𝒊𝒏 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒄𝒉.. chris is in danger of being kicked off his college lacrosse team, and he looks to y/n for tutoring. he doesn’t find it fair that he gets to party so much while she’s always studying, and decides to take her out one night to a frat
smut, p in v, use of y/n, back shots, unprotected sex, dumbification kink, dirty talk, mentions of alcohol, drunk sex, mentions of vaping, frat bro!chris, college au
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“what?” chris’s eyes go wide as he sits across from his school advisor, her rectangular frames perched low on her nose as she peers over at him over the lenses.
“as i just said, mr. sturniolo, your grades a poor, and if you can’t get them up by the end of the month i’m afraid you will lose your place on the lacrosse team.” the woman replied cooly, diverting her attention back to her computer where she had the boy’s transcript pulled up.
“a C+ in american history and psych, C in journalism, C- in math..” she began to list off, “you need to have at least a B average by the end of the semester to keep your scholarship, you know that right?”
“yes ma’am,” chris mumbled, his gaze falling to his pair of dirty air forces he wore on his feet. chris loved boston university. he’s had his eyes on it since he was a kid, his dad taking him and his brothers to their first game when they were younger. chris got to meet one of the players after the game, having him sign the boston university baseball cap that was too big for his seven year old head. he still had the hat, he brought it to every future lacrosse game and tournament after that because he deemed it to be good luck. he was pulled up to varsity as a freshman in high school, practically mopping the floor with everyone else, making them all look like amateurs. he’ll never forget the day in his junior year when he came home, an envelope sitting on the kitchen counter with his name on it from the head lacrosse coach at boston university. he said he’d seen chris play and wanted to invite him to their winter scouting sessions. after the week he’d spent there over break, he made the commitment to play there after high school.
now here he was, his first semester of sophomore year. the first year was a piece of cake for him, taking all introductory classes where you could practically sleep the whole time and still pass with flying colors. he even pledged to a frat, wanting to grow closer with his teammates and other kids on his floor. even though he was still younger, the older kids let chris and a couple other freshman and sophomores stay in the frat house with them. he’d grown quite popular on campus, too, having acclaimed the nickname “kissing chris” for his tendency to frequently hook up with nearly every girl on campus. he wasn’t sure if it was the frat or the lacrosse team, or both, but he had quickly made a name for himself by the end of the third week of his first year. he’d gotten with at least one girl from every single one of his classes, and even more at house parties. he wasn’t a commitment type of guy, he just liked to hook up and move on to the next one. his frat brothers and teammates all loved him like they were blood-related, and now he was in danger of losing them.
“mr. sturniolo?” the nasally voice broke him from his thoughts.
“yeah, sorry,” he replied, “what did you say again?”
“i said we offer peer tutoring here at boston university. i can give you a flyer if you would like, i think you could really benefit from it.” she told him, swiveling in her chair to look at the boy once more. she took her glasses off her face, placing them on the desk as she leaned forward. “i understand you may think attending a big school on a sports scholarship is all fun and games, but you are here to learn, not to just party and goof off with your friends.”
chris nodded, the advisor beginning to sound like his mother. “yes ma’am.”
she sighed, reaching in her desk to pull out a blue sheet of paper, handing it to chris.
“look into tutoring, chris, it looks like it’s your best shot at staying on your team.”
he forced a smile and nodded, taking the paper and grabbing his backpack, leaving her office. he made his way out of the building, heading to his bio class as he read the flyer.
peer tutoring offered monday-friday everyday in the campus library. see circulation desk for more information and questions.
“fuck,” he muttered. he felt a new low having to have another student teach him. he scoffed, stuffing the paper into his backpack to swap it out for his pineapple flavored vape, taking a long hit before entering the science building.
“it’s such bull,” chris told his friend, william, as he chucked the yellow rubber ball to his teammate on the other side of the room from his white-mesh stick. he was currently in his frat house, passing a ball back in forth in the living room before practice. will was his roommate his freshman year, the both of them being offered a spot in the house as opposed to the dormitory halls last spring.
“i agree, man,” will told his friend, doing a quick stick trick before passing the ball back to chris.
“like, i came here to play, who the fuck cares if i had a C in my sophomore psych class*?”* he asked, will just shaking his head in response.
“so what are you gonna do?” he asked.
chris sighed, taking his hat off quick and running a hand through his hair. “i don’t know dude, like i don’t wanna be kicked off the team but i really think i need a tutor.”
“i’ll tutor you,” will laughed, half-joking as chris passed the ball back to him, the ball effortlessly moving between the two boys sticks, almost as if there were a string attached to the top and someone was manipulating it.
“yeah fucking right.” chris scoffed.
the both of them laughed together, continuing throw and catch the lacrosse ball, soon getting ready to head down to the turf for practice. chris liked late afternoon practices, the hot sun of the boston daytime finally beginning to go down, cooling the air around them. chris’s favorite part about his school’s location was the river that sat next to it, making the sunset so much prettier every night. as he walked to the stadium, he tried to really remember why he was here. he thought back to all the early before school practices he had in high school, his brother matt practically dragging chris out of bed so they didn’t have to run a mile for being late. he remembered all the weekends he spent at tournaments with his parents at tournaments, the excitement he felt getting ready at the hotels before playing all day. he dug around in his bag, pulling out his old beat up and tattered signed boston university hat, placing it gently on his head and he jogged to meet up with his teammates walking ahead of him.
when they arrived at the field, chris informed all his friends about his situation, most of them advising to just swallow his pride and just do the tutoring. he sighed, knowing they were probably right. so the next day he found himself at the library, getting himself set up with a tutor.
chris was leaving his final class of the day, reluctantly making his way to the library. he kept his head tucked down, praying he didn’t bump into anyone he knew. he couldn’t help but feel embarrassed that not only he was about to get kicked off the lacrosse team, but that he needed a tutor for god’s sake. he sighed, heading to the tables in the back reserved for peer tutoring. it was mostly vacant, except for the table in the way back, where you were currently sat. your nose was stuck in a textbook, being slightly startled when chris approached you.
“this is where i’m supposed to be for tutoring, right?” the brunette boy asked, taking his hat off and running a hand through his hair. you looked up and nodded, flashing him a smile. he took the seat next to you, tossing his mostly-empty book bag on the table as he stuck his hand out to you. “i’m chris.”
“y/n.” you replied, taking his hand in yours and shaking it. “sorry about the mess, i was trying to get a head start on my calculous homework.” you apologized, organized the scattered papers and books that were sprawled out in front of you.
“you’re good,” chris chuckled, reaching into his bag to pull out his notebook and laptop, empty chip bags and receipts coming out as well, “i usually do my homework outside the classroom the day it’s due.”
“you do?” you asked, nearly dumfounded, although you shouldn’t have been so surprised. you’d seen his transcript, the tutor advisors making it a point to get you working with him. “my assignments take me days.”
“what’s your major?” chris asked.
“biomedical engineering. you?” you replied, a small quirk of the lips appearing on your face. you prided yourself in your academics. from a young age, you knew you loved learning. holidays and birthdays were always filled with books, at-home science kits, math practice books. sure, it was nerdy, but you liked it. and you were good. really really good.
“finance,” he told you, “but i mostly came here to play lacrosse.”
“very cool.” you hummed, moving your papers off to the side so you could face him. “so, where would you like to start? i talked a little with your advisor, she told me you needed help with most of your classes.”
“yeah, i do.” chris laughed, feeling slightly embarrassed. school was never his forte, but he figured his athleticism would carry him through school. and it did, chris barely passed high school but he passed anyway (thanks to his brothers begging the principal to let them graduate together) and made it to living out his division 1 lacrosse dreams. and that was all about to be taken away in a month if he couldn’t pull his shit together. “i don’t really care.”
“okay well let’s start with the easy classes first. it gets it out of the way and makes you feel rewarded once you’re done when you’ve barely done any work.” you rambled, grabbing your five-subject divided notebook, flipping to a fresh page, beginning to write out notes to help him go back to.
chris smiled, watching as you began explaining the psychology lecture, claiming you took that class your first year. he’s pretty sure he’d seen you around campus before, always with your head down working on an assignment. the longer he looked, he realized you were in his math class. he didn’t even realize he was taking calculus this semester. you were always sat in the first row of the lecture hall, your hair tucked into a neat low ponytail with loose curls. your outfits were always put together, sporting plaid mini skirts with an oversized sweater. right now, you had on a large boston university crewneck, the neck cut so it sat nicely on your shoulders, matched with a pair of loose grey sweats, your hair clipped back messily. chris was mesmerized by how easily the topic came to you, explaining it like it was second nature.
“chris.” your voice broke him away from his thoughts. he shook his head rubbing his eyes.
“sorry, what’d you say again?”
“i asked if you started the assignment for the class yet,” you smiled, leaning over him slightly to point at his laptop, “it says it’s due friday. you should start it today so by then you’re not stressing over it, you have a lot of work you need to do.”
“oh, uh, yeah, i’ll get on that.” he muttered, scribbling down in his notebook the due date and the assignment name underneath his to do list you suggested he make. you hummed, continuing to go over the topic with chris as he tried his best to understand. after what felt like only twenty minutes to you, you noticed chris was nodding off and paying less and less attention.
“do you wanna take a break?” you suggested, seeing the time on your phone read 6:30, meaning you’d been working for nearly two hours. you’d gotten so wrapped up in the work you hadn’t realized how late it’d gotten. he nodded, pulling his backpack in front of his face, laying his head down on it as a makeshift pillow “tired?” you giggled.
“i’ve never done this much school work at one time in my life.” chris mumbled into his arms.
you laughed, making chris smile. “you’re doing great though. we can stop soon if you want.”
“nah, it’s cool, i just need a little break then i’ll be back on it.” he said, reaching into his backpack, slightly pulling out his vape to take a hit. you examined his actions, your eyes going wide. he noticed, pulling it out all the way to hand over to you. “want a hit? it’s pineapple.”
“no, i’m okay, thank you.” you said, your cheeks turning red.
chris chuckled, taking another hit before putting it back into the front pocket of his book bag. he leaned back against the chair, arms sat on his stomach as he legs spread slightly. “not into it?”
“i mean, i’ve tried it before, my friend’s at some party last year, but it was really gross.” you explained, your hands flailing around as you spoke.
“you go to frat parties?” chris asked, his jaw nearly on the ground in awe. “i feel like i can’t imagine that at all.”
“well, no, not frat parties, but last year i went to a couple house parties, well not even parties, they were more like get-togethers, that this boy in my chem class threw.” you rambled.
“y/n,” chris deadpanned, “you mean to tell me you’ve never been to a real college party before?”
you shook your head no in embarrassment. you knew who chris was, but you never really knew him. but from what the girls on your floor giggled about, you knew he was a big party-goer with an even bigger body count. it seemed like everywhere you went on campus, you always heard a group of girls talking about how they, or someone they knew, hooked up with chris at a party from the previous weekend. you weren’t really the type to hook up, maybe just a couple tipsy kisses shared with boys in your group. but you couldn’t help but feel curious to know if chris was really as good as everyone claimed him to be.
“we need to change this,” he said, “i can’t let my tutor not get the full college experience.”
you smiled at his words, shaking your head, “chris, really, it’s okay.”
“nope,” he said, the “p” sound popping, “my frat house is throwing a party this friday, i’ll come pick you up at 8.”
you sighed, deciding not to argue with him over this. besides, you really could use a party. you were caught up on all your work and figured you could take a break. plus, you weren’t complaining about seeing chris outside of your upcoming tutoring schedules. “sounds like a plan.” chris cheered, pulling you in for a side hug eagerly. “it won’t disappoint, i swear.”
just like he promised, chris was in your common room at eight o’clock, chatting up your suite mates while you were finishing up your final touches to your make up, getting ready to head to chris’ frat house. you backed away from the mirror, taking in your full outfit. instead of your normal rory gilmore-esque **skirts, you opted for a black leather mini skirt, and a red corset styled top, your hair in a neat slick back ponytail. you put your lip liner into your small purse, taking one last glance before heading out to meet chris.
everyone’s eyes fell to you as you entered the common room, your cheeks turning red as your roommate, ayla, gushed. “y/n, you look sooooo good.”
you smiled, giving a small twirl to show off the whole outfit, chris’ gaze immediately falling to your ass. he would be lying right now if he said he wasn’t turned on. “ready?” he asked, standing up from the couch that was decorated in nerdy science-y throw pillows (all of your roommates were stem majors, the four of you instantly clicking).
you nodded, giving the girls all hugs before you left, your friend tiffany whispering in your ear, “try and get with chris tonight, he’s totally checking you out.”
you pushed her shoulder, rolling your eyes. “okay.”
“i’m serious y/n,” she whined as your trailed behind chris, him holding the door open for you (probably just to look at your ass) while you left. “have fun!” the girls all called.
the both of you made your way across campus from your dorm to chris’ house, mindlessly chatting about nonsense on the way there.
“i just, like, don’t understand the whole point of proofs, how am i supposed to prove it’s a triangle? fucking look at it!” chris exclaimed, his hands moving with him as he talked, you giggling up at him.
“i know geometry is stupid.” you agreed, your eyes studying chris’ feature while he looked back at you.
you typically weren’t the one to really care about frat guys, you came to school to study and get a career, but you couldn’t help the funny feeling in your stomach when chris look at you. tonight he wore a blue polo shirt, matched with a pair of khaki shorts that were just the right amount of length to show off his thigh tattoo (a scorpion, he’d gone with his brothers on their 18th birthday), and his signature backwards red sox hat.
“y/n, what are you looking at?” chris teased, turning his head again to face forward. “if i didn’t know any better i’d think little-miss-book-smart has a staring problem.”
“i do not,” you fake gasped, bringing your hand to your chest and pretending to be upset, “i was just looking at you and wondering how you’re still enrolled in the school.”
chris laughed, nudging your side. “that was a low blow.”
you laughed too, your body on fire at the slightest touch from chris. you nudged him back a little too hard, causing him to stumble, you two erupting into a fit of giggles.
the both of you continued your flirtatious banter all the way to the house, your nerves suddenly skyrocketing when you arrived. the house was already crowded, kids scattered all across the lawn, plastic cups accompanied in their hands while they all socialized. the ground was practically shaking from the music blaring inside the house, different colored lights being seen through the windows.
“i promise it isn’t as scary as it looks,” chris told you, sensing your apprehensions. “just stick with me, you’ll have fun.”
you nodded, following him inside the packed out house. teenage bodies filled the space, all standing crowded together, the music become ten times louder. from what you were able to see, there was no furniture, except for a couch moved against the wall, and two folding tables. one hosted an array of alcohol, sodas, and cups, the other was occupied by a group of people playing various drinking games. you felt chris move behind you to guide you through the house, keeping his hand on your waist and your back flushed against his front. you felt his hot breath against your neck as he leaned down to ask if you wanted a drink, your cheeks heating up. you nodded while he smirked, bringing you over to the table.
“you drink a lot?” chris asked, his hand staying at the small of your back while he surveyed the various types of alcohol, contemplating how to start off the night.
“not really,” you admitted, “i think i’ve been to the bars maybe twice since i’ve been here.”
chris’ jaw hung agape as he looked down at you. “that’s changing tonight,” he decided, “what do you want?”
“surprise me.” you smiled, slightly flirting, your head cocking to the side as your eyes wandered all over chris’ face. he smirked, getting to work pouring different liquids into a red solo cup for you, trying to perfect your drink. you watched in amusement as his slender fingers wrapped around each bottle, wondering what they would feel like on the inside of your thighs. you shook your head, trying to rid yourself of the thought. you were naïve to think chris actually wanted you, even though he had the reputation of the campus slut. you didn’t typically catch guys’ attention, not that you entertained it anyway, but a small part of you was praying you’d get some action with chris tonight.
“here you go,” chris’ voice broke you out of your dazed thoughts, “it’s my signature drink.”
“what is it?” you wondered aloud, peering down into the cup, bringing it to your lips and tilting your head back.
“jack daniels and cherry pepsi,” he told you proudly, bringing his cup to yours, “cheers.”
you both clinked the plastic cups together, each taking a large swig. looking back at one another, the two of you giggled, each of you finishing the drink in a few more sips.
you’d been at the party for about an hour now, and you were already gone. you were barely able to taste the alcohol in your drink, having chris make you another one within the first ten minutes of you guys being there. chris was shocked at how easily you downed your drinks, keeping up with your pace as he was also on his sixth drink of the night. you were both currently on your second round of beer pong, chris dragging you over to play after one of his frat brothers had suggested you two verse him. to chris’ shock again, you were surprisingly doing amazing, and if he hadn’t known any better, he would’ve thought you were partying every weekend. you were practically carrying the two of them, managing to make nearly every shot. if you didn’t make a shot, you were missing it by barely an inch, and that was from the alcohol coursing through your veins.
“are you sure you’ve never played cup pong before?” chris giggled into your ear, the alcohol beginning to loosen him up as well. his hand found home to your hip that was opposite him, pulling you closer to him as you tossed the ball forward, landing it in the other side’s cups.
“it’s all about getting your arm at the right angles.” you smiled up at him matter-of-factly, the space between you dangerously close. chris smirked, positioning himself to be upright to take the shot, still holding on to you as the white ball splashed into the cup, causing his friends to groan as they picked up the red solo cups, downing it’s contents.
“i can show you all the right angles later.” he murmured through a smile, bringing his cup to hips lips and taking a sip all while keeping his eye contact with you.
your face turned a deep red as he just laughed. you knew he was a flirt, and his comment shouldn’t have affected you that much, but you couldn’t help but clench your thighs together at the thought of chris fucking you. “what makes you think i give it up that easy?” you replied back slyly, trying to keep you cool.
“for starters,” he whispered into you ear, “you haven’t been subtle about your eye-fucking all night.” his hand now sat dangerously low on your hip, pulling you closer to him. “and second, i know if i put my hand between your legs right now you’ll be dripping.”
fulfilling his words, his hand dipped down to your inner thigh beneath your skirt, his fingers pressed against your panties. you shuddered at the contact, his silver bracelet cool against your burning skin. “see?” he said, slowly rubbing you through your panties, “knew you’d be fuckin’ soaked for me.”
“chris,” you started slowly, your face now inches from his.
“say the words, ma, and i’m all yours.” he smirked, holding eye contact, his hands not stopping.
“i want you to fuck me.” you breathed.
his smirk turned to a grin, tugging you by the wrist towards the steps, heading for his room. his spot at the pong table was instantly replaced, another drunk couple taking their places. you dodged your way through the teenage bodies crowing the hallways, staying close behind chris as he guided you up into his room. he swiftly opened a door, silently praying no one was in his room already. much too his delight, the room was exactly how he’d left it earlier, and he pulled you inside, instantly pinning you against the door, peering down at you with that cheshire cat grin. “hi,” he smiled at you, before ducking his head down to capture your lips in a messy kiss.
your arms instantly were around his neck, your head tilting to the side to deepen the kiss. chris grinned at your eagerness, parting your lips open with his tongue as he explored the inside of your mouth. you moaned at the feeling of his tongue swirling around yours, slightly pushing him back towards the bed. he took the hint, spinning you both around as he ushered you both to the bed, your lips never parting once. he pushed you down and your back hit the bed, chris crawling on top of you as he brought his lips to your neck, beginning to suck a bruise into your skin. your hands threaded their way to the back of his head, accidentally knocking his cap off as your nails scratched at his curls. “chris,” you moaned quietly, your legs wrapping around his waist in a means to feel him against you.
“i know,” he mumbled in between kisses to your neck, gently nipping at your collarbone, “gon’ make you feel amazing i swear.”
you moaned again, feeling chris’ tongue dart against your smooth skin, licking his way down to the valley of your breasts. he began to kiss and suck at the exposed skin, reaching behind you to undo your top, pulling it off and throwing it behind him. he pulled back, admiring your bare chest as he looked down at you with pure lust in his eyes. “so fuckin’ gorgeous,” he muttered, leaning down to take your nipple into his mouth. his tongue swirled around the sensitive bud, flicking it back and forth as he sucked on your tit. the other hand had moved from your stomach to your other boob, grabbing and squeezing the flesh. you gasped, arching your back up into chris.
he chuckled, pulling off and giving the same treatment to your other tit. his right hand stayed groping, the other slipping down between your bodies to toy with your skirt. you moaned, watching as chris grinned up at you, pulling off your boob slightly as he flicked your nipple once more with his tongue. “so needy for me,” he smirked, leaning up to pull your skirt down, revealing your soaked panties, “who would’ve thought miss smarty-pants wants to get fucked dumb?” he teased.
“chris,” you whined unable to string your thoughts together, your hips involuntary bucking up, desperate for some friction as his hand grabbed the skin of your thigh roughly. “need you bad.”
“yeah, yeah, i know,” he chuckled cockily, flipping you over by the hips and pulling your ass up. he sat up on his knees, tugging his shorts and boxers off, leaving his bare bottom half exposed. his hand smoothed over the skin of your ass, raising up and delivering a hard smack to your cheek. “got a nice fuckin’ ass on you, ma.” he muttered, beginning to pump himself with he free hand as a spanked you again. you moaned out at the sensation, burying your head further into the mattress beneath you.
“please,” you whimpered, slightly leaning back against chris’ torso.
“i like hearing you beg,” chris grinned from behind you, both of his hands now on your hips as he guided himself to be aligned with your entrance. you whined at his words, a low moan slipping from your mouth as you felt him slide in. “fuck,” he grunted, “so fuckin’ tight for me.”
he began pumping in and out of you, his hips snapping forward to meet yours as groans fell from his plump lips. his hands gripped your hips tightly, probably leaving bruises for you to discover tomorrow morning. the bottom of chris’ polo was tucked into his teeth, his eyes burning into your back as he slammed into you. “you like this shit?” he mumbled, the fabric causing his voice to be muffled, “you like getting fucked by the person you tutor?”
“mhmm,” you whined out, your brain turning to mush as chris repeatedly hit your g spot over and over again.
“don’t look so smart now, huh y/n?” he teased, his head thrown back as your pussy clenched around him, his shirt falling down. he quickly took one hand off your hip, tugging his shirt off without ever slowing his actions, his hand now pressing to the small of your back, causing it to arch. “you look pretty fuckin’ dumb drooling all over my sheets like that.”
you moaned again, nodding your head as your hands grasped onto the sheets below you, trying to ground yourself.
“what’s making you act all stupid, ma?” chris groaned, bringing a hand down to tease your clit as he kept on pounding into you.
“y-your cock,” you hiccuped, feeling your stomach begin to tingle as chris began rubbing his thumb against your clit.
“smart girl,” he praised teasingly, leaning down you pepper kisses and small bites to your shoulder. “you like bein’ a dumb slut for my cock?” he mumbled into your skin, slamming into you at a deeper angle.
you moaned out an mhm, unable to think straight as you felt your orgasm approaching, the only thing in your head right now as the feeling of chris stretching out your tight walls. “i’m close.” you managed to mutter.
chris chuckled, leaning up again, his thumb moving expeditiously against your clit. “mhm yeah?” he replied mockingly, imitating your moans. “it’s that fucking good? so good you can barely talk? gonna cum already?”
“please chris,” you whined out, “needa cum so bad.”
a dark grin appeared over chris’ face, realizing the power he held over you. “yeah? the poor girl dumb off my cock wants to cum?”
“yes,” you gasped, your grip on the sheets tightening as chris had you dangling at the edge of your release.
“spell mischievous,” he chuckled from behind you, keeping his pace steady.
“what?” you cried out, your mind dazed.
“you’re a smart girl, aren’t you? spell for me.”
“can’t,” you whined, the tightness in your tummy about to burst at any second.
“then you’re not cumming,” chris replied cooly, a douchey grin appearing on his lips, “i’m finishing either way.”
you cried out a no, trying to regain yourself as you began spelling out the word. “m, i, s,” you began, hearing chris laughing from behind you. he had you seconds away from your orgasm, making you spell, and he was laughing.
“i’m just fucking with you,” he half moaned, half laughed, “cum for me, ma.”
you yelped out, the music blaring through the house covering up your moan. your vision blurred as you came all over chris, him continuing to fuck you through your orgasm as he pulled out, cumming all over your backside, hissing out a long “fuuuck.” he collapsed down on top of you, gently toying with your ponytail as you both tried to steady your breathing.
he peeled yourself himself off the bed, looking down at you and smiling.
“you okay?” he rasped, a lopsided smirk appearing on his face. you nodded, thanking him as he handed you your top back from off of his floor. “if you told me a week ago i fucked my tutor i probably would’ve laughed at you.” he smiled, standing up to gather his clothes and began redressing himself.
“same here,” you replied back, pulling your panties and skirt back up, “if you told me a week ago i’d be at a frat i would’ve laughed at you.”
you both chuckled, remaining quiet for a moment before chris spoke up.
“i, uh, i had a good time tonight, y/n.” he said, scratching the back of his neck nervously. you looked up at him from the end of his bed, giving him a slightly puzzled look. he began rambling. “not just the sex, i mean, that was cool, but i-”
“chirs,” you laughed, “i did too. i’m glad you got me to go out.” you both shared sincere smiles with one another, before chris reached his hand out to help pull you off the bed. you were standing nearly pressed against his chest, looking up at him with a sweet smile on your face.
he returned the smile, before asking nervously, “can i kiss you?”
you nodded, reaching up to capture his lips in an endearing kiss. not like the ones you shared previously, where it was a hot mess of teeth and tongues, but this one made your chest feel warm and fuzzy. you smiled into the kiss, tiling your head to the side and deepening it, chris’ top lip slotting against your bottom.
he pulled away, a big stupid grin on his face. “you should come see me play sometime.” he told you, his hands wrapping around your waist to pull you in closer.
“yeah, if you don’t get kicked off the team.” you joked, your arms pulling him closer by his neck as you both gently swayed with one another, not ready to go back downstairs just yet.
“i don’t think i will,” he smirked, leaning in close to your lips once more, “my tutor’s pretty great.”
“yeah?” you whispered, your mouth inches from his, “tell me about it.”
he smiled, pressing his lips to yours once more, pulling you close against his body. you both shared the sweet moment, giving each other small kisses back and forth, before you pulled away to drag chris back downstairs.
“come on,” you said, pulling him by the wrist and giggling, “gotta get back to my first frat party.”
𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒓'𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆: y'allllllll you have absolutely no clue how long i've been wanting to post this for. when i tell u i started writing this in APRIL. it is now JULY. finally feeding my chris girls fr. i am so so happy how this came out i'm super super proud of it !!!!! i hope u all like and and thanks for sticking this out i know it's a lot of words. i hope everyone enjoys! love u all to pieces 🤍🤍🤍
𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: after leaving your — now ex — boyfriend hanging, you’re too busy being occupied with something, perhaps someone, while he’s spamming your phone.
𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫’𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: i love how i said i probably won’t be active this week and this is the most active i’ve ever been LMAO
dennis.
you cannot be fucking serious, y/n.
don’t be a bitch.
you can’t just break up with me over text for no reason.
ANSWER YOUR FUCKING PHONE!
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“god.” chris exhales, mouth dangling open as your mouth swallows his cock in one go. his head falls back, eyes shut, and letting out a moan. “fuck.”
you, on the other hand, are on your knees; fully nude in his bathroom. your palms rest on your thighs, slowly bobbing your head. your mouth stretches at his size. it’s like you can feel every vein as your throat morphs into its shape. “suck my cock. just like that.” he breathes heavily. you hum approvingly, the bobs of your head intensifying. “that’s it. good fucking girl.”
dennis is your cheating ass boyfriend who you finally cut ties with moments ago, hence the continuous vibrations of your phone that lays on the bathroom counter. chris holds onto the edge, licking his lips and enjoying the view. he watches as his dick disappears past your lips so smoothly. his stomach is more toned, along with his muscles from panting so hard. brunette strands stick to his forehead from sweating so much. it’s a sight to see, truly.
“fuck.” he says again, this time dragging out the swear. “what a slut. getting over your ex by sucking off another guy.”
whimpering, your actions move more quickly. drool starts to dribble onto your chin, the gulping and gagging retracting off of the walls. it takes everything within chris’s body to not fuck your mouth. he wants to leave it all to you.
face scrunching up in pleasure, he moans loudly as his dick twitches from your warmth. the doe eyes you’re giving him are not helping.
“you’re going to make me cum if you keep looking at me like that,” he says between breaths, cupping your cheek to wipe the tear that fell with his thumb. you keep giving him that look, suckling at his tip that’s leaking with pre-cum. lifting yourself from his throbbing erection to breathe, a string of saliva connects you two before you go back in again.
his lower half starts to rut each time you meet his head. “you’re so fucking hot. shit, i’m about to cum.”
with that, his load shoots down your throat, the rest filling up your cheeks. you moan at how it tastes. he tastes incredible according to you.
instead of answering yet another incoming call, chris picks up your phone and opens the camera. he gets a nice view of your face that’s still stuffed, his unoccupied hand gripping the top of your head to pull you off. “smile for the camera, sweet thing.”
obeying, you smile wide — real wide — mind foggy and eyes hooded when you feel his cum drip down to your chest and onto your tits.
IN WHICH… Killisi-Star, mainly known as Blue Jay, finally returns to Boston after 17 years. As she tries to find her place back in her father’s life and deal with her trauma, she rekindles an old flame from her childhood. Arguments are had, secrets are revealed, and promises are broken.
WARNINGS... NSFW CONTENT AHEAD!!! DRUGS, SEIZURES, MENTIONS OF ADULTS DATING/LIKING CHILDREN (it's not romanticized, I'm basing off of my real life so I would appreciate it if everyone remains respectful).
17 years.
17 years since I was taken away from the chilly state of Massachusetts.
I wasn't taken away as in kidnapped or being abducted. I was taken away by my grandmother who didn't like my living conditions at 5 years old.
My mother, Bonnie, was a cheating drug addict. Of course as a child I didn't really know this. I just knew she would have a man over when my father left for work, and she told me not to tell him about the happy powder or her and the man wrestling in bed. Although she had her personality flaws, she was the most beautiful woman I had known at the time. She had kinky hair, skin that seemed as if it was kissed by the sun, and a tall slim figure. She had warm chocolate eyes and a button nose.
She was beautiful, but her personality and addiction made her ugly.
My brother, Isiah, was also an addict, but he was mostly a pervert. He was 16 at the time talking to middle schoolers. I think the youngest girl he talked to was in 6th grade. It was disgusting, but he didn't care. He would sit in the basement, drink and do drugs with my mother, and stay out really late. Our father hated it and tried to get him to change his ways. Of course a 16-year-old boy wasn't going to listen to their father. Instead of listening, he ran away for a week before coming back.
My father loved him but I think that love was fading with every pill and adolescent girl my brother claimed to love.
My father.
My father, Gerald, was a nice loving man. He had a stable job, took care of his family, and did the best he could. He loved me a lot. He would tuck me in at night, read me bedtime stories, took me and my best friends at the time out on the weekends, and he taught me how to draw! But, when the love came to my mother and brother, I don't think he had any. He was constantly yelling at my mom, constantly arguing with my brother. He started staying late at work, resulting in him not being able to tuck me in and read to me anymore. But he made up for it by sleeping in my room and still taking me and the triplets out on the weekends.
He did his best when it came to me, so neither I nor gammy could fault him at all. No matter how much he said it was his fault.
Gammy.
I remember the day she came.
It was a cold December afternoon on a Sunday. Bonnie had her friend over.
His name was Clyde.
My father didn't know about Clyde, but he did know my mother had a friend who supplied both her and my brother with drugs.
Clyde was a pervert, the reason my mother and brother were drug addicts, And the reason my parents divorced.
I hated him then and I hate him now.
I would always catch him looking at me how Isiah looked at his girlfriends. My father told me that Isiah was wrong for what he was doing, so my mind told me Clyde was wrong as well. It's as if Bonnie knew how he would look at me as well, so when he came over, I was told to go outside and play.
Today was different.
It was cold and the triplets went to their nannas house. I couldn't go outside, So I was stuck coloring while watching the Doodlebops.
Clyde and Bonnie knew this but still decided to sit in the living room and do their drugs.
A couple of hours had gone past of them laughing, kissing, and tweaking out before they bothered me.
"Hey princess come here," Clyde said as he hushed my giggling mother.
I remember cringing at the nickname, every bone in my body running cold. I turned around and looked at him, "Want some of our happy powder?" I shook my head.
"That's grown-up stuff and my daddy said I don't touch grown-up stuff." I had stated sternly.
My father had always told me not to follow after my mother and brother. He said if I did, it would be hard to love me and he wouldn't like the fact he failed me.
I never wanted my father to hate me, so I did the right thing and listened.
"Well, your daddy is a party pooper. Come try it." I shook my head and crossed my arms, "Try some baby, it's fine and I promise your daddy won't know."
My mother was out of her mind.
I shook my head again and she became irritated. She sucked her teeth and stood up from the couch, walked over to me, and yanked me by the hair. I yelled as she dragged me to the coffee table. She leaned down and got in my face,
"When I tell you to do something little girl, you do it! I don't care what your father says!" As she was talking, spit was flying out of her mouth, her once warm chocolate eyes turning pitch black like the monsters under my bed.
She looked deranged...
She didn't look beautiful anymore.
I shook my head once more, only to have her backhand me. I screamed out and grabbed my face in pain.
Not once have my parents laid a hand on me in my 5 years of living..... this was the first.
"Do as I said or I will let Clyde do it next!"
Tears ran down my face as I nodded at her. Clyde laughed and made a line of the white powder on the table. He handed me a rolled-up dollar bill and showed me how to do it.
"Put one end up your nose and hold your other nostril down, then sniff really hard as if you are smelling cookies." I looked at my mother and she gave me a look, telling me without being vocal to listen.
I shakily looked down at the powder in fear. I didn't want Clyde to hit me so I began to sniff the powder. It burned my nose instantly, making me pull away and rub at my face.
Bonnie and Clyde laugh out as if it was the funniest thing in the world.
"Momma my nose is bleeding!" I shriek as blood begins to coat my hands. She rolled her eyes and threw a roll of paper towels at me, "Wipe yourself then drink this." She hands me a glass filled with pop. I do as told and carefully wipe my nose and hands. I take a big gulp of the drink and stand up.
As I walked into the kitchen, my chest began to hurt and everything became hazy. I made the mistake of looking at the kitchen light and everything had glossed over.
I fell to the floor as my body shook vigorously. I tried to call out to Bonnie, but it seemed as if my jaw was stuck. I heard a door open and footsteps,
"Star!?"
My father was home.
I felt him turn me over and place something in my mouth, "Daddy's here baby, I'm going to call an ambulance!"
I don't think he noticed Bonnie and Clyde in the living room. I don't think they even noticed him.
It felt like forever but I eventually heard the sirens of the ambulance coming down our street.
I heard the sound of footsteps making their way through the foyer and more people speaking. "Sir please move so we can help," I feel my father's hands leave me as he moves out of the way.
"Gerald? What are you doing home? What happened? Why are there parame-Star?"
"Who is he?"
"I'm Clyde."
"What the hell are you doing in my house with my wife and child?"
"Drugs, what else? I've been doing it for the past year."
All I hear is scuffling, Bonnie and the officers yelling, and my father shouting.
"Gerald stop! Please-Shut up Bonnie! You're a horrible wife and a horrible mother. What kind of mother does coke instead of tending to her seizing child!? Look at her!"
"Gerald I-I- I don't wanna hear it Bonnie!"
"Jesus Bonnie, maybe you should convince him to do some coke like you did Princess over there."
"YOU GAVE MY CHILD DRUGS!?"
The shaking had stopped by now.
The paramedics had lifted my body and put me on the gurney, a mask placed over my face and shining light in my eyes.
"You all need to stop! Take this outside!"
They wheeled me outside and I smiled as I felt the cold air biting at my skin. I stared up at the dark blue sky and watched as the snow fell down, landing on my face and turning into small puddles of water. The flashing lights of the police cars come into view and it's as if everything is a scene in a movie.
Everything's moving in slow motion, the only sound I hear is the pounding drums of the marching band in white outfits making their way through the street.
Little did I know there was no marching band...
My father is being held back by police officers as he yells at my mother, who is crying as the police drag her to the cruiser. Clyde is being held down in the snow by three officers, screaming profanities left and right.
My neighbors are outside watching as everything unfolds, huddled together to stay warm, and covering their mouths in shock.
I began to feel tired, my eyelids starting to fall.
I saw the paramedics yelling in my face, but their figures left as i was greeted with darkness.
5 hours.
5 hours had passed before I woke up in the hospital room. The beeping of the heart machine was loud and the tv was on some random channel.
I was alone and It was dark.
My hands began to shake as I looked around in panic. Suddenly the door opened making me shriek. My father freezes and stares at me in shock. Even though it was dark in the room, I could tell he wasn't ok. His eyes were bloodshot and it seemed as if his eye bags were more prominent.
"Blue-Jay!" He stumbles over his feet as he rushes over to me. He embraces me and I feel tears falling down my neck.
I tried to say something but ended up coughing. He quickly pulled away and handed me a cup filled with water.
As I drank my water, He pressed a button causing a doctor and a police officer to walk in. "Hi Star, how are you feeling?" I shrug only to wince at the movement, My whole body is in pain. He writes something down on the notepad before talking again. "My name is dr. Gordon ok? I just want to check you over and make sure nothing is wrong ok?" I look at my father and he nods at me.
"O-ok."
He walked over and presses my my jaw and shined the flashlight in my eyes. I wince and quickly push his hands away. "It's not a concussion, it's just light sensitivity from the seizure." He explains to my father.
"How are you feeling besides body pain?" The doctor asked while looking at me.
"My body and face hurt.... And I'm hungry." The officer smiles and places a bag of McDonald's in front of me. "Go ahead kid, dig in."
"Thank you sir!"
I immediately began to stuff my face. I shove some fries in my mouth before I take a bite of my chicken nuggets. As I'm stuffing my face, the officer pulls out a notepad and sighs. "Alright Star, my name is Officer Harlem, and I want to know what happened today. Do you think you could tell me?"
My hunger went away and I began to feel nauseous.
I push the food away from me and look down at my hands.
"Hey it's ok baby," I shook my head and my chest began to feel tight.
"I don't want Mommy to be mad at me!"
After all that my mother did to me and my father, I still didn't hate her then.
I was dumb.
"Hey listen, your mother has no right to be mad at you Blue. This is important and you have to tell Officer Harlem what happened ok?" I nod and wipe my tears.
"Umm... Momma had her friend Clyde over after you went back to the office- who's Clyde?"
"He's momma and Isiah's friend. When he comes over Momma sends me to the triplets because they do the happy powder and wrestle in your room. She told me not to tell you."
It's as if my father's heart breaks more. He puts his head in his hands, "Continue star."
"Umm... He came over but it was cold and the triplets went to their nanna, so I had to stay inside. I was coloring and watching TV when Clyde called me. He asked if I wanted to try the happy powder and I told him no because Daddy always told me he wouldn't love me if I did and I don't want that. I want my daddy to always love me!"
My father lifted his head and smiled at me, "You did the right thing." I shook my head and my bottom lip quivered. "N-no! Mommy got mad and she pulled me by my hair and slapped me! She said if I didn't do it she would let Clyde hit me! I'm sorry Daddy! I didn't want to but I didn't want Clyde to hit me!" He shakes his head and stands up. He paced for a second before he flipped the chair that was in the corner.
"Sir you need to calm down!"
"I-I can't right now." He stormed out of the room, leaving me to shout for him.
"Daddy!? Daddy, I'm sorry! I was scared! Don't hate me! Please don't leave me!" The doctors try to calm me down but it's no use.
I sobbed at the thought of my father no longer loving me.
I never wanted him to stop.
"Star, calm down he's not mad at you!"
"Why did he leave? He left me! He doesn't love me anymore" I sobbed as I looked at the officer. "He... He is mad at himself and your mother. He is upset with himself because he didn't protect you, and he is mad at your mother for making you do that. He doesn't hate you sweetheart."
"He's right blue."
"Gammy?"
My grandmother walked through the door in all her glory. She had on her infamous red coat, and her hair was in a curly gray Afro.
"Gammy? What are you doing here?"
"Your daddy and sad excuse of a mother told me what happened."
I stared at her in confusion.
That still didn't explain why she was here.
"Blue?" My father made his way back into the room and I looked at him with hopeful eyes. "Daddy I'm sorry! I didn't want to an-Shhh it's ok babygirl." He walked over and sat down on the edge of the bed.
"It's not your fault and it never will be... I failed you and I'm sorry for that." He looks at Gammy then back at me. "You're..... you're going to go live with Gammy ok?" I look at Gammy and she gives me a comforting smile.
I look back at him as more tears made their way down my face,
"I'll see you, right? You'll visit? You will still come to take me for ice cream?"
"Of course princess, I'll visit as much as I can. I'll take you for ice cream as many times as you want." I nodded at his words and crawled into his lap, holding him tightly.
Most kids would have yelled and demanded to stay with their parents, but I was smart at a young age. I knew he had to stay and handle things with Bonnie. He had to deal with the court cases that were coming and he had to get himself together.
Tears fell from both of our eyes as we held each other.
Gammy, the doctor, and the officer make their way out of the room leaving me and my father alone.
"Blue-Jay?"
"Yes daddy?"
"I want you to know I love you dearly, and it will never stop. None of this is your fault and it never will be ok?"
"I love you too Daddy... and it's not your fault either."
He said nothing as he stood up and laid down on the bed with me on top of him.
I held him tightly and slowly began to drift off into sleep.
A couple of days later after staying in the hospital, I was sent home with Gammy.
Of course the goodbyes with my father were tearful, both of us were crying and I didn't want to let him go, but I knew I had to.
Gammy slowly pulled me away and set me in her car, closing the door. She hugged my dad and said a few words to him before getting in the car and driving away.
"It's ok Blue, everything is ok"
Please tell me what you all think of the first chapter!! i know its very heavy and dark so i want everyone to please cater to themselves if you need it!!!
”bite me. ‘s okay baby.” matt leans closer to you, keeping your legs hoisted on his shoulders. a pout forms on your face while you shake your head gently. “i don’ wanna hurt you.” you mutter as your boyfriend wipes away a small piece of bit off skin from your lip. “you’re messing with your lips, angel. it won’t hurt me, promise.” he kissed your cheek before continuing his thrusts into you.
see the thing about oral fixations is everybody usually thinks it’s plain old sucking. but you have a teething obsession. anything you can bite, you will. whether it’s your finger, the inside of your cheek, your lip, and sometimes you have the urge to bite on your boyfriend’s statuesque body— like right now for example. though you never have since you tug hard. and you’d never want to hurt your precious boy.
those thoughts go out the window when matt speeds up, as well as his pounding getting harder. you mewl, chewing on the inside of your cheek. your boyfriend’s face is shoved into your neck, rutting his hips into you like a dog in heat. his neck rests right in front of your face, and you can’t help but lean slightly forward to nibble on it. nibbles turn into hickey marks when you bite down harshly and suck the supple skin. he cries out when you do, his breath going rigid.
“fuck…” he winces, not only out of pain but out of pleasure. damn he never knew he had a kink for pain. he kisses your shoulder blade as you continue to create loud sucking noises, reaching your high. “mm, baby i’m g’na— oh..” you pull back away from his flesh with the bottom half of your face covered in saliva. he lifts his head as you do, admiring the fucked out bliss written all over your face. his pace falters, watching your head tilting back, his following yours, determined to admire you releasing on his dick while your gaze looks down to admire your marks turning darker.
IN WHICH…Chris films a TikTok with his best friend to his favorite song, and things take a turn.
WARNINGS: NSFW CONTENT AHEAD!! Drinking, twerking, choking, making out, unprotected sex, cream pie, squirting, slapping, Nick freaking the fuck out.
THIS WAS A REQUEST!!!!
Chris was beyond bored.
He was currently sitting on the couch of his Boston home alone. Everyone had decided to go out (including Trevor), and Chris stayed home. He began to regret it once the boredom took over.
He huffs as he opens the wrapper around the sucker, shoving the cherry-flavored stick in his mouth.
Suddenly his phone rings, a smile taking over his face seeing the familiar name on the screen.
Y/n
She was a very close friend of the triplets and Nate. They considered her to be family based on her actions as a friend. She always made sure the boys stayed out of trouble and prospered in their YouTube career, never letting them quit and damn near beating anyone up that hurt them.
“Hey, you guys busy?” Her voice rings out. he could hear shuffling and the clinking of keys. Chris shakes his head and takes the sucker out his mouth, “Nah, everyone went out and I stayed home…You want to come over? I’m bored out of my mind and need entertainment.”
“On my way Topher! Is it ok if I crash there? I want to drink tonight.”
Chris rolls his eyes hearing that godforsaken nickname, “Stop calling me that ugly ass name. And you know you don’t have to ask.”
Y/n blows a raspberry before telling Chris she’s on her way.
Not even a full twenty minutes later, Y/n is strolling into the home as if it’s her own.
“Topher I missed you!” She wraps her arms around Chris and squeezes him tightly. “Didn’t I tell you to stop calling me that?” He questions looking down at her.
“Well unless you make me stop, it’s still being said.” He rolls his eyes but can’t help but feel some kind of way about her words.
It was known to everyone who knew Y/n that she was a bit of a flirt. It was natural for her to flirt with everyone, boys and girls. Sometimes it was on purpose, other times it was on accident.
Chris could never tell if she was doing it on purpose with him. He always received mixed signals from her.
“What drinks did you bring?” He asks as he sits back at the island. She hops onto the marble slab and pulls out a bottle of Casamigos, and some form of vodka.
“My personal favorite, casa-freak-hoe!” He snorts at her play-on-words and walks over to the fridge, grabbing a few chasers.
The two adults begin to drink, taking shot after shot as they catch up with each other. It’s not long before the liquor takes over and glosses their minds.
“Let’s do something fun!” Y/n giggles setting her shot glass down.
“Like what?”
“Ooo let’s film TikTok’s!”
Soon the two are making a fool of themselves, dancing and lip-syncing to multiple audios.
A few of them were posted, fans rushing to comment on the infamous duo finally being back together.
“Ooo let's do one to freak hoe!” Y/n urges in excitement.
“Why freak hoe?” Chris asks as he clicks on the sound.
“Because I’m a freak hoe off the Casamigos!”
Chris cackles before pressing the record button.
“Imma throw this money like a free throw-“ he lip syncs before setting the phone down. He backs up and turns to Y/n, clapping his hands to the beat before doing his little dance.
Not thinking straight due to the liquor in her system, Y/n bends over and begins throwing it back on Chris. The boy immediately becomes entranced by the way her ass moves, watching as the soft skin recoils and shakes. He’s amazed at the control of her lower body, it’s almost as if it has a mind of its own.
His hands move before he can even register his own actions, grasping her hips firmly and pulling her into him even more. He groans softly as her ass grinds against his growing tent.
Y/n feels the tent against her ass and stands up straight, whining her hips.
That’s enough to make Chris snap.
He wraps his hand around her neck and pulls her body flush against his, he pulls her head back and firmly presses his lips against hers.
The two begin to sloppily make out, teeth clashing and tongues dancing with each other. With their lips still connected, Y/n turns her body so they are chest to chest. She moans into the kiss as Chris grips her ass firmly before slapping it. She trails one of her hands down to his pants and begins palming him.
He pulls away from the kiss and rests his forehead against hers, groaning softly.
“It only took you four years,” she teases softly.
It’s true, Y/n has been trying for four years to get Chris to make a move on her, but the boy seemed to be oblivious to her advances. She knew she was flirty and he probably brushed it off but she always amped it up around him.
“Shut the fuck up-“ he grunts before planting his lips back to hers.
The two stand in the kitchen, making out for what seems like decades before Chris finally picks her up and takes her to Nick's room.
He knew Nick would be pissed but he didn’t care, he’d deal with it later.
He slams the door before moving to the bed and laying her down. It’s not long before his hands snake down to her shorts, rubbing over her through the grey material.
The erotic sounds of her wetness moving through her folds make the both of them moan.
“Already wet?”
“S’casamigos.” She admits before bucking her hips. Chris chuckles and takes the initiative to snake his hands down her shorts.
He glides his fingers through her folds before toying with her clit. “Fuck-Chris!” She whimpers throwing her head back. His fingers felt heavenly, but unfortunately she would have to experience them at a different time.
She wasn’t lying when she told Chris she’s a freak hoe off the Casamigos. She was as wet as a waterpark and she needed to be fucked hard and rough, immediately.
“Forget the foreplay Chris and fuck me!” She demands. Chris doesn’t have to be told twice, quickly stripping them both of their clothes.
He yanks her closer by her thighs, rubbing his cock between her folds. Y/n quickly becomes irritated, “Chris I swear to god if you do-Shit!” She throws her head back when he slams into her.
There’s no waiting for her to adjust, there’s no soaking in the moment, it's just Chris continuously thrusting harshly like his life depended on it.
Her legs are being held wide open as he ruts into her, his thighs ricocheting off the back of hers. His grunts and her moans bounce off the walls along with the headboard, their melodic noises filling up the empty house.
Chris presses down on her stomach and uses his thumb to rub her clit.
“Oh shit! Oh my god!” Her back arches as she feels her orgasm quickly approaching. She clenches her eyes shut only to snap them open when she feels a sting on her cheek.
“Eyes open baby, wanna see you when you cum.”
He pushes her legs back further before jack hammering into her.
“FUCK FUCK FU-“ her eyes roll back as her body withers under him, her juices coating his abdomen. “Holy shit-“ seeing her squirt was enough for Chris to stall deep inside of her, throwing his head back as he lets go.
He collapses on top of her, breathing harshly. Much to his surprise he doesn’t get to relax for long, Y/n flipping them other. She crawls on top of him and rocks back and forth, whimpering as his cock stimulates her clit.
Chris grunts and tries to stop her movements, “Jesus Christ give me a minute.”
“Stop being a fucking pussy Chris and let me ride you!”
“You’re going to be the death of me,” he mutters before letting her do what she wants. Y/n sinks down on him and immediately begins to bounce up and down.
Chris grips her hips tightly, watching her breasts bounce with low and lustful eyes. He bites his lip and trails his hand upward, tweaking and pulling at her nipples.
“Shit princess, you look so good being on top.”
He looks down between them and groans at the unholy site.
A thick white cream sits on the base of his cock, some of the cream even on the inside of her thighs as well. He watches as it spreads around each time her thighs land against his, the thunderous slapping sounds also sounding wet and sticky.
He throws his head back and closes his eyes, the feeling of his orgasm hitting him hard.
He snaps his eyes open and looks at a smirking y/n, shocked that she slapped him.
“Eyes open baby, I want to see you when you cum.”
She taunts him with his own words. He growls and snaps his hips upward, the girl yelping and falling forward. Chris wraps his hand around her throat and pushes her back up.
Y/n’s eyes roll back as Chris continues to thrust upward meeting her bouncing. “take it baby, you can handle it.”
Incoherent noises tumble from her mouth as she holds on to his wrist. “Gonna cum with me?” He pants.
“Y-yes!” She rasps out, her eyes rolling back.
He lets go of her throat and holds on to her hips once again. Y/n leans back, using one arm to support herself as she uses the other to quickly swipe back and forth against her clit.
She lets out a loud drawn out mewl as she squirts once again. Her juices land all over the bed, along with his chest. “Fuck!” She shouts at the overstimulation coming from Chris’s thrusting.
Chris grips her hips excruciatingly tight as he cums once again, holding her down in place.
“Holy shit-” He pants out. Y/n giggles tiredly as she slowly climbs off of him. Chris stops her, watching as the thick semen pools out of her and onto his now soft cock.
He doesn’t have much time to relish at the site due to the door being swung open, “Chris were home! Is Y/n he-OH MY GOD!” Nick quickly turns around at the site of his brother and their best friend naked in his bed.
“I'M ACTUALLY GOING TO KILL THE BOTH OF YOU! WHY ARE YOU HAVING SEX IN MY ROOM!? MY ROOM!” Nick slams the bedroom door, his shouting still being heard.
The two adults quickly attempt to get dressed, their intoxicated minds making them giggle at the whole ordeal. Suddenly the door is opened once again and a bottle of Lysol is thrown, hitting Chris in the head.
A paper towel roll is thrown as well and hits Y/n in the chest, “Jesus Christ Nick what the fuck!?”
“SHUT THE FUCK UP! BOTH OF YOU ARE CLEANING MY ROOM AND YOU ARE SLEEPING IN HERE TONIGHT WHILE I SLEEP IN YOUR BED CHRIS! YOU TWO ARE DISGUSTING!”
The door slams shut for the last time before footsteps are heard stomping up the stairs.
Chris rolls his eyes and goes to put his shirt on but is stopped by Y/n,
“Want to go again?”
“You weren’t lying when you said you’re a freak hoe off the Casamigos.”
He pushes her down on the bed with a smile on his face before dropping to his knees in between her legs.
summary: matt is taking y/n home to boston to meet his parents for the first time, and y/n would be lying if she said she wasn't nervous. but once they've been in the air for a few hours and boredom begins to get to them both, they find a way to occupy themselves.
warnings: smut; established relationship; mutual masturbation; p in v; dirty talk; a little fluff if you squint; unprotected sex; 18+
notes: i wrote this suuuuper quick so def not my best work, but it's been a while since i posted something so i wanted to get something up here. i hope ya'll enjoy!!!
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“Have a great flight.” The lady at the terminal gate said to me with a smile as she handed me my scanned ticket. “Thank you.” I replied before walking towards my boyfriend, Matt, who was waiting for me a few feet ahead. Once I reached him, he grabbed my hand and placed a soft kiss on my forehead. “You ready?” He asked, to which I inhaled a deep breath and nodded apprehensively.
Matt and I met at a party about eight months ago, and had hit it off right away. I had been drawn in by his sunken blue eyes and withdrawn behaviour that night, but grew hooked by his kind nature and complex personality once we began speaking regularly. We made it official less than a month after meeting, and had been inseparable since. Our relationship developed into something quite serious rather quickly, but things still somehow felt new and exciting everyday.
Today, we were flying back to his hometown in Boston, where I was going to meet his parents for the first time. Although he had reassured me countless times that MaryLou and Jimmy were going to love me, I couldn’t help but feel a bit intimidated by meeting two of the most important people in Matt’s life. Not only that, but I had also never been in a relationship that grew serious enough to meet the parents of my significant other before now; so the unknown territory made the whole ordeal all the more daunting.
Matt’s triplet brothers Chris and Nick had left for Boston the day before, as I had to stay in Los Angeles an extra day for work. This added another unsettling element, as I had grown so used to the presence of the other two on a day-to-day basis. However, what that meant was Matt and I had a good excuse to buy first class tickets instead of the usual economy tickets. This brought me some relief, as I had never sat in first class before and knew that I would be able to relax much easier than I had on previous flights.
Arriving at the front of the plane, we were guided by the flight attendant to the fifth row of seats and I gasped. In front of me was a spacious row with just two large seats. The seats were joined together — separated only by an arm rest — but both had a ridiculous amount of leg room, and there was even a privacy curtain available to use at the end of the aisle.
“Oh my god Matt, this one row is almost as big as my entire bedroom at home!” I exclaimed excitedly before hurrying into my window seat. Matt chuckled before following me into the row and getting comfortable in his own seat beside mine. “I take it you like it?” He asked sarcastically, though I still nodded my head like an enthusiastic toddler. “Well, get settled in baby. We’ve got a five and a half hour flight ahead of us.” He leaned over the cushioned arm rest between our seats and planted a soft kiss on my lips. I sighed at the reminder before investigating the small gift bundle beside my seat. There were a few snacks, some travel-sized toiletries, and a pillow and blanket; I couldn’t help but squeal from excitement. “Holy shit Matt! Look at this stuff!” I quickly unfolded the blanket and wrapped myself in it as he did the same. “I know, it’s cool right. And it doesn’t stop there, watch this.” Matt smirked before reaching under his chair, when suddenly his seat reclined all the way back and transformed into a bed.
“WHAT?” I exclaimed before searching under my own seat for the recline handle. I giggled as my chair fell back and I was suddenly horizontal. “Oh my god, I am in heaven.” I sighed blissfully, stretching my arms above my head in bliss. “And look,” Matt continued, reaching for the arm rest and pushing it back so that it became flush with our beds, “Now we just have one big bed to share.” He giggled before scooting closer to my side while simultaneously grabbing my waist and pulling me into him. I laughed and rolled over so that I could face him; propping myself up on my elbow and gazing down at him. “Thank you Matty.” I said before planting a gentle kiss on his eyelid. “You don’t have to thank me, Y/n,” He chuckled, “I just can’t wait for my parents to meet you.” My heart fluttered from his words, and I repositioned my body so that I could curl into his.
“I can’t wait to meet them, either. I mean, I’m nervous as fuck but I really do want to get to know the two people who created you three weirdos.” I closed my eyes, feeling my body relax as the plane began moving down the tarmac. Matt mindlessly rubbed my back as we laughed, just waiting for the unmistakable sensation of the plane taking off.
Once we were finally in the air, I rolled over to fetch my air pods from my backpack. “Let’s listen to some music, I can’t stand all this white noise in here.” I said, handing the left pod to Matt and keeping the right for myself. Once they were secured in both of our ears, I scrolled through my Spotify account to find mine and Matt’s shared playlist before hitting shuffle. I fell onto my back and closed my eyes as the music played in both of our ears; growing more and more comfortable as my eyes grew heavy and the sensation of sleep began to overtake me.
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I was awoken from my deep sleep by the sound of a baby wailing a few aisles behind me. Forgetting where I was for a moment, I woke with a startle before remembering that I was on a plane. Slightly disoriented, I checked the time on my phone to discover that we had been in the air for four hours. I was shocked that I was able to sleep that long on a flight, since usually in the economy seats I would struggle to even get 45 minutes of true rest. I looked to my right at Matt’s sleeping figure. He was lying on his stomach with his peaceful face turned in my direction — very clearly having as deep of a sleep as I was previously having. His dark eyelashes fluttered slightly every now and then, and due to the way his face pressed against the small pillow, his pink lips were squished into an exaggerated pout.
Admiring his undeniable beauty, I had to resist the urge to lean over and pepper him with kisses. Instead, I went on my phone and began scrolling through our music playlist. After queuing a few songs, I moved onto my camera roll to kill some time as I felt boredom begin to overtake me. I felt like the biggest loser ever as I scrolled through the countless photos I had taken of Matt and I over the past few months with a corny smile plastered to my face. We truly had spent nearly every single day together since that first night that we met, and I had been sure to capture as many memories on camera as I could.
I continued to scroll for a few moments before coming across a particular memory that caused me to audibly gasp. It was a video that Matt and I had made about a month before. Our first and only sex tape. Before playing the video, I snuck a glance at Matt to make sure he was still sleeping and turned the volume down to zero so that it wouldn’t play through the air pod that was still resting in his ear. Cautiously, I hit play on the video and watched from Matt’s angle as he pounded into me from behind. To be completely honest, I had totally forgotten that we had taken that video and hadn’t even watched it before, so I stared in awe as our bodies collided again and again. The only issue was that I so badly wanted to hear the audio as my curiosity notoriously got the better of me in situations such as this. I was curious to know what I really sounded like during sex, and knew that listening to the audio was one of the only ways that I could.
Suddenly, I had an idea that would not only allow me to listen but would also have the potential to wake Matt up. Looking at him once again with a smirk across my face, I started the video from the beginning; this time with the volume about halfway up. Instantly, my right ear was filled with the unmistakably erotic sounds of our sex; body parts smacking against one another, loud moans, and the occasional dirty phrase falling from one of our mouths.
With the brightness on my phone turned down low, I watched intently at our moving bodies on my screen. I could only pull my eyes away to take a quick glance at Matt, who was beginning to shift around slightly under the blanket. I watched him for a moment, noticing that his eyes were still closed and he appeared to still be sound asleep. Growing frustrated that he still wasn’t waking up, I turned the sound on my phone to maximum volume just as the recorded version of him and I were reaching our climaxes. The crude noises became more and more erratic as the volume increased, and suddenly Matt’s blue eyes shot open.
He scanned the area frantically, obviously disoriented and confused by the sounds swarming his ears. When his eyes finally met mine and he noticed the playful smile on my face, he visibly relaxed and rolled his eyes sarcastically. “Y/n, what the fuck are you watching?” He asked through a chuckle before leaning towards me to take a glance at my phone screen. “Oh my god, you’re ridiculous.” He added once he caught a glimpse of the two of us in the video; falling onto his back and covering his eyes with his crossed arms.
I collapsed into a fit of laughter before innocently replying, “What?”, fluttering my eyelashes and softening my voice. He simply shook his head, but I could see his lips curling into a smile behind his protective arms. “Don’t get me started, baby. Get some rest.” Was his reply, and I grumbled internally. I was far from tired, not only because I had already slept for four hours, but because I had just worked myself up for the past few minutes by watching that video. Still, I reluctantly obliged by hitting shuffle on our playlist once again before finding a comfortable position to attempt to get a bit more sleep.
My eyes were closed, my breathing was steady, but my body was wide awake; so I felt the shift that came from Matt sitting up in the bed. I was laying on my side with my back facing him, but through the soft music playing in my ear I could hear the privacy curtain slide across its rod. My eyes stayed shut as I felt the warmth of his body pressing up against me. I pretended to not feel his hand gently gliding across the curves of my hips, or his hardening member nudging against my thigh. However, once his lips pressed against the sensitive spot on my neck, my body began to fail me in its pretend ignorance. He delicately sucked on my thin skin, and my pulse began to quicken. His cool breath tickled my neck and I shivered in anticipation. His hand slowly traveled from my hip down my stomach, before finally reaching under my waistband towards my core, and I released a shaky breath.
I felt his lips upturn into a smile against my neck at my clear response. “Oh, so you are awake.” He teased, moving his hand away from my heat and resting his chin in the crook of my neck. I opened my eyes to a squint and looked at him. “What are you doing?” I asked with a slight whine in my voice. He scoffed dramatically. “What, you think you could play a video like that and expect me not to get worked up?” I smiled shyly before responding. “I just wanted to wake you. I was bored.” He scooted himself even closer to me, so that now our bodies were pressed tight against each other. “Oh yeah?” He placed a kiss to my neck again, this time tugging lightly at the skin with his teeth. “And what did you want to do to try to counteract this boredom?” He whispered, and my breath hitched as he brought a hand under my shirt and began fondling my sensitive nipples.
I closed my eyes before turning my body so that I was now facing him. “Matt, we are on a plane right now.” I said, my voice dropping to a whisper by the end of my sentence. He smirked before shrugging his shoulders nonchalantly. “That’s what the curtain is for, sweetheart.” My eyes shifted to the space behind him, where the curtain was shut and properly secured by a hook near his head. My focus was brought back to him as I felt his hands gently begin tugging down my sweatpants. “You just have to be quiet for me, okay?” I gulped nervously before nodding my head mindlessly, already growing distracted by the arousal beginning to form in my panties.
Matt pulled me closer to him before placing a soft kiss against my lips. His hand gently ran up and down my inner thigh, just barely grazing my heat with each stroke. He placed another kiss against my lips, this one longer and deeper than the first, and he put his right leg between my knees to prop them up and apart. Our mouths moved against each other in sync, and my hands began to travel through his hair, over his shoulders, and finally down to his stomach. I hissed when he finally cupped his hand over my heat, his thumb just barely resting on my clit. Even through the thin layer of fabric that was my panties, the contact was intense. “Mmm, baby, you’re already so wet for me.” He mumbled gruffly against my lips, causing me to squirm.
“Touch me Matty, please.” I begged softly, my eyes pleading as my core began to throb. He chuckled, our teeth clanking together gently, before attacking my neck with his mouth. “So needy, huh? You want these fingers?” He cooed, sliding two of his fingers — now hooked under my panties — up my slit to collect my juices. I squeezed my eyes shut and bit my bottom lip as I nodded frantically. “Mhm.” Was all I managed to get out in response to his question. “What was that? I couldn’t quite hear you.” He was taunting me, both with his words and with his fingers as he toyed with my outer folds. I squirmed again, shifting slightly so that I was more on my back so that I could widen my legs easier. “N-need your fingers baby.” I managed to groan out, doing my best to keep my voice low so that our actions could go unnoticed by everyone around us.
Now leaning over me slightly, he looked down at me with hooded eyelids and a matching smirk. “That’s my girl.” He replied before finally rubbing circles on my swollen clit. My eyes rolled to the back of my head as I became engulfed in the overwhelmingly pleasurable sensation. I opened my eyes to find his traveling across my face. He had clearly been watching me in my state of ecstasy, and his blown out pupils and parted wet lips were clear signs that he was liking what he was seeing. Suddenly, a sharp moan escaped my lips as he plunged two of his fingers into me, and he quickly planted a firm hand over my mouth to prevent any more noises as he curled his fingers in and out of me mercilessly. The sensation became almost too much once he connected the base of his palm to my clit and began rubbing it in rhythm with his other movements, and almost without thinking I began clawing at the waist band of his sweatpants; desperate to feel more of him.
I pulled his sweats and his boxers down in one swift movement, and immediately began toying with his rock hard cock. Looking up at him as he continued his movements, I brought my hand to my mouth and allowed my collected saliva to drip onto it before bringing it back to his member. I began milking the tip of his cock and immediately noticed a change of pace in his fingers on my cunt. I watched his face as his eyes fluttered shut momentarily and his ears began to grow red. “Fuck, Y/n.” He moaned softly, his words alone enough to drive me crazy. I continued to stroke him, feeling each and every vein along his sizeable shaft, as I felt the familiar tingling sensation of an orgasm fast approaching.
“I-I need more of you Matty. Give me your cock please.” I was really begging now. My legs were beginning to shake and I was close to losing all control, but I wanted to cum around him. I watched as Matt’s eyes nearly rolled to the back of his head as his dick twitched in my hand, a clear sign that my words had an impact on him, too. “Turn on your side.” He commanded, and I immediately obliged. Once I was facing away from him, he wasted no time in lying down beside me — one of his arms wrapped across my chest and massaging my right tit — and sliding his cock into my soaking wet pussy.
We both couldn’t help but release small moans at the satisfying feeling that came from him bottoming out, but he gave me little time to adjust to his size before thrusting into me almost desperately. Using his grasp on my tit, he pushed my back against his chest so that my body was flush with his. “Jesus baby, you’re so tight.” He praised softly, his mouth pressed against my ear as his hips continued to snap against my ass. I couldn’t manage a reply, instead I brought my right hand up to grab onto the back of his neck. I fell into a deep trance from the feeling of my spongey walls stretching and moulding to his cock as if they were two matching puzzle pieces. He left sloppy open mouthed kisses all along my face, growing careless with his movements as the pressure in my lower half began to grow almost unbearable.
“You’re close, aren’t you sweetheart.” He breathed against my hair. I couldn’t do much more than nod my head. “It’s okay, let go. Just be a good girl and stay quiet for me okay?” He used his free hand to once again cover my mouth in anticipation of what might come just as my orgasm bubbled over. I did everything I could to stay silent, but as my orgasm tore through me a plethora of moans fell from my lips and into his gentle hand. My grip on the back of his neck tightened and my back arched away from his torso as I felt the unmistakable warm spurt of fluid stream from my cunt.
Just as I began coming down from my high, Matt released a few short grunts before halting his movements entirely. “Fuuuuck.” His profanity came out in a breathy sigh. His forehead fell to my shoulder, and I could feel his dick pulsating inside of me as he painted my walls with his cum. After a moment, I felt his body relax behind me and he collapsed onto his pillow. For a little while, the only sounds coming from our little corner of the plane was the sound of our ragged breathing as we attempted to regain our composure.
“Well,” Matt eventually began, sitting up and lifting the blanket, exposing the wet spot in the bed that my squirt created, “How are we gonna explain this one?” I took a moment to look at it before sliding my sweats back on. “Easy, we just tell them that you got a little scared of the turbulence and pissed yourself.” He rolled his eyes as he put his pants back on as well, and I laughed. “You’re something else kid.”
Just then, a woman’s voice came from behind the closed curtain. Matt looked at me quickly to ensure that I was fully clothed before opening the curtain and coming face to face with an older flight attendant. “Hi there.” She said, her voice cheerful and her face plastered with a fake smile. “We’re going to be making our landing in Boston in about thirty minutes, please return to an upright position as soon as you can.” Matt nodded his head and gave her a quick smile before she promptly moved down to the next row of flyers. As soon as she was out of earshot, he gave me a cheeky side eye and we both immediately broke into fits of laughter.
“We timed that well.” He said through his laughter and I covered my face with my hands. “I can’t believe we just did that.” I replied, shaking my head as I came to the realization that I had just fucked my boyfriend on a commercial flight. He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me into his chest. “We’re in the mile high club now, baby.” He kissed the top of my head. “Now let’s get our seats back up. Only thirty minutes until you meet my parents!”
summary : you move back home with your brother and click with his friends, though the tension is high with matt and it turns into something more
warnings : brothers best friend trope, slow burn, tension, sneaky relationship, swearing, eventual smut, slight traumatic past relationship with reader’s mother, and probably some other stuff
a/n : each chapter will have a different collage solely based on what takes place in it. kind of a new idea but i’m gonna run w it. if you don’t like it, use your imagination and pretend it’s not there xx
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prologue
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Surprisingly, after the long and heartfelt hug, things were quiet as the three of you make your way back to the car. Your dad insisted on carrying your belongings for you, leaving you arm in arm with Nate, who refuses to leave your side.
The lights on the car flash as your dad unlocks it, heading towards the opening trunk to place your luggage in it. Nate opens the back door for you, holding his hand out, motioning you to get in. You easily slide through, the fresh aroma of black ice filling your senses. A wave of familiarity washes over you, striking you with old memories you’re so fond of.
“Are you okay?” Nate asks from beside you.
You glance at him with a smile before furrowing your eyebrows, “Yeah. How come you’re not up front?”
“Oh come on. I’ve spent thirteen years without you, I don’t ever wanna leave your side again.” He admits with a bittersweet laugh, then pauses, “Wait, unless you’re more comfortable—“
You stop him from getting back out by grabbing his arm, instantly shaking your head. “No, please stay.”
He gives you a smile, taking place right beside you again. Your father opens the door on the opposite side, and starts to scoot in before stopping as he looks at the two of you in the back.
“Wait.. I have to drive?” He questions, feigning absurdity.
“Dad!” Nate chuckles, leaving you all giggling as your dad gets behind the wheel to get you all home.
Home.
It’s weird to think that. You’re going home. It’s you, Nate, and your dad in a city you used to love, but now seems so foreign to you. You can only hope things start to fit together again.
The car ride is silent, the three of you just taking in the abrupt new change. You’re over the moon to be back with them, but you can’t help but notice the difference. And of course, things are going to be different as it’s been thirteen years. You just didn’t really know what to expect.
As you watch out the windows, the scenery becomes slightly familiar and it takes you a moment to realize where you’re at. You recognize the side streets, every turn, every tree, every house. And then you’re there.
Your eyes widen as you take in the house in front of you. Slowly exiting the car, you view the house from top to bottom. It’s exactly the same.
“You never left.” You find yourself stating.
Nate comes to your side as your dad retrieves your bags, “We wanted to stay here in case you ever found your way back home.”
Tears prick in your eyes and you can’t help but feel an overwhelming mix of emotions. Without a word, you lurch into Nate’s arms, engulfing him in a massive hug. His embrace is warm and welcoming, making you realize just how much you missed him.
Pulling away, he gives you a sad smile, rubbing your arm in a comforting manner. Your dad places a hand on your shoulder, causing your attention to shift to him. You immediately wrap your arms around him, yanking him into a much needed hug.
“Enough with being all sappy and shit. Let’s get inside, it’s cold as hell out here.” Nate chuckles.
You smile and follow them in, your heart rate increasing with every step you take. You’re in awe once you walk through the door. It’s been years, but everything’s still the same, aside from a few upgrades. It still gives that welcoming feeling you’ve desperately longed for.
“Do you want to go upstairs?” Nate asks.
You look towards the staircase where your dad is headed, before looking back at your brother. He has a sort of hopeful look on his face, though you can still see he’s a bit unsure. You swallow the lump in your throat and give him a small upturn of your lips, nodding in agreement.
He starts up the same steps you used countless of times years and years ago, beckoning you to follow him. Your shaky hand grasps the railing as you do, the wooden steps slightly creaking beneath your weight. As you round the corner, you notice your dad standing outside the door to your old bedroom.
“Uh—we didn’t change anything, we kind of just left it as it was.” He starts, his tone of voice a bit nervous, “We did get a new bed when your grandma said you were coming back, figured you’d like more room as opposed to a twin. Oh, and your clothes were just pulled out to make room for what you have now. They’re packed away in the garage. I know your taste has probably changed, so we can do whatever you want with it. ”
You’re left speechless as you hesitantly cross the threshold. Your mind is flooded with old memories that you seemed to have forgotten.
“Well, we’ll leave you to get settled in.” Your dad says, “If you need anything, please don’t hesitate to ask.”
“But—“ Nate is cut off by a tug from your father, pulling him out of the room.
As soon as the door closes, you turn back around to take it all in. Your eyes are wide as you observe your surroundings. Today is full of surprises, you almost don’t even know how to deal with it all.
Your walls are covered in that same pink pastel wallpaper, spare flowers scattered all across them. Your floor still has that white fluffy carpet that you were obsessed with when you were five. The chalkboard is covered from top to bottom with old writing from when you and Nate were little, but you notice something in the corner that looks a bit different.
I miss you so much sis
The tears flooding your eyes slip, streaming down your cheeks as your fingertips brush over the words. You wonder what it’s been like for them. Was it as hard for them as it was for you? Was it even worse?
You take a deep breath and continue around the room. Your small desk is filled with coloring books and writing utensils just like you left them the night before you were torn away from your family. Your toy box is overflowing with all sorts of things — dolls, stuffed animals, legos. You have a giant kitchen set on the side of the chest, one that you vividly remember you and Nate playing with. There’s a small bulletin board by your window, covered in pictures from your younger years.
Being with your family in your old house, your old room, brings so many feelings to the surface. You’re super glad to be home, but you feel so sad. Sad that you’ve gone so long without them, and you’ll never get that time back.
Taking a deep breath, you sit on the edge of your bed, before letting yourself fall flat against it. It’s soft and plush, just how you like it, and the fact that they remembered makes you smile.
You don’t know how long it’s been as you lay there in silence, but your eyes feel droopy and you’re practically fighting sleep. However, it takes merely minutes for it to consume you, and you drift off into a much needed slumber.
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The sweet and smokey smell of syrup and bacon fill your nose, causing you to scrunch it up as you slowly become conscious. Your eyes are heavy and it takes a minute to adjust to the bright light shining through the window. After a moment, your body begins to wake up and you find yourself rolling over in search of your phone. Running your hands through your sheets, you sit up in a slight panic, only to feel the hardness beneath you in the back pocket of your jeans. You pull it out to check the time, shock flooding your veins as you read 12:47 PM.
“Holy shit.” You whisper to yourself, in disbelief that you slept so long.
You swing your legs off the bed, planting them on the ground as you reach your arms up to stretch. Your back subtly cracks, pulling a satisfied groan from you as your legs slightly twitch. Rolling your head from side to side, you stand up and follow the pleasant interruption that awoke you from your peaceful tranquility.
As you make your way downstairs, you hear shuffling in the kitchen. The sound of grease popping is heard, followed by a loud yelp. Quickening your stride, you round the corner and see Nate watching the stove from quite a few feet away.
“Um, are you okay?” You question, your voice still a little groggy with sleep.
Nate jumps at the sound of your voice, whipping around with wide eyes. “You’re awake!”
You give him a crooked smile, your eyebrows knitting together, “Yeah…”
He recomposes himself and points at the stove, “Sorry, dad had to work and I, uh- I was tryna make you breakfast.”
You bite back a grin and walk forward to the stove, turning the burner down. The extra grease popping ceases, it now only softly bubbling around the bacon.
“You just had the temperature too high.”
Nate chuckles, “I didn’t know you were a little chef.”
“Oh no, I just had to learn to fend for myself.” You match his laugh, pausing at your own words. “Um, sorry I slept so late. I didn’t even realize I fell asleep last night.”
“You’re good.” Nate shakes his head, “I know you were probably tired from the flight, different time zones and whatever.” You nod in agreement before he continues, “If you want, you can go shower and do what you need to do while I finish this. Just make yourself at home, it’s yours too.”
A warm smile graces your lips as you nod once again, “Yeah, okay.”
You turn on your heels, heading back to the stairs. You look back once more, watching Nate bounce all over the kitchen, and laugh to yourself at how he’s still the same as he was. Quickly you head upstairs, in desperate need of a shower to help wake you up and relax you.
Entering your bedroom, you go straight for your bags. You pull out everything you need in order to get ready for the day — a towel, washcloth, toothbrush, toothpaste, shampoo, conditioner, body wash, and a simple outfit to wear. After gathering all of your little supplies, you head to the bathroom.
Flicking the light on and shutting yourself in, you move to lay everything out on the counter. You place your washes in the shower, turning the hot water on. As you wait for it to heat up, you hang your towels on the shower rack, and begin to brush your teeth.
Once you finish, you strip from your clothes, and step into the scalding hot water. A content sigh falls from your lips as the water pellets continuously rain down on you. You run your hands through your hair, letting it soak up the water.
You find yourself staring off into space, your thoughts consumed by this new life you have to readjust to. You've wanted it back for so long, and now that you have it, you don't know what to do with it. You feel unsure of what's to come, the looming anxiety paired with an overwhelming sense of uncertainty. You just hope your family can help you navigate these new adventures ahead of you.
Snapping out of your thoughtful trance with bright red, and tender skin, you proceed to wash yourself up like you intended to. Having spent quite some time just staring off, you rush to finish cleansing yourself.
After you're done, you shut the water off and begin to dry off. Stepping out of the shower, you wrap the towel around your hair and move to the sink. You begin brushing your teeth while you air dry before getting dressed. Shaking your hair out, you hang your towel to dry, then make your way back downstairs.
"About time." Nate calls, "I was beginning to think you got on another flight without saying goodbye."
Your face droops, guilt taking over your expression as you stare at him.
His smile falls, "Too soon? I'm sorry."
You muster up a half smile and shake your head, "You're good, just wasn't expecting that."
You sit across from him at the table, both of you having a plate of breakfast in front of you. You notice a cup beside your food and look in it, eyeing its contents.
"It's tea. You still like tea, don't you?"
You grin, "Love it."
His face mirrors yours, and the two of you dig in. Your chewing falters for a moment, and you suddenly realize you should've waited until you finished eating to brush your teeth. Taking his thoughtfulness into consideration, you push past the bitter taste and continue chowing.
"Can I ask you something?" Nate breaks the silence.
You nod.
"What was it like?"
You figured he would hit you with that question sooner or later, but for some reason you're unprepared to answer it. You set your fork down and place your hands on the table as your stare at him.
"Uh," You pause, "It sucked. Mom was — I don't know. It just sucked."
He hesitantly nods. You can see that he has more questions, but he lets them go. There used to be a safe space between the two of you. You never had to worry about overstepping boundaries and swallowing your curiosity. You want that back.
"If you have something to say or ask, go ahead." You offer.
His eyes light up and he takes a moment to think. "Um, I-I just want to say that we know it wasn't your fault. Despite not seeing you for over a decade, I know how you are. It was hard for us, so I can only imagine how it was for you. We don't blame you for it. And if you ever wanna talk about it, I'm always here."
You feel a weight lift off your shoulders as you swallow the lump in your throat. You needed that. You needed to hear him say that he knows it wasn't your fault, because even though it wasn't, you were worried they would blame you.
"Best little brother in the world." You smile.
He chuckles and shakes his head, "What do you want to do today?"
"I have no idea." You admit with a laugh as you shrug, "Definitely wanna unpack, and maybe go shopping for new things. I only brought my essentials with me."
He nods, "We can do that."
The two of you finish your breakfast over small talk. Nate says he'll clean up while you start on your room, so you head up there.
You immediately pull your small speaker out, connecting your phone to it to play music. Getting started; you move all of your clothes into your dresser. You have a few perfumes and lotions that you place on top. A few pairs of shoes, you place in your closet. After emptying all of your bags, you're left with your journals.
Shortly after the move, you started going to therapy to help cope with things. Your therapist recommended that you write every day, even about the littlest of things. So, you did. Every single day, even when you didn't feel up to it, you made sure to jot down at least something — your feelings, what you did during the day, things you wish to do, etc.
Setting them in the drawer of your nightstand, you move onto your old belongings from when you were just a little girl. You gather the majority of everything, placing it all into several piles. You find yourself smiling at the memories resurfacing from going through it all. Oh, how badly you wish you could just go back.
"Hey." Nate's voice sounds from the doorway. "I brought this."
He holds up what looks to be a photo album. You meet him at your bed, both of you taking a seat as he sets it in between both of you.
"I figured maybe you would want to see some of this."
You eagerly nod, letting him open the album for the two of you to go through it. You find yourself smiling fondly at the old pictures of you guys as a family. There are pictures of you and your dad, you and Nate, Nate and your dad. You can't help but notice that your mother is nowhere to be seen in any of the pictures.
Nate seems to notice your confusion, and elaborates, "So, dad took them all out. It was hard for him; he was really mad at her. We still have them, I'm pretty sure they're just packed away in the garage with the rest of her stuff."
You nod, understanding that things had to have been difficult. You continue to go through the pictures, laughing together and commenting on every memory. However, soon enough, you're also nowhere to be found.
Your smile soon fades as you go through the pictures of your dad and Nate. From Halloween to baseball games, to dad teaching him how to golf. You even see a picture of Nate at graduation, and it brings a grave feeling to your gut. You've missed out on so much, and there's no getting it back.
Swallowing the pain, you point to a group photo of people you don't recognize. "Who are they?"
"They are my best friends." Nate smiles brightly. "They're triplets. That's Nick, Matt, and Chris. I met them in middle school, we played hockey together."
"Triplets, huh?" You say, "That's a new one."
"Yeah, they're amazing. Never a dull moment with them, that's for sure. They're pretty wild to be honest."
You give him a smile, "That's good. I'm glad you have good friends; you guys seem like you have a good relationship."
"It's awesome." He nods in agreement, "Actually, they want to meet you."
"Me?" You question, incredulously. "They know about me?"
"Really?" Nate gapes, "Of course they know about you. You're my sister, and they're my best friends. I talk about you nonstop."
Unable to help yourself, you're leaning over to pull him into a hug. He's always been the sweetest. He knows exactly what to say almost all the time.
"So, are you down?" He asks as you both part from the hug.
Your eyes widen, "Right now?"
He shrugs with a grin, "Yeah, why not?"
"O-okay." You agree, mirroring his shrug.
He pulls out his phone to presumably text them and have them come over. The two of you go downstairs before he leads you to the backdoor.
"They usually just come straight to the back, so we can just hangout out here if that's cool with you."
You hum in approval, already making your way around the backyard. Nate props his phone up against a flowerpot, running out into the yard with you.
"My sister's back!" He cheers, jumping on your back.
You stumble a bit, caught off guard, laughter pouring out of you as you quickly catch him. You turn towards his phone, a giant smile on your face. You're filled with a happiness you haven't felt in so long.
"I'm back." You copy, giving the camera a thumbs up.
He slides off of your back, picking you up and twirling you around. You let out a small yelp, joyous sounds floating in the air from the both of you. The two of you throw your arms up, cheering like maniacs, just like old times.
Your movement halts as you hear a car pull over the gravel in the driveway. Several car doors open and shut, before quick footsteps make their way to the back gate.
You're suddenly extremely nervous, bringing your hands together in front of you. Your breath catches in your throat when you see a hand reach over to pull the latch. You feel like a deer caught in headlights, unsure of your next move. Your heart races in your chest, and it's confusing to you. You're just meeting your brother's friends; it should never be this serious. But for some reason, as you listen to the creaky hinges swing the door open, you're met with a wave of undeniable tension.
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a/n : sort of a lil cliffhangerrr lol. gotta keep yall on your toes :-)
summary : you move back home with your brother and click with his friends, though the tension is high with matt and it turns into something more
warnings : brothers best friend trope, slow burn, tension, sneaky relationship, swearing, eventual smut, slight traumatic past relationship with reader’s mother, and probably some other stuff
a/n : hiii! so, this is my first actual series.. idk how long it will be, it really just depends on how you guys like it. i appreciate feedback always xx
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The world around you seems to fade away, a dull buzzing echoing in your ears. Your eyes burn with seemingly invisible tears as you stare off into the distance, a somber expression overtaking your features. You fail to process the chatter and movement occurring around you, too preoccupied by the overwhelming change you’re currently forced to endure.
You swallow the lump in your throat and close your eyes, trying to gather yourself and your spiraling thoughts. You have never been good with change, and only once before have you been put in an all too similar predicament.
Taking a deep breath, you turn your head to gaze out of the window. White, fluffy clouds hang just beneath you, showcasing a dark city sparkling with various lights. Taking in the new area, you’re immediately brought back to how this all started.
Life has been anything but fulfilling. Ever since you were younger, you had been craving the love you get with family. However, your mother had deprived you of it.
You used to be happy, back when you were just a little girl. Your parents, you, and your brother, Nate, all lived together as one big happy family. At least once a week, the four of you would go out and do something fun with each other — whether it be the zoo, an amusement park, shopping, a picnic — it was always something to ensure you spent time together and encourage a healthy development.
You didn’t have a worry in the world, until it all came crashing down. Next thing you knew, you were on a flight to Nevada.
You were ripped from your dad and brother at such a young age, for reasons still unknown to this day. A big part of you despised your mother for taking you from your family, especially when she was incapable of giving you the love you needed as a child.
You cried and begged her to tell you what was going on, but she was adamant about you staying in a child’s place, and that this was better for the two of you. Any time you kept up with the questions and concerns, it was as if she turned into a whole other person. She’d become very aggressive, and so, to avoid her wrath, you just stopped altogether.
You were forced to start a new school, make new friends, and completely forget about your family back in Boston. Of course, that was easier said than done.
You’d cry yourself to sleep every single night, wanting nothing more than to get back on the plane and go home, even if it meant going without your mother.
She changed. She became something you didn’t recognize. The soft, caring, and loving mom you once had was overtaken by a cold, mean, and almost lifeless exterior. The relationship between both of you dwindled into nothing but resentment and bitterness.
Growing up without your father was hard. He was always so good to you, being everything you ever needed as a dad. He was a good man to your family, neighbors, and anyone he ever came across. You’re unsure of what happened between him and your mom, but you couldn’t see him as anything other than what he’s been.
Losing Nate was by far the hardest. He was your best friend, your other half. The two of you were as thick as thieves, always at each other’s hips. You shared everything with each other, there wasn’t a single secret between you. You turned to him for everything, and he was always so supportive and understanding, even at your young age. You were never as happy and full of life as you were when you were with him. Being without him was unbearable. You felt like you couldn’t breathe, as if there was an invisible lifeline keeping you connected, and being ripped away to Nevada severed it.
You often wondered if he still thinks about you. Was it as hard for him as it was for you? Did he move on with ease? Did he find new friends to replace you? Does he have a new sibling?
You’ve wanted so bad to reach out to them, to tell them you miss them and you’re sorry, but your mother always made it impossible. She did any and everything she could to prevent you from contacting them.
However, with the sudden turn of events, you’re now all alone on a plane, flying back to a place that holds sentimental memories, and you’re unsure of what it’s going to bring you.
“Ladies and gentlemen, US Air welcomes you to Boston, Massachusetts. The local time is 6:47 PM—” Is spoken over the intercom, causing a dreaded feeling to brew in your stomach.
You’re beyond nervous, and your mind is racing with overwhelming thoughts. Do they hate you? Do they blame you for mom leaving? Do they even want you to come back? Should you have stayed in Nevada on your own? Do they even know why you’re coming back?
You seem to be moving on autopilot, because the next thing you know, you’re at bag pick up to receive your luggage, and the atmosphere is filled with a loud environment. Your heart is thumping quickly in your chest, your body ridded with anxiety. You’re unsure of what to even do with yourself at this point.
“Y/N?”
You freeze in place, eyes wide as goosebumps line your skin. You can practically feel the hairs on the back of your neck stand up. The uneasy feeling in your stomach worsens, and you’re actually terrified to turn around.
But you do.
“It’s you.” The same voice repeats.
You’re met with two people, and though it’s been quite some time, you recognize them instantly. Your breath catches in your throat, and tears well up in your eyes as you take them in.
“Oh my god.” Your dad cries as Nate rushes to you.
Your body is hit with a strong force as Nate yanks you into a hug. You suddenly snap out of it and reciprocate the hug, squeezing for dear life. Your dad is instantly joining, the three of you rocking back in forth as you cry.
It doesn’t feel real. This moment is what you’ve dreamed of almost every night since you’ve been gone. You’ve longed for this. Your heart has been so heavy for years on end, and this is exactly what you needed for that weight to lift.
“Oh my god, it’s really you.” Nate whispers, cradling you into his arms. “You’re really here.”
“It’s me.” You choke out through tears, “I’m here.”
pairing. christopher sturniolo x fem!reader
genre. fluff, smut
word count. 7.1k
❝this is a wedding! i'm trying to be classy today!❞
content warnings. plot with smut, explicit content, sex with a stranger(?), oral (male receiving), unprotected sex, bathroom sex, riding, dirty talk,
authors note. not sure if i wrote chris well :/ but first chris fic on the blog yay, i hope you enjoy
You remember the first day you met Jennie: her soft hair curled in waves down her back, the rosy red tint on the apples of her cheeks from the cold weather, and how her smile and eyes gleamed when she introduced her twelve-year-old self to you at the playground. She was dressed in a sage green sweatshirt and jeans, and even though it was a simple outfit choice, you couldn’t deny how gorgeous she looked in it.
You remember the first day you witnessed Jennie suffer through her first heartbreak; her hair thrown up messily with strands framing her face, her eyes were puffy and wet, and her chapped lips were curled into a frown. She had a sage green blanket wrapped around her form as she sat in her room, surrounded by endless amounts of tissues that were scattered from the door to her bed.
It’s crazy, you thought. Even at that moment, she still looked gorgeous.
You remember the first day Jennie had met ‘the one’: her hair tied back into a sleek ponytail, her eyes adorned with glittery makeup, and her lips full and glossy. She wore sage green jewellery that dangled from her ears and around her neck. Her cheeks were flushed a soft pink as she locked eyes with a man at the grocery store, and a shy grin formed on her lips as she kept her gaze on his, completely mesmerised by his appearance. Despite her nervousness, she still looked gorgeous.
Today will be another unforgettable day—her wedding day.
You’re captivated by her beauty: her hair is curled in waves down her back, just like the day you first met her, with strands framing her face. Her makeup is light and gentle, her eyes shining with excitement as she patiently waits for the makeup artist to apply the finishing touches. Her body is covered in the most beautiful sage green wedding dress you have ever seen.
“Are you going to cry?” Jennie’s voice teases you as she meets your eyes in the reflection of the mirror, and her bottom lip forms into a playful pout. “Because if you start crying, I’ll start crying.”
The makeup artist tuts, pointing her brush at you warningly. “No crying.”
You laugh and gently pat under your eyes, hoping not to feel any moisture. “I’m not going to cry. You look gorgeous, that’s all.”
“Thank you,” Jennie smiles softly in response to the compliment, expressing her appreciation. She also gives a quiet thanks to the makeup artist who had just finished touching up her face. Jennie leans forward to take a good look at herself in the mirror, pleased with the results. “My mother wasn’t too happy about me going for a coloured theme instead of the traditional white wedding, though.”
“It’s your wedding. You do whatever you want,” You reassure her, briefly glancing down at your silk, cream bridesmaid dress and smoothing your hands over the material. “Sage green has always been your colour, anyways. I would’ve been surprised if it wasn’t included in your wedding.”
Jennie beams in response, “Right! But on top of that, my dad wasn’t happy either. He wanted a traditional wedding in a church… He’s not exactly thrilled to be invited to his only child greenhouse wedding.”
“This wedding is for you and Justin, not your parents,” You say with a straight face, clearly not impressed with her parents' thoughts towards the special day. “If anyone needs to be happy and satisfied, it’s you two.”
“Well, I would be even happier if you brought a date—”
You interject, deadpanning, “Are you seriously bringing this up again?”
“It’s my wedding!” Jennie whines, turning around in her chair to face you with a pout. “How could you not bring a date? What happened to the guy you were speaking to on Tinder? I thought things were going well with him!”
You immediately scoff at the mention of him, shaking your head. “He was completely obsessed with talking about himself that I could barely get a word in, and he was constantly glued to his phone, looking at his ex-girlfriend’s social media posts. Hard pass.”
Jennie purses her lips in deep thought, absentmindedly playing with the end of her curls as she contemplates. You observe her, knowing that look all too well—the look of an idea brewing in her head or a plan already forming.
You prepare yourself to immediately disagree with whatever she’s about to suggest. However, before anything spills out, the door to the room slides open, revealing Jennie’s mother, who gasps at the sight of her daughter.
Taking it as your cue to give them some privacy, you announce quietly that you’re going to step outside for some fresh air. You briefly greet Jennie’s mother, offering a gentle rub on her arm as you pass by, and allow the door to slide shut behind you.
You take this as your cue to leave, wanting the two to be alone and experience a moment together. You mumble to Jennie that you’re going to step outside for some fresh air before giving a quick greeting to her mother, rubbing her arm gently as you slip past, allowing the door to slide shut behind you.
The exhale you breathe out is deep, and your heels click against the marble flooring of the building as you make your way outside and into the sun, the warm rays shining down, and you shield your eyes with your hand to block the bright beams. You gaze over at the greenhouse conservatory where guests are mingling outside or taking their seats inside.
A smile forms on your face as you spot familiar faces, waving to a few old classmates Jennie had invited, and you begin to walk towards them, intending to give them a warm welcome. But as you take a step forward, your right foot twists beneath you, your heel becoming lodged in a crack in the concrete below.
You smile when you see a few people you recognise, waving at a few old classmates that Jennie had invited and you go to walk towards them to give them all a proper welcome, until your right foot twists beneath you, your heel getting caught in the crack of the concrete below you.
A panicked ‘Holy shit!’ escapes from the side, and a hand reaches out, grabbing hold of your bicep to steady you and prevent any further damage. You wince at the slight twinge of pain in your ankle, but you’re relieved to find that nothing seems to be broken when you look down. You mutter curses under your breath for wearing heels that you’re not used to walking in.
You turn your head to thank your rescuer, expecting to see them chuckling at your clumsiness, but you’re taken aback when you see a boy with messy, brunette hair staring at you with wide, startled light blue eyes and his mouth agape.
His attractive appearance catches your attention, and since he’s an unfamiliar face, you’re intrigued to know who he is and what connection he might have to the wedding. But before you can utter a word, he breaks the silence between you both.
“You literally almost died.”
Your brow raises in amusement, “That’s a little dramatic.”
“No, I’m dead serious. It was a Final Destination moment waiting to happen. Ankle snapped in half, face smashed to the ground, all mangled, blood everything… I swear, I had the visions, dude.”
You blink, taken aback by his vivid imagination. “You have an interesting way with words.”
The corner of his lips curls into a mischievous grin. “And you have an interesting way of walking.”
“Touché,” You respond, pursing your lips as you glance down at your heels with a soft hum. “I blame them. They’re difficult to walk in.”
He chuckles, his eyes lingering on your heels for a moment, “I mean, I’d be nice and offer to swap but, uh, I don’t think your shoes go with my outfit.”
You playfully raise an eyebrow at him, taking the opportunity to thoroughly check him out. His white dress shirt is neatly tucked into his black trousers, accentuating his slim waist. His black blazer is left unbuttoned, and the matching coloured tie lays clean and ironed against his chest.
You can’t help but grin, “I don’t know… I think you’d look pretty good in a pair of heels.”
He bursts into genuine laughter, a faint blush colouring his cheeks as he runs his fingers through his hair. He then extends his hand towards you, introducing himself as Chris. You smile and take his hand in yours, introducing yourself in return, and the sound of him softly repeating your name sends a pleasant shiver down your spine.
Chris goes on to explain that he’s one of Justin’s brothers and also one of the best men chosen, mentioning that he’s the youngest triplet. You share with him how you know Jennie and that you’re her only bridesmaid, filling him in on the little details.
He listens intently as you explain your long-standing friendship with Jennie, smiling warmly at you and even adding his own comments about when he first met her, and how well she and Justin are matched, to which you instantly agree.
The conversation between you both flows so smoothly that you’re almost shocked, unable to fully understand how you can feel so comfortable and compatible with someone you’ve just met—you more or less wish you had met someone like Chris on Tinder instead.
“I think the ceremony is about to start,” Chris announces, glancing at his phone to check the time and the messages flooding his screen. He pockets his phone and wets his lips, a grin spreading across his face. He extends his arm towards you, offering it to you. “Can I walk you inside? You know, just in case you trip over your heels again or something.”
Feeling a bit shy but unable to contain your own grin, you nod in agreement. You slide your arm through his, your hand resting against his bicep. “Just in case, of course.”
The ceremony unfolded before your eyes, and it became the most beautiful moment you’ve ever witnessed.
Tears well up in your eyes as you watch Jennie make her way down the white carpeted aisle, arm in arm with her father, and a radiant smile gracing her lips. She looks absolutely stunning.
The second wave of emotion hits you as you witness the love and happiness between Jennie and Justin. Their whispered vows, the tender embrace, and the loving kiss they share leave you and many others in tears. The guests join in with boisterous claps and heartfelt cheers, celebrating their union.
And then the third, and thankfully final, wave of tears washes over you as the triplets take the stage for their best men’s speech. Chris, in his touching words, comments on the beauty of Jennie and the ceremony. Matt chimes in, expressing that in all the years of being Justin’s brother, he has never seen him this happy, thanking Jennie for the permanent smile on his face. Nick follows suit, expressing his eternal gratitude to her for bringing happiness to his brother’s life.
Third, and thankfully final, wave of waterworks happened when the triplets began their best-men speech, how Chris commented on how beautiful Jennie and the ceremony was, and how Matt was the one to claim that in the many years of being Justin’s brother, he has never seen him this happy and that the permanent smile on his face was all thanks to Jennie, to which Nick followed through and admitted how eternally grateful he would be for her giving his brother his happiness.
You weren’t going to cry again, although the food served at dinner tasted delicious, and you resist the urge to kneel down and praise the chefs for their outstanding work. Instead, you keep your emotions at bay and thank them as they come to clear the plates from your table.
Tess, a shared friend of yours and Jennie’s, strikes up a conversation with you during dinner, reminiscing on past memories and current. Then her eyes get fixed on the happy couple mingling with Justin’s family, and she comments;
“You know, I always knew Jennie would be the first one from our class to get married. I just didn’t expect it to be with someone slightly older,” Tess smacks her red, painted lips together and takes a sip of her wine, nursing the glass in her hand. “She’s always had this aura about her, you know? Meeting the perfect guy young, falling in love, getting married in her twenties, living in a fancy home with a white picket fence, husband, kids—maybe even a dog or two. God, I wish I had my life planned out like that.”
You raise an eyebrow and offer a gentle reminder, “Well, nothing is stopping you. How are things going with you and Ryan?”
Tess gives you a look, “Do you see a ring on my hand?”
“Not yet,” A chuckle leaves your lips, pushing Tess’s hand out of your face as she waves it in front of you.
She laughs, retracting her hand back to tuck her hair behind her ears. “What about you? Have you been seeing anyone recently?”
“No,” You can’t help but sound a bit bitter as you respond, not in the mood to recount the string of disappointing Tinder dates and unsatisfying hookups that have left you feeling frustrated. “I’m going to live a miserable single life. Maybe I’ll get a dog to make me feel less lonely.”
“The last time we spoke, you were seeing Jennie’s cousin, right? Was his name Liam?” His name makes you grimace and Tess snorts, covering her mouth to conceal the rest of her amusement. “Was it that bad?”
“To be fair, he did warn me that us fucking in his apartment would be risky because of his roommate being there.”
Tess’s brows furrowed in confusion, “What do you mean? Does his roommate never leave the apartment?”
You let out a frustrated wail, frowning at the memory. “No! They share a fucking room. Their beds are literally pressed together, toe to toe!” Tess is unable to control her laughter now, almost spitting her wine across the table as she splutters, but you take no notice as you shiver at the memory. “They turned their perfectly capable extra bedroom into a makeshift gym… it was scary.”
“Please, your dates can’t be all that bad,” Tess says, and you almost break into the story of your much recent date that you had explained to Jennie prior, but your attention is drawn to a soft call of your name. You turn in your seat to see Chris standing behind you, wearing a boyish yet kind grin on his lips.
It takes you an embarrassing amount of time to realise that he’s asking if the chairs beside you are free, and you nod dumbly, offering him a smile as you expect him to grab the vacant chair and take it wherever he needs to go. But to your surprise, Chris slides the chair out from beneath the table and sits beside you.
He begins to explain, “Justin and Jennie are talking with her family. Nick is taking pictures, and Matt’s with our parents. It was getting a little boring over there, so I hope you don’t mind me bothering you instead.”
“Not at all,” You smile warmly at him, “The speech was amazing, by the way.”
Tess chimes in without missing a beat, her tone teasing. “She cried,” She nods towards you, and you playfully nudge her with your shoulder. “But she’s right, though. You and your brothers did a great job with the speeches.”
Chris grins in response, running his fingers through his hair to push the curls away from his face. You can’t help but admire the sight, a desire to reach out and run your own fingers through his locks briefly crossing your mind. But you keep your hands occupied with holding your wine glass, maintaining a respectful distance.
Tess’s boyfriend, Ryan, soon joins the table, and he immediately strikes up a conversation with Chris. The two of them engage in a series of discussions and topics that leave Chris laughing loudly, unable to keep himself upright, his shoulder brushing against yours every so often, and you can’t help but feel flustered as his warmth radiates towards you.
You are so embarrassingly touch starved.
As the conversation continues, Ryan suddenly excuses himself, mentioning that he’ll treat the entire table to drinks. Chris offers to accompany him, and he dips his head low in your direction to quietly ask about your drink preference, but Ryan’s hand clamps down on Chris’s shoulder, assuring him that he knows everyone’s favourite drinks. With a firm tug, Ryan pulls Chris towards the bar, leaving you momentarily disappointed and longing for more interactions with him.
Tess observes the duo walking towards the bar, wearing a mischievous smirk on her face. She then shifts her gaze to you and comments, “He’s cute. Like, really cute.”
You nod, a light laugh escaping your lips. “I know,” You admit, your voice filled with amusement. “I actually met him earlier. He saved me from tripping over these heels like an idiot.”
“Wow… so, you literally fell for him.”
“Funny,” You snort, finding her words amusing. Finishing the last sip of your wine, you place the empty glass on the table and wipe the corner of your lips with a napkin. Your attention shifts towards the bar, where Chris and Ryan are engrossed in conversation, both laughing. “Fuck,” You mutter softly. “He really is cute.”
“Ask for his number,” Tess suggests, “Or bring him home with you later. Keep your bed warm.”
You playfully gasp in response, “This is a wedding! I’m trying to be classy today.”
“Oh, I’m far from classy,” Tess scoffs, sending a sultry look towards Ryan, who meets her eyes from across the room and winks at her. “I almost jumped Ryan outside when I saw him dressed in the suit.”
You burst into laughter at Tess’s comment, but before you can fully respond, Chris and Ryan return back to the table, carrying a tray of drinks. They distribute the beverages, and you patiently wait your turn, smiling at Chris as he takes his seat beside you, holding two glasses of red wine in his hand.
He hands one over to you, “You cool with red wine?”
You hum, taking the glass between your fingers with a smile. “I’m cool.”
Chris returns your smile, his grin widening as his tongue darts out to wet his bottom lip. “Cool.”
The drinks start to flow through your system, and soon you find yourself becoming increasingly tipsy and talkative. Engaging in lively conversations with the table, the topics range from various subjects to the details of the wedding itself. Jennie and Justin finally join in, accompanied by Nick and Matt.
Chris, too, seems to be in a similar state of tipsiness, becoming more talkative and touchy.
You don’t mind when you feel Chris unintentionally lean against you, his body pressing lightly to yours as he listens intently to Jennie she speaks. He hangs onto her every word, his laughter filling the air whenever Justin interjects with a joke or flirty comment, or when Matt and Nick chime in with their own commentary.
During this interaction, you can’t help but notice how animated Chris becomes when he speaks. His hands are in constant motion, emphasising his points, clapping them together, or even slamming them down on surfaces when something particularly funny is said.
You’re taken aback when Chris dramatically sighs in response to one of his brothers’ teasing and drops his hands, unintentionally resting them on your thigh. The warmth of his palm against your skin and the gentle tapping of his fingers send a rush of sensations through you. It’s a moment that catches your full attention, leaving you unsure of how to react.
Chris seems oblivious to what he’s done, perhaps too caught up in the conversation or the effects of the drinks. You contemplate whether to subtly let him know or allow the touch to continue, as you find yourself enjoying the comforting and slightly arousing sensation. It feels nice, and a part of you doesn’t want it to end.
You bite back any type of response or comment, and you hide your grin behind the rim of your wine glass, taking a sip while ignoring Tess’s lingering gaze and her teasing nudge against your side. Jennie also catches on quickly, wiggling her eyebrows in your direction before leaning into Justin’s ear to whisper something.
You resist the urge to roll your eyes when Justin gazes at you, likely picking up on the situation as well.
The attention shifts away from the two of you and back to the ongoing conversation, allowing you to exhale deeply, relieved that the focus has been diverted.
However, Chris notices your sigh and leans in close, his warm breath brushing against your ear as he whispers in concern. “You good? Did you have too much to drink or something?”
You turn to face him with a smile, assuring him, “I’m okay.” His worry immediately fades as he returns your smile.
Just as he’s about to say something else, a small movement causes his hand to shift on your lap. Chris’s head drops down, his eyes widening comically as he realises where his hand has been this entire time.
“Oh shit,” He slowly withdraws his hand, “Oh. Wow. Damn. I’m so sorry, I didn’t—”
“It’s okay,” You interrupt, wanting to ease any embarrassment or discomfort he may be feeling. You gather your courage and place your hand on top of his, causing his hand to settle back onto your thigh. You notice his throat bob as he swallows, his eyebrow twitching as his gaze shifts between your hands and your eyes. Wanting to reassure him, you repeat, “It’s okay.”
“Yeah? You sure?” Chris asks, and despite wanting to make sure you were fully okay with the situation, he turns his hand beneath yours, palm to palm, his fingers twitching with the urge to intertwine.
But you take the initiative and lace your fingers together, holding his hand firmly in your grasp. Chris bites down on his cheek and glances away, unable to hide the goofy smile that spreads across his lips, and his grip tightens on your hand, his thumb gently grazing across your knuckles. he turns his hand around beneath yours, palm to palm, his fingers twitching against your own as he was desperate to lace them together, but it was you who took that initiative.
“Oh. I love this song!” Jennie exclaims loudly at the sound of a familiar song playing in the venue, drawing everyone's attention to the dance floor. She pulls Justin up with her and looks over at you. “You coming?”
You find yourself torn between wanting to dance and not wanting to let go of Chris’s hand just yet, and a sense of selfishness washes over you.“You go dance together. I’m going to finish up my drink.”
Jennie smirks and sends a sly wink your way before she and Justin make their way to the dance floor. Meanwhile, Ryan stands up with Tess on his arm and asks Chris if he’s coming too. Chris hesitates for a moment before declining, his hand subtly squeezing yours beneath the table, a small gesture that doesn’t go unnoticed.
Ryan shrugs and accepts Chris’s decision, along with Matt and Nick, as they all head towards the dance floor. Nick, in particular, cranes his head back towards you and Chris, giving his brother a cheesy thumbs up to which you almost snort at.
As you watch the guests on the dance floor, a feeling of warmth fills your heart. The happiness radiates from the people around you, especially Jennie and Justin, who are wrapped up in each other’s arms, sharing whispered words and sweet kisses.
Lost in your observation, you fail to notice Chris trying to get your attention amidst the music. It’s only when he leans in close, his voice hushed, that you become aware of his attempt to talk to you. Struggling to hear him, you lean in ever closer, feeling a shiver run down your neck as his warm breath brushes against your skin. He asks if he can have your number.
For a quick moment, you’re stunned by his request, caught off guard by the sudden turn of events. However, you quickly regain your composure and nod your head in agreement, a smile forming on your lips. Chris wastes no time, swiftly retrieving his phone from his pocket with his free hand as the other remains intertwined with yours.
He hands you his phone, already unlocked and ready for you to put in your number. You can’t help but smile even wider as you type in your name and number, playfully adding a heart emoji to your contact information. Chris grins upon seeing it, and you notice in surprise that he doesn’t even attempt to remove the heart or replace it with a different emoji. He simply shuts off his phone and pockets it, leaving the heart intact.
A comfortable silence settles between the two of you as you bask in each other’s company, listening to the music, watching others dance and mingle around you. You’re typically the first one on the dance floor, letting the rhythm and the music move you. But right now, you’re content sitting beside the cute boy with your hands locked together.
Curiosity gets the best of you, and you decide to break the silence as you ask, “So, how come you didn’t want to dance?” You glance at him, taking a sip of your wine..
“I’m fine right here,” He replies, shrugging his shoulders nonchalantly. “Why didn’t you want to dance?”
You muster up the courage to be bold with your answer, “Because I didn’t want to let go of your hand.”
“Wow,” Chris’s laughter fills the air, and he unconsciously swipes his tongue across his bottom lip as he tries to conceal his obvious grin. “You’re bold,” He says. “You kind of make me feel nervous sometimes.”
Raising an eyebrow, you press,, “A good nervous or a bad nervous?”
Chris exhales deeply, a genuine smile finally breaking through as he meets your gaze, “A really good nervous,”
Feeling more confident in yourself, you lean in closer to Chris, pressing your side against his. He laughs and allows you to do as you please, his fingers squeezing around your own in response. The close proximity between you both makes him feel a little hot beneath the collar.
Lost in the moment and distracted by you, Chris forgets that he’s still holding his glass in his other hand. As your face draws closer, his teeth biting down on his bottom lip, he accidentally loosens his grip on the stem of the glass when your nose brushes against his.
The drink spills over his lap, causing him to let out a surprised noise and jerk back in shock. He quickly releases your hand to grab the now half-empty glass, staring at the mess he’s created, a slight pink hue colouring his cheeks.
Chris is clearly embarrassed, sitting in stunned silence, not uttering a single word as he assesses the damage. Meanwhile, you gasp loudly, your hand flying to cover your mouth in shock.
Apologies spill out of you in rapid speed as you realise the consequences of your actions, blaming yourself for diverting Chris’s attention and causing the spill. You hastily grab a napkin from the table, tapping his lap in an attempt to dry his pants, all while continuing to whisper your sorrys. Despite the fact that his pants are black and won’t show a stain, you still feel responsible and guilty.
Chris’s eyes widen as he watches you, body frozen and his mouth dry as he feels your touch pressing against him. He’s unable to move or speak, caught off guard when he feels you press against his cock. It’s only when you start to wipe that he finally reacts, snatching your wrist in his grasp and emitting a choked groan.
“I’m good,” He strains, his voice tight as he tries to regain his composure. You immediately pull back once you realise how you were touching him. Embarrassed, you remain silent, unable to meet his eyes as you look away, avoiding any further interaction despite the thought of making him hard just from some mere touching leaves an ache between your legs, and you press your thighs together as you clear your throat.
Desperate to change the topic or find an escape route from the embarrassment, you suggest getting Chris another drink, glancing at his half-empty glass and then at the bar. However, Chris interrupts you before you can finish your offer, coughing and shaking his head.
“No, it’s good, you’re fine,” He insists, clearing his throat and shifting in his seat, pulling at his blazer to hide the bulge forming in his pants. “I’m, like, sorry… by the way.”
Quickly, you reassure him that he doesn’t need to apologise, taking the blame upon yourself for distracting him and causing the drink to spill.
“I wasn’t talking about that,” Chris cuts you off once again, making it clear that he’s referring to something else entirely. You swallow thickly, realising what he’s alluding to, and you shake your head, wanting to assure him that it’s okay. However, he continues, stumbling over his words. “I’m talking about me—okay, shit, look. It just happens, you know, and when you were touching me—”
You interrupt him this time, “It’s flattering, really,” you admit with a small chuckle to escape. “It’s fine, I promise. I’m sorry for touching you, though. I was only trying to help… and I understand that it's a totally normal reaction, so don’t worry. It’s cute.”
Chris stares at your face in silence for a moment before responding in a lighthearted tone. “Did you just call me getting hard cute?”
You grimace at your choice of words, “Pretend you didn’t hear that. I don’t know what I’m talking about.”
Before you can start rambling and making excuses for your mistake, your voice trails off as you feel Chris’s hand slide back into yours. His fingers intertwined with yours, and you bite back a gasp as he gently guides your intertwined hands back to his lap, causally resting the back of your hand against the bulge in his pants. It makes your head spin.
You need him—no, you want him.
The thoughts that run through your mind and the needy ache between your legs has you desperate to be touched, to be fucked, all by him.
“I need to go to the bathroom,” You announce, noticing the rejected look on Chris’s face as he loosens his hold on your hand. However, you quickly tighten your grip, not wanting to let go. “Do you want to come with me?”
Chris looks confused. “What? To the bathroom?”
“Yes.”
“Do you, like, need help peeing or something?” Chris asks, unsure of your intentions.
“No, I don’t need to pee,” You can’t help but laugh, causing Chris to give you a puzzled look. Your attention is fully on him now, your eyes dark and tone sultry. “I just really want to go to the bathroom.”
“Oh…” Chris blinks, his eyebrows knitting together as he’s even more confused. But then, it all seems to dawn on him what you’re hinting towards, and his eyebrows raise slightly. “Oh.”
“So,” Your voice is laced with anticipation. “Do you want to come to the bathroom with me?”
Chris nods eagerly, his grip on your hand tightening. “Yeah, yeah, let’s go.”
You pull Chris up from his seat as soon as he gives you the confirmation you’ve been waiting for and you navigate through the crowded dance floor, heading towards the bathroom area.
Chris is hot on your heels, his hand still tightly clasped in yours, and almost tripping over his own shoes due to the speed you’re walking in, and him trying to keep up with you, ensuring not to stray too far from each other.
Unbeknownst to you, Justin and Jennie watch with amused smirks on their faces, exchanging celebratory fist bumps before sharing a sweet kiss of their own.
Finally reaching the bathroom area, Chris chuckles deeply as you yank him inside a vacant stall, closing and locking the door behind you. He takes in his surroundings first—the clean white marbled floor and walls painted with green vines.
“Wow,” Chris murmurs, seemingly impressed. “This bathroom is actually pretty neat—what are you doing?”
Your fingers are pulling at the buttons on his pants as you simply state, “I’m going to suck you off.”
“Yeah?” Chris hums, licking at his lips as he watches you drop to your knees, and his eyebrows pull together in concern when he notices your bridesmaid dress is wrinkling and losing its pristine condition. “What about your dress?”
“You’re worried about my dress? That’s cute,” You smile up at him. You free his cock from his trousers and boxers, and you wrap your fingers around the base which causes him to hiss through his teeth at the contact. “I don’t really care about my dress right now. All I care about is making you feel good.”
“Alright,” Chris slumps down on the closed lid of the toilet seat, tucking his bottom lip between his teeth as he looks down at you with hazy vision. “Go on. Do what you want.”
The moment he gives you the permission, you take him into your mouth, and a string of curse words leaves his lips, running his fingers through his hair as he stares down at you.
His cock feels hot and heavy on your tongue, and you take him down your throat, sucking him in and squeezing your fingers around the base that you struggle to fit all the way into your mouth. He’s big, bigger than you expected, and it drives you wild—the ache in between your legs becoming almost unbearable, but you want to play with him a little longer, to taste him more.
With Chris watching you through lidded eyes, it fuels you to put on a show for him, and that’s exactly what you do. You pull back, close your lips around his tip, sucking and using your tongue around his sensitive head. He’s panting above you, a throaty moan leaving him when you take him deeper into your mouth, jerking him off with each twist of your fist.
“You can touch me,” You remind him, a string of spit connecting from your lips to the tip of his cock when you move back to catch your breath. “Touch me, Chris.”
“Man, you’re insane,” Chris laughs deeply, and his hand comes down to rest on the back of your head. His fingers thread your through hair, gripping at the roots as he pushes you further down on his cock, and you gag a little when he hits the back of your throat so suddenly. But you breathe steadily through your nose, hollowing your cheeks around him, drool seeping past your lips. “Fucking filthy girl.”
You hum around his cock at his words, and you shuffle closer to kneel better between his open legs. The slight sting on your scalp from his tight grip on your hair urges you to do better, to give him everything you've got. The burn in the back of your throat is pleasurable and you moan, causing his hips to jerk forward at the vibration, and you take him in deeper.
“Oh, fuck me,” Chris grunts, pushing your head down. “Fuck. Just like that—god.”
You pull off of him with a lewd pop, and you use your hand to jerk him off as your glossy lips form into a sweet smile. “You’re noisy, you know.”
“What do you expect?” Chris hums with a lighthearted laugh, and his hand comes down from the top of your head to caress your cheek, his thumb pulling at your bottom lip. “I got a pretty girl on her knees in front of me sucking my cock, the fuck am I supposed to do?”
Your heart swells in your chest as you repeat, “Pretty girl?”
“Yeah,” Chris nods, grinning down at you. “The prettiest, ma.”
The choked groan that leaves him when you let go of his cock almost makes you take him into your hands again, but you’re too needy for him now—desperate to be filled by him.
Usually, you would scold yourself for allowing such a bare minimum compliment to get you so hot and bothered, but you didn’t care, not when it sounded so fucking good coming from him.
Chris watches with wild eyes as you yank your underwear down your legs, discarding them to the side and bunching the hem of your dress up to your waist as you ease yourself down on his lap. One of his hands comes to rest at your hip, and the other grips your jaw, finally bringing you in for a first kiss.
The kiss is sweet at first—soft and delicate, and Chris even takes a moment to lean back to gaze at your face with a small grin on his face. The grip he has on your jaw tightens a little, causing your lips to pucker up and he hums, nose brushing against yours before he claims your lips again.
This time, it’s more frantic. You’re biting at his bottom lip, his tongue dips into your mouth, teeth clashing, and his hands move to fist the material of your dress, bunching it higher over your hips as your own hand dips between your body to line his cock at your entrance, and you sink down onto him.
Chris grunts into your mouth while you moan, the feeling of him filling you so deep making your toes curl. Your arms wind around his shoulders to keep yourself steady as you leisurely bounce on his lap, and Chris’s grip is tight on your hips as he thrusts up into you.
He’s kissing you breathless, and you’re too drunk on his lips and cock to pull away for air. You lace your fingers through his curls as you fuck youtself down on him, putting all of your energy in riding him and it’s Chris that breaks the kiss to curse loudly with a moan, panting as he stares at you with wide eyes and red, swollen lips.
“You feel good,” Chris grunts. You clamp around him, whining softly at his compliment. “Fuck, ma… you’re so fucking tight f’me.”
“You’re being noisy again.” You repeat from before in a teasing tone, even though you’re not particularly quiet yourself. You’re unable to keep your noises at a minimum as you moan loudly when he matches the rhythm of your hips.
Chris laughs, “Shut up.”
Admittedly, you like the way he sounds edging closer and closer to release, and you would like to relish in the sound a little more, but when you hear the bathroom door suddenly open, your eyes widen as your hand flies down from his hair to slap over his mouth to silence him. Chris stares up at you in alarm as someone walks into the stall beside yours.
You’re still lifting and dropping yourself back down on him, and he’s still fucking up into you to keep the pace despite not wanting to get caught. But you’re thankful that whoever is beside you has flushed the toilet the second you let out a wail when his cock hits a spot within you, and Chris is quick to silence you too, pressing his hand over your own mouth and staring into your eyes.
You’re both panting heavily behind each other’s hands, and you can make out the sound of water running from the sink tap before it shuts off, then the bathroom door opens and creaks shut behind them, leaving you both alone once again.
Still, neither of you move your hand, still keeping each other silent despite the muffled noises you’re both making.
You feel yourself getting closer and closer to your orgasm, and you wonder if Chris feels the same. You get the answer when his eyes roll to the back of his head as he groans, his hand falling from your mouth to hold your waist and pull you down onto him.
As your hand moves from his mouth to touch his face, Chris finally speaks, “I’m gonna cum.”
“Me too,” You agree, exhaling deeply. “Cum. Cum inside me.”
The corner of Chris’s lips twitch upwards, “Yeah? You want that?”
You nod eagerly, “Yes. Please. Fill me up.”
“Fuck, alright.” Chris grunts, lurching forwards to slot his lips over yours, and his tongue dips into your mouth, gliding with yours as he cums deep within. He keeps moving you against him to reach your own high, and you wail as your orgasm hits you, convulsing around his cock as you hump his lap.
You’re heavily heavily, desperate to catch your breath as you break away from his lips, and he leaves messy, wet kisses down the column of your neck. His hands loosen on your hips to wrap his arms around your waist, holding you close to his chest and yours slide around his shoulders, fingers threading through his hair as your body trembles.
It’s silent between you both as you embrace each other, and Chris is still kissing your neck with his hands rubbing your back comfortingly, and you melt into his arms. You feel relaxed and content, even though you should be both cleaning yourself up and leaving before anyone else could walk in.
“Just so you know, I don’t do this,” Chris mumbles in the crevice of your neck. Your eyebrows knit together, and you arch back to look at his face, and he smiles at your confused expression. “I mean, like, meeting some stranger and hooking up with them. I don’t do that.”
“I don’t either,” You admit, chewing your bottom lip. “I usually go on at least one date before I do that.”
“Noted,” Chris grins sluggishly. “I’ll take you next time.”
His nonchalant tone makes your heart flutter, and you wonder if he knows what he has just said to you, and if he’s serious on potentially seeing you again. You want to question it, or at least have him repeat it, but you keep your lips pressed together when you notice Chris’s attention is brought to the décor of the stall like it was the first time he came in.
“This bathroom is really nice, though. I wonder if Matt and Nick know about this.”
summary : after teasing matt all day, he finally gives in to the temptation during movie night.
warnings : swearing, friends to lovers, fingering, no actual p in v, idk what else
a/n : hiyaaa:) i’m lacking in writing but here’s this, just a quick lil sum. it was requested last year, so sorry 4 the wait!! enjoy x
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Matt’s been trying his absolute hardest to keep a boundary between the two of you, but with the way you seemingly purposely tease him, he’s practically crawling out of his skin. You’ve been going at him all day, and he’s barely holding back.
Every time you talk, you sport a flirty smile and flutter your eyelashes at him. You look so innocent and pure, but he knows that’s far from the truth. The words you speak have him questioning your entire friendship, whether or not there’s something more there.
“Mm, this tastes so good.” You hum, sucking on the tip of the popsicle.
Matt watched you intently, taking in the way you wrap your lips around it. His already stiff cock throbs beneath his pants, just imagining himself in your mouth instead. You’re driving him absolutely mad and he doesn’t know how much more he can take.
“You know what would taste even better?” You question, licking the juice off of your lips.
Matt hums in response.
“You.”
His eyes widen as his head snaps towards you. You’ve got that innocent little grin on your face with your big doe eyes gleaming at him, and he finds himself imagining your face covered in his cum, the thought only intensifying his erection.
He’s at a loss for words, his mind flooded with erotic thoughts as his heart practically beats out of his chest. He can feel his cheeks burn as you stare at him, his mouth opening and closing.
“You guys coming or what?” Chris shouts from the living room.
That seems to snap Matt out of the little trance you put him in as he clears his throat, shaking his head with a small smile. “You’re insane.”
You watch as he heads into the living room, biting your lip to keep grin from growing. You know he’s been struggling with the constant teasing you’ve done all day, you’re just waiting for him to crack. You’ve got him wrapped around your little finger and you love it.
You toss the colored stick from your popsicle into the trash before following him. Nick and Chris occupy one couch, leaving the other for you and Matt, who’s already sprawled out along the whole sofa. You shrug and climb between his legs, leaning your back against his chest. His arms instinctively wrap around your waist, pulling you closer as you settle in.
“Fucking finally.” Nick complains, more than ready to start the movie.
You only let out a small chuckle at his words, pulling a blanket over yourself and Matt. The four of you turn your attention to the tv, ready to be submerged in the horror film.
Some time into the movie, your hands are running up and down matt’s thighs. You don’t put much thought into it, but it’s all Matt can think about. It’s all he can focus on. He starts to wonder if you can feel his stiffy against your back, which you clocked the moment you sat down.
Matt slips his hands under your shirt, slowly caressing your soft skin. You sigh in contentment, enjoying the feeling. He softly grips your curves, gently massaging them, causing you to scoot impossibly closer to him.
This goes on for a minute, until he finally gives in, and his hands start to trail higher and higher. Your breath catches in your throat as you anticipate his moves. Suddenly, his hands are gripping your tits, squeezing them tight, pulling a subtle moan from you. You quickly clear your throat in an effort to hide it. Luckily, Matt’s the only one who heard you.
As he continues to grope your boobs, he leans down with his face in your neck. You can feel his breath on your skin, the warmth he’s emitting flowing through your whole body. His lips softly graze your ear, causing you to shudder.
“You’ve been such a bad girl today.” He whispers, his voice low and husky.
Your thighs clamp shut at his words and the sound of his voice. He notices and you can feel him smirk against you. He brings his face back into the crook of your neck, his lips peppering soft open mouthed kisses along the sensitive skin.
You lean your head in the opposite direction, allowing him better access. As his lips dance over you, leaving wet trails of saliva, you can’t help your erratic breathing. You can feel your arousal pooling between your legs from his touch.
Matt’s hands slowly graze lower and lower, his fingertips brushing your skin, leaving goosebumps behind. His hands grip your thighs, parting them with ease, and using his legs to keep them separated.
Your mind is hazy, lust clouding your judgement, fully ready for what’s to come. His fingers trace the waistband of your pants before slipping underneath it. You feel soft pressure against your clothed mound as he lightly touches you. His fingers are barely there and you ache for more, subtly inching your hips upwards.
“S’not so fun being teased, is it?” He breathes in your ear, causing you to squeeze your eyes shut.
You furiously shake your head, desperate for something, anything more. He quietly chuckles, pressing harder against you. He starts rubbing you through the cotton, the fabric quickly becoming soaked by your arousal. He hums in delight at the feeling of your slick seeping through to his fingers. Pulling his hand back, he stops at the top of your panties.
“Can you be a good girl f’me?” He wonders.
You lick your lips as you nod, eager for him to touch you. “Mhm.”
“Nice and quiet, yeah?” He pesters as his hand finally dips into your underwear.
You gasp the second his fingers graze your clit, causing him to tsk. His long, slender fingers slide up and down your slit, becoming saturated by your juices. He softly presses against your bundle of nerves and begins rubbing it in slow circles.
You bite your lip to keep from making noise, your hands gripping his pants. His cock grows against your back, causing you to wiggle against it. He deeply inhales, speeding up the circles on your clit.
You toss your back against his chest, eyes closed in satisfaction. You gnaw down on your bottom lip, struggling to contain your sounds of pleasure. Matt takes his opposite hand down, his middle finger prodding at your entrance. The second he shoves it into you, your mouth falls open and a low moan drops from it.
He quickly removes the hand playing with your clit and shoves his wet fingers in your mouth to silence you. Your lips wrap around his digits, your sweet essence gracing your tongue.
Matt inserts another finger into your weeping hole, quickly pumping in and out of you. You’re practically chewing on the fingers he has in your mouth as your legs tremble.
“Keep quiet or m’gonna take you to my room and fuck you until you lose your voice.” He mumbles in your ear.
His dirty words light a fire in your stomach, and you’re left contemplating your next decision. Part of you actually wants him to do that, but another part of you doesn’t want Nick and Chris to find out what’s happening under the blankets.
Matt curls his fingers in your pussy, a faint squelching sound emitting from below the covers. Your legs quiver as your spongy walls tighten around him. He uses his thumb to rub your sensitive bud once again, adding to the already overwhelming pleasure.
Your lips part from around his fingers, heavy breaths and whines escaping. He’s quick to place his entire hand over your mouth, his eyes flickering over to his oblivious brothers.
“Thought you were gonna be quiet, hm?” He taunts in your ear.
Your hands grasp his wrist, pulling his hand from your mouth, “Feels so good.”
“Shh, I know.” He coos, digging deeper into you as his hand goes back to covering your lips. “But this s’what you wanted, right?”
You feverishly nod your head, your stomach tightening as he continues fucking you with his fingers. He groans in pleasure at how wet you are for him, being the perfect lubricant for his fingers to easily glide in and out.
He slightly ruts into you from behind, biting his lip at the stimulation on his cock. Your hands squeeze his wrist tightly, fingernails digging into his skin. He feels you tighten around him once again, your walls pulsating around his digits.
The knot in your stomach builds and builds until it snaps, your hands frantically pressing over Matt’s to better contain your inevitable moans as your orgasm washes over you. Your hips subconsciously grind against his hand to ride your high out, your juices drenching him.
“Oh my god.” He groans in your ear, the sight of you convulsing on him enough to bring him over the edge.
His cock twitches in his pants, his warm cum bleeding through his boxers. He squeezes his eyes shut, slightly shuddering at the feeling of the fabric rubbing against his sensitive tip.
Matt pulls his hand away from you, bringing his glistening fingers into his mouth. The moment the taste of you melts on his tongue, he feels his dick hardening again.
You take notice, turning your head back with wide eyes. You open your mouth to say something, only for him to grab your face and pull your lips to his in a wet kiss. Your tongue glides over his before he pulls you back.
“My room. Now.”
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a/n : not proofread. pretty short and not much plot. but yk whatever it’s okay. sorry if this was mid, still tryna get back in the hang of it :)
i have so so so many requests for stepbro chris, so until i can write out a fic, here’s this 💋
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it’s been an excruciatingly long day. a long day of teasing, subliminal touches, risky advances, lustful stares, and naughty words spoken. to say the least, you’ve been absolutely feral.
your stepbrother, chris, has been attempting to keep you at bay all day. you’ve been trying your hardest to get him to cave and give you what you know you both want.
from wearing a skimpy little outfit and bending over in front of him, showcasing your pretty panties, to full on palming him through his jeans at the dinner table.
the second your hand makes contact with the slight bulge in his pants, he stiffens and the fork he’s holding slips from his hand, clashing into the plate with a loud clink.
the two of your parents turn their heads toward him, brows furrowed. “you okay?”
“mhm.” chris nods, “just tryna take my time.”
his response being good enough for them, they resume their conversation with one another. chris turns to look at you with a glare on his face. you only innocently smile at him.
your hand tightens around his growing member, applying the perfect amount of pressure. he deeply inhales through his nose and clenches his jaw, keeping his eyes on you with a harsh stare.
you’ve made it abundantly clear that you need him. his cock has been throbbing since your first advance, and he can only hold out for so long.
which leads you to where you’re at now.
bent over the sofa, your face pressed into the back cushion, mascara bleeding onto the leather as chris digs you out.
the material of the couch is cool against your taut nipples, increasingly warming up with the heat you’re exerting. your skin is soon sticking to the black textile from the thin layer of sweat you’re producing.
your top has been long discarded and your skirt is bunched up at your waist with your panties looped around one of your ankles. the cool breeze coming in through the open window dances softly on your skin, providing a pleasant balance to the warmth emitting from chris along your backside.
your parents had left to get a few more things they needed to finish dessert, and as soon as they were out the door, chris had you against the sofa.
“such a fucking whore. so desperate for some cock, you’re willing to touch me in front of our parents.” he grunts from behind you, his thrusts fast and hard.
you can’t even form a single word, your mouth dropped open as pleasured moans fall from it. one of his hands is pressed against the side of your head, holding you against the cushion. his opposite hand holding his shirt up to prevent it from being saturated by your arousal.
“dirty little slut.” he grits, “can’t even keep her mouth shut. practically begging to be caught.”
his pace grows with each sentence, his cock now repeatedly digging into your sweet spot, making your eyes roll back into your head. he huffs and bends down, ripping the panties from your ankle. he balls them up and stuffs them in your mouth to keep you quiet.
clocking his words, you turn your head to face the opposite way from the window.
he smirks, “what, you scared to look out the window? scared they’ll pull in the driveway and see me plowing your brains out?”
your brows furrow in pleasure, your body and mind being overcome with bliss. he always knows exactly what to say, exactly what to do to have you coming undone on his cock. you can’t help but clench around him.
your panties become soaked with the remnants of your arousal and the continuous drool that pools from your mouth — ultimately doing nothing to contain the noise escaping from your lips.
chris falls against your back, pressing messy kisses to your neck. his breath is erratic, small moans slipping from his mouth. his cock throbs inside your pussy, soon to reach the edge.
“chrisssss.” you cry out as his strokes hit deeper.
“take it. you wanted it so bad, fucking take it.” he groans, pulling you back by your waist to meet his thrusts.
euphoria floods through your body, and you squeeze your eyes shut as your legs tremble. as soon as his tongue grazes the sweet spot on your neck, you’re left practically convulsing beneath him as you cum.
squelching noises fill the air as you drench his dick, and it’s music to his ears. knowing how good he makes you feel, on top of how good you feel clenching around him has his hips sputtering. lewd groans emit from his lips as hot spurts of cum spray over your inner walls.
just as he begins to slow, the sound of brakes squealing has you both scurrying to get dressed and pretend nothing has happened.
“you guys ready for dessert?”
chris licked his lips and smirked, “thanks, but i already had it.”
Caught dom!matt sturniolo x fem!reader (100 follower special!!!!)
Warnings: smut, fingering, fem!receving, p eatting, getting caught
sam yaps: im so sorry i took long to post i jsut really procrastinate alottttt ALSO THANK YOU FOR 109 FOLLOWERS I LOVE YOU ALLLL❤️❤️
You just got home from a long weekend with your girlfriends in Miami, all you wanted to do was go run in your boyfriend, matt’s arms and hug him forever.
Placing down your bags you take in a deep breath inhaling the scent of your apartment finally feeling home again.
You walk over to your shared bedroom with matt, lightly knocking on the door before entering. You peek in to see matt on stream humming to a song while replying to some of the comments in the chat.
Matts fans didn’t know about you, he knew how crazy his fans would get if he ever got a girlfriend, let alone live with her so you’ve been a secret to his fans only.
“matt baby are you busy?” You ask whispering making sure the chat doesn’t hear you.
“oh guys i’ll be back one second” he says as he mutes his mic and turns off his camera,
“come here my girl i missed you” matt says getting up from his gaming chair and sitting on the edge of the bed.
“hey baby” you say going to stand between his legs while he rest his head on your stomach, rubbing his hands along your waist and ass.
“god i missed your ass so much” he chuckles grabbing your ass and slapping it harshly, making you jump.
“matt omg..fuck” you mumble, your knees bucking from how needy you are for him,
“you like that slut?” He slaps again.
“y..yes”
“I knew how fucking needy you would get for me”
he slaps again, closer to your throbbing, wet pussy now.
and again.
and again.
Till you cant take it anymore practically resting your body over his shoulders, he grabs you and throws you on the bed.
“take off your clothes and leave your underwear only on.”
you quickly scramble to take your clothes off your body desperately trying to get any action as fast as possible from him.
“you’re so desperate for me..my little whore”
he rubs two fingers along your body, starting at your chest, over your nipples, stopping for a moment to pinch and twist at them, then dragging along to your lower stomach getting closer to where you need him the most.
“Matt please…please do something” you say, your cheeks blushing a bright pink, you’re basically in heat at this moment.
“Shh…let me do what i need to kitten (im sorry)”
He leaps down to your boobs, latching on to your left nipple, sucking on it and leaving hickeys all over it, while taking the other one between his fingers pinching and twisting at it.
He kisses down to your stomach, to your pubic bone, stopping at your black lace panties.
“you wore these just for me huh?”
“yes..j..just for you”
“mm..my sweet girl”
“please matt…i need you”
He quickly rips off your underwear leaving you bare under him.
Matt laps at your clit, making you arch your back and grabbing his hair, he takes his fingers and shoves them in your wet hole curling them up while sucking harshly on your clit.
“F…FUCK MATT NGH” you moan out squirming under him already coming close to your high,
He grabs your thighs and pulls them down keeping you in place while he continues to eat you out like he’s on death row.
“FUCK IM CLOSE MATT”
“Cum on my face princess”
thats all it took for you to come undone on his face, he quickly licks up all the juices and continues to suck on your clit for a bit longer, non-stop.
“matt, fuck i cant…too much” you moan out overstimulated
He gets up wiping his face off with his fingers and sucking on them with a smirk on his face, watching how much of a mess you are for him with just his mouth.
suddenly his phone starts ringing, he motions for you to run to the bathroom, giving you a fast kiss quickly after remembering he had a stream running.
“What chris what do you want?” He answers the phone
“why the fuck are the people in your chat keep talking about your girlfriend moaning in the mic matt?” Chris asks genuinely confused
“what the fuck hold on hang up let me check” matt says throwing his phone on the bed and running over to his computer to look at the streams chats,
“WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT”
“DID MATT JUST EAT OUT SOMEONE”
“THAT WAS FUCKING CRAZY”
“WHOS THE GIRL MATTHEW”
“oh fuck..” matt says to himself,
he didn’t mute the mic…
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