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— 𝐂𝐖. 18+, Dom!Matt, Soft!dom!Chris, Fem!reader, Threesome, fingering, breeding kink, dry humping, oral, mentions of cock-warming, choking, praising, pet names, detailed sexual encounter, degradation, language, Dom/Sub dynamic, mentions of bruising or marking, ass grabbing, dirty talk.
You woke up wet. Not the cute kind of wet. Not the gentle, soft morning type with lazy touches and sleepy kisses No. You woke up aching—your thighs already pressed tight together beneath the covers, your panties stuck to your cunt, the sheets underneath you slightly damp. You could still feel the dream slipping out of your head, but the heat it left behind sat heavy in your stomach. And it only took a single shift of your hips—just one tiny grind against the mattress—to send a gasp tumbling from your mouth.
You reached blindly for your phone, heart pounding, cunt clenching hard enough to make you dizzy. Your fingers trembled as the screen lit up.
Chris: Me and Matt went to go film. Don’t wait up for us
Fuck
It made sense now—how tense your body was. How sensitive your nipples felt. How you couldn’t think straight, like your body knew something your brain didn’t. You stared at the message for too long, blinking hard, your breath stuttering. Don’t wait.
You whined before you even realized you were doing it.
God, they knew. Chris fucking knew you’d wake up like this. He sent that message to be cruel. He wanted you to squirm. To touch yourself. To fall apart before either of them even got home. Your thighs squeezed tighter. You rubbed them together beneath the sheets like a brat in heat, chasing any bit of friction you could. It wasn’t enough.
You threw the covers off and shoved your hand into your panties, gasping at how soaked they were. Sticky, slippery, just humiliating. Your fingers brushed your clit and your hips jerked off the bed. “Fuck,” you whimpered. “Fuck, I can’t—” You weren’t even touching yourself properly, just grazing over your clit, and it already felt too good. You needed more. You needed to be ruined. You needed Matt’s hand on your throat, Chris’s voice in your ear, you needed—
You needed to be used.
Your brain was spiraling fast, messy images flashing through your head: Matt dragging you onto his lap and fucking you silent while Chris sat back and made you say thank you after every thrust. Or maybe it was Chris on the phone, telling Matt what to do to you. Maybe it was both of them filming it. Maybe—
You hit call.
You didn’t even think. You just pressed the button and clutched your phone to your ear with slick fingers, eyes wide and glazed over as it rang.
Once.
Twice.
Click.
“Morning, sweetheart.”
Chris’s voice was warm, low, and still laced with sleep. Your whole body twitched. “Chris,” you whined.
He didn’t say anything.
“I—fuck—I woke up, and I was thinking about Matt, and I couldn’t stop, and I needed to—”
“You’re touching yourself right now, aren’t you?”
The calmness in his voice was almost cruel. Your breath caught in your throat.
“Y-yeah.” Another pause.
Then: “that’s okay, baby.”
You whimpered.
“What were you thinking about?” he asked softly. “Be honest.” You couldn’t help it—you rubbed your fingers over your clit again, back arching slightly, as your brain flooded with filth. “I was thinking about Matt being mean to me,” you whispered. “Finding me like this－maybe, making me beg.”
You heard a low exhale on the other end of the line. “You imagined Matt being mean to you, doll?” A small whine. “And you called me?”
Your whole body flushed with heat. “I needed you.” He groaned softly under his breath.
“Oh, sweetheart. Listen to me,” he said, voice dropping an octave. “Slide your fingers inside. Slow, don’t hurt yourself. You’re soaked, aren’t you?”
You whimpered as you obeyed, fingers pushing into your cunt with a messy, slick noise. “Y-yeah, I’m—fuck, Chris—”
“I know, baby. I know. You’re doing so good.” The praise made your eyes flutter shut. His voice poured into your ear like honey while you fucked yourself—clumsy and desperate. He told you where to touch. How deep. How slow. And every time you started getting too close, he pulled you back.
“I didn’t say cum yet,” he said sharply. “You don’t get to cum until you earn it. You hear me?”
“Please,” you whispered, eyes watering. “Please let me—”
“Maybe if Matt was here, I’d let him watch. I’d make you look at him while you came. You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” You nodded into your pillow, grinding down on your own hand. “I would, I would—oh my god, Chris, please—”
“You’d come while he calls you his little cumdump, and I’d make you say thank you like the good girl you pretend to be.” You moaned helplessly.
And then— You heard it.
The front door opened.
Your entire body went still. “Chris,” you whispered. “Are you—did you—?”
The bedroom door creaked open. Chris’s voice was no longer in your ear. The phone was snatched from your hand. You looked up with wide, teary eyes to see Matt standing at the edge of the bed, jaw clenched, eyes dark.
You froze, legs still spread, cunt dripping, fingers buried in your own pussy like the filthy little thing you were. Matt said nothing. He just stared.
Chris stepped around him and sat on the edge of the bed, completely unbothered. His phone was in his hand. His jeans were already unzipped. “She couldn’t wait,” he said casually. “Called me about five minutes ago begging for help. Said she woke up thinking about you.”
Matt still didn’t say anything. He just reached out and grabbed your face—not hard, but firm, fingers on your jaw, forcing you to look up at him.
“Is that true?” he asked, voice dangerously low. “You thought about me? Came thinking about how I’d treat you like a slut, hm?”
“Yes. I’m sorry—”
“You’re not sorry.”
His hand slid down your face, over your throat, down your chest. He palmed your tits roughly before dragging your panties off completely, tossing them aside like trash. “You’re fucking soaked,” he muttered. “You liked imagining me punishing you that bad?”
You couldn’t even speak. Your body was trembling. Your face was on fire. Chris leaned down beside you, his cock now in his hand, slowly stroking it as he spoke in that same low, indulgent voice.
“You should see how pretty she looks when she begs, Matt. All messy and twitchy. I almost felt bad for her.”
Matt’s fingers shoved inside you in one brutal thrust. You sobbed. The stretch had your spine arching off the bed instantly, a strangled moan breaking from your throat. You couldn’t help it—it was instinctual, your body reacting before your mind could catch up. His knuckles brushed against your soaked folds, rough and intentional, as if he wasn’t just fucking you—he was claiming you.
“Already fucking dripping,” he muttered, eyes focused between your thighs like he was studying something obscene. “You came like this? Just to the sound of Chris’s voice?” Your face burned, shame prickling hot beneath your skin, but you didn’t answer. You couldn’t—not with the way his fingers were curling just right, grazing that swollen spot inside you like he already knew your body better than you did.
“Use your words.” He slapped your thigh, sharp, making you jolt. “Or I’ll stop.”
With a soft whimper, “I—I did,” you stammered. “I came thinking about you.” That earned you something darker.
Matt’s lips curled up, smug and cruel all at once. “Of course you did.”
His hand twisted slightly, and suddenly he was dragging his fingers out so fucking slow, coated in slick, watching the way your pussy clenched around nothing—desperate and empty. You could hear the wet sounds in the silence, lewd and humiliating, echoing between your spread legs. Chris still hadn’t said anything, but when you turned your head to glance at him, you saw the way he was palming himself through his jeans now—slow, deliberate strokes.
He caught your gaze.
“Look at you,” Chris murmured, voice almost fond. “So needy. You couldn’t even wait for us. Bet you were crying into the pillow while you rubbed your little clit, hm?”
“I—I didn’t mean to,” you breathed, squirming beneath Matt’s hold. He was still just… watching. Watching the way your folds glistened, watching the way your hole fluttered around nothing as if begging him to put those fingers back. He spread your lips with two fingers, exposing everything, and you let out a soft sob of embarrassment.
“You did mean to,” he said calmly, almost clinically. “You meant to get caught. You knew I’d find you like this. You wanted me to.”
He leaned down until his mouth was right by your ear.
“You wanted me to be mean.”
The words made your hips twitch. It was true. You hated how much it was true. Matt chuckled when you didn’t deny it. He pulled away just enough to slip two fingers back inside—fast, hard, this time—and curled them deep while his other hand grabbed your face, forcing you to look at him. “You gonna cum again for me, doll? Gonna soak my fingers while my brother watches?”
The humiliation cracked something in your chest. You whimpered, eyes glassy and lips trembling, hips already moving without permission—grinding down on his hand, chasing that friction like your life depended on it. “I need it,” you whispered, breath shuddering. “Please, Matt, I need it—”
“You already had one, baby.” Chris’s voice, smooth and low. “You think you get more for being bad?”
“I’ll be good—fuck, I’ll be good now,” you gasped, and it sounded so pathetic that even you cringed. But Matt groaned at it. Low and dark. His fingers started thrusting faster, messier, the sound of it slick and loud, obscene between your thighs. He pressed down on your stomach again, right above where his fingers were buried inside you, and you lost control—your mouth dropping open, eyes rolling back.
“Oh my god—” you sobbed. “Matt, I’m—Chris—I’m gonna—”
Chris was unzipping his jeans now, cock hard and heavy in his hand as he stroked it lazily, watching you fall apart. “You cum without permission, and I’ll tell him to leave you empty all night.” You froze, body trembling, tears pooling at the corners of your eyes.
Matt leaned down again, forehead pressed to yours, breath warm and rough.
“Don’t fucking cum.”
It took everything in you to hold it in—to clench your fists in the sheets, to keep your thighs from shaking, to ride the edge without tipping over. Your whole body burned, legs spread wide, twitching and soaked, and all you could do was beg.
“Please—please let me,” you whimpered, voice wrecked. “Matt, I’ll be good, I’ll be so good for you, I’ll—fuck—Chris, please, please.”
Matt’s pace slowed. He pulled his fingers out entirely, leaving you clenching around emptiness again. You nearly cried. “Look at her beg,” he muttered to Chris, wiping his hand on your thigh like your slick was nothing. “She doesn’t even care how fucking messy she is.”
“I do,” you whimpered. “I—I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to be—”
“You’re sorry?” Matt’s hand grabbed your jaw again, thumb pressing into your cheek to keep you looking at him. “Then show me how sorry you are.” He leaned back, undoing his belt slowly, the sound making your stomach flip. His cock sprang free—hard, flushed, and thick—and your mouth watered.
Chris shifted beside you, now fully hard, cock resting against his abdomen as he leaned closer, expression soft but stern.
“You’re gonna take both of us tonight,” Chris said quietly. “Since you couldn’t pick one.”
Matt pulled you down the bed by your hips, roughly, so your head was between his thighs. “Mouth open. Let’s see if you’re as good with your throat as you are with your moaning.”
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WHYY DELETE PUPPYYYY
I had a feeling it wouldn’t do so well 🤧
I don’t want to upload fics spoke don’t enjoy :(
I love when my nerd starts ranting about her little interests. Like yes baby tell me all about your anime boys and morally gray video game men. Info dump. Ramble. ‘wait okay i need to show you this ONE scene from this show’. YES! pull it up. show me. i’m laying in bed kicking my feet and grinning like a freak.
I really freaking adore this girl.
your recent submatt post reminds me of bella/edward honeymoon & how bella was bruised after it. thought of that right away ☁️☁️ although this version is way better & the only version i like ☁️
AWWWEE I LOVE THIS!
I’m a die-hard twiilight fan
୨ৎ －𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐒 | 𝐌－𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐎𝐋𝐎
୨ৎ － 𝐒𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬 | After a night together, Y/n cares for Matt in the quiet morning, showing love through simple, tender gestures.
୨ৎ — 𝐂𝐖. Mentions of bruising, sub + dom dynamics, pet names, fluff! Literally just fluff
ℳℐℳℐ𝒮 𝒩𝒪𝒯ℰ𝒮－Why hello ! I’m back (like I always am), and thought I’d drop this as a filler before my smutty fic that I willlll be dropping later tonight! I just wanted to say I adore, and cherish every single one of you guys. Love, Missmimi :3
Matt was still floating somewhere between sleep and wakefulness when she came back into the room, her silhouette glowing gold in the early morning light. His body ached in the best way—sore in places that made his breath catch, warmth pooling low in his belly just from the memory. She’d taken him apart piece by piece, slow and merciless and attentive, until all that was left of him was trembling, obedient need.
Now, he was tucked into the rumpled sheets, hair mussed and lips parted, skin painted with bruises in the shape of her hunger. He looked beautiful like this—wrecked, pliant, glowing with the afterglow of surrender. His eyes fluttered open when he heard her approach, and there it was, that dazed, reverent look he only ever wore for her.
She cooed while approaching his exhausted body, soft and possessive as she brushed his hair from his forehead.“Morning, sweetheart,” she murmured, voice still rough from the night before. “You stayed so good for me, hm?” He shivered, cheeks flushing pink, and she loved that—that he could melt under her touch but still blush like she hadn’t spent the night coaxing shameless sounds out of him, hadn’t made him beg and cry and cum with her name on his lips like a prayer.
She set the glass of water on the nightstand and coaxed him to sit up, one hand warm on the back of his neck. He was slow-moving, boneless, all his edges softened. Placing small, gentle kisses upon his bare, bruised, shoulder blade as he drank－her palm skimming down his spine. “Need anything, baby?” she asked, rubbing gentle circles into his thigh. “You did so well for me last night. So fucking perfect.”
He leaned into her touch, eyes fluttering closed, and shook his head. “Just… you,” he whispered, hoarse. God. That did things to her. She eased him back onto the bed, grabbing a warm cloth and tending to him with care—every swipe gentle, intimate. She cleaned him like she owned him. Because she did. He let her, too. Let her touch him like he was precious, even though he still wore the marks of how rough she’d been. And he was precious—to her. Especially like this. Vulnerable. Trusting. Hers.
She pulled the blanket up around him, climbed in beside him and curled her body around his. His back pressed to her chest, her hand resting flat over his heart. He exhaled slowly, like it was only now he could breathe. “You okay?” she whispered, lips against his neck.
He nodded, breath hitching. “I feel… full. Like I’m still glowing.”
She hummed, pressing a small peck to the side of his jaw. “I’m glad .. my good boy, hm?”
And just like that, he melted all over again.
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I just want to dominate a cute little sub till she’s crying and whimpering
I’m sleepu
i’ll volunteer!
Forgot to make it anonymous but like yeah
I love it when he pulls this move 🥹
𝒐𝒃𝒔𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒗𝒆 .ᐟ 𝒄𝒉𝒓𝒊𝒔
⚠︎ mdni, smut, p n v, needy!chris, BIG DICK CHRIS, and more
⤷ Get to reading, sluts. No copying. Ask if you’d like to use this as ‘inspiration.’ Fuck off and fuck me, lets get horny!!! Proofread by @bbernard-03
matt’s favorite toy, Rose
©bernardsbendystraws
“Mmmmm, my god,” Chris husks. His voice is barely above a whisper, a low tone blending in with the breeze that seeps through the cracked window of your shared bedroom. The air is cool. It contrasts against the heat that had swarmed between your bodies underneath the fluffy duvet.
“Chris?” you question. Your boyfriend hums, grinding his hard dick against you—bare. Sleeping naked was always a common ritual, Chris just loved being so close. But…you weren’t close enough anymore.
His mind wouldn’t shut down. You had both climbed into bed after a long day nearly two hours ago. Chris tried counting sheep. It simply didn’t work, not when he could feel your pussy radiating heat onto his dick as he spooned you from behind. He tried to keep his thoughts tame. He really did, but it was no use against his vivid imagination.
“I…can I just be in you, baby? Please, I…just need to be closer, it….” Chris trails off, his fingers tracing over your bare hip hypnotizing him. You’re so soft.
About to respond, your parted lips only let out a small gasp as you feel his sticky, wet tip graze up the back of your inner thighs. “Chris,” you breathe out.
Before anyone asks about the Gerard Way fanfic.
Don’t.
It’s FOR someone and it will be taken down soon.
Casually meeting Memo?! And being filmed for their newest vlog.
Some photos that I took during the show that no one has seen (because I took them teehee!)
Last night felt like a dream I never want to wake up from.
I saw the Sturniolo triplets live yesterday and I still haven’t fully processed it. They were right there. in front of me. the same boys who’ve made me laugh until I cry and feel seen on my worst days. I got to exist in the same room as their energy, their voices, their presence-it was everything I hoped for and more. Genuinely felt like a pocket of magic in this chaotic world.
I’d be lying if i said the audience didn’t dull the sparkle a little. Not trying to be a negative about SUCH an unreal experience, but the lack of show etiquette was kinda heartbreaking. People yelling over them, interrupting intimate moments, treating it more like a frat party than a safe space. I get that everyone was excited — i was too! — but there’s such a difference between hype and disrespect. It was a space for softness and connection, and some people did not honor that.
STILL! I feel so beyond blessed to have been there. To witness something that made my heart so happy. I’ll be carrying this memory in my heart like a pressed flower for a long time.
Thank you nick, matt, and chris for being literal beams of light. i love you guys. so much.
hai silly:3
HI MY LITTLE CUTIE BABY!
Everyone go follow this girl. Literally the sweetest and coolest.
hiii !! i just posted an intro for my new au if you wanna check it out :3 NO PRESSURE <3
Talent is unreal.
୨ৎ －𝐆𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐏, 𝐁𝐀𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐏 | 𝐌 + 𝐂－𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐎𝐋𝐎
୨ৎ － 𝐒𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬 | In which the reader is needy, spoiled, and used to getting her way, she plays them both like a dream—until their patience starts to wear thin.
୨ৎ — 𝐂𝐖. 18+, Dom!Matt, Soft!dom!Chris, Fem!reader, Threesome, fingering, breeding kink, dry humping, oral, mentions of cock-warming, choking, gagging, praising, pet names, detailed sexual encounter, degradation, P in V, language, Dom/Sub dynamic, mentions of bruising or marking, ass grabbing, dirty talk.
𝐌𝐃𝐍𝐈!
“Pay attention to me.” Y/n gasped out, her voice soft and needy as she grasped his knee with a shaky hand.
“I am.”
Matt insisted dryly, his eyes never straying away from his phone. His thumb rolled down the screen endlessly, making the girl whine. She wanted to snatch his phone away plop down in his lap－but she knew he was actually studying for an exam had the next day. It didn’t stop her from begging however. Despite wanting him to do well on the damn thing－she was spoiled, and wanted him.
Her head shook softly, a gentle whine emitting her lips as she grasped his larger hand that was resting on her bare hip. “No, more.” He just drawled out a hum, before scrolling to yet another note. “Touch me.”
“I am.”
“No.” She shook her head again, this time the whine edging onto her tone as she began to get frustrated. Was I spoiled? Maybe. Did I care? Not at all. She just wanted him to touch her－ He doesn’t understand. Matt let out a questioning hum and tilted his head up, meeting her gaze－just barely enough to show he was even listening. “Please.”
Her eyes flicked to his phone that rested in his free hand, faintly seeing the boys hand opening a new note. “What’s got you so upset, hm?” The girl’s eyes squinted on him, trying not to snap at him. “I want you to touch me.” She uttered, the sass in her tone apparent as ever as Matt rose a brow.
“Oh?” He drawled lowly, taking a small pause as he slowly read over something. He wasn’t even paying attention to me. “I thought you’d be content, I gave you my thigh to hump and you’re still complaining? You seemed to like it last time, hm?” She huffed, toes curling against the mattress as she sat back on his thigh, that he generously raised for her to grind on. “I do like it.” She mumbled, cheeks tinting a soft hue of pink.
“Then say ‘thank you’ and be quiet.”
The girl frowned gently, gripping his knee behind her as her hips slowly moved at their own accord. Her sensitive pussy grinding down onto the rough denim of his jeans, making her whimper. “..Thank you.” Matt just hummed, squeezing her hip in acknowledgment.
If it were any other situation she would’ve assumed that it was just foreplay－or his way of teasing her. But this time, his attention seemed to be solely on his never ending notes. Soft gasps and whines tumbled from her mouth, not even trying to hold in the slightest of noises from him. He wasn’t necessarily doing a bad job, giving her just enough attention to not make a big fuss－but not nearly enough to where she kept quiet.
Matt’s palm ran up and down her side, a constant reminder that he knew she was there, making her heart flutter－and her soaked cunt ache. Wetness dripped onto his hard thigh, the denim darkening underneath her sopping bundle of nerves as she rolled her hips forward, panting.
She should’ve waited－she knew that. When he’d told her that he had to study for his finals exam her entire face fell, making him chuckle. They’d been busy all day, running around with the other two brothers, filming, and anything else you could name. And when they finally got home, slipping her pink camisole off her shoulders, and her lacey little skirt down her thighs－all she wanted was for the boy to touch her. She was starved of his touch.
He told her to wait. But she didn’t want to wait－so she didn’t, plopping herself down in his lap. Completely nude－demanding he gave her attention right then. Like the spoiled brat she was. “Are you almost done?” She said, whimpering as he slightly raised his thigh up into her pulsing cunt.
This was maybe the fourth time she’d asked? Making Matt’s eyes lift to hers. “I’ll tell you when I’m done, sweetheart.” Her lips pursed, suddenly finding the silence much more appealing. She couldn’t even find it in her to mumble out a response. Not when he looked at her like that.
The girls eyes batted, rolling back softly as she moaned. Her thighs clenched around his muscular one, grounding her pussy down onto the fabric as she felt the rough friction pressed against her clit. “－mmm.” Her lips parted, a soft yet sharp moan tearing from her mouth. Was she usually this expressive?
Eyes opening for a moment, they locked in on him. Matt’s tired blue eyes flicker in the dim light of his phone screen, the glow casting sharp shadows across his angular face. Black hair falls messily over his forehead, a contrast to the rough stubble that dusts his sharp jawline. His large, veined hand rests absentmindedly on her bare hip, his fingers adorned with rings that catch the light when he moves. The ink winding up his arm disappears beneath the fabric of his sleeve, a silent story etched into his skin. He scrolls, distracted, but there’s an effortless weight to his presence—a quiet intensity that lingers even in stillness.
She whined at the sight, wanting to nudge his phone away and beg for him to fuck her. No－he’s studying. She tried to remind herself sulkily, but it didn’t really work because he looked so fucking good. “Done?” She checked meekly, voice somewhat softer and timid since it’d been mere minutes since he’d told her to be quiet.
Matt’s hand was a steady weight on her hip, completely still as it served as a reminder that he was giving her at least a tiny bit of attention. He squeezed, cold rings pressing into her skin. “What did I just tell you?” She whimpered, heart skipping a beat as she realized her slip-up.
“..To be quiet.”
“And?”
“..You’ll tell me when you’re done.”
Matt hummed. “Mhm, so why are you talking?” His tone was curious, as if he was genuinely interested as to why she even thought about opening her mouth. “Sorry.” She mumbled a soft apology, feeling scolded as he squeezed her hip again. “It’s okay, little girls can be a bit forgetful.” Matt flicked his gaze to her, watching as her hips began to move faster as he spoke. How cute. “Let’s try a little harder this time.” Her toes curled again, swooned by his soft yet condescending tone. He looked back down at his notes, like she wasn’t even worth looking at.
A needy whimper spilled from her lips as her eyes fluttered shut, her hips rolling forward in a slow, desperate motion. Her cunt, raw and dripping, sending a steady pulse thrumming through her entire body—like she had a heartbeat everywhere. “Mmm.”Another soft whine. Her hand drifted over her stomach, tracing the path she wished was his, fingertips ghosting just above where she needed him most. She froze there, trembling, resisting the urge to break. I have to be good.
Her breath came uneven, chest rising and falling in shallow, aching gasps. The restraint burned almost as much as the heat pooling between her thighs, the weight of it pressing down on her, making every second stretch unbearably long. Her fingers twitched against her skin, aching to slip lower, to chase relief—but she couldn’t. Wouldn’t.
Instead, she squeezed her thighs together, a futile attempt to ease the throbbing need. It only made it worse. A frustrated whimper left her, high and breathy, her body betraying her resolve as his thigh was the barrier between her aching pussy, the friction making her sob out. She imagined his touch instead—his large, veined hands gripping her waist, the cool press of his rings against her burning skin. He’d know exactly what to do, exactly how to unravel her, how to make her beg even when she was already falling apart.
She needed it.
The thought alone sent a shiver down her spine, a fresh wave of heat rolling through her. Her nails dug into her stomach, a last-ditch effort to ground herself. I have to be good. But God, she was losing.
Reaching the end of one of his notes of too many, Matt lifted his head to give the girl a look. This somewhat startled the girl, causing her hips to stutter as she whimpered. He tutted through his teeth－looking unamused. His hand guided her hips forward again, helping her pick up the rhythm as she dripped more onto his thigh. “You’re being good.” He commented offhandedly, like he didn’t expect her to.
Whatever.
He tilted his head slowly, watching her with a lazy kind of amusement, like he had all the time in the world. The movement was subtle, almost nothing— “Do you want a treat?” His grip on her hips tightened just slightly, the pressure enough to remind her who was in control. “If you ask like a good girl, I’ll give you one.” God.
His voice was low when he spoke, rich and edged with something dangerously smooth. The question rolled off his tongue like he already knew the answer, like he enjoyed dragging it out just to watch her squirm. His thumb traced slow, absentminded circles against her burning skin.
“Please.” She didn’t hesitate to beg, heat pooling in her stomach as fresh wave of arousal tightened low between her hips. He made it sound so easy, so simple—just ask. But the way he was watching her, the slow, deliberate weight of his gaze, told her it wouldn’t be.
His hand dipped between her thighs, fingers pressing firmly into the soft flesh, just enough to make her breath hitch. Then, he squeezed—deliberate, commanding. The pressure sent a fresh wave of heat pooling between her legs, soaking into the fabric of his pants. He felt it. She knew he did. “I said,” he muttered, dragging his fingers along the sensitive skin of her inner thigh. “use your manners, and ask like a good girl.”
She whimpered, lips parting in a quiet pout, frustration flickering in her eyes. Her body trembled with need, every muscle tight, wound up from the unbearable teasing. But she knew better than to keep him waiting. Knew better than to test his patience when he was already looking at her like that—like he was enjoying dragging this out just to watch her fall apart. “Can I please have a treat, sir?” Her voice came out soft, almost fragile, but the plea in it was unmistakable.
Matt looked at her for a moment before his eyes squinted with a smile, the predatory gaze in his eyes making her shudder. “Of course.” Heat pooled low in her stomach, almost unbearable as he gently pressed his middle and ring fingers against the wet, soft skin of her pussy. “Ah－” she whimpered, lips parting in a silent gasp as she pressed on against his thigh harder.
“Does that feel good, hm?” Her stomach tensed as he circled the tips of his fingers around her aching bundle of nerves, making the area raw and drip, the movement of his fingers almost lazy－yet so skilled. “Uh huh,” she bobbed her head breathlessly, whining as she rolled her hips forward to meet the friction of his hand. It felt so good－and god, was she happy she didn’t touch herself.
Matt let out a soft, pleased hum while slowly dipping the ends of his lengthy digits in her tight little hole. “This is your treat, you can use it however you please.” His fingers slowed as he picked up his phone with his other hand once again. “You can cum if you want but I’m fucking you when I’m done. Whether you’re sensitive or not.” And he knows I will be.
She whined at his words, feeling her gut flutter and clench. His fingers were unmoving, still pressed to her opening as he allowed her to do as she pleased. She made a small sound as he pressed his middle finger down onto her clit. “What do you say?” Oh.
“Thank you sir.”
Matt hummed. “Good baby.” The man praised, eyes closed in on his phone screen. The praise made her moan－shifting on his thigh as she adjusted her hips to her liking. Because it was her treat. “Mmm－mmm.” Using her hand to grasp his knee from behind, giving her balance as she rolled her hips into his fingers－whilst simultaneously grounding her hips onto the rough denim of his thigh.
She wasn’t sure if she’d even be able to hold back an orgasm－or if she even wanted to. But what she did know is that sensitive or not, he’d fuck her. Matt liked to fuck with her often－overstimulation one of his favourite tactics. He’d pull her into his lap and fuck his fingers into her for a good hour, rubbing into her walls even after she came for the third time.
She whine, cry, scratch－ beg him to stop, even as she dripped all over his hand, clenching around his fingers oh so tightly. “Shit－please.” A whiny moan drew from her lips, nails digging into his thigh as she felt his fingers press against the wet skin. More. She wanted him to fuck her－but this felt so good.
The girl’s head tipped back as she moaned again, breathy and high pitched－making her desperation evident. Matt was hard, she could feel it against her knee. Fuck, she wanted nothing more than to grind against his clothed cock, rub against him till he couldn’t take it anymore and undid his belt－flipping her over and fucking some sense into.
Her mind began to haze over, unable to think about any other than how good it felt. The girl’s eyes ran over every part of him, his hands, his jaw－wanting to sink her teeth into his skin, leave marks that would last for days. Matt’s neck was already littered with small bruises and marks, the boy uncaring about who could see them, which make her heart flutter.
I wanted to mark him. “Mmm.” Strings of whines emitted her lips as she rolled her hips into his hand, the tips of his fingers gently－lazily nudging her opening. I want people to know he’s mine. It was an overwhelming urge to show people who he belonged to－something primal.
Her breaths picked up as she moved her hips, becoming more needy and breathy as she stared at him with a star-struck gaze. He’s so beautiful. The thought of others seeing him made her heart plummet to her gut, a drawled out whine eliciting her lips.
Why do they get to look at what’s mine?
She tried to remind herself that Matt knew. He knows he’s yours－but it didn’t feel like enough. Others don’t know. With a frustrated whine, she reached down and pushed his hand out of his lap, where his phone was resting. Sitting up, she fully placed herself in his lap, a soft moan of content tumbling from her pursed lips.
Matt didn’t say anything as she adjusted herself on his lap, making herself comfortable as she pressed down onto the bulge in his jeans with a whimper. He just watched, leaned back against the head board with a calculated look in his eyes, waiting till she found the perfect spot before speaking. “You done?” She wrapped her arms around his neck, nodding as she leaned down. “Mhm.”
He didn’t bother touching her again, seeing as she could easily grind against the tent in his jeans. Instead, he opted to wrap his arms around her waist, looking at his phone that hovered behind her back. If her mind wasn’t so clouded with lust and need, she would’ve questioned why he hadn’t scolded her. But it was, so she didn’t.
She moaned while starting to rock back and forth against his clothed cock, the ridge just slightly dipping between her lips, nudging her sensitive clit－her perky tits pressing into his defined chest. “Fuck.” She whimpered, dipping her head into his neck－licking as stripe up his pulse.
Matt shuddered underneath her body, offering a small squeeze to her hip of acknowledgment. Teeth nipping at his skin gently, sucking－licking, biting. Anything she could do to leave visible marks. He didn’t make a move to stop her－or to let on that he disliked it, so with a moan she bit down. Now they’ll know he’s mine.
Only a moment later she stiffened. But they’re gonna fade in just a day or two. “No－no－” she mindlessly babbled, whining needily as she rutted her sopping cunt against his length. It’s not fair, she mentally whined－letting out a soft noise of displeasure as she grounded her hips onto his cock.
Her nose turned into his neck, inhaling with a shaky breath. “Mine?” Matt hummed softly, lifting his hips a bit.
“Hm?”
“You’re mine?”
Matt hummed once again, understanding her. “Yeah, I’m yours baby.” His lack of hesitation made her heart slow down, her body falling a bit. “You’re mine?” He mumbled, eyes flicking from his phone to her.
She nodded quickly, babbling incoherent whines as she dug her finger tips into his hard shoulders. “Mhm, m’yours.”Matt nodded so gently, running his large hand up and down the span of her back comfortingly. “Then calm down, you’re getting yourself all worked up, sweetheart.”
“Cause,” she panted, feeling her abdomen tighten. “－you’re mine.”
Matt chuckled softly, patting her back. “I know I’m yours, so calm down.” His voice low and stern, soothing her as he set his phone aside. She began to panic for a moment, feeling his strong hands guiding her off of him－but just as she opened her mouth to complain, “No－” he gripped her hips, leaning us forward as her back fell against the mattress with a soft hmph.
Matt’s rough yet gentle hands ran up her thighs, spreading them as he kneeled between the gap. “Why’re you getting so upset, hm?” Using one tattooed hand to undo the buckle of his belt, her eyes lowered with a small－silent moan, seeing him take his leaking cock out. He was already rock hard, pre-cum pearling at the tip.
One hand pressed down onto the left side of her hip, the other already moving to grip the underside of her thigh. Her mouth fell open, a sharp moan tearing from her throat as he gave her no warning－just pressing his tip to her tight hole, and pushing in. No sounds could leave her mouth, pure and utter shock filled to her core.
Fuck.
“Mm, keep em’ down,” His rough hands pressing her hips down as they rose off the bed, immediately fucking into her with zero mercy. He gave her no time to adjust or prepare－to his well endowed state, her words were trapped in her throat, unable to form anything as she was so stretched and filled.
Eyes looking down at Matt’s large length fucking into her hard, still in utter disbelief that he slid into her with no warning. “Fuck!” Heaving out a sharp moan finally, her head fell back into the pillows whilst her back arched. Her eyes rolling back with a choked mewl as she felt him bury his cock into her to the hilt, the tip of his length kissing her cervix in a bruising thrust.
Matt’s hands, adorned with heavy silver rings, gripped her waist with a bruising force－the cool metal biting into her skin. Grunting, “You calm now?” He gritted, inked fingers flexed as she writhed beneath him, not letting her scramble away as he used her like a toy. The tattoos curling up his forearm stark against his pale skin, she tried her best to manage a nod, barely managing the breathless “Uh-huh.” She emitted.
Dark strands of hair fell messily over his eyebrows, damp with dewy sweat as his face shadowed the sharp angles of his jawline. A deep grunt tumbled from his chest as he caught his bottom lip between his teeth, drilling into her mercilessly. It was so fucking deep－she swore she could feel him in her throat.
His pelvis grazed her ass as he rammed into her, dragging his thick, veiny length along her tight walls－feeling almost suffocated in her sopping cunt as they clenched around him. “Mmm－mm.” Whines and babbles tumbling from her pouty lips. Matt hummed in satisfaction, feeling his lips twitch into something smug.
Fuck her dumb.
Her stomach knotted as she thought about him cumming in her, he’d mark her. Matt groaned, leaning forward－the chain woven around his neck swaying gently. “Fuckin’ pitiful.” Her neck arched as she threw her head back further, a breathless whine escaping her aching lungs as tears drew. It feels so good.
When her hips kept trying to lift from the bed Matt got fed up, leaning down and hooking one of her legs over his shoulders while driving his cock into her even deeper. “M－Matt,” she whimpered, clawing at his back. His jaw tightened as he only picked up his pace, unrelenting. His muscles tensed, tattoos shifting with every sharp thrust－ring clad fingers digging into her thigh, branding her beneath his touch.
Her mouth opened with a gasp as he began to drill into her over and over, hitting that sweet spot in her that made her entire body jerk every single time. “S’so good－fuck!” She sobbed out, Matt’s hand gripping her thigh to keep her still－fucking her as he pleased. He’s so deep, it’s so deep－
She clenched around his girthy cock hard, so close to cumming that even if he’d just touch her clit. Whining desperately as he spread her open beneath him. His rings glinted under the dim light, catching the flicker of movement as his hands worked over her body with practiced control. Inked skin flexed as he dragged her closer, his blue eyes dark and hooded, drinking in the way she trembled beneath him.
Matt tried to keep his whimpers and grunts to a minimum, but fuck, did it feel good. His cock was so warm－and hugged. her cunt sucking him in like they were meant for each other. “Shit.” He whimpered. Her nails clawed at his forearms, tracing the inked patterns there, but he didn’t falter. No hesitation. Just raw control.
Suddenly her heart plummeted to her gut, panicking as he started to pull out. “No－no－put it back, it’s mine－” Matt grunted, gripping her thigh and rolling her over.
“Hush.” His rings dug into her skin as he held her in place, thumbs pressing into her hips like he was marking her as he pulled her flush against him－sliding back into her with a groan. “See?” He breathed out.
The scent of sex and sweat clung to him, wrapping around her senses as he caged her against the mattress. “All that whining for what? I told you I was gonna fuck you, didn’t I? Did you think I was lying?” His dark hair was a mess, strands sticking to his forehead, but those icy blue eyes never lost focus. They burned into her body as she struggled to stay upright, trembling as cum and arousal drenched her inner thighs.
Drool leaked onto the mattress as she parted her lips, fisting the sheets as he fucked into her from behind. “Thank you－thank you.” Her toes curled, whimpering loudly as her hips ached.
“Mhm.” He interrupted her babbling, thrusting into her deeply.
The girl was aching－everywhere. Sweat and cum clung to her skin like a second skin, and her hips burned. It didn’t matter when or where he fucked her, this position hurt. Anytime he’d fuck her doggy she could feel him in the deepest way possible, filling her with every damn inch he packed.
Matt pressed a hand onto her back and pushed her down when she kept attempting to sit up. “Just stay down.” He chuckled, sounding mean. She whined at his tone, struggling to not let her arms give out. It hurt. With every thrust she could feel herself being split open, her snug walls raw and igniting with a pleasurable fire that shot through her core.
By the end her face was pressed into the sheets, nipples dragging across the cover as he held her hips up, fucking into her as he pleased. “A－ah!” Matt grunted, biting on his bottom lip at the view. He watched as her tight pussy gripped his cock, tightening around his length every time as he pulled out－seeming as if she didn’t want him to, despite her small sobs.
“Oh.” She heard him mutter offhandedly, a small hint of amusement in his breathy tone. “Did you hear that, doll? I think Chris is home.” A moan tore from her throat as he squeezed her hip, brain still fuzzy from being fucked so dumb. Chris. “Let’s show him how cute you’re being, yeah? You know how he gets when you’re like this.” He’s gonna scold me.
She moaned incoherent as he slammed into her, drool dampening the white blanket underneath as she felt her body buzz. He was so big－s’so good－she whimpered into the mattress as Matt ran his palm up her right ass cheek, groping the skin roughly. She knew she was in for it now.
It took a few minutes for Chris to actually enter the room－the door creaking open slowly and deliberately. The girl barely had time to register the sound before a familiar voice－smooth, and a little amused－broke through the thick air. “Well, isn’t this a pretty sight?” He stood in the doorway for a moment, leaning against the frame as his eyes flicked between her and his brother.
Matt grunted as he pulled her cunt back onto his cock while fucking into her, her moans drowning out into the soft bed. “Took your time.” He murmured, his voice flat and unimpressed. Chris hummed, leaning off the wall as he stalked toward the bed. “Sounds like you’re complaining, did you not have your fun?” Matt just scoffed, hearing her soft cry as his palm made contact with her ass.
“Mm－hmm.”
They always did this. Dragged on a casual conversation while one of them fucked her－and it made her feral. It was like she wasn’t even good enough to acknowledge, let alone include. “－and you guys finished?” Matt gritted out, a rough hand sliding down her back, inward－curling around stomach, before his two fingers began to swirl around her clit furiously－making her scream out.
“Yes－because apparently someone had to study.”
Matt just shook his head while chuckling, breathless as he felt her walls squeeze around him at Chris’s statement. “Oh, I was.” Y/n shuddered, her gut fluttering as she suddenly felt two hot－daggering gazes on her. Chris felt the corner of his mouth lift into something that wasn’t quite a smile－seeing as her thighs trembled. “Yeah?” He tossed his phone onto the bed, tipping his head over at the mess of a girl. “What’d you do to her?”
Matt scoffed. “What makes you think I did something?” He muttered, tightening his hands around her hips while pulling out slowly－making her whine. “She wanted this.” Matt patted her hip with a small ‘hm?’ The girl felt her body tremble as Chris rounded the bed, whimpering as he placed his large hand on the edge of the bed. “Oh?” Kneeling down in front of her, he met her eyes. Or tried to. “Is that true baby?”
Her eyes were hazy and unfocused－blinking over and over to try to form a coherent response, but failed embarrassingly. Matt patted her hip. “She’s a little out of it right now, so she’s not really making much sense. hm?” A moan tore from her lips as he slammed into her, jerking her body as she felt his cock twitch inside of her cunt.
Chris lowered his eyes back onto her, watching as her body trembled and fought to stay up as Matt fucked her with zero mercy. He watched as drool pooled onto the mattress, her expression so dumb－so pitiful. “You’re fucking her pretty hard.” He muttered, running a hand across his jaw as his lips twitched in amusement.
Matt grunted, feeling her walls clenching around his cock. “That’s kinda the point.” Again. Matt groaned as his cock was being suctioned around the girl’s wet cunt－not letting up as he slid out. “Fuck－you’re suffocating me here, baby.” Throwing his head back with a pained whimper as she pushed her ass back onto him.
“Can’t help it.” She whined.
Chris hummed, feeling the girl shiver under his touched as he ran a hand over her lower back. “You just gotta－be a little nicer, Matt.” Matt and Chris met eyes, the elder brother catching the teasing glint in the younger one’s eyes. Sadist. Matt huffed out a sound of amusement, nodding a bit. “Yeah?” Gripping her hips tighter, he took his advice.
Nicer.
A abrupt moan－overlapping a shriek bubbled from her throat as Matt picked up pace, pounding into her ruthlessly－the tip of his aching cock slamming against her cervix in a painful thrust. “F－fuck!” She sobbed, fisting the sheets as he never let up.
Chris chuckled softly after the small exchange, walking back over to the mess of a girl－kneeling back down in front of her. He continued to just watch her, silently. Eyes roaming her face and body as her cunt got abused, dumb moans and whines emitting her raw lips. “He’s being mean, huh?” Looking unaffected－just smug and bored.
The girl wanted to sob－already knowing what they were doing. They’d tease her, play with her－a good game of good cop, bad cop, until she was on the brink of falling apart. And it was a game she never won. Chris waited patiently for her answer, seeing her physically trying to piece the words together.
“Mean?” Matt drawled while rolling his hips into her. “She begged for this, you should’ve fuckin’ heard her.” He uttered, teeth gritting together as he replayed the scene in head. “Even after I let her grind against my thigh －She threw a fit until I fucked her.”
Chris cooed while reaching out to run a hand down her hair, making her lean into him with a whimper. “Such a pathetic little thing －of course she’s gonna beg to be fucked.” A small sob bubbled from her lips－eyes fluttering as he continued to run his long fingers through her hair. “He’s being mean, I know.” His soothing voice making her feel secure, but she knew it was all apart of his game.
He looked like Matt in some ways—same sharp jawline, same deep-set eyes—but where Matt carried a brooding edge, Chris was deceptive in his softness. The way his baggy jeans hung low on his hips, the simple black tee stretched over his broad shoulders, the way the silver rings on his fingers glinted under the low light—it all played into the illusion. Like he was the gentler one. The sweeter one.
But she knew better.
“It’s because you spoil her that she’s like this.” Chris mumbled gently to Matt, yet his eyes never faltered from hers. The corners of his lips twitching as his brother snapped his hips forward －making her cry out. Who was really the meaner one? Matt was the one doing it－but Chris was enjoying seeing her struggle.
“Mm? Are you saying I shouldn’t fuck her?”
Chris playfully jutted his bottom lip out, wiping away a stray tear from the corner of her eye. “I didn’t say that,” it’s so much. “She begged so nicely, didn’t she?” Matt hummed, making Chris huff out a small sound of acknowledgment. “of course you should fuck her .. but,” dropping his hand next to her head, the girl whining at the loss of his touch. “You let her cum every time. She just expects now, huh?”
Her nose crinkled as she felt her gut clench, knowing she’d cum any second now－whether she had permission from them or not. She moaned breathily, trying to nudge her head back into Chris’s hand－making his lips twitch up, before he began to pet her head again. “We have to say no sometimes, hm?” He looked at his little girl, her wide eyes so innocent－and unaware. “If we let her cum every time, she’ll expect it.”
All of a sudden his words sat in, small rushed whines blowing from her lips as she pushed her head into his thigh. “No－no, please－” she sobbed out, whimpering as Matt swatted her ass. “See? She thinks begging can get her her way every time.” Chris hushed her softly, tutting while running his fingers through her hair. “Don’t cry－you can cum this time baby.” Grunting as he felt her nails dig into his pant leg－he knew he was being an ass.
It was so easy to when she was this worked up. “It’d be mean of me to say no, wouldn’t it?” He’s so deep. Matt watched the interaction between the two with a hooded gaze, cursing as he felt himself at the brink of cumming into her hot－soaked, cunt.
He puffed out a sound of amusement. “And you called me mean.” I’m gonna cum. The sound of skin slapping together echoed in the air, along with the desperate moans muffled into the mattress from the girl.
“Please.”
Chris rolled his gaze down to her, a lazy smirk on his lips. “I don’t think she even knows what she’s begging for Matt.” Matt hummed, hearing her sopping walls squelch around his length－the more he fucked into her the more her thighs began to twitch in sensitivity. “Doesn’t she sound so cute when she begs though?” He teased, pressing a hand on her back as Chris began to undo his belt.
“Hm.” Chris hummed, pushing himself up, the mattress dipping slightly as he sat on the edge. His fingers moved with deliberate slowness to his belt, the subtle clink of metal breaking the quiet. She stilled－her fingers curled into the sheets, and she turned her head just enough to glance back at him. Her lips parted slightly, breath hitching as she took in the sight of him: the way his hands moved with purpose, the way his jaw tightened in quiet restraint. “Ah,” Chris murmured, dragging his thumb along the outline of her bottom lip.
“Open up baby.”
She swallowed, her pulse a steady drum against her ribs. “Chris…” she murmured, voice barely above a whisper, but thick with expectation. Matt chuckled at the girl’s body’s reaction as Chris pulled his hard length from his jeans－tipping her chin up with his free hand. “Stick your tongue out－no－don’t talk. Just listen to my words－” Matt drowned out the interaction between them－too close to his own release to focus on anything but.
Fuck. He whined to himself. She was so warm, and wet－so fucking wet. Even as he stretched her with his cock he could still feel how tight she was, the way her walls tightened and released around his length over and over. Her whines－her moans－her everything. It all brought him closer to her milking him of everything his cock had.
“Good girl－fuck.” Matt was broke out of his own head at the sound of a thick, choking sound followed by a sharp gasp for air. “Thasssss’ a good baby.” Tears were brimming at her eyes as Chris pushed her head down－drool dripping down her chin as she swallowed around his cock.
She heaved and choked－gagging around his thick cock, tears dripping as her body kept jerking forward when Matt slammed into her. “F－fuck,” his moans became more whiny, thrusts sloppier－at the edge of his release. “M’gonna cum－fuck, baby, you’re gonna make me cum.” Matt whimpered, pulling her pussy back on his cock with one final thrust, before he was releasing ropes upon ropes of his cum into her hot cunt.
Her walls tightened around him whilst her gut clenched－gagging around his brothers length as she moaned. Her orgasm hit her like a brick－ the girl’s entire body trembled as she soaked his aching cock with her release. “Ah!－m’sorry－I’m sorry!” She sobbed out, as her thighs shook.
Chris lifted her head with his hand, tutting as his tip rested against her chin. “Shhh－it’s okay. You’re okay.” He ran his thumb over her chin, her lips－smearing both her drool and pre-cum across her pouted mouth.
“Stick your tongue out for me, sweetheart,” he murmured, voice low, coaxing.
Her breath caught, but she obeyed, parting her lips and letting her tongue peek out just enough to tempt him. A slow, satisfied smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth as he lifted a hand, his large fingers tilting her chin up before his thumb traced along the plush curve of her bottom lip. “Mmm－isn’t she a good girl, Matt?” His touch was slow, deliberate, the pad of his thumb dragging gently across her tongue. The sensation sent a shiver down her spine—soft yet firm, teasing, completely in control.
“A veeery－good fuckin’ girl.” He grunted, a whimpering mewl eliciting her lips as Matt rocked his hips forward a few times. “A good girl who’s gonna take every fucking drop of my cum.” His cock fucked both his and her’s cum into her dripping hole, a wet slapping around hitting their ears.
“Yes.” She moaned at his words－wanting nothing more than to be filled by his release, his cock to stay put inside of her as she succumbed to her exhaustion.
Chris lingered, pressing his thumb down just slightly before pulling away, his eyes never leaving hers. “You like that?” he murmured, the mockery slipping effortlessly from his lips. But there was something knowing in his smirk—like he was already thinking about what else he could make her do.
The room was thick with heat, the weight of their attention pressing down on her like a force of gravity. Matt’s large hands skimmed down her sides, slow and deliberate, while his grip remained firm, grounding her between them. It was too much—too overwhelming, too intoxicating—and yet she didn’t want it to end.
But they had other plans.
Chris hummed, his fingers brushing over her pulse point, feeling the rapid flutter beneath his touch. “You did so good for us, sweetheart,” he murmured, the praise melting into her skin. “But I think that’s enough for now.” Watching as her chest heaved, her skin dewy and pink from being so worked up.
Matt, still behind her, exhaled a quiet chuckle, his hand giving her thigh one last squeeze before he leaned back, looking entirely satisfied. “You’ll take what we give you,” he said, his voice a low, steady command. “And you’ll wait until we say you can have more.”
Her breath stuttered, her entire body still trembling, but she knew better than to argue.
Chris smirked, leaning in just enough that his lips ghosted over her ear. “We’ll be nice and let you rest,” he whispered, voice dripping with amusement.
“For now.”
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ㅤㅤㅤ( 📄 ) now presenting . . . ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤCOWORKER!MATT HEADCANONS
( 📁 ) coworker!matt . . . who always walks into the office a little early, cup of black coffee in hand. not starbucks or any other chain company, he’s loyal to the artsy, organic cafe down the street.
( 📁 ) coworker!matt . . . who gives nods of greeting to everyone but you. you get a quiet ‘good morning,’ paired with a shy smile everyday.
( 📁 ) coworker!matt . . . who sits at the back of the conference room during meetings. does’t speak much, but when he does, everybody listens.
( 📁 ) coworker!matt . . . who’s desk is beside the window, and people watches instead of doing his work.
( 📁 ) coworker!matt . . . who always smells so good and clean, and looks all neat and put together. little does anyone know—he wants to be fucked until he’s dumb and drooling.
( 📁 ) coworker!matt . . . who will do anything you ask, without hesitation or questions, because he just wants to please.
( 📁 ) coworker!matt . . . who, subconsciously, finds any excuse to visit your desk and hand you something so you two can brush fingers.
( 📁 ) coworker!matt . . . who almost passed out when you kissed him on the cheek for the first time in thanks for carrying a box for you.
( 📁 ) coworker!matt . . . who gets nervous at work events, worried that you’ll bring a boyfriend you’ve never mentioned before—and lets out a relieved breath when you arrive alone.
( 📁 ) coworker!matt . . . who secretly loves when you’re a bit taller than him and looking down at him when wearing certain heels.
( 📁 ) coworker!matt . . . who loses his focus on whatever he’s doing whenever you bend over to file something.
( 📁 ) coworker!matt . . . who can’t help but let his gaze wander to your chest, whether you’re standing right in front of him or across the office, mouth drying at the sight of your red lace bra bleeding through the fabric of your top.
( 📁 ) coworker!matt . . . who, very shamefully, has to jerk off in the men’s washroom whenever he gets a hard on at the office.
( 📁 ) coworker!matt . . . who’s always thinking about you—while making himself breakfast on the weekends, in the shower, typing boring reports for work, before falling asleep. always.
( 📁 ) coworker!matt . . . who’s completely in love with you, but way too scared to act on it.
authors note. not much to say other than, i had fun writing this and hope everybody enjoys ༉‧₊˚. tags. @bluestriips , lemme know if you wanna be added ✰.ᐟ
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