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a fic where dealer!chris teaches pd!reader how to give head pls 🙏

your wish is my command 🫡

𝜗𝜚 dealer!chris teaching preachersdaughter!reader how to give head.

you weren’t drunk, definitely not. you had had that perfect amount to drink, enough to make you excited and chatty, but not so much that you were crying or throwing up – to chris’s disdain. he was happy that you were happy, of course, but he was also fucking exhausted and he could already feel a headache coming on from your incessant chattering. unlike you, he hadn’t managed to strike that perfect balance between just enough and too much, and now he was suffering the consequences.

you hadn’t stopped talking all the way home, and even now that you were both in bed, with your head on his chest, you somehow still had shit to say. chris had been gritting his teeth while stroking your hair for some time now, but he couldn’t take this much longer.

he slowly threaded his fingers out of your hair and tilted your chin up to meet his eye. unfazed, you smiled up at him and kept talking, until you felt his index and middle fingers slip between your lips and press down on your tongue. mid-sentence. you frowned and tried to open your mouth to speak, only for chris to push his fingers further into your mouth.

“you’re cute, doll, but you gotta shut up.”

you let out an indignant whine, which was cut off as chris slowly pulled his fingers out of your mouth and pushed them back in again. your eyelids fluttered and your head hit his chest again as he fucked your mouth with a gentle rhythm, a lazy smirk spread across his face.

“that’s better. you like this, huh?”

you whimpered and gripped a fistful of his shirt as some of your drool escaped onto the fabric. you were honestly embarrassed that this was having such an effect on you, but you had done worse, after all. maybe it was just something that chris brought out in you.

meanwhile, the sight of your soft, wet lips wrapped around chris’s fingers as you suckled dutifully had his cock twitching in his pants, aching for a redirection of your sweet attention. he slipped his digits out of your mouth, making you look up at him in confusion.

“oh, sorry, were you enjoying that?” he laughed softly.

“it was kinda relaxing… i guess.” you shrugged in feigned nonchalance.

“well, m’glad one of us is feeling relaxed.”

“what do you mean?”

chris simply took your hand and guided it to the hard-on in his pajama pants. you let out a quiet gasp, to which he laughed again.

“that’s cause of your pretty mouth, you know that?”

“oh…”

“looked so cute, lettin’ me use your mouth like that… fuck.”

“chris? do you want me to, um…?”

chris pushed himself up to a sitting position, and his breathing got noticeably heavier as he considered your offer. you both knew this would be something new for you. intimidating, even.

“you sure?”

“i know you’ll help me.” you smiled sweetly at him, and the unwavering trust in your eyes made chris want to squeeze you until you burst.

it wasn’t long before he was sitting with his legs over the edge of the bed, looking down at where you were kneeling on the floor with a pillow tucked beneath your knees and watching him expectantly.

he pressed one last kiss to your forehead before sitting up straight and spreading his legs wide. his pajama pants were already thrown halfway across the room, and he wasn’t wearing anything underneath, in true chris fashion.

you had never seen him from this angle before, and the sight was slightly daunting. but when you met chris’s eyes to find them full of warmth and a little bit of nerves, you knew you’d be okay.

“okay, angel. y’already know how to touch me, don’t you?”

you nodded and eagerly stood on your knees, wrapping one hand around him and stroking slowly, easing into a familiar rhythm. 

“perfect, baby, that's it…” he let out a shaky exhale. “okay, now y'see the tip? can you give it a little kiss for me?”

you smiled and pressed a modest kiss to the tip of his cock, one hand still wrapped around his base. chris didn't even have to ask before your tongue swiped out to gather the small bead of precum that had collected there.

“fuck, how did you—”

“what next?”

chris wanted to berate you for interrupting him, but the eager look in your eyes was weakening his resolve. he could tell you just really wanted to please him, so he took a deep breath and continued.

“okay, that was really good. now, can you wrap your lips around the tip and suck, just a little? just like y’did on my fingers.”

he let out a stifled groan when you did exactly as you were told, your soft lips wrapping around him so sweetly, he was sure he could cum from just this. but chris wanted this experience to be educational for you, so he had to hang on a little longer.

“doin’ a great job, angel. whenever you’re ready, can you take a little more in your mouth for me?”

you stayed as you were for a couple minutes, relishing in the comfortable feeling before you slowly took more of chris’s cock into your mouth. he was heavy and warm, and if you moved your tongue just right, you could feel the ridge of a vein pulsing on the underside.

chris moaned softly as your tongue explored his most sensitive spots, and it took him a lot of effort not to grip a fistful of your hair and force you to take more. he didn’t want to hurt you or scare you away, not when you were doing so well, being so good for him. he’d let you go at your own exploratory, unknowingly teasing pace for as long as he could manage.

chris’s quiet sounds were having an effect on you, as they so often did, and it wasn’t long before you were pressing your dripping cunt on the pillow underneath you for some relief. the subtle pleasure had you whimpering around chris’s cock, unintentionally making it even harder for him to keep himself under control. your sweet voice was sending vibrations straight down his length, and you didn’t even realise you were doing it.

“baby–” his voice came out strained as he gently tugged your hair to get your attention. he waited for you to meet his eyes before continuing. “i’m pretty close, okay? just wanted to tell you in case you didn’t want to, uh…”

his voice trailed off as he finally noticed you squirming and wriggling atop his pillow. jesus, you were gonna kill him someday.

“didn’t want to what?” you asked after slowly peeling your mouth away from his dick.

chris let out a shuddering breath. “uh… swallow?”

“oh,” you paused to contemplate the question. you hadn’t really considered what you’d do when chris got to this point. “i guess i will.”

chris didn’t last another 30 seconds of your administrations before his hot cum was shooting into your mouth, hitting the back of your throat. you swallowed as much as you could, but when you pulled your mouth away from him, you were spluttering as some of chris’s release dripped down your lips.

chris smiled and lifted your chin up to take in the sight of your wrecked face. your cheeks were flushed, your lips and chin glistening with his cum, and chris was sure he could see the stain of a tear that had run down your cheek at some point.

“y’look good like this. should get you on your knees more often.”

you scoffed in shy dismissal of the comment and raised your arms for chris to lift you onto the bed. as he pulled you away from the pillow you had been sitting on, a sticky string connected your body to the plush fabric. chris lifted you onto his knee and looked down to find a dark wet patch, right where you had been grinding against his pillow.

“did you have a little fun there, baby?”

you followed his gaze and gasped. “oh… i didn’t even realise…”

“where am i gonna sleep now, angel? ruined my only pillow.” he muttered, grinning as he bounced you on his knee teasingly.

“sorry, chris.” you mumbled, and you did mean it, but you couldn’t hide the smile growing on your face out of a strange mixture of pride and shame.

“i’m sure i’ll figure something out.” chris lifted you off his knee and laid you down on your stomach, shuffling up next to you until his head was resting on the soft curve of your ass. “perfect.”

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[purrrrblonde]

𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐆 𝐂𝐀𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐓︖

matt claims he can last longer than fifteen minutes with you.

warnings ︖ smut inexperience slight sub!matt cunnilingus male receives oral little banter at the end

𝑴𝑨𝑻𝑻 had a habit of turning everything into a competition, especially when you were involved. it started with stupid things at first. who could finish assignments faster, who could hold eye contact longer, who could win arguments neither of you actually cared about. he always acted cocky about it too, leaning back in his chair with that smug grin like he had everything figured out, but you noticed the cracks in it pretty quickly. matt got flustered easily. painfully easily. all it took was one teasing comment and suddenly he was rubbing the back of his neck, avoiding your eyes.

that was exactly why you kept pushing him.

the whole thing started after he made some arrogant comment about how girls “couldn’t handle him,” which was already ridiculous enough to make you laugh directly in his face. matt immediately looked offended by it, eyebrows pulling together while he sat across from you on the couch.

“what’s so funny?”

“you,” you answered without hesitation. “you sound like a fifteen year old boy lying to his friends.” matt scoffed, shaking his head. “okay, wow. that’s crazy considering you’ve literally never even been with me.”

“and somehow i still know you’d fold instantly.” his expression changed immediately after that. not dramatically, just enough for you to notice. his jaw tightened a little and his eyes stayed on yours longer than before.

“i would not fold instantly.” you laughed again, quieter this time. “matt, please.”

“i’m serious.”

“so am i.”

he leaned forward then, elbows resting against his knees while he looked at you with this weird mixture of annoyance and determination. “how long do you think i’d last then?” you pretended to think about it. “maybe fifteen minutes if i’m being generous.”

matt stared at you in disbelief before letting out a short laugh. “fifteen minutes is insane.”

“is it?”

“yes.”

“sounds like i hit a nerve.” he rolled his eyes, but his face had already gone pink around the ears. “you think you’re funny.”

“you think you’re lasting more than fifteen minutes.”

after that, it became a constant thing between you. every conversation somehow circled back to it. matt would make some comment under his breath and you’d immediately start laughing at him again. the worst part for him was that you never sounded serious. you always said it so casually, like the idea of him losing composure around you was obvious.

and honestly, it was obvious.

he looked at you too much. he sat too close whenever you were together. every accidental touch seemed to short circuit something in him for a second, and once you noticed it, you couldn’t stop noticing it.

which was how you ended up alone with him in his room one night with the tension so thick it practically made the air heavy.

you had been talking for nearly an hour, though neither of you were paying attention to the actual conversation anymore. matt sat beside you against his headboard, one knee pressed against yours while he mindlessly twisted a ring around his finger. every few minutes his eyes dropped to your mouth before flicking away again.

“you’re nervous,” you said suddenly. he looked over immediately.

“i’m not nervous.”

“you keep fidgeting.”

“maybe i just do that.”

“or maybe you’re trying very hard to act normal right now.”

matt laughed softly under his breath, shaking his head. “you genuinely think you have me figured out, huh?”

“i know i do.”

“that’s confidence.”

“am i wrong?”

he didn’t answer right away. he just looked at you for a long second, his expression unreadable in the dim light. then he leaned a little closer, close enough that your breath caught embarrassingly fast.

“you talk a lot,” he murmured. “and you avoid questions.” his eyes dropped to your lips again. “maybe because i already know you’re gonna use the answer against me.” you smiled slightly. “probably.”

matt laughed quietly at that, but it sounded shaky around the edges now. there was something almost unfair about how easy it was to affect him. he acted confident until the moment things became real, and then suddenly every emotion showed on his face at once.

“you know what’s annoying?” he said softly.

“what?”

“you keep acting like i’m joking.” the room went quiet after that.

you looked at him properly then, really looked at him, and immediately understood he meant it. every stupid argument and teasing comment had stopped being entirely playful for him a while ago. maybe for you too.

matt swallowed hard when you didn’t respond immediately. “i’m serious about you,” he admitted quietly. something in your chest tightened.

he looked nervous after saying it, like he regretted letting the words out at all, and that was probably what pushed you over the edge. you reached up before you could think too hard about it, your hand brushing against the side of his neck.

matt inhaled sharply.

the second you kissed him, all that confidence he carried around disappeared completely. he kissed you back immediately, messy and desperate in a way that made heat rush through you almost painfully fast. one of his hands landed carefully against your waist like he wasn’t fully sure he was allowed to touch you yet, but the second you shifted closer, he completely lost whatever composure he’d been trying to hold onto. his breathing got uneven embarrassingly fast.

you pulled back just enough to look at him and smiled slightly when you saw how flushed he already looked. “still think you’re surviving fifteen minutes?” matt groaned quietly, forehead falling against yours while his grip tightened at your waist. “you seriously need to stop talking.”

“why? am i distracting you?”

“you’re making it worse on purpose.”

“and yet you still seem very interested.”

he laughed softly again, but it sounded breathless now, completely wrecked already despite barely having touched you “you’re so annoying,” he muttered, even as he leaned in to kiss you again. and this time, when his hands slid lower and you shifted into his lap, matt completely forgot how to think.

“oh fuck,” he groaned into your mouth when you pushed your hips down onto his. “this is gonna be embarrassing.”

“you’re gonna lose in less than five minutes,” you teased him, biting his neck gently.

“five minutes?”

he whimpered softly as you ground down on him, his hands squeezing your hips tightly. "more like two minutes at this rate," he panted out, already losing it. his face was bright red with embarrassment.

"stop moving for one second," he begged, voice strained, but you didn't listen. instead, you leaned down to kiss him while continuing the slow grind of your hips against his erection. "i'm serious," he gasped against your mouth.

his body already trembling, overwhelmed by the sensation. "i'm literally about to—" he cut off with a choked whimper when you pressed your thigh between his legs, the friction making his eyes roll back. "fuck, no, wait—" his hips bucked involuntarily, his cock leaking against his boxers, and he knew he was done for.

you slowed down immediately, you didn’t want him to cum yet, especially not in his briefs.

he let out a strangled sound of relief when you slowed down, his forehead pressing against your shoulder. “god,” he breathed out shakily.

“you’re fucking evil.”

“i know,” you replied calmly, continuing the gentle grind against his hard length. “want me to take it out?” you cooed, running a hand down his chest, clad in a black tee.

he nodded quickly, his hands shaking as he lifted his hips slightly to give you better access. “please,” he whispered, already blushing at the thought of you touching him directly. you hooked your fingers into the waistband of his boxers and slowly pulled them down, revealing his hard cock standing up proudly.

"fuck," you hissed softly at the sight, immediately wrapping a hand around his thick length. "no wonder you were about to nut so fast," you teased, giving his dick a few slow pumps. matt tossed his head back, already sensitive and overstimulated from dry humping you.

he let out a high-pitched whine when you licked a stripe up his shaft, his hands flying to tangle in your hair. "stop teasing and just suck it," he demanded breathlessly, his face flushed deep red with embarrassment and need. you smiled against his skin before wrapping your lips around the head of his dick and sucking gently.

matt's hips jerked forward involuntarily as you took him deeper into your mouth, his cock hitting the back of your throat. "shit, shit, shit," he chanted under his breath, fingers gripping your hair tightly. you bobbed your head steadily, hand pumping what didn't fit in your mouth.

"i'm gonna cum," he warned you after only a minute of steady sucking, voice high and desperate. "like actually cum right now if you don't stop." you looked up at him with your mouth full of his cock and doubled down, taking him even deeper and sucking harder.

matt came with a loud moan, his entire body shaking as he filled your mouth with his release. you swallowed every drop, not stopping until he was completely spent and whimpering. when you finally pulled off, he was limp and panting heavily.

"so gross," you murmured against his sensitive cock, which twitched pathetically at your voice. matt let out a breathless laugh, staring up at the ceiling. "you're the one who was sucking me off so you can shut up," he mumbled, his cock finally softening. he looked down at you with hooded eyes. "your turn,"

you grinned at him, knowing he was still recovering from his intense orgasm. "you can't even get it up again right now," you teased, giving his softening dick a playful tap. matt pouted dramatically but didn't argue. he was too sensitive and tired to try anything else.

"i can still eat you out," he retorted, trying to regain some dignity. "come here." he patted his lap weakly, already knowing he wouldn't be able to get hard again anytime soon. you rolled your eyes but crawled onto his lap anyway, letting him push you down onto his face.

matt nuzzled into your panty-covered pussy, inhaling your scent and kissing the fabric gently. he looked up at you with a small smile. "you smell good," he murmured before hooking his fingers into your panties and pulling them to the side. without warning, he buried his face between your legs and started licking eagerly.

you gasped at the sudden wet heat, fingers immediately tangling in his hair. matt wrapped his arms around your thighs and pulled you closer, holding you in place while his tongue explored every inch of you. he made eager little noises against your pussy, completely focused on making you feel good. it was almost unfair how talented his tongue was.

he found your clit and started sucking gently, sending jolts of pleasure through your body. "matt!" you cried out, hips bucking against his face. he hummed happily, the vibrations making your eyes roll back.

"you taste so good," he murmured against your pussy before diving back in, tongue circling your clit rapidly. one of his hands moved to your entrance, pushing two fingers inside gently while his mouth stayed focused on your clit.

you keened and moaned, feeling so completely overstimulated in the best way. matt curled his fingers just right, hitting that perfect spot while his tongue continued its assault. he was relentless, clearly trying to prove something, and you could feel your orgasm building fast. "matt, i'm close," you warned, but he only sucked harder.

you came with a loud cry, grinding your pussy against his face as he continued to suck and fuck you with his fingers. your entire body convulsed with pleasure, and matt moaned happily, continuing to lick and suck until you pushed his head away, too sensitive to take anymore.

he sat up, face glistening and flushed, looking incredibly smug. "told you i could still make you feel good," he said proudly, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. you just shook your head and collapsed back on the bed, completely spent and satisfied. "shut up," you mumbled.

“oh shit, wait! i forgot to time it!” you groaned, genuinely feeling defeated. he froze for a second before bursting into laughter. "you're seriously worrying about the timer right now?" he teased, wiping the rest of your slick from his face. "i just made you see stars and you're thinking about statistics." you buried your face in a pillow, cheeks burning. matt collapsed next to you, pulling you into his chest. "we'll just guess."

“hmm…i’m guessing you lasted like, ten minutes max.”

"fuck you," matt muttered, wrapping his arms around you possessively. "i lasted at least fifteen. probably more like twenty." you snorted, turning your head to look at him. "you wish. i’m pretty sure you came after like, a minute."

he gasped dramatically, “did not! oh my god, it was at least five. you lasted what? six minutes of me eating that pretty pussy?”

you rolled your eyes, “don’t turn this on me, stupid. you literally started it.”

𝐃𝐘𝐋𝐀𝐍'𝐒 𝐓𝐈𝐃𝐁𝐈𝐓𝐒: i feel like i make matt a lot more accurate to what i think his personality truly is but for chris i get a little lost

[submattsmxmmy]

「 stepbro!chris 」 "pocket pussy"

ⓘ stepbro!chris x stepsis!reader (m!masturbation), use of sex toy, detailed sexual fantasy, getting caught (and then stepsis!reader helps him 🤭), humiliation, faux sympathy, chris being just a little submissive

combined this request + this request 𖹭

dividers by @/ithemes

The driver's side door of Chris' Honda Accord collided into the frame with a heavy force, a loud slam sounding. He trudged up the driveway, his sneakers dragging across the pavement with a faint scrape, scrape, scrape. He let out an exhausted sigh as he clutched his keys in his fist, anxiously fidgeting with them.

It was finals week, and Chris was pretty sure he'd just bombed his last test.

Chris wasn't an easily stressed out person, and he usually had some pretty effective stress management skills. However due to the two of you being on opposite schedules, he wasn't able to relieve his stress with you. And he hadn't even had time to jerk off lately between studying for all his finals and all the housework his mom had him running around doing when he was home. It was really starting to get to him.

He placed his hand on the knob, slowly turning it and hoping that if he could get inside without being detected, his mom wouldn't immediately start nagging at him to do whatever chores she had on the agenda for today. To his dismay, his mom was sitting on the couch, knitting and watching some soap opera.

"Chris, you're home," she perked up, greeting him and adjusting the frames of her reading glasses that he rarely ever saw her in. "Hey, honey, once you get settled in, can you-?"

"Mom. Please," Chris interrupted her, holding up a hand to stop her. "Just give me an hour. I need some time by myself."

She didn't press. She just rolled her eyes, going back to knitting herself a jewel-toned scarf. "An hour," she said sharply, narrowing her gaze a bit, knowing this was a common tactic Chris used to avoid taking care of the responsibilities that he said he was going to.

"Yeah, yeah," Chris dismissively waved her off, bolting up the stairs and heading towards his bedroom. He slipped inside, the door latching behind him as he leaned up against it and let out an exhale. His glance flicked over towards his dresser, his heart stuttering in his chest. His feet followed his eyes and he made his way to other side of the room, reluctantly pulling open the drawer. He rummaged through a few things before he found what he was looking for - a sex toy. One that he was honestly even embarrassed that he had.

He'd once held an opinionated stance on pocket pussies. He'd made bold claims like, "only girls use sex toys" or "only guys who can't get pussy use a fake one to get off" - that was, until he'd tried it out for himself. He'd been talked into buying it by the cute sales girl who cashed him out at the sex shop the last time he'd gone to buy some restraints to use on you. He definitely didn't regret the purchase. In fact, the first time he'd used it, he ate his words about how he was too good for them.

He snagged the toy and a small bottle of lube from the dresser drawer and shoved it closed. Chris kicked his sneakers off right beside his bed before he collapsed down onto it. He didn't bother to get under the blanket or even take his jeans off all the way. He just unbuttoned them, lowered his zipper, and pushed them down along with his boxers just enough for his cock to come springing out. He popped open the lube, applying some to the opening of the toy. Then he tipped the bottle upside down over his throbbing cock, watching it twitch as the cool liquid made contact with his tip.

He carelessly tossed the bottle of lube to the side, pumping his cock with his hand a few times to spread the lubricant around. "Ooh, shit," he hissed through his teeth as he pushed his swollen head passed the petaled lips of the toy. His hips immediately twitched as he slipped in every inch of his cock, already fighting the urge to pound into it.

He loved the way it almost felt just like you. Chris started to stroke himself with the toy, feeling the soft silicone walls against every nerve ending and vein, driving him crazy due to the neglect his cock had received this past week. A soft moan slipped out, one that sounded needier than he'd meant for it to. He almost reached up to cover his mouth, worried that he'd give away what he was doing to anyone who was home.

His eyes fluttered shut as he continued jerking himself off with the pocket pussy he was starting to grip more tightly in his hand, images of you playing on the insides of his eyelids. He imagined you on top of him, riding him like your life depended on it. With your face burned into his memory, your flushed skin, your eyes rolling back, and your pouty lips parted in a look in pleasure, he found himself moaning your name. He pictured your breasts bouncing, the curves of your body, wishing he could hold you by your hips and pound into you from underneath.

He picked up the pace, the fleshlight sliding over his slick cock and making his stomach twist with desire and a bit of embarrassment, the inevitable sensation already brewing deep in his core. He couldn't believe a toy had him gripping the flannel sheets beneath him and biting down on his lip to keep himself from being too loud.

He bucked his hips up, fucking into the pocket pussy with a sense of urgency, chasing the feeling he'd been craving all week. A bead of sweat trickled down the side of his face, his breathing becoming more erratic by the second. He shut his eyes again, clinging to the image of you in his mind.

Suddenly, his bedroom door flew open.

"Hey, dickhead. Guess wha-" you started to say, immediately stopping yourself when you walked in. Your eyes widened, and your jaw fell to the floor in shock at the realization, not only at what he was doing but what he was using.

"Jesus!" He panted, tugging a nearby throw blanket over himself. He tried to stop his strokes, but it just felt too good. He continued slowly under the blanket, hoping you wouldn't notice. However, his fucked out expression betrayed him. "What the hell happened to knockin' before ya just walk in? I thought you closed tonight."

"I switched with someone," you replied, your eyes lit up and glued to the subtle movement under the blanket. "You have a pocket pussy?" You almost whispered, the door softly latching behind you. "I thought you said -"

"Don't worry about what I said," he barked back, cutting you off. You noticed a slight blush in his cheeks.

"Are you embarrassed?" The corner of your lip tugged into a smirk as you slowly approached him, arms crossed, eyes fixed on the way he was still lazily stroking himself with the toy. It wasn't very often that you saw Chris experience any kind of shame or humiliation, but it was kind of hot.

"No," he argued back defensively, almost pouting. "I don't fuckin' get embarrassed." However, his cheeks were still tinted pink, and every time his eyes almost met yours, they'd dart off in another direction. "Ya gonna help me or just stand there?" He asked almost sheepishly.

"Only if I can use the toy on you," you replied, your grin growing wider as you closed in on him until you were sitting at the foot of his bed.

He hesitated for a second, but he genuinely didn't care how he got off at this point just as long as he did. "Fuck. Fine." There was something Chris being alone in his room using a toy he used to talk down on that turned you on beyond belief, and all you wanted to do was see him fall apart.

Chris reluctantly slipped the blanket off of his lap, revealing the transluscent pink pocket pussy that was wrapped around his cock. You scooted closer, reaching out for the toy and wrapping your fingers around the silicone sleeve. The sound that passed through his pink lips as you started to stroke him made your stomach flutter. "Oh, my god. That feels incredible."

"I thought you didn't use these, hmm?" You taunted him, tilting your head and giving him a teasing look.

"Guess I changed my mind," he admitted, glancing down at your freshly manicured nails. His tongue darted out from behind his lips to wet them.

"I can't believe we haven't fucked all week," you told him, giving him a pouty look. "Bet you've been missing me."

Chris nodded slowly. "You have no idea."

You looked down at the way the toy easily glided over his cock, his composure slipping away. Broken moans and profanities unfurled from his lips between his heavy panting. His cheeks were still rosy pink from being caught. You'd never seen him look so submissive.

"You poor thing," you cooed, your tone dripping with condescension as you dragged the toy up and down his length at a steady pace. "I bet you wanna cum so bad."

Chris' jaw twitched in response, and he gave you a sharp look. "Cut it out."

"What? You don't like it?" You pouted and batted your lashes, giving him a faux sympathetic look.

"I know what you're doin'," he hissed back, swallowing hard as you used the soft, silicone walls to massage his shaft. "I'm not your bitch." He narrowed his blue eyes at you, shooting daggers with them.

"Well, you have two options," you spoke with conviction, your intense gaze flicking up to meet his. "Either you play along and you ask nicely if I'll let you cum, or I'll go to my room, and you can finish in here all alone." You gave him a little smirk, knowing already which option he was going to choose.

"Fuck," Chris groaned, half-pleasured and half-defeated, knowing he was incredibly close, and you practically left him no choice. "Fine." He sighed before hesitantly asking, "will you please let me cum?"

"I'll think about. If you keep being a good boy, your chances are better," you teased him, your grin widening.

"Fuck no. Call me that again, and I swear I'm gonna go soft."

"No, you won't. I think you like it," you taunted him, watching his body tense up, his knuckles turning white from gripping the blanket beneath him.

Chris rolled his eyes, trying to maintain his annoyed facade, but the small part of him that thoroughly enjoyed everything about this scenario kept slipping through the cracks. A moan fell from his lips, his chest rising and falling faster as his breath grew more labored.

"That's it," you purred, praising him. "You're doing such a good job."

His embarrassment had mostly subsided by now, overpowered by his desire, his desperation. He continued panting, gazing at you with a pleading look. "Faster," he begged.

You listened, picking up the pace and watching his length through the transluscent pink material as it glided into the sleeve with ease. "Fuck. Your cock is so pretty."

Normally a compliment like that would bother Chris and leave him feeling emasculated, but he was too close to protest or even care. "Please. Make me cum. I'm so close," he blurted out in a broken cry that he was worried would alert the whole house, his head falling back against his bedframe and his eyes rolling back in his head.

You gave him a mischevious smile, jerking him off with the stroker at a reckless pace. "That's it. Make a mess for me," you softly cooed, watching his body respond.

He couldn't take anymore. He needed it. The way you spoke to him, the way you stimulated him, and how long it had been since he last finished, it was all too much. He'd reached the point of no return, his orgasm tearing through him with no mercy.

His hips involuntarily lifted from the mattress, a slew of whimpers unfurling from his parted lips. You watched a week's worth of thick, white fluid gush from his tip and fill the toy, dripping down the sides of his twitching cock and the inside of the pocket pussy as you slipped it over his length, draining him completely. "Oh, fuck."

You sat in awe, still pumping the toy back and forth until Chris was squirming and begging you to stop, his cock too sensitive to continue. You glanced down at him, a prideful and aroused feeling brewing deep within at what a mess he was.

"Holy shit. That was so hot," you managed to say, watching him try to recover.

Chris was still breathless, wiping sweat from his brow, his face bright red from exhaustion and humiliation. "Yeah, yeah. Get the fuck out," he spat back. "You better not tell anyone about the pocket pussy."

[chrattsfavlesbian]

switch it up | chris sturniolo smut

pairing: fuckboy!chris x reader

warnings: MDNI!! p in v, lowkey dom!chris, light choking, lots of dirty talk, i think that's it

authors note: i almost scrapped this but my girlfriend helped me out so shout out to her i love her also i kinda went wild with this

Chris liked one position and one position only it seemed, you guys had sex multiple times and each time it was the same position, you on top, riding him till your legs and thighs ached. He liked watching, and he was demanding. "Just like that, keep going, keep riding me like that baby, fuck feels so good." Chris groaned, arms behind his head as he watched you like his favorite movie.

If he wasn't so hot you would've called this off long ago. Half the time you didn't even get to cum and now you were wondering why you were here at all. You bounced up and down, hands on his chest as you stared at the posters on his wall, some of a random rapper you'd never heard of. Chris could feel you were distracted because your hips slowed down and you stared above him. He looked up to where you were looking, "are you staring at my posters?" Chris asked.

"Who even is that?" You asked, your hips still moving but slower and more distracted. "He's a rapper? Why are you staring at that, im right here." Chris said making you roll your eyes as you stilled your hips. "Are you close yet?" You asked, looking down at him. Chris was surprised by how you seemed so over this. "Do i seem close?" He asked making you scoff and roll your eyes.

You moved to get off of him but he grabbed your hips, "no baby, im joking, im messing with you. Now come on, are you not having fun?" He asked, he was acting like he cared but you felt like he really didn't. "No, im tired. This sucks and my legs hurt." You sighed. "Oh, why didn't you just say something earlier?" Chris chuckled.

In a swift, surprising motion he flipped the two of you over, "next time just tell me, god it's not that hard y'know?" Chris said as he began to thrust into you, your legs spread open, inviting him in. You moaned this time, this felt so much better. He picked up his pace, his necklace hanging in your face, god he looked even hotter like this and felt even better, hitting spots in you he's never touched before making your toes curl. "Better?" He asked.

You nodded, too fucked out to talk making him chuckle, "oh? Am i fucking you that good princess?" He asked, his voice hoarse and low making your eyes roll back and clench around him. "God, fuck keep squeezing me like that princess, fuck if i had known talking to you like a slut and fucking you like one would get you going I would've done it sooner," he said, bringing his hand to your neck.

He placed it on your neck, not squeezing but claiming you as his own. Your eyes rolled back as you moaned, lost in pure pleasure as chris fucked you. Your walls quivered around him for the first time ever making him moan, "oh fuck, you close princess? Gonna cum on my big cock?" He asked and you nodded, words failing you, resulting in incoherent babbles between moans as your grabbed onto his arms, nails digging into his skin.

"Cum on my big cock princess, cum for me," chris said, tone demanding as he lightly squeezed your neck. You came around his cock, squeezing wildly and rapidly. Your body seizing with each clench. Your mouth fell open in a silent scream as chris kept fucking you through your orgasm, chasing his own. He let go of your throat, placing both hands by your head as he fucked you roughly, bed shaking and hitting the wall in rhythm with his thrusts. Tears welled in your eyes, overstimulation taking over leaving you a mess, whimpers and moans mixing together.

"Fuck, gonna cum in this tight pussy, gonna make it my own," chris said through gritted teeth, he gave one finally powerful thrust before cumming inside, walls painted white with his cum. He groaned, both of you breathing heavily as he pulled out, laying besides you. "God, you've never felt like that before.." he said breathlessly. "I've never actually cum before." You admitted, breathing out. "What?!" Chris asked, making you giggle in response.

[michaelslotus]

SUCKER FOR THE WAY YOU RIDE - c. sturniolo.

# summary : sub!chris loves the way dom!reader rides him. she loves the way he gets needy for her. wc: 0.7k

# warnings : smut, cursing, kissing, riding, p in v, male and fem orgasm, all consensual

# note : this is the first time i’ve written p in v lol?? hope u like

the movie playing on the tv in chris's room had been long forgotten at this point.

you're both much more focused on each other's mouths, the way your lips pulled at his, the way his tongue slid against yours. his hands groped at your waist, trying to pull you impossibly closer against him under the sheets.

after about five minutes of solely making out, you decide to take things into your own hands. you hook one leg over to the other side of his body and roll on top of him. his hands immediately find their way to your hips, digging into your skin through you shirt.

"god, you're beautiful..." he murmurs hoarsely, gazing up at you through his lashes with nothing but pure admiration and lust in his eyes.

you grin, your hands snaking up his chest to rest on his shoulders, fixing your position on top so that you're straddling him. a small shudder racks through his body at the feeling of your soft hands on him.

he would never admit it out loud, but he honestly loved when you got all dominant like this. he never minded when you wanted to be on top. he loved getting to just watch while you ride his dick.

your lips find his again as you start grinding your aching core against his growing bulge. you felt the stiffness sliding against your thigh as you rocked your hips, and it made you smirk.

"fuck... just like that, baby. so good..." chris groans from under you. his lips travel from yours to your jaw, leaving soft kisses all the way down to your neck when he began to suck softly. a breathy whine falls from your lips at the slight prickly feeling of the blood rising to the surface, but you loved when he marked you up like this.

you move your hands down to his hips, your fingers hooking into the waistbands of both his sweatpants and his boxers. you pull them down just enough to free his cock. it stands tall and rock solid, the tip red and leaking.

you quickly slip off your panties, discarding them somewhere on his bed. a small whine escapes him as you take his cock in your soft hand, giving it a few gentle strokes as you get back on top of his hips. you rub his tip against your folds, gasping at the feeling.

"fuck- please, baby... mmm... need you..." chris whines, bucking his hips up. his tip presses into your folds, making him moan.

"shh, i've got you, sweetheart." you whisper, lining him up. you slowly sink down onto his length, each inch filling you up immensely. he's a panting mess, squirming and gripping your hips. his tip finally presses against your cervix, making you moan.

you place your hands on his chest, slowly grinding your hips against his. you lift your ass, beginning to move up and down while rubbing up against him.

"o- oh my... god... ngh- fuck..." chris whimpers, squeezing his eyes shut. he was a sucker for any form of sexual encounter between you two. no matter how tough he acted around his friends, he was the most submissive man to ever walk the earth the second you were involved.

"that's it, baby. you're doing so good." you praise, riding him like a pro. you could feel the heat pool deep in your stomach, the coil building pressure to finally snap.

"i- i'm gonna cum... mm..." chris whines, squirming underneath you. he never lasted long when you rode him. you move faster, taking his cock in and out of you at the perfect speed that produced both pleasure and desperation.

"oh fuck... yes- y/n! fuck!" chris moans, finally spilling inside you. his body convulses, his back arching up. his fingers dig painfully into your hip, helping you milk him of his orgasm.

not long after, you came around his cock with a moan of his name. you continued moving for a few seconds before exhaustion took over your body. you lean forward, resting against him.

"you did so good for me, baby..." you murmur into his ear, kissing his temple. he could only moan in response. after a second, you dismount him, his cock sliding out of you with a soft squelch.

"i wish you could ride me all day." he whispers hoarsely, wrapping his arms around you.

"me too." you grin.

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[immaqulate]

sugar talking ᥫ᭡⋆.˚ toxic brat tamer! matt x reader

Your phone lit up again, the sixth notification in less than ten minutes, and you stared at the screen with a mix of irritation and satisfaction. Matt's name glowed like he hadn't spent the last three days acting like you didn't exist.

First, it had been "I miss you" and "can we talk? " Then a string of long, thoughtful messages about how he’d been reflecting, how he knew he handled things wrong, how he wanted to fix it.

You read each one with a smirk tugging at your lips, unimpressed by every carefully typed sentence. Three days ago, he had let some girl drape herself all over him at a party while you stood there pretending not to care. He’d watched you walk out and never followed. Now suddenly, he had epiphanies.

You typed back slowly, letting him wait. "Aren’t you tired of saying a whole lot of nothing?"

The typing bubble appeared immediately. Disappeared, and came back again. Then one message made your stomach drop. Open the door.

You looked toward the apartment entrance, and three sharp knocks echoed through the quiet space. You should’ve ignored him or let him stand there and feel stupid. Instead, you walked over barefoot and yanked the door open.

Matt stood there in a black hoodie, hair messy from the wind, hands shoved into his pockets, jaw set in that way that always meant he was trying harder than he looked. His eyes swept over you once—and your tiny shorts, oversized tee, bare legs—then something in his expression darkened.

“Hi,” he said. You leaned against the frame. “Do you want a prize?”

His mouth twitched. “Can I come in?”

“No.”

“You gonna keep performing for the doorway or are ya gonna move?”

The nerve of him. Still, you stepped aside before you could stop yourself. He walked in like he belonged there, slow and unbothered, and you hated that your pulse picked up because of it. You slammed the door behind him.

“Well?” you asked, crossing your arms. “You said you wanted me.”

“I do.”

You tilted your head. “Then baby, if you need me, put your loving where your mouth is.”

He went still for half a second, eyes narrowing, deciding whether to laugh or ruin you with one look.

“You rehearse that?” he asked.

“No. It came naturally.”

He stepped closer... then closer again. You held your ground even as the air between you thickened.

“You’ve been real brave over text,” he said quietly.

“And you’ve been real chatty for someone who had nothing to say in person.”

His jaw flexed. “I deserved that.”

“Wow,” you said dryly. “Say you’re a big changed man next.”

“I’m not changed.” He stopped directly in front of you, close enough that the heat from him wrapped around your skin. “I’m here.”

Your throat tightened, but you masked it with a scoff. “Paragraphs mean shit to me.”

“Good,” he murmured, eyes dropping to your mouth. “I didn’t come here to write.”

You turned away first, heading for the kitchen because if you stood there another second you’d look too affected. “Then why’d you come?”

He followed you easily. “To stop you acting like you don’t care.”

You laughed and reached for the fridge handle, but his hand landed, pushing it shut with a sharp click. He caged you against the counter, one palm beside your head, his body close enough to make breathing annoying.

“You ignored me for three days,” he said.

“ Which you survived.”

“You flirted with Nate last night.”

Your eyes widened. “Were you stalking my socials?”

“I saw the story.”

“So you do care.”

“I care enough to know you only posted it for me.”

That hit harder than you wanted it to. You looked away, jaw tight. “You think everything’s about you,” you muttered.

“No.” His voice dropped lower. “Just the things you do when you’re upset.”

There it was. That awful talent he had for seeing straight through you. You shoved at his chest. “Move.”

He caught your wrists easily and pinned them lightly against the counter. Not roughly, but enough to stop you.

Your breath caught.

“Still talking sweet,” he said, eyes fixed on yours. “Still pretending you’re madder than you are hurt.”

“Let go.”

“Ask nicely.” You glared. He only waited, maddeningly calm.

“Matt.”

“Not nice.”

“You’re insufferable.”

“And you’re needy.”

“I am not.”

“You wanted my attention so bad at that party you nearly exploded.”

“I wanted respect.”

“You wanted me to look at you.” Silence fell between you because he was right, and you hated that he knew it. His expression softened, just barely.

“There she is,” he said quietly. “The real one.”

Your anger wavered. “You made me look stupid.”

“I know.”

“You let that girl hang all over you.”

“I know.”

“You didn’t come after me.”

“I know.” Each admission stole another piece of the fight from you. He released one of your wrists, his hand sliding to your waist instead, warm and steady.

“I was pissed,” he admitted. “Thought you were playing games.”

“I was.” A faint smile touched his mouth. “Yeah. I know. But I still should’ve come after you.”

The sincerity in his voice made your chest ache, so naturally you reached for sarcasm. “You’re late.”

“Then punish me.” Your eyes snapped to his, looking completely serious.

“You talk a lot,” you whispered.

“And you like when I back it up.” Before you could answer, he kissed you.

It was hard enough to shut you up. His hand tightened at your waist while your fingers grabbed fistfuls of his hoodie, dragging him closer like you hadn’t spent days pretending you were over him. He kissed you, deepening it; he already knew you’d fold, like he’d been waiting for the exact second your pride cracked.

“There you are,” he murmured against your lips.

“Shut up.”

“You missed me.”

“Did not.” He kissed you again until the argument dissolved into heat and shaky breathing. When he finally pulled back, his forehead rested against yours, both of you trying to steady yourselves.

“You done fighting me?” he asked.

“No.”

A dangerous grin spread across his face. “Good.”

He lifted you onto the counter in one smooth motion, settling himself between your knees as your hands flew to his shoulders. His palms traced slowly up your thighs, teasing patiently, making your pulse jump harder with every inch.

“You wanted me at your door?” he asked softly.

“Yes.”

“You wanted me apologizing?”

“Yes.”

“You wanted me in your bed?” Heat rushed to your cheeks. He tilted your chin up.

“Use your real voice.”

“Yes,” you breathed. The satisfaction in his eyes nearly ruined you.

He kissed you again, slower this time, deeper, one hand at the back of your neck while the other rested warm against your thigh. Every touch felt deliberate, every second stretched longer just to make you feel it more. When he pulled away, he brushed his thumb over your cheek and smirked.

“Next time you miss me,” he said, “skip the attitude.”

You smiled sweetly, still breathless. “Next time you mess up, skip the paragraphs.”

His laugh was low and dangerous as he lifted you off the counter and started toward the bedroom.

“Fair enough.”

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[purrrrblonde]

𝐖𝐇𝐘'𝐃 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐎𝐍𝐋𝐘 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐌𝐄 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔'𝐑𝐄 𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐇︖

chris loves to call when he’s drunk and needy.

warnings ︖ smut substances mean!chris aloof!reader

𝐓𝐇𝐄 first time he calls, it’s late. surprise to no one, though. it’s always late. your phone buzzes against your nightstand, soft at first, then louder. you groan, roll over, squint at the screen through one eye. chris. you let it ring. just for a second. just long enough to prove to yourself you don’t have to pick up. you still do. “…hello?”

your voice comes out rough, sleep-heavy. there’s a beat on the other end, muffled music, someone laughing somewhere far behind him, you gather he’s stepped outside or into a hallway to take this. “hey.”

he says it easy. too easy. like you talked this afternoon. like he didn’t leave your last text sitting there for three days, unopened, untouched. you push yourself up against your headboard, blanket pooling in your lap. your room is quiet, the kind of quiet that makes everything feel louder than it should. “it’s like, one in the morning,” you mumble. a quiet exhale, almost a scoff. “yeah. i know.” of course he does.

he always calls at times like this. never three in the afternoon, never when the sun is out and people are normal and you could pretend this is something normal too. it’s always like this, the hours when everyone is tuckered in the night and people are dreaming of going to work in their underwear.

there’s a pause. you can hear him breathing. “you busy?” you almost laugh at that. your eyes flick around your room. your desk, messy with half-finished work. your shoes kicked off by the door. everything exactly where it was before he called. and it would be exactly there when he hung up. “no,” you say, quieter now. he hums, low, that’s what he expected. and there it is.

he only calls like this. late. hazy. you start to think he just remembered you exist in the middle of everything else. you press your lips together, thumb tracing the edge of your phone. “what do you want, chris?” another shift. fabric, maybe. his voice comes back softer, closer, like he’s leaning into the phone now.

“nothing,” he says, and then, after a second, “just… wanted to hear you.” you cock a brow. you know the tone in his voice, those breathy slurs. "just... wanted to hear your voice," he repeats, slower this time. purposefully slow, like he's drawing out the words to fill the quiet between you two. his voice drops lower, more intimate. "you still awake?" stupid question, considering you just answered the phone.

“yeah, chris. clearly.” you scoff, immediately irritated. the background noise cuts abruptly when that door clicks shut. the bass-heavy thrum of the music is reduced to a dull, distant vibration, suddenly muffled by wood and distance. you hear the familiar squeak of his mattress springs, the rustle of duvet covers as he collapses backward. “shit’s loud out there,” he mumbles, sounding significantly closer to the speaker now.

"so... what are you wearing?" his voice takes on that familiar, playful tone he uses when he's been drinking. you can almost picture him laid out on his bed, phone cradled against his ear as he stares up at the ceiling, a lazy grin tugging at his lips.

your jaw tightens. "you really gonna do this now?" you mutter, pulling your blanket tighter around your waist. "because if this is what you wanted to hear, i could've saved us both the time." a low chuckle escapes from his end of the line. "what? i can't check on my girl?" he's quiet for a second, and you think maybe he's caught himself, realized how easily the words slipped out. 'his girl'. he doesn't mean it like that, not really. but you don't correct him. "you're still there?" he asks, voice softening. "yeah," you sigh, flopping back against your pillows.

"you know what i'm thinking about?" he asks, his voice taking on that husky edge that means he's probably taking off his shirt right now. "probably not," you mutter, but your heart rate picks up anyway. "your tits," he says bluntly, like he always does when he's like this. "in that black lace bra you wore last week." you can hear the rustle of fabric on his end, the sound of him adjusting himself. "fuck, they were perfect."

his hand slowly moves down his stomach, slipping beneath the waistband of his boxers. he's hard already, thinking about you. "you remember that night?" he asks, his voice hoarse. "when i bent you over the couch and fucked those pretty tits?" you swallow hard.

you definitely remember. you can practically feel his hands on you again, the weight of him pressing you into the cushions. "i remember," you murmur, your free hand moving up to brush over your chest. "yeah?" his breath hitches slightly, the wet slide of his hand audible on the line. "miss fuckin' them." his words make your stomach flip, a familiar heat pooling low in your belly. "chris," you warn, but it comes out breathy. you're already sliding your hand under your sleep shirt, thumb brushing over a nipple. "i can make you come in like two minutes if you let me," he boasts, voice thick. "right now. over the phone."

you scoff, but your fingers are already circling your nipple, mimicking his touch. "you're drunk," you whisper back, but you're arching into your own touch. "i doubt you can even stand." "doesn't mean i don't know how to make you wet," he counters, and you hear the slick sound of his hand working over his cock.

"come on, baby," he coaxes, his voice dropping lower. "just let me hear you come. i'll be quiet, i promise." you bite your lip, knowing you shouldn't but already sliding your hand down into your panties. "chris..." you whimper softly. "yeah, that's it," he breathes, the sound of his fist moving faster now, wet and rhythmic. "touch that pussy for me. tell me how wet you are." your fingers slip through your folds easily, confirming exactly what he knew. "soaked," you whisper back, embarrassed but turned on. "god, i wish i was there."

"fuck, me too," he groans, and you can hear the strain in his voice. "i'd eat you out until you couldn't walk. just lay you out on my bed and worship that pretty cunt." his dirty talk is always slightly poetic when he's drunk. "but since i'm not there... you're just gonna have to make yourself come for me."

your finger slides inside, and you bite back a moan. "you're such an asshole," you whisper, but you're already moving against your own touch. "drunk, calls me at one am, demands i get myself off while he listens..." he snorts at that. "demands?" he echoes, a lazy chuckle escaping him. "baby, i'm beggin'."

you roll your eyes, but you're too turned on to be actually annoyed. your finger moves faster, in and out, while your thumb circles your clit. "shut up," you hiss quietly, listening to him pant on the other end. "i…just...shut up and listen." he goes quiet immediately, the only sound his heavy breathing and the muffled noises of his hand moving rapidly. you can imagine him laid out on his bed, phone pressed to his ear, eyes closed as he listens to your soft whimpers and wet sounds.

your legs spread wider, giving yourself better access. you're close already, his dirty words and the sound of him jerking off pushing you towards the edge. "almost there," you whisper hoarsely. on his end, he lets out a low groan, his pace increasing. "that's it... fuck..." he shifts, "come on, baby," he urges softly, voice tight with his own impending orgasm. "let me hear you. i wanna hear you come through the phone." your free hand moves up to cover your mouth, muffling your moans as your back arches off the bed.

you come with a silent cry, body shaking as your orgasm crashes over you. on the other end of the line, he lets out a stifled groan, spilling into his hand as he listens to your ragged breathing. "fuck... yeah..." he mumbles, sounding completely out of it. once his breathing has returned to normal, he asks quietly, "you still there?" his voice is softer now, the alcohol and post-orgasmic state making him almost tender. "mhm," you murmur, still trying to catch your breath.

"you know... for someone who was just cursing me out, you sure sounded sweet when you came." he smirks, his voice low. "almost made me cum just listenin' to you." you roll your eyes, a small smirk tugging at your lips despite yourself. "shut up." he laughs softly, the sound warm and familiar. "you're welcome," he says, a note of smugness in his voice. "anytime you need a little help getting off, just give me a call." you shake your head, even though he can't see it. he’s definitely drunk.

𝐃𝐘𝐋𝐀𝐍'𝐒 𝐓𝐈𝐃𝐁𝐈𝐓𝐒: oh he’s such an asshole 🤤

[danieletramet]

[chrisssiren]

Your back arches as Matt’s tongue works you over, pushing you towards another release faster than you’d anticipated. His face is half-buried in your pussy, nose pressed against your mound, mouth devouring you. Your desperate moans and whimpers only seem to fuel his need to keep eating your sweet pussy.

He groans and moans into your wet folds like your arousal is the most delicious thing he’s had in his mouth, his arms wrapped tightly around your thighs and fingers digging into your soft flesh to keep you open for his hungry mouth. He can feel your thighs trembling, breathy gasps overtaking your moans.

You’re so close to orgasming—he knows you are.

So, he redoubles his efforts, not even taking a moment to breathe, panting against your flesh like you’re the oxygen he needs. The feeling of your fingers tugging at his hair and the way your hips move against his mouth—almost like you’re trying to ride his face—undoes him completely.

And you’re definitely not the only one coming; Matt paints the inside of his own pants white, having been grinding against the bed without even realizing it.

You have to pull him back by force, too sensitive for any more stimulation, your thighs trembling. And only then does he (reluctantly) pull away, lips glossy and swollen, eyes glazed over and heavy-lidded, pupils blown wide, chest heaving.

He looks wrecked.

Seems like he thoroughly enjoyed his first taste of pussy.

© 𝖈𝖍𝖗𝖎𝖘𝖘𝖘𝖎𝖗𝖊𝖓

𐔌 𝓷𝓸𝓽𝓮𝓼 ꒱ man... idek how many layouts i have rn. anyway, i struggled to write this ngl, even tho it’s so short... and i apologize if it’s shit, i couldn’t be bothered to proofread 😭

[sirenstags]

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[mattflvwr]

no lube, no protection, all night, all day, from the kitchen floor to the toilet seat, from the dining table ta the bedroom, from the bathroom sink to the shower, from the front porch to the balcony, vertically, horizontally, quadratic, exponential, logarithmic, missionary, cowgirl, reverse cow girl, doggy, backwards, forwards sideways, upside down, on the floor, in the bed, on the couch, on a chair, being carried against the wall, outside in a train, on a plane, in the car, on a motorcycle, the bed of a truck, on a trampoline, in a bounce house, in the pool, bent over, in the basement, against the window, have the most toe curling, back arching, leg shaking, dick throbbing, fist clenching, ear ringing, mouth drooling, ass clenching, nose sniffling, eye watering, eye rolling, hip thrusting, earthquaking, sheet gripping, knuckles cracking, jaw dropping, hair pulling. teeth chattering. mind boggling, soul snatching. overstimulating, vile, sloppy, moan inducing, heart wrenching, spine tingling, back breaking, atrocious, gushy, creamy, beastly, lip bitting, gravity defying, nail biting, sweaty, feet kicking, mind blowing, body shivering. orgasmic, bone breaking, world ending, black hole creating, universe destroying, devious, scrumptious, amazing, delightful, delectable, unbelievable, body numbing, bark worthy, cant walk, head nodding, soul evaporating, volcano erupting, sweat rolling, voice cracking, trembling, sheets soaked, hair drenched, flabbergasting, lip locking, skin peeling, eyelash removing, eye widening pussy popping, nail scratching. back cuts, spectacular, brain cell desolving, hair ripping, show stopping magnificent, unique, extraordinary, splendid, phenomenal, mouth foaming heavenly, awakening, devils tangos riding one could offer.

[slvtf0rchr1s]

. . . ⇢ ˗ˏˋ EDGING ENEMY!CHRIS UNTIL HES ALL WHINY ࿐ྂ

↳ more enemy!chris x enemy!reader here ༉‧₊

“mmpfh- just like that.. mhm..”

chris’s head is thrown back against the wall, his hips lazily bucking up every now and then. and you? you’re on your knees in front of him, his cock shoved down your throat.

you glance up at him, letting go of his dick to stroke him, focusing on his scrunched up face. he groans.

“cmon, mouth again..”

he mumbles, glancing down at you with half lidded eyes, who are slightly glazed over in arousal. you chuckle, shaking your head in teasing disappointment before taking him in your mouth again, eyes locked on his this time.

you suck on his tip, making his hips stutter.

“ah.. yeah like that..” he moans softly, hands gripping the back of your head along with your hair.

a sound escapes you, muffled due his cock in your mouth. he gives you a smirk, licking his lips as he takes in the sight of you on your knees.

“mhm.. there we go.. o—ohh..”

he trails off as you take him deeper with a smirk, chris bites his lips, resting his head against the wall.

his chest is heaving up and down quicker now, his breathing growing heavier. his grip on your hair tightens, a low moan escapes him.

“fuck baby.. i’m gonna—ngh..”

he moans again, and you can practically feel his wall crashing down as his voice cracks.

and that’s the moment when you let go of him with a pop, glancing up at him innocently, a small smirk on your face.

his eyes snap open, he stares down at you, brows furrowed.

“the fuck you doing?” he grumbles, and you shrug, the smirk never disappearing of your face. he groans, clearly frustrated.

“i was fuckin’ close, c’mon..” he mumbles, holding the back of your head and pushing you forward again. but you refuse, tutting softly.

“you should work on your manners.”

you whisper, a smile on your face. and this time a small whine escapes him, covered by a groan he lets out short after, as if that distracts you from the fact he basically whined.

you give him a fake sweet smile, shifting on your knees as your hand gives his—still rock hard— dick a few slow strokes, just not enough to make him feel satisfied.

he groans, his eyes squeezing shut. his hand, that was first roughly moving through your hair, now has seemed to slowed down, his touch more gentle than first.

you smirk to yourself, knowing his wall is crumbling more and more, a slight crack appearing in his ego.

“c’mon…” he whispers, hips bucking forward. the sight is almost pathetic, and it makes you stiffle a laugh.

your hand slows down even more on his cock, which is leaking precum, needing attention.

he whines. “god please.. please..” he whispers the last word like a plea, his voice cracking for the first time ever.

and you can’t help but squeeze your legs together as you look at his state, his face that is normally scrunched together in a scoff, is now flushed, brows knitted together.

you lean forward and take him in your mouth again, causing a strangled moan to escape chris.

“f-fuck…”

you hum around his cock, bobbing your head up and down faster. he moans once again, hips bucking forward as he throws his head back.

after a short moment, his breathing quickens again, his mouth agape in an O shape.

“gonna— gonna—“ he pants out, his back arched slightly. and instead of giving him the satisfaction he wants, you simply remove your mouth from his dick once again, smiling up at him evilly.

chris whimpers in response, his usual dominance completely vanished into thin air. his dick throbs in need as he glances down at you with half lidded eyes.

and you don’t have to tell him anything, because he frowns slightly in need, his voice coming out strained.

“please… more..”

an almost proud smile curls at the corners of your lips. it’s rare to see chris like this, so vulnerable, so needy.

it makes you even wetter than you’d like to admit, so when the boy whines once again, whimpering something about “needing this”, you decide to take him back in your mouth, sucking him off again and letting him reach his release.

but not before edging him one last time, just for your own amusement.

a/n another request :) hope this is good enough 😭 it got kinda sloppy towards the end im sorryyy

[hannahsturniolo]

My stomach did the thing. 🫠🫠🫠🫠

[viviansturns]

so obsessed with this edit omgg

i LOVE everlong

[sturniolosweetie]

Love me daddy 🤤🥵😍

(Not my edit video)

[matthewswifeee]

GUYS I HAVE A WHOLE FOLDER OF MATT AUDIOS IN MY PHONE !!!!

[y2kstarr]

gimme more - c. sturniolo

part 1 | part 2

˖ ִ⭑ ࣪ warnings : sub!Chris, usage of mama and pup/puppy, collar and leash, edging, choking if you squint hard enough, oral (fem!receiving)

"No way, nuh uh, nope-"

He was instantly turning down the idea the moment you pulled out the collar and matching leash from the Spencer's shipping box, a purchase you'd made just hours after the whole thigh fucking incident. What? No way in hell were you turning down this good of an idea.

"What?" You cooed innocently, as if you had absolutely zero unholy thoughts about him wearing it the second you clicked the damn thing on the website. "Oh c'monnn, Chris. It'd look so cute on you!"

"Nope, I'm not wearing that. Never in a million fucking years."

His pout and trying glare was noticed as you held it up to him, but you could see the spark in his eyes before he looked away, the way he swallowed as the leather grazed against his throat, pink coming to his cheek undoubtedly due to forming thoughts.

Oh, this was gonna be one hell of a night.

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"O–oh— Mm–!"

Whines spilled from Chris' kiss swollen lips, pants heard echoing off the walls of your bedroom as your hand stroked along his weeping cock with ease. Pre-cum dripped from the tip, his head falling back against your shoulder as your thumb rubbed against it teasingly before sliding back down his shaft.

"C'mon, Chris," You cooed in his ear, nipping at his earlobe and smirking as he whimpered pathetically at the action. "Look in the mirror for me, yeah?"

He whined in protest, turning his head to try and nuzzle back into your neck, like an embarrassed little puppy, and as cute as it was, you knew what you wanted, and you were going to get it.

A sharp tug at the leash and a gasp left his lips, his head instantly lifting up just to be met with the reflection of himself, his chest rising and falling with each panted breath, his cheeks dusted in an embarrassed pink, and his cock weeping from the edging, his tip an angry, needy red.

"Look at how good you look, pup," You praised him, giving his cock a squeeze and smirking at the way he squirmed a little, his hands gripping tightly into the sheets around the two of you, knuckles going white. "I told you it'd look adorable on you.." God, that pathetic whine.

Black leather wrapped around his neck — not tight enough to choke him but not too loose for that to not be an option — looked so good with the marks you'd already left on him. A silver clasp and cold loop pressed against the warm skin of his throat, connected to the leash that you held tightly.

The way the leather end wrapped around your hand, held tightly in your palm, gave you such a power trip, you just couldn't help but tug at it once more, making him whimper and look at you through the mirror.

"'s embarrassing, ma.." He pouted with glossy lips, brows furrowed a bit as he watched your hand stroke his cock through the mirror, before feeling your breath against his ear, a smirk on your lips as you whispered:

"That's the point, puppy."

His eyes rolled back into his head as you picked up speed once more, a choked out moan leaving his lips as he struggled not to buck up into your hand, so utterly in need for release after nearly an hour of teetering on the edge of ecstasy.

"mm– mama— o–oh fuck—" His head once again fell back against your shoulder, but his eyes stayed open, fuzzy, lidded vision capturing the way your wrist twisted just right on each upstroke, a whine leaving his lips as you squeezed the head of his cock playfully.

That familiar warm feeling coiled low in his stomach, his breathing starting to quicken as his chest rose and fell, his thighs starting to tremble as he withheld himself from fucking up into your hand.

"A–ah— puh– please mama— please lemme cum—" He begged so pretty, his voice a whiny melody you loved getting to hear, drool practically glistening on his pouty, bottom lip, a sight you craved nearly every time you had him like this for you. Such a dumb-fucked puppy.

"Aww, you think I should finally let you cum?" You teased, looking at his disheveled state, his hair messy and starting to stick to his forehead from the sweat, his eyelids struggling to stay open for you as he nodded his head with a whine.

"'M– 'M so close, mama–" He whimpered, his cock twitching in your hand as he panted, so close to that ethereal feeling... when suddenly you stopped, fully letting go as he whined and begged pathetically. "N–no! No– mama, pleasee—"

You watched as his cock twitched and practically moved on its own, trying to search for that pleasure as his hips gave a weak thrust up, a near sob leaving his throat as you giggled at the sight of him, so needy, so pathetic. Tears brimmed his eyes as his hands dug into the sheets, so close to tearing them with how hard he gripped.

"You think you deserve it?" You cooed as your nails slowly caressed a trail up the underside of his cock, making him gasp.

"Y–yes mama—"

"Yeah?"

"Please, mama– please—" He practically cried, so utterly in need of cumming that he'd get in his knees for you if you wanted.

You hummed decisively as you looked over him once more in the mirror, that collar looking so damn good around his neck... before finally choosing to wrap your hand back around his dick and pumping it once more.

"A–ah!— Th–Thank you, mama— Oh fu– thank you—" He gasped out, his head starting to fall back again before being pulled back up by a tug at his leash, a silent demand as he tried to keep his focus on the mirror.

Near babbles left his lips as you stroked his cock, drool coming down the corner of his mouth from how heavenly it felt. His hips gave an experimental thrust, and as you didn't tell him off — neither scolding him nor pulling your hand away — he quickly let himself move his hips, fucking up into your hand.

"That's it, puppy, c'mon," You cooed, chuckling at the state of him, your strokes matching his thrusts the best they could.

"M–Mama— 'M gonna– 'M gonna cum—" He whined in his babbled words, shuddering hard as you bit his earlobe and whispered those divine words to him, the ones he'd been begging for.

"Cum for me, baby.."

You hardly even got your words out when cum practically shot from his cock, painting his chest and tummy in his load as his back arched from your chest, his head thrown back in ecstasy as he let out a silent scream, hands death-griping the sheets from how hard it washed over him.

Pearly white cum covered the skin of his thighs, your hand practically milking his dick of all he had to offer. He finally sucked in a breath as his chest heaved, thighs trembling as you stroked his cock a bit more, watching as the last drops of his semen dripped down over your fingers

"That's it," You whispered in a much needed praise, his head light and fuzzy from his intense orgasm, vision blurry as his head rested back against your shoulder, his fucked out state one that you'd never grow tired of. "Such a good boy for mama."

He whimpered with a nod, too out of it to verbally respond at the moment, which made you smile, pressing soft kisses against his cheek as your hand playfully tugged at his cock twice, making his body jolt at the feeling.

"A–ah— too much—" He panted with a smile, whining as he practically curled in on himself against your chest, trying to shun his spent cock away from you the best he could. He buried his face into your neck as he let out a breathless chuckle to match your giggles, his thighs still trembling and twitching just a bit from the aftershocks.

You finally unwrapped your fingers from around his dick, your clean hand letting go of the leash and reaching back for the towel you'd grabbed earlier, bringing it forth to wiped your hand clean, before bringing it to his skin.

"'Did so good for me, Chris," You praised him, pressing soft kisses against his forehead as he practically purred at the gentleness, letting you clean him up before he mumbled something too quiet for you to hear.

"What was that, baby?" You asked, watching as he lifted his head up to rest on your shoulder once more, his pretty, blue eyes looking at you like a lovesick puppy, making you wonder just how you got so lucky, before his words made your eyebrows raise.

"Wanna make you cum too.." Voice strained a bit, body exhausted, brain nearly mush, and yet, he still wanted to be the obedient little puppy he was, just for a little while more.

Damn... it couldn't get much better than this.

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"Mm– fuck, that's it, pup—"

You let your head fall back on the fluffy pillow propped up against the headboard, your legs spread as Chris lay between them, his mouth and tongue working absolute wonders at your parts that craved much needed attention.

Your fingers carded through his brunet curls as you lifted your head, looking down at the man who practically groveled at your feet with only a few words, a soft moan leaving your lips as he pressed his tongue flat against your clit before flicking it.

"Such a good boy, enjoying your treat, yeah?" You cooed, biting your lip as he practically moaned against your folds, his arms that wrapped underneath your thighs gripping a little tighter as you tugged at his strands. "Tell mama how it tastes, puppy,"

"Nn– 'tastes so good, mama—"

A sharp tug at the leash and a needy whine left his lips, his eyes looking up at you in a messy, pussy-drunken state, all fucked out from earlier and just wanting to please you, making a smirk tug at your lips.

His pouty lips glistened with your juices already, pressing a needy kiss to your mound before pressing his tongue against your clit once more, loving the sight of you rolling your head back in pleasure as he sloppily ate you out, the action a mix of drunken lust and the need to make you cum.

"Just like that, puppy.." You cooed, letting yourself relax into the pleasurable feeling of his mouth on you, your fingers lax in his curls and loosening around the leash.

"Such a good boy."

a / n : hope this was a good part 2 for y'all! Thank you to the person who requested I make it cause i didn't even think to until you asked 😭

can't you tell i'm a whore for having him cry and beg?? 😋

tysmm for giving part 1 so much love!! i've got a bunch more ideas currently cooking in my drafts, and since my weekends free, mama's feeding yall good 😋 (hopefully-)

Hope you guys like! Inbox is wide open for requests or just chatting :3

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[desturns]

SURPRISE matt sturniolo x reader

summary. . . shower sex with matt turns into your first introduction with his brothers turns into matt proving himself, however that looks like.

warnings. . . mdni, smut, shower sex, pnv, some clit & nipple play, heavily implied f receiving oral towards the end, not proofread, over 2.7k words

des speaks. . . sigh. guys i actually hate this i think it's one of my worst creations yet u can tell i had no idea how to end it off oh my god HOWEVER i just needed to put SOMETHING out so my creative juices could start flowing again. buuuutttt i do have some bbf and bfb cookin in my docs and i am pretty excited about that tbh 🤭 alr alr alr read on sluts

you'd known at some point you'd have to meet matt's brothers, but you didn't think it'd be like this.

if you had known they were planning on popping up like a bunch of weeds, surprise hugs and gifts under their arms, than maybe you wouldn't have teased matt enough to have him join you in the shower—wouldn't have started touching him in the way that had him preening under your fingertips, wouldn't have started kissing him as the stream of water hit the both of you, wouldn't have lifted your leg so he'd have better access to your cunt that throbbed with desire.

“fuckin’. . .” you panted out, your words sounding like a hybrid between a plea and a protest. “feels so good, matt. keep goin’ please. . .”

his next thrust was deeper, but not rough—never rough with you—making your toes curl from where they were locked around his waist. “yeah, baby? right there?”

you nodded wordlessly, words failing you as he hit that spongy spot inside you that made you open up to him even more, gripping him tight enough to pull him in further. your body couldn't get enough of the way he made you feel, constantly making you feel like you were about to explode like a pack of fireworks. matt could feel what he was doing to you, could feel the way your pussy was tightening around him like it never wanted his dick to be apart from it ever again.

“cum, baby,” matt whispered in your ear, his tone firm yet full of love despite his dirty words, caring more for your pleasure than his. “c’mon, you could do it, baby. cum all over my dick. suck me in juusst like that–shit–fuckin’ love it when you cream allll on me, baby, c’mon—lemme see it.”

he secured your leg around his waist, holding your leg with his left hand and making sure your hands were properly wrapped around his neck before his right hand trailed down, finding your clit easily. it felt like a little pebble, throbbing from lack of attention, the feeling almost making him chuckle if touching it didn't immediately make you gasp and mewl. his touch was light, his thumb rubbing tight circles around the small bundle of nerves—he knew it was only a matter of seconds before you came, your walls already starting to pulsate around him.

just a few more deep thrusts, some timely rubbed circles and—

“matty! yo, where you at?”

matt's entire body froze, his hand and hips stopping just a second off from your orgasm.

that intense euphoric feeling you were about to achieve was ripped from you in an instant, going from fuzzy to frustrated within a second. “matt, what the fuck—”

“shh, shh,” he cuts you off with an index finger to your mouth, your brows raising incredulously from his audacity. you would've bit his finger off and started complaining at him for edging you like this, but then you saw his wide eyes and the way he seemed to be trying very hard to listen to something.

after another five antagonizing seconds of silence, you both hear it clearly this time. well, not clearly, the words were faint behind the bathroom tile walls, but they were still there. “matt, c’mon, we came all this way to surprise you, and this is the thanks we get?! get your ass down here, kid!”

matt groans lowly as his forehead leans against yours, your own eyes widening with recognition. not exactly recognition because you've never met them in person yet, but shit, were you about to. muttering a quick sorry and kissing the side of your mouth, matt pulls out of you—slow enough to not overstimulate you, fast enough that he didn't keep his brothers waiting—and turns the water off from the shower.

you watch him for a brief moment stumble around the bathroom, throwing on his shorts he left on the ground before tossing you a towel, grabbing one for himself for his hair, running it through like he was trying to create a fire.

“matt, why are your brothers here right now?” you hissed in a whisper at him, holding the towel to your chest. you weren't mad, not at all, but you felt like you were allowed to be shocked.

this was definitely not how you planned on meeting them. fucking their brother in the shower and then a minute later showing your face to say hello? absolutely not.

“‘m sorry, baby, i don’t know,” he mumbled hastily, checking himself in the mirror before looking back at you, already backing to the door. he tucked his still hard length into his waistband—classic—before shrugging on the shirt he left on the sink. “they like to visit from time to time, think it's a ‘good' surprise. just—fuck, get dressed and meet us downstairs, okay? i'll make it up to you, angel, i promise.”

he was already out of the bathroom before you could throw a complaint—which would be reasonable, considering you were now left aching for that release and had to play meet and greet with the few people you actually wanted to impress.

after briefly and honestly, thinking about masterbating before exiting the shower, you decide you'd rather not add to your list of embarrassments tonight and just started getting ready. even that was an understatement when all you did was dry off, sneak to your guys’ bedroom while hearing three sounds of laughter come from the living room, and get dressed in something decent—an oversized shirt with loose shorts, with unfortunately, a bra underneath.

you didn't hate bras, but you preferred to keep them off when in the comfort of your home when it was just you and matt—but there was no way you'd show your face to his brothers with your nipples acting like mountain peaks right now, so, sacrifices had to be made.

when it came time to actually meet chris and nick, they surprisingly didn't make too many “caught you at a bad time?” jokes, giving both their brother and you some grace and respect even though it was totally obvious from the way both you and matt had wet hair. they were funny and polite, not that you were expecting anything less from the way matt described them, but it made the interaction more bearable to get through.

turned out, as well as randomly dropping by to see their brother who they haven't seen since “he bagged a baddie” their words, although, it did crack you up, they were also going to be staying the night. you weren't all that angry about that fact, you didn't care if they stayed one night or ten, but you were a little disappointed because you knew matt wasn't going to resume shit while his family was in the same house. he was respectful like that and, plus, you had a mouth on you.

you were back in your room now, brushing through your now damp hair with a wince while he was setting his brothers up with pillows and blankets for the couch. your bra was hanging off the side of the bed and your libido was suddenly gone, replaced with this closed lid irritation for the fact that you were no longer horny. after applying your hair oil that was definitely too late to even use but you didn't care anymore, the door opened and closed swiftly, matt releasing a breath he didn't even know he was holding as he leaned against the closed door.

“i love my brothers, i do,” he started saying in a whisper, your eyes glancing at him from the mirror. “but they have the worst timing.”

you shrugged one shoulder, attempting to act more casual than you felt, closing the cap on your bottle. “could've been worse. they could've walked in on us in doggy or something.”

his gaze held onto your figure, eyes tracking the way you moved around your vanity like a tight rope ready to snap loose. he had noticed you were wearing your bra while talking with chris and nick, but it was gone, twin peaks poking through your shirt due to the small chill in the room. he felt that familiar ache start to return—his dick, that was so neatly tucked between his pelvis and his waistband, twitching just slightly.

“you mad at me?” he asked quietly after a beat, the question catching you off guard that you turned to look at him. he looked small against the door, like he was bracing himself, but there was a different look in his eye other than guilty.

“no. what? why would i be mad at you?”

he looked at the ground, not trusting what he did if he kept looking at your tits with his brothers in the next room. “i mean, kinda accidentally edged you. i'd be pissed, too, if you did that to me.”

you stared at matt, conflicted choosing between being a drama queen and making it a bigger deal than it was or letting it go and instead focusing on how well your first introduction to the boys went. well, not like how you intended, but for what it was worth given the situation. your shoulders dropped and you softened your voice, shaking your head. “i'm not mad. a little frustrated, obviously, i was edged to death in that shower, but your brothers are funny. i'm glad i got to meet them, under the circumstances.”

his eyes flicked back up to yours, as if testing whether you were lying or not to make him feel better. “yeah? you liked them?”

you were nodding now, a small smile forming on your face as you recalled one of nicks bizarre stories while chris offered commentary the whole time, you and matt laughing at every joke and comparison. “yeah, actually, a lot. like, would i have preferred meeting them in a restaurant or a coffee spot or somewhere in neutral ground? yeah, but i didn't, and it was better that they weren't making it a big deal or anything. that helped.”

it took matt a second to register your words before he was smiling, too—the one that made you feel lighter and relieved and a little giddy that you got along with his brothers. he pushed off the door and crossed over to you in two strides, hands itching at his sides like he wanted to touch you, but was holding himself back. “yeah, they're cool like that. i can tell they liked you, too—they don't perform their over the top stories for just anybody.”

you giggled, your own relief and a small sense of pride washing through you, turning back to your mirror in the vanity. finally, like he couldn't help himself, matt leaned down and placed his hands on your shoulders, fingers kneading gently before kissing your cheek. you blushed at the softness of it, locking eyes with him in the reflection. “thank you. seriously.”

you wanted to feign some sense of humbleness, to act like you didn't know why he was thanking you—knowing damn well that at any point you could've gotten pissy, threw a fit. but before you could come up with a remark, he was kissing behind your ear, hands making their way down your chest. you stilled as he grabbed both your breasts, squeezing gently to feel your hard nubs against his palm.

“and i promised that i'd make it up to you,” he added before punctuating it with another soft kiss at the side of your neck, hands now fondling your tits in the way that was making you feel a little dizzy.

not only because he knew massaging them would turn you on, but because he was usually against the idea of being intimate when around other people. you remembered when you'd taken him to meet your parents and you both stayed in your childhood bed—the man practically built a pillow wall just to stop you from getting any ideas. this new boldness was surprising and, at the very least, welcomed.

“with your bothers two doors down? won't you get worried they'd—”, your cut off when he started sucking on your skin, pinching one of your nipples through your shirt, a small moan leaving your lips before you gathered yourself, “—hear us?”

matt didn't answer, at least not right away. instead he took away his hands and turned you around, making you sit facing him. he was looking at you with a fierce mix of lust and love and it made you only needier, feeling that heat return to your core like it never left. then he was leaning in again, hands finding your knees, pulling your legs apart slowly.

“i know, baby, but. . .” he got down on his knees between your legs and paused, as if he were ashamed to even be thinking it with family in close proximity, before rushing the words out in a low tone, leaning up so your faces were only inches away. “fuck, i just really need this.”

“you. . . really need?. . .”

he brushed his lips against yours, eyes locked onto yours. the intensity would've once made you squirm and shy away from his gaze, but now, you relished in it. “really, sweetheart? you gonna make me say it?”

even in the heat of the moment, you couldn't bite back your smirk. “that depends. is it something you're gonna cringe at immediately after?”

matt's brows shot up, his face creating the smallest bit of distance as he looked at you incredulously. “you sayin’ i cringe after saying extremely sexy and dirty things?”

your shoulders lifted in a tiny shrug. “i mean, i’m not not saying you do that. . . but you do have the tendency to overthink your words in the moment unless you're already in me.”

matt held your gaze for a beat as if he was looking for something he was missing, like he'd find it written all over your face. you didn't break eye contact because you weren't going to lie—if anything, you liked when matt embarrassed himself and when he lost himself in your shared intimacy. however, it seemed like your words broke a dam in him, his face twisting from soft and teasing to a determined thing.

before you knew it, you were being hauled off your chair and carried over to the bed, yelping when you realized your feet were off the ground. he tossed you on the bed softly, tsking with a little head shake. “‘overthink my words unless i'm in you’. now, i love you, but shut up or else my brothers will hear.”

your eyes almost bulged out of your skull as you watched him tug his shirt off, sputtering real quick before he dropped to his knees again and tugged you forward. the motion made you gasp before you realized what he planned on doing, the anticipation swirling in your gut.

he left your sleep shorts on, but now your knees were separated apart, almost being pushed up to your chest. he started by kissing the inside of your thigh and then, just to further confuse you on where this sudden act of boldness came from, nipped you. “good luck talkin’ all that shit while i’m licking this sweet pussy.”

you shivered when he moved his mouth directly to your clothed center, lips kissing against the fabric. “i-i don't know, i can already see you b-blush from her—”

“the only person that's gonna be blushing is gonna be you when i’m done making you cum on my tongue,” he murmured before giving one last kiss through the material before bringing your legs back together, just to pull them off you in a swift motion, the cold air immediately hitting your warmth and making you gasp again. “now i love you, but you need to keep that pretty mouth closed, alright? can't have my brothers hearin’.”

you truly didn't know what the hell had gotten into him—he was never this unabashed when there were other people around, when his brain wasn't already turned off from all the sex. and fuck, his new attitude was making you soaking, watching as he attacked your pussy with his mouth and his saliva mixed with your essence.

you made sure to take into account that interrupted sex + some light teasing = a very determined matt.