people!!
user48 big news for the unemployed. here for the racing. hope his performance doesn't drop.
user73 they're SO cute stop.
oscarpiastri ✓ ⚲ McLaren Technology Centre
liked by yourusername, mclaren, and 258,397 others
oscarpiastri Few familiar faces dropped by my office. Good luck this week guys
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op81.fan this basically confirmed him and yn guys..
⤷ oscarswife i refuse. no.
user57 goodluck oscar! keep pace
yourusername posted a story
photo 1: me, my love, and daughter
oscarpiastri ✓ responded to your story
Oscar Piastri Thought you didn't want to post about us?
Yn i was bored
Oscar Piastri Does this mean i can post us?
Yn you'll soft launch?
Oscar Piastri Why would I? there's already a photo of us kissing after my meetings at the MTC.
Yn because it'd be funnnnn
Oscar Piastri I think we should be practical.
Yn whatevr you can post just make it good! I love uu
Oscar Piastri Always. I love you too, soooo much
Yn ew don't copy me 🤢 stick to your bland texting
Oscar Piastri Just for you I will. 💗
oscarpiastri ✓
liked by yourusername and 785,593 others
oscarpiastri Cats out the bag
tagged: yourusername
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⤷ oscarpiastri woah
⤷ yourusername luvv this photo, i love you so muchh
⤷ oscarpiastri ✓ you too, gorgeous
charles_leclerc ✓ congrats on finally posting her!
lando ✓ didn't know you could take photos piastri
⤷oscarpiastri ✓ learned from the best
⤷yourusername thank yew
⤷ lando thought you'd mean me!
user47 omg she soft launched and he hard launched.. hes in love
quadlock ✓ amazing couple!
user81 hard launch hard launch
nicolepiastri love this girl 🩷 · liked by oscarpiastri ✓
yourusername ♫ Clairo · 4EVER
liked by oscarpiastri, lando, mclaren, op81.fan, and 394,483 others
yourusername oscarr ynnn 4ever
tagged: oscarpiastri
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⤷ yourusername wouldn't dream of it
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user48 our girl is no longer a secret...
mclaren ✓ welcome yn!
⤷ yourusername glad to be here :3
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⤷ oscarswife GIRL ME TO O
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lando cannot believe i kept this secret and no photocreds
⤷ yourusername you're annoying
⤷ oscarpiastri ✓ i agree.
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note: if you liked feel free to request! im so mad n*ttspend fucked with mazzy but ive had this written since last month and didn't want to change the faceclaim. #justice4mazzy
the hum of the tv far in the background long forgotten. snacks and empty soda cans laid out on the table in the front of them. chris's head in her lap drifting off to sleep. his breathing slow and calming. she couldn't help but smile seeing him so relaxed and sleepy, the way his hair fell perfectly around his face. she reached out, her hand softly playing with his brunette curls. chris hummed in response snuggling closer to her chest. she lightly twisted her fingers in his hair watching him lay there with content.
"I think we should go to bed chris, your practically asleep already" she giggled.
"nooo just a few more minutes" chris whined.
she responded by her hand reaching for his hair again. she watches as a smile creeps on to chris's face. leaning down she slowly presses her lips to his forehead. a few minutes pass by and she stops her hand movement. she goes to open her mouth to speak but chris is already looking up at her, his eyes soft.
"it hasn't been that long" he says.
she then replies with "come on I promise to give you lots of cuddles, lets just go to bed."
chris agrees instantly, standing up after she presses another kiss to his forehead. as the birds chirp outside they quietly creep down the stairs hand in hand, hoping not to wake nick and matt.
tags: fluff onlyy
summary: approaching a close friends birthday leads you to buying a curated assortment of chocolates hidden in your closet, but your boyfriend dylan is unware of their importance. missing the small happy birthday card tucked away.
wc: 1605
based off this request: ₍^. .^₎Ⳋ
birthdays were a special thing for you. not because you wanted the entire day about you, or receive gifts from others, but because you loved making others feel special and good about themselves.
that fact about you was one of the main reasons why dylan loved you so much. for your one month anniversary together you may have went a little overboard with an extravagantly handmade gift, but nonetheless it was worth the bright smile on your boyfriend of one year.
as he got to know you over the months together, he respected your game for gifts and would never do anything to shake that.
at least you thought so.
just three days away was your best friend since middle school's birthday. you seriously wanted to make her twenty-fifth something special. maybe celebrate not being snatched by leonardo dicaprio.
ever since you guys were five, she'd always loved chocolate: white, dark, milk, dubai, if it had the word chocolate written on the label it'd be hers.
knowing this created what you thought would be the most perfect gift for your best friend. a laundry basket size crate filled with chocolate, necessities, and memories shared between the two of you and other friends over the years.
you had begun it just shy of three weeks ago knowing that some chocolates would take a few days for some foreign goods to ship in.
sitting on the floor of your bedroom you eyed the basket to look for any finishing touches. there was at least eight different brands of chocolate ranging from beligan to british. you seriously hoped she would love each one just the same.
pushing aside the gift into your closet, you figured you were done adjusting one gift inside the crate one millimeter to the right or left for the last time. peering over at your bedside clock you saw the numbers 5:03 pm, and decided it was time to get started on making dinner for you and dylan.
taking one last glance at the gift, you turned off the light to the closet and left the gift ready and waiting for its receiver.
coming home from long day at the studio, finalizing the last details of his ep more, dylan trudged through the door leaving his backpack and guitar at the door.
"babe! i'm home!" he yelled while walking towards you in the kitchen. "smells good," he added.
turning around from your place at the stove you placed the spatula down, gliding across the tile you wrapped your arms around his shoulder. placing a chaste kiss on the underside of his jaw.
"thanks, it's just spaghetti." you laughed.
"and it's just my favorite dish from you of alllll time."
reciprocating the kiss you placed on him, he leaned down and kissed you on your lips.
"missed you at work today. i think the ep is almost done."
"yeah? i'm excited to hear it when it's done, but you should go shower before you come eat." you smiled sniffing him before scrunching up your nose.
pushing you away from him, dylan stepped back with his hand splayed over his chest, gasping.
"sooo dramatic, might as well drop to the floor..." rolling his eyes, he turned around and made his way out of the kitchen.
you smiled to yourself and began to finish up dinner and plate it.
trying to make haste and speed up a little so he can sit down and eat dinner with you was the main priority on dylans mind.
walking into the closet he skimmed for some quick clothes to wear for the evening. even if he'd strip down later before bed. though, over his glance over clothes available a little light blue crate caught his eye.
it was nicely decorated with chocolates laid out in neat rows and columns, and other small knick knacks laid inside too. completely grazing over the birthday card placed in the middle of the crate.
whistling, dylan assumed it was a gift to you, and you guy always shared little treats together. no questions asked! due to the size of the bin dylan just assumed it was too inconvenient to sit out in the bedroom or office.
grabbing a bar and case of truffles, he took his clothes and chocolate with him out the closet. placing the candy into his bedside drawer he made his way to the bathroom and wash up.
"no way cole did that!" you laughed.
"yes way he did that, i was so annoyed he took the last of the italian hoagies. those things are so good, and now i have to wait until next week to get more!" dylan exclaimed, throwing his hands in the air, mouth full of food.
you shook your head at how distraught he was at missing out on a sandwich, even though he had already taken three prior. and was known for eating the majority while at the studio.
"maybe it was just his revenge for you eating them all these past few weeks while you guys have been on break." you smiled.
"revenge? on his closest friend? it was a planned attack to ruin my day, i swear babe." he continued while shoveling the pasta into his mouth.
nodding your head in agreement, you placed your silverware on your plate and stood up with a hand out. "i'll take your plate too if you're done eating like a wild animal..."
taking one last big bite of spaghetti he quickly placed the dish onto yours. you couldn't help the giggle that left your lips as he looked at you with puppy eyes.
"done!" he smiled, clasping his hands together over the table.
"you're immature." you commented while walking away.
"and yet you're still with me!" he yelled as you walked away to clean up the last bit of the kitchen.
with the tv on as background noise, you and dylan laid in bed together doing your own respective activities. you playing an ad heavy phone game, and dylan scrolling away on instagram.
as you played your game you watched as he leaned over to dig inside his bedside drawer. thinking nothing more than maybe finding the glasses he's supposed to wear but never does, but your thought is immediately dismissed by the sound of a wrapper crinkling.
turning to look at what he had in curiosity, and to snag a little piece of the snack your eyes widened at what the packaging was.
it was one of the brands you had bought for your friend's birthday.
"dylan! where'd you get that from? not the closet right?" you quickly leaned over to snatch the small candy out his hands before he could answer.
but your rescue was futile as he'd already taken a bite. a little bit of melted chocolate rested on his bottom lip.
"oh noooo...." you mourned the open box. it had taken a week for it to come in from london, and you had no clue if any local shops had the brand.
"the crate wasn't for you?" he asked tilting his head to the side.
"crate? what? the basket with the birthday card. right in the middle?" you looked at him like he was crazy. how could anyone miss the cute dog on the front of it?
"what? there was no birthday card? all i saw was chocolate and some like spa stuff, and things you'd like. no card in sight. i swear!" he raised his hand up like a scout.
you were beyond confused at his statement. while it was true you shared a lot of interests with your friend, you were 100% positive you put the card in the basket.
instead of asking him how he got his grubby fingers on the foreign good, you crawled over him to make your way to the closet. pulling out the evidence, it hit you. the card was there, but it was facing... backwards.
you could only face palm yourself and groan.
"we always share so i thought it was just a gift you didn't mention." he called from behind you. "i have this other one too." he added. reaching into his drawer again, dylan pulled out the other bar of british chocolate.
"sorry, babe."
he came out of bed to wrap his arms around you.
"it's okay. i mean i accidently put the card down wrong. honest mistake. she can totally go without one or two chocolates." you smiled patting his hands on you.
"so what you're saying is im saving your friend a trip to the dentist?"
you huffed and leaned forward to look up at him.
"yes, i'm saying you're off the hook for almost ruining my best friends birthday gift. you're lucky today, minnette."
his eyes twinkled as he let go of you to pump his fist into the air.
"yes!" he cheered. "but i'm also still so sorry i took them without checking with you first. is there anything i can do to make it up?"
"it's okay, you can make it up to me by doing a gift basket for my mother! her birthday is next month! start planning!" you smiled as you went to move the gift basket to the office, and away from his chocolate hungry fingers.
standing dumbfounded and watching you leave, dylan called out for you. "what! i don't know how to do this!"
"oh and wipe the chocolate off your mouth!" you called back.
quickly swiping the back of his hand against his mouth, dylan went back to bed and finished off the box of truffles while thinking how he'd put together a gift for your mom that'd equal your skill.
note: not a superrr big fan of this cause i didn't know how to transition stuff, but i i put on the more ep mentioned and grinded this for you :) hope you likeee !!
tags: d/s dynamics, brat taming & spanking punishment, emotional distress, aftercare, & fluff
summary: humiliating and acting bratty in front of matt leads to a light punishment, leaving you bleary eyed until matt remembers the most important thing he forgot.
note: i really liked the japan vlog :) and i hope you really like this! honestly i was nervous to use other influencers but like it made the most sense, let me know what you think!
wc: 2953
casted in the orange and pink hues of the malibu sunset, everything seemed to feel like a dream. celebrating the once chaotic fourth of july simmered to a sized get together with you and his friends. sat next to matt, legs folded neatly under you while you stared into nothingness as he conversed with his friends and brothers.
being around these people was nothing but an opportunity. never in your life did you think you'd be in a such a fancy house, even for a day. you were thankful for the opportunity to be here, with everybody else, but it was hard to show that on your face.
you wanted nothing more than to bask in the presence of him. and yet, you were both here with people he was close with, and people you hardly knew. you didn't want to slip into the nice dress he bought you, smile at small talk you didn't care for, or laugh at jokes that made no sense to you.
it became difficult to hide the slight scowl on your face as your mind drifted back to long meetings at work, unsatisfied clients, and the thought of balancing it all before you had to return to school.
seriously, you did try to keep it all in, not for your sake, but for matt. you knew how much it meant to him to have everyone he cared about get along, but it was simply too much today.
only reasonable thing for you to do was act out.
starting with rolling your eyes if others asked if you were too hot.
dragging your feet along the tile, leaving a squeaking sound as you followed the crowd between outside and in.
getting up to put your shoes somewhere else when madison beer had complimented them. "thanks but i've had these for years."
taking it as far as to purse your lips and keep a straight face at every single joke made, whether towards you and how you seemed to resemble the grinch by the time sunset came, or whatever else was funny.
"do you think you could be a little less nasty towards my friends and i?" matt asked in the nicest voice he could muster. you knew very well your behavior was starting a bomb you couldn't defuse.
rather than answering him you deepened the frown in your face and shuffled away from him. making a noise of protest you pulled out your phone to seem busy.
you knew this was too much, but how else could he see that you were bored of this? maybe you could voice it, but at this point with everything you've done it'd been too late.
expecting to be pulled away from the group and brisked away through the curtain door, matt gave you a small warning look before returning to the conversation. he brought his hand to your leg and slowly rubbed it up and down, hoping the small amount of attention would calm you down just a little.
appreciating his effort a little, you looked up from your phone and gave him a small smile thinking it might mitigate how he was feeling, but it wasn't reciprocated. he returned your smile with a small shake of his head and a small frown.
by the time it was later in the evening everyone had settled around the long table that dawned the dining room, some friends spilling into the living area.
you had calmed down enough with the attitude. instead of having a permanent scowl on your face, you just had a small one.
being sat next to jake wasn't the worst thing that could happen to you, but it soon turned out to be as he continuously scrapped his fork against the plate as he ate. the first few times seemed like an accident, but you realized that's just how he ate—and you hated it.
"hey jake?" you asked, small and innocent.
"what's up?"
"can you stop eating like you enjoy hearing the sound of squeaky chalk? you eat like you just learned fine motor skills." you hissed.
the two that heard your snarky comment looked at you. johnny who stifled a small laugh, and matt who narrowed his eyes at you.
"oh shit, sorry yn, i'll try not to..." he mumbled before carefully trying to grab his food with his fork.
you hummed in satisfaction before turning your body to angle towards matt, not realizing he had heard what you said. going back to eating your food you glanced over at matt who was already staring at you.
he didn't have that same loving look at you that he usually has. it was replaced by something of annoyance with his eyes narrowed and lips tight. moving your eyes to look at something else, you couldn't help but look back at matt who still had the same expression.
"can i talk to you alone for a minute?" he asked nicely.
you tried to avoid eye contact hoping someone else would think he's talking to them, but as you turned to face where jake was sitting you could tell by his eye that he was watching the small interaction between you and matt. looking back towards matt, chris was already looking at him with an eyebrow raised.
"y/n, c'mon. upstairs," he added.
not waiting a second longer for you to follow him he got up and made his way towards the stairs.
you followed behind him, but didn't miss the small glances in your direction as you trailed after matt.
the sound of the door clicking shut felt like it sucked the sound out of the room. you knew how much trouble you were in, but didn't know what to expect with everyone downstairs.
trying to maintain your composure, you crossed your arm and looked down. fearing that looking at matt and seeing either anger or disappointment would break you.
"hey, look at me."
your eyes flickered between looking at the details of the wooden floor and the long flowy curtains that reached the floor.
matt stepped closer with a finger under your chin and slowly raised it despite your protest of stiffening up. getting your head to tilt up and meet his eyes you couldn't help but feel ten times worse as you saw the small frown and look of dismay on his face.
"what the hell was that, sweet girl?" he asked calmly.
your eyes looked down for a second before your head was slightly moved to look back at him.
"i just- didn't feel like—don't want to be here, don't want to—"
confronted with the problem left you a little speechless.
"didn't want to talk? be here? be at least a little considerate? look, you pouted and made your problem everyone else's. you can't make every—my friends feel uncomfortable because you can't handle not having attention on you for a few hours. it was embarrassing having to explain why my own girlfriend won't talk to anyone without making even a compliment on how she looks into a big fuss. i felt uncomfortable being around you."
your eyes began to water. "well, you weren't even talking to me that much anyway-i really really tried..."
"even if i did that doesn't excuse how rude you were to madison, jake, and everyone else? how does that make me look as someone that's supposed to be your other half? i look like i can't control an attention craving brat."
your eyes widened at the name.
"no... i'm not—" you started.
"you're acting like one. you've been acting like one since we stepped foot here. and you know fully well what i do to girls who act like one."
you squeezed your eyes together. you knew what you were doing was bad, but you didn't think it hurt matt this much. you felt so awful. opening and closing your fists you tried to plead and reason with him, but couldn't form the words to do so.
"hands and knees on the bed, now."
your head shot up at him. contorting your face into a look of horror. body shaking lightly you slowly shook your head.
"i—we—"
"you should've thought about what you can, or what we can and can't do before you started to act like a brat. now, do what i asked please."
his words weren't coated in sweet sap anymore, they were turned into amber.
you slowly made your way to the bed before crawling on it. hoping that by being slow when you pulled the hem of your dress up to your waist, and slowly removing your panties might make matt change his mind.
but you were so wrong.
the first slap to your ass came down hard and fast.
on a normal day, in the safety of his room where most of your punishments took place he gave you a chance to prepare, mentally check yourself. he'd start by slowly rubbing on the backs of your legs starting from ankle to ass, but today wouldn't be like that. knowing today would be different, you despised that the tears from before wouldn't stop.
"you aren't allowed to embarrass me in front of my brothers and friends because you aren't getting your way." his first comment was calm, still matt.
another harsh slap came after that.
"giving everyone a nasty attitude and mean look isn't tolerated, you know this." then, he voice became more agitated.
the third slap felt void of any affection of your usual simple punishment. it was harder and felt filled with anger.
suddenly everything just didn't make sense.
the tears in your eyes blurred your vision, the painting on the wall next to the bed blurred together. "i—i—didn't mean—"
you're cut off with another slap. no soft rubbing to ease the pain before going again. it all became too much.
"if you didn't mean to why did it go on for hours? girls don't accidently start bratting because they're a little cranky. you knew what you wanted and now you're getting it." he h
"for weeks i've put up with your remarks, attitude, and so much more because i love you. whenever things don't go your way, even the smallest thing like us choosing a movie everyone would want to watch instead of what you wanted, makes you think it's okay to complain all night. you've slowly gotten worse, and today shows that." he added.
every inch of your body felt on fire. you look back on the past two weeks and how much you've put matt through. every slap feeling more deserving than the last.
the fourth time his hand came down you felt the indent of every ring on his finger. leaving a cold sting as they left small prints on your ass.
"sweet girl, you know what's right and what's wrong. why is it so hard for you to behave for a little?"
your tears wouldn't stop and neither would the small whimper that left your mouth, grabbing matts attention.
his hand came down one more time to your ass, but it wasn't a slap and just stayed there. he brough both hands to slowly knead at the flesh before trailing back up slowly. he grabbed at your waist, moving up to cup at your boobs before trailing back down. hand dipped between your slightly parted thighs.
dragging a slow finger through your wet pussy.
"you should feel ashamed of yourself, but you don't. you enjoy this, huh?" whispering to himself. "as much as you try and disobey and go against my word, you become so pliant when i punish you.
you parted your mouth to agree with him, but you could only nod your head as you closed your eyes.
clicking his tongue, he gave your ass one last soft squeeze before pulling your panties back up your trembling legs.
guiding you to sit legs folded in the middle of the bed, he took a seat on the edge. "c'mon lay your head down on my lap," he asked.
you gladly obliged as you slowly leaned down to rest your head on him, body relaxing slightly. taking a soft hand to your cheek he rubbed away the tears that slowly began to subside.
matt looked down at you with a look of adoration, the one you'd been seeking all day.
"when we go back to finish our meal, you're going to be nice to everyone. you don't need to make a full conversation, but at least be a little more pleasant to be around as we finish up here. okay?" he asked.
"okay..." you whispered back, a small smile on your face as you nodded.
smiling back at you, he slowly lifted up your head before helping you sit up straight again.
sitting down alongside jake felt different this time. no artificial resentment, though you still felt the plate comment was reasonable even if the delivery wasn't tasteful.
everyone was still talking like normal, plates left half eaten, laughter filling the house. however, for you it was still silent.
the night carried on outsize in the sizeable backyard around the pool.
matt kept you at arms length as he talked with his brothers and others you didn't catch the names of. he slowly rubbed small shapes into your hand, then to moving his nails up and down you back.
everything was going as smoothly as it could. despite you limiting how much you talked to others. you and matt shared a glass of apple juice. "this tastes much better than drinking water all night, no?" he smiled softly at you.
he took small glances at you all night, whether it be the way your hand softly squeezed his, the glint of your earring, or whatever else. but matt hadn't had the chance to really look at you since you two came downstairs.
there was no frown on your face, no slightly furrowed brow, just you and a small wet sheen over your eyes.
that's when it hit matt. he was so caught up in himself he had forgotten the one thing that was the most important to him, to the two of you.
"hey, hey, baby, are you alright?" he asked lowly.
you glanced at him, looking him in the eye. your lip quivered just a bit before you shook your head no lightly. even without a shake of your head matt would've pulled you into the bathroom regardless.
you swore you saw his entire world fall apart as he retracted his hand from your back and moved it to his chest. rubbing in a quick small circle above his heart. sorry
grabbing your hand he pulled you up and away from everyone once again. this time his face wasn't hardened with annoyance at your defiance, but filled with regret.
leading you into the closest bathroom, matt leaned you against the granite, careful of your sore bum. he sighed heavily as he looked you up and down before lightly grabbing onto your biceps giving them an apologetic squeeze.
"love, i'm so, so, so sorry." he breathed. "i didn't help you didn't i? like i always do."
you nodded your head, eyes glazing over again.
"i didn't want to make another fuss. i thought... if i stayed quiet, and tried to stay good it'd be okay..." you whispered. body shaking.
he shook his head. "baby, you were good. too good that you couldn't even tell me what you needed. i should've taken care of you sooner instead of having you like this..."
his soft voice made your heart squeeze ten fold. you squished your face into his chest as your sobs turned into sniffles.
"i hope i didn't ruin today for you... or everybody else. i'm sorry..." you mumbled into his shirt.
gently rubbing your back and down to your waist before back up, matt squeezed you lightly. "you couldn't have ruined the night for me."
you breathed in.
matt took you by the arms and leaned back to get a view of you. your eyes were still a little red from crying, and cheeks stained with salty tears.
"it's okay to feel overwhelmed by your emotions, yeah? i'm not here to restrict that. that's not something we agreed to. at all. i'm here to give you everything you need."
you couldn't help but give him a small smile, to at least show you're a little okay.
"i shouldn't have taken it as far as i did, should've toned it down, ask you more questions."
rubbing small circles into your hips while he looked at you he peered down.
"does it hurt to press against the sink?" looking at where your butt touched the edge of the counter.
you shook your head.
"do you feel sad after tonight?"
you nodded your head but matt pressed his lips together. "can you give me words for this one?"
you looked up at him confused but complied.
your answer was small "yes but right now... i'm feeling better."
you felt like his eyes couldn't get any softer than they were now. taking your head into his hands he pressed his head against yours.
"when we make it back to LA i'll do everything you want before bed: run you a bath with that special soap you like for special occasions, i'm sure that restaurant you like is still open since its a weekend, and then i can give you the full body massage you deserve. sound good?"
you smiled up at him. "yes, i'd love that a lot..."
his offer was so simple yet it made you feel so much more relived. the floaty feeling and trying to do good even when hard was lifted off your shoulders.
pulling on his waist you hugged matt as tight as you could
summary: four times you misinterpreted chris's statement that he's never had his first kiss, and the time you change that.
the first time it's brought up, it's long forgotten.
laying on the phone together just three weeks before you’re meant to fly out to la to visit chris. the two of you can’t seem to keep each other off the phone. it’s become a normal occurrence at this point. calling early in the evening switching between phones, to discord to play games, and back to your phone. the only off period between you two is your work or his filming.
"when we meet next month, you can give me my first kiss, too." chris mumbles into his pillow. he has one eye looking at you through the camera. you're funny.
"yeah?" you ask.
he nods his head. laughing a little bit to yourself, you decide to mess with him.
"what makes you think ''d kiss you?" you tease.
"because ''m your handsome and hilarious boyfriend you absolutely cannot resist." he protests.
"i guess we'll see..." you sigh. voice growing quiet as you close your eyes. you feel your whole body feel heavy as sleep weighs down on me. you can only hope it joins chris as well as he has a long day of filming ahead of him.
the second time it goes over your head.
you’re just shy of two weeks from seeing each other, and have been doing all that you can do together online. you're both playing fortnite, it's been a long night of one or the other being carried to victory.
as you're trying to maneuver around mount olympus to kill someone, you're quickly shot from behind by another player. throwing your hands in defeat stopping, you stop yourself from yelling into the headset.
"i died again chris..." you sighed. for some reason you're just not on your game, maybe it's the tiredness from playing so late, or you're just losing skill.
"don't worry princess, i got this." chris says confidently.
spectating him he easily gets your killer and the player you were going after originally. he takes time to go through the last person's loot before being shot at himself. he's able to use his fists to run and hide to heal himself. as he wanders around the area he finds who was trying to attack him, and downs them with ease.
there's something about him being good at fortnite that makes your heart flutter, and of course be called his princess.
not that you needed him to be your savior when you've carried him in ranked matches before. but your thoughts are cut short as he loudly celebrates his take downs.
"don't mess with the big dog!" chris yells into his mic before making howling noises, grunts, and barking.
you could only smile.
"you're an animal, so aggressive." you comment.
you feel a question bubble inside.
"Are you going to act like this when we see each other? manhandle me to do what you want with me? throw me around? show me how to obey you?" you asked.
maybe it's a little late for such statements. you realize this as his line is a little quiet, his celebratory hollering quieted by your words. but it's late so you give yourself grace, lots of it.
"nah... i want my first kiss and time to be slow and sensual maybe? I don't know, but if you want more we can try that." Chris says.
I don't understand what he means by this. Did ye want our first kiss together to be special?
"What were your other first kisses like? Were they expected, unexpected–" I ponder for another question. "What's gonna make mine so special?"
He's silent before answering.
"Well... I've never–" Chris begins.
I hear another voice on the line that must be one of his brothers.
"We're about to leave so we can eat! Let's go!" They say.
"Well wait, I'm on the phone–" Chris says.
I cut him off. "It's fine. Go eat with your brothers. We can continue later tonight."
"Okay... Call you when I'm home y/n. I love you." Chris says.
"I love you too Chris, talk to you later." I say.
By the time he comes back from eating, the idea to continue the conversation is forgotten.
the third time you realize your mistake.
"I think you're going to like this new lip balm I bought. It's cherry flavored, and coming with me to Cali." you said.
There was only one week before you saw each other. There's a tingly feeling each time you think about it.
"Yeah? I don't mind cherry, you should bring other fruit flavors so we can try them out." Chris says.
"You're right I should, we could do the chapstick challenge from a few years ago. I can post it on my account since I'm private," you said. "I want to kiss you until I can't breathe." Thoughts just spilling.
Chris's end is silent.
you fill the void.
"Well, what if you don't like the flavor, though? Would you shove me away? Or have you kissed another girl who liked to have flavored lip balm and didn't like it?" you trailed off.
chris interrupts you. "i wouldn't know what I like and don't like... i've never kissed anybody."
you laughed at his joke.
"Are you being for real? I can't tell if you're joking." I laugh.
"One hundred percent serious. Never had a first kiss, or anything else." He says.
I sit in the break room in disbelief. There's no way this boy hasn't kissed at least one person, even a small one when he was younger would be okay.
I didn't realize how silent I was on my end.
"Is that okay with you? Need me to get some practice in?" He teases.
"No–no, that's awesome. That makes me feel good. I can't wait to show you new things and be your first." I explain, I couldn't contain my smile at this news.
I can't help but think about how he'll act when we kiss. Will he let me take control? Will he try to figure things out as we go? Or will he surprise me when I see him.
"I'm excited for you to be my first for a lot of things. Can't wait for next week." Chris says.
"Me too."
the fourth time you take it to your advantage.
"So what are you going to do on your last night being a virgin?" You ask.
Chris laughs. "I'm not sure... maybe jerk off or something?"
"Are you right now?" I ask, curious.
"No–Why–I'm just saying since... You asked what I'd do as a virgin." Chris tumbles on his words. I smile as I realize he's nervous.
I hum. "Okay... if you say so."
Suddenly, an idea pops into my head. Why not mess with him? If he wants his pay back he'll easily get it back tomorrow.
"I'll be back," I say, taking out my headphones before he could respond. Muting my phone and taking it with me.
I go to my bathroom, turning the light on. I decided to mess with him a little bit. Lifting up my shirt to show off my bra, I quickly take a few pictures at different angles. However, I decided to be brave and hook my finger through the front of my bra, lifting it to reveal my breasts. I take a few more pictures before thinking if I should go lower. I go against it, and wait for when I can see Chris in person.
I go back to my room and unmute the call and put my headphones back in.
"Back." I say.
"Welcome back, that was quick." Chris replies.
I nod my head before realizing he can't see me. "Yeah I just went to get water." I say. I think about my next statement but give myself a pass. "Gotta make sure I'm hydrated when you get me squirting tomorrow."
Chris chokes at that, gasping to catch his breath. I laugh at his reaction, expecting something lighter than what was given.
"Is that—something—you can do?" He asks.
Wanting to be difficult I ask him to clarify. "Not sure what you mean. What's the full question?
He clears his throat before mumbling quietly.
"Do you squirt?" He asks.
I stop myself from laughing. Smiling wide instead. "I've been known to." I say.
"Do you like... Have—a video of you?" He asks.
I can tell he's nervous, but that makes it all the better.
"No... but I have something better." I say. I sent him the bra and braless pictures I took earlier.
I hear his phone drop and shuffling happen on his end before the call abruptly ends. I stare at my phone confused, surely not expecting that reaction from him. Still, I laugh a little before getting comfortable in bed waiting for him to call back. On queue he facetimes me instead.
"Christopher." I say.
"Sorry—" He begins before taking a breath. His face is flushed red like a cherry. "I panicked. Definitely wasn't expecting anything tonight." He says nervously.
"It's okay loverboy..." I trail. "What'd you think? Ready to see me tomorrow?" I ask.
"Yes. Fuck. A thousand times yes." He says. He mumbles a few other words after.
"I didn't hear you? What'd you say?" I ask.
"It makes me want to–Make this night—Makes me want this night to go faster..." He says clearly thinking of what he wants to add. "I want to see more of you. I need to see you. Feel you too." He adds.
I smile at him through the phone, and he does the same before looking away.
"Well in less than 24 hours we'll see each other and I'll be in your arms." I say.
He nods his head. I see his face turn into one of thought.
"What're you thinking about Chris?" I ask.
"I'm just nervous. I feel unprepared to see you? This physical touch will be uncharted territory from how we have been." He explains. "I'm also nervous about if we do... do something more intimate." He adds.
I click my tongue before answering. "That's normal. I'm nervous too... Even if I'm not showing it. I feel like we'll be okay y'know? I think after 3 months of being long distance we'll be even better than before?" I say. "And can I be honest with you?" I ask.
He nods his head.
"It's expected for you to be bad... I'll still like it because it's you though. There's nothing wrong with that. It's your first time, and it won't be like what you've seen in a porno or something... We can decide what is good for us." I say.
Chris makes a sound of approval rather than saying anything. I don't say anything assuming he's getting tired. We sit in silence before I hear a small noise and shuffling from him. I look down at my phone and only see Chris's hair which was stuck to his forehead.
"What're you doing?" I inquire.
"Chillin." He responds. "Had to get comfortable." His voice is out of breath and jagged.
Not believing him I shift to my side and listen more intently. I don't hear anything else but decode to pry.
"Can I see what you're wearing? You saw what I was." I ask.
Chris makes a noise before answering. "I guess—that's fair... Give me a few minutes." He says.
I could care less about his outfit. I figure it's grey sweats and a shirt or no shirt. I only care about what's on his lap and what he's doing.
Before he shows me I hear fabric moving, Chris's failed attempt at being quiet. He lifts up his phone before making a quick swipe down his body. It's hard to see what he was wearing exactly, but I decided to be obvious.
"Can you show me your pants again?" I pray.
"Just my usual grey sweats." He says. I figured but his red face says something else is going on.
I smile at him, he knows he's busted but I decide not to say anything to make it too obvious.
"Why not show me? I want to see if they're my favorite."
"I—It's the one with the blue 'C'." He says.
"Show me Christopher," I say, giving him a straight face.
Chris's face becomes a deep red. His eyes show that he regrets his decision just slightly, but accepts his defeat. He flips the camera and very obviously stood his cock in his sweats. At the top were a few small dots. Only one could assume it was from his previous activity.
"Interesting..." I start. "Do you care to continue for me?" I ask politely.
Chris chokes on his words before saying. "Yes ma'am."
My stomach feels tight and my legs squeeze together. As much as I love this I never anticipated the night before we met to be like this. Despite this, I watch his hand appear on the screen and into his sweats. Instead of doing the obvious he wraps his hand around his cock and pumps himself in his sweats.
"Show me. Take it out and let me see." I say.
Chris whines at this. He lifts up his hips and takes one hand to pull his sweats and boxers down to his thighs. His cock comes out and lands on his stomach. His tip leaked precum onto his stomach, and his tip a darker pink after being left neglected.
I rake my eyes up and down, taking it all in. He's good looking and well managed. It's almost a shame he couldn't use it for good.
"Good boy." I mutter. "Let me see you. Continue jerking off."
Chris takes his hand to his dick and wraps around it slowly like he's nervous. But he continues, he pumps himself and goes back up to thumb his head. Slowly but surely, he increases speed as he nears the tip with each pump.
I consider sliding my hand down my pants, but go against it for better judgement. I want to see him work, be there for him. His whines and moans get louder and higher as he chases his high.
"I'm going to love having you tomorrow." I mumbled. Chris bucks his hips into his hands at this. He continues to moan and fuck his hips into his hand. I can hardly control the small moan that escapes my lips as I watch.
When he finishes, he moans my name letting white stripes coat his stomach. I smile at him as he flips the camera. I'm so ready to be with this boy tomorrow.
when you finally meet it's life changing.
"i would say every video there's at least one argument to be made whether someone likes it or not–" chris explains to me as we walk into his room.
It feels wild to finally be in california, let alone los angeles. when his brothers picked you up at the airport, you were amazed to feel him. he felt so real in your hands. you hugged for a good while before matt honked, saying the two of you needed to not hold up traffic.
you all spent the day having the boys show you their favorite spots to visit. from clothing stores to a pizza shop they regularly visit that's been shown in their vlogs.
chris decided to sit in the middle seats with you so you wouldn't have to sit next to his "icky" brother nick. it was nice to see him in a different position rather than a bunch of pixels. you held hands the entire time you were out, and he'd open your door each time you got out. you wanted to kiss him when you first saw each other, and after each gesture but held yourself back waiting until you could have a moment together.
sitting down in his bed, you ignored what he was saying as he put your bags by his desk. after he finished his story, he sat down next to you. he kept talking... just like on the phone, he can't seem to stop talking. as much as you enjoy hearing him talk, you need to start what you were so excited for last night.
rolling your eyes, you swung a leg up, then over his legs as you pushed him back. sitting on top of his lap, looking down at him with a big smile. he looks around the room before back at you, lifting his hands.
"you can touch me y'know? I'm not going to go on a break." teasing him seemed the best way to ease his nerves you thought.
face turning a deep shade of red, he slowly lowered his hands onto your hands, giving a small squeeze. feeling if you were real. his grip is firm and secure. while he's there he takes the chance to squeeze the flesh on my legs before rubbing his hands up and down my thighs.
you choose to be bold and rock your hips on him and lean down, having our chests flush with each other. chris can only stare at you with his mouth agape. noses touching, but you rock my hips once more for good measure and met with him bucking his hips up.
"ready for your first kiss, loverboy?" you coo. looking away from you for a second, you noticed how the tips of his ears turned a slight shade of pink. watching it spread across his face and down his neck. chris nodded profusely has he had a lopsided smile adorning his face.
cupping his face, taking a hand to push his hair back so I can take a good look at him. Blue eyes looking back at me with large pupils. I tilt my head to the side before slotting our mouths together. I keep it light and quick before letting go.
"There you go." I smile against his dating.
I press back in a little to give him a chance to move. However, his lips are limp and unsure of what to do. I decided to be a little more daring. Dragging my tongue along his bottom lip, I lightly nip at him.
I wasn't expecting the reaction I got out of it, but loved it nonetheless. His hands gripped me harder, one sliding down to my ass. He took this as a chance to lightly squeeze it.
I move my hand to the top of his head, carding my hand through his hair before bringing it down to his nape and lightly pulling on his hair to disconnect us. He whines at the loss of contact.
"You got condoms?" I ask. Chris nods his head before pulling my head closer to his to kiss me again. He returned the favor back as he licked and bit my bottom lip. I smiled at the gesture. He was a fast learner.
As I sat on his lap I felt his dick grow hard and twitch with each motion of our lips moving, and the slow rock of my hips. I let out a laugh against him.
"Calm down, calm down..." I whisper. He whines and does as told.
I keep my lips on him, both of us limp. It's nice just feeling our lips together as I stroke the back of his neck with my nails.
"Can–can you–can you touch me baby?" Chris asks. He's cute. His eyes are wide with swollen red lips. His desperation is cute. I give in since he's been so good.
"Where do you want me to touch you?" I know exactly where, but I'd like to drag this out for as long as I can. He closes his eyes as he pulls my head to rest on his forehead. I hum as I wait for his response.
"Anywhere, everywhere. I dunno, I just need you y/n." Chris says.
I slid off him to the floor between his legs. I place my hands on his thighs. I look up at him before speaking.
"Are you sure you're ready Chris?" I ask.
He nods his head quickly, but I giggle at this. "I need words, baby." I chastised.
"Yeah–yeah–yes I want this... I want you,"he says. He brings a hand down to my head to cup my cheek. He brushes a thumb against it. "You're so beautiful y/n..." He mumbles.
I couldn't help but get nervous and begin to blush a little. Coming back to my senses and what I sat in front of him for, I unbuckled his belt and hooked my fingers around his jeans and underwear. Taking the signal, Chris lifts his hips up to let me pull down his pants to pool at his ankles.
It felt surreal to see him so... raw. While I saw him last night through a screen, it didn't do him much justice. He was a nice size and I couldn't wait to have him when I pleased.
"Take a picture, it'll last longer." He teases. I roll my eyes at him and pinch his thigh. He hisses at the pain, furrowing his eyebrows.
"Maybe another time... Are you sure you're ready?" I'm not nervous, but I can't help but feel the need to get double confirmation.
"If I didn't want this you wouldn't be on the floor right now." Chris says.
He's not wrong, but I'd never tell him that. I click my tongue and move my face to lay feather light kisses along his thighs. I start close to his knee and work my way up to his pelvis, alternating between each leg. As I grow closer to him he twitches a little with each kiss.
I place a kiss on his tip before laying a few more along his thighs and stomach. Chris brings his hand up to my hair, making a ponytail.
"Stop teasing..." He mumbles.
"Patience, patience... You're gonna have me for a month." I say.
He mumbles something I couldn't hear but doesn't care enough to ask what he said.
Finally making it to where he needed me most, I wrapped my hand around the base of his dick. I took my other and spread the precum that was coming out of his tip down the length of him. A small noise comes out of his mouth. I smile a little in approval.
I slowly pump my hand up and down him, trying to mimic what I watched him do last night. I took my time going down, but sped up a little as I went up and squeezed his tip more precum leaking out.
Chris began to groan a little louder and more with each motion. His grip on my hair grew a little tighter.
I look up at him through lashes. His eyes are closed with his mouth agape. Small gasps are falling from his lips. While I'm looking I guess he felt me staring, and shoots me a smile.
"Can you–can you—can you do one–one–thing for me?" He asks, out of breath.
"Of course, baby." I say.
"Could you use your mouth? I've been thinking about that since you started..." He says.
I couldn't help but smile again, he's so cute. He whines again as I stop moving my hand. I lean forward a little bit to be closer to him. His grip on my hair loosens a little bit. I stick out my tongue and the kitten licks at this tip before licking a long stripe from base to tip.
Chris groans and bumps his leg up at the feeling. His breaths start getting heavier as I take his tip into my mouth. I slowly move my head down a little before going back up, using my other hand to pump the base of him. I bob my head up and down on him, taking my other hand to squeeze his balls.
Chris's breath turns into a pant as my name falls seamlessly from his lips. My name comes out almost like a chant...
"Y/n—y/n–n/n..." He mumbles.
His hips start to buck up a little more frequently as I speed up. I feel his dick twitch lightly in my mouth. His grip on my hair loses that loose grip as he tightens and helps move my head up and down.
He makes one loud groan and grunt before cumming in my mouth. I take it and swallow it. Taking my head off of his softening dick I wipe my mouth. I look up at Chris and his eyes are closed while small pants fall from his mouth.
"Wow... that was—I can never say I never had a head before." He jokes, wiping his forehead and pushing his hair back.
You couldn’t help but laugh too.
"For sure. How're you feeling?" I ask.
"Amazing... Are we gonna do more?" He asks.
I think about it, but look at his bedside clock. As much as we stay up late on the phone tonight I'd rather go to sleep.
"Maybe another time... Like I said before you have a month with me." you smiled as you got up.
He makes a sound of slight disapproval.
"Don't be mad. Let's take a shower, I want to go to sleep somewhat early."
"We never sleep early, though! We need to watch our show!" Chris exclaims, following you to your bag where you grabbed your night time belongings.
"And tonight I want to. Just because you got a head doesn't mean you can act like you're all that." you teased.
Chris huffs as he gets his stuff too before joining you in the bathroom.
