Warnings: 18+, smut, degrading, unprotected sex (i have no excuse for this one eek, goes without saying that's a big nono) CEO!Harry, mean dom!Harry, kinky af basically
Word count: 2.3K
Every time you swore you wouldn’t let it happen again, but somehow you always ended up on top of your boss’ desk. Or under it. On this particular day, he’d cleared his desk in one swift swipe of his forearm sending all the papers flying, to make extra room so that he could push you face down across it pinning you to the flat surface with one hand while he bunched up your skirt with the other.
“Why do you even bother with lingerie if there’s barely anything to cover this weepy cunt?” he mumbled, more to himself as he fumbled with his belt and zipper and you braced yourself for dear life.
Against your better judgement, you found yourself mumbling in a low voice, but clearly loud enough for him to hear you “Why do you bother asking me to bring in paperwork if you’re just gonna toss it-”
He pulled on your hair harshly, making you yelp and effectively shutting you up “What’s that, pet? Got something to say? What’d I tell you? Don’t wanna hear anything out of that pretty mouth except for yes, sir; please and thank you, sir. Understood?”
He yanked on your hair for emphasis and all you could do was gulp “Yes, sir”
“Thought you knew better by now, Y/N. Guess I’m gonna have to make sure you’ve learned your lesson for good this time around, hm? Let’s practice, shall we?” He pulled on your flimsy g-string hooking his thumb under it and dragging it to the side easily and placed his rock-hard tip at your entrance “Ready for me, pet?”
“Yes” you whined, out of breath already in anticipation. You’d been sneaking around like this for quite a while, now. Every time it was somehow even better than the last. And that’s what kept you coming back for more each time. He was degrading you, using you, and he made no secret of that, and you absolutely loved playing his whore. How could you not? When he was living up to his reputation and then some.
You barely even finished replying before his palm landed on your ass cheek harshly “Yes, what?” he shouted. You thanked your lucky stars that your boss was not only your boss, but the CEO of the company, his office at the very top of the building and large enough not to have to worry about anyone eavesdropping. Well, maybe except for his secretary but you doubted it’d come as a surprise to her, she probably knew way more than she cared for.
“Yes, sir” you were quick to correct yourself, cursing under your breath for having been so thoughtless. It wasn’t that you were afraid of him, you felt safe with him always. You had your safe word and you’d discussed your boundaries thoroughly when you first hooked up after you’d been drooling after him for what had felt like ages. If anything, you were worried he’d tire of you and discard you for a newer fucktoy. ‘Cause that was what you were to him, and you were fine with it. You had to be, Harry Styles didn’t do “relationships”, least of all with someone like you, just a measly assistant that you had no clue why he’d ever even given the time of day to, much less taken an interest in.
“That’s more like it” he grunted as he pushed into you without preamble, and you were so wet that he’d slid right in easily “Fuck, such a good little slut for me, aren’t you Y/N? You’re not all that good, though, since you can’t fucking remember the simplest rules, so I think going over them just isn’t gonna do it. Think I’ll have to punish you”
“Please” you mewled and he chuckled as he thrusted even deeper into you
“Oh, now you’ve suddenly remembered them all, huh? No, you’re not getting away with it that easily, pet. Gonna fuck some sense into you” he grabbed ahold of your bunched up skirt with his free hand for leverage and began pounding into you mercilessly and you felt your hipbones hit the hard wood repeatedly, surely they would bruise, but you couldn’t care less, not when he was hitting your sweetspot just right “Already clenching around me, Y/N? Are you that needy for my cock? Been strutting around all day in this miniskirt just asking for it. How wet did you get just thinking about me fucking you when you dressed in the morning? Did you touch yourself?” he gritted between his teeth as he delivered blow after blow
“Y-Yes, sir”
“Such a filthy little whore” he chuckled. “Aren’t you, pet? And so eager to please me” he slapped your ass, harder this time, making you jump at the impact and he grabbed from under your left thigh, propping your knee over the edge of the desk gaining him deeper access and you moaned harder than you ever had “And these knee-high boots, with those impossible fucking heels. I should try fucking you with them one day. Would you let me?”
“Fuck! Yes, sir. Please…”
He laughed a humorless laugh. “Of course you would. My good little cockslut” you mewled at his dirty words and were getting closer and closer by the second but right before you could reach your peak, you felt him redouble his efforts only for him to stop abruptly and sink balls-deep into you as he shot ropes after ropes inside of you. You could feel him twitch as he came, and you were right there, if only he’d…
He brought your knee down, placing your high heeled boot back on the floor and pushed your thighs together before squeezing carefully out of you with a gasp as he panted heavily, recovering from his high.
“Don’t you fucking move” he warned, a bit out of breath as he put himself together after he unhooked his finger from your g-string letting it fall back between your ass cheeks. He then carefully pulled you off of the desk, pushing your skirt back down and held your back against his chest, speaking into your ear gravely “You better hold all of that in if you want to come today, pet. Understood?”
“Yes, sir.” you shuddered at the loss of contact as he circled the desk and sat back into his chair, crossing his legs leisurely
“Better rearrange those papers while you’re at it. Careful. Better not make any sudden movements” he sounded thoroughly pleased with himself watching you bend awkwardly picking up the documents off the floor, twisting in his chair nonchalantly.
*
You tried your best to deliver the coffees to your boss’ meeting without making it painstakingly obvious that you were walking awkwardly, taking baby steps so that you wouldn’t have any of his come run down your thighs. It was getting harder and harder by the minute, there was only so much your lousy lingerie could do to act as a barrier, they were already thoroughly drenched, not to mention how on edge you still were and was probably contributing to this whole ordeal between your legs.
You pushed your way in through the conference room door, tray in tow, smiling as innocently as possible to the people that acknowledged your presence, but when your eyes landed on Harry’s you could see the glint of mischief dancing in them. He was thoroughly enjoying this, the smug bastard.
You walked carefully around the table, placing the coffee mugs on their respective saucers in front of each of the people in attendance, leaving Harry for last. You noticed him lean back into his chair as you hovered over him, no doubt ogling your ass and then you almost spilled the coffee in his lap when he suddenly grabbed the elbow of the arm you were holding it with “Y/N, be a doll and run into my office for me, I forgot the graphics on my desk”
You turned to look at him incredulously and he just stared at you with a raised eyebrow, ever the poised, bossy CEO. Could’ve fooled anyone that he really needed those graphics, when you just knew he was doing it to get a kick out of watching you try your best to “run” and get them for him.
“Yes, sir” you made sure to squint your eyes ever so slightly at him as you said so noticing his pupils dilating in response and you made your way out of the conference room as slowly as possible, no doubt earning a raised eyebrow from everyone for not hurrying to comply to your boss’ demand.
When you finally reached his office you furrowed your brows, there were no graphics on his desk and before you could turn around and make your way back, already dreading having to probably walk all the way back to his office again and search for them elsewhere, you heard the door shut and the lock being clicked into place.
“Looking for something, pet?”
You huffed “There are no graphics, are there?” you didn’t even turn to face him
“Hm. Smarter than she looks” he hummed to himself and you gasped indignantly earning a chuckle from him “You definitely are smart, made the right decision just then, hm? Would rather make sure you come than keep your job here, don’t you, pet?” he closed in the space between you, hands in his pockets “But, ah… what a pity. Seems you couldn’t keep your end of the deal” he pouted playfully and you lowered your eyes to where he was staring.
Was that there all along? A milky trail running down the back of your left thigh, painfully obvious to anyone happening to land their eyes there. And you weren’t fooling yourself. All the men in that conference room had probably stared right at it.
“Oh, God” you groaned, covering your face
“Awh. Don’t act all coy now, when we both know what a filthy little thing you really are, Y/N” he tsked you, cornering you back against the edge of the desk “But since you genuinely tried your very best…” he smirked reaching down to catch the droplet with his index finger, surprising you when he then brought it to his own mouth “Gonna keep my end of the bargain. How’s that sound?”
You only managed a half smile before he bent abruptly, grabbing the back of your thighs and placing you on the edge of his desk. He kneeled in front of you, pushing your legs apart and you immediately felt his come dripping freely around the flimsy lingerie you were wearing “What… What about your meeting?”
“Oh, this shouldn’t take long” he smirked at you from under his lashes and you bit your lower lip in anticipation as he once again bunched up your skirt to your navel and hooked his fingers into your panties “These are laughable. Barely did you any favors today, pet. I’ll rid you of them, hm?” he pulled your g-string down your legs and then spread you open using his fingers, admiring his come drip down your core and onto his desk “Did so good for me, Y/N. But I knew you would. Desperate little slut that you are, I knew you’d do your best to keep it inside you. Gonna be so happy you did, just you wait” he bit his lower lip staring at you as if mesmerized, sporting his characteristic scowl and you clenched around nothing just watching him look at you like that.
He swiped his forefinger through your folds, and then carried it to your mouth and you wasted no time sucking on his finger and humming around it “Greedy little thing. But this is my treat” he pulled his finger back, scraping it against the back of your teeth and you watched as he pushed it inside you next, allowing for more of his come to ooze out of you as he did so. You moaned in unison at the sight as he pumped his finger in and out slowly, the sounds your pussy was making absolutely sinful “Fuck me, that’s so hot” he muttered under his breath before dragging his tongue flat up your folds, making you hang your head back as you leaned back on your elbows. He pushed his tongue inside you and hummed lowly, sending vibrations all the way up your spine and down to the tips of your toes, making them curl.
“Taste so fucking good together” he mumbled as he ate you up thoroughly and you moaned and whined, kicking your legs uncontrollably before he pinned them apart, grabbing you from underneath your thighs and delving his face against your pussy like a man starved. It was the first time he was eating you out and you had no idea he enjoyed this so much, you never would’ve guessed someone like him would take such pleasure from pleasuring someone, selflessly. But it wasn’t entirely selfless, he seemed to genuinely enjoy doing it. He curled his middle finger inside of you, stroking your g-spot and latched his lips over your clit, sucking intently and you just couldn’t hold back any longer.
After he milked every single aftershock out of you he stood between your legs, going for his belt and you gasped “But… the meeting?” you felt like you’d already asked him that just previously, but your brain was now mush and you couldn’t be sure
He grabbed his desk phone and dialed his secretary, as he guided himself into you again using his other hand, shushing you just before you heard her answer on the other end “Yeah. Something came up” he winked at you and you would’ve rolled your eyes at that had you not been terrified to spite him yet again “Tell them we’ll have to reschedule. And cancel my next appointment. In fact” he paused, grunting inaudibly at one particularly hard thrust inside of you “Clear my schedule for today”
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.ᐟwarnings/tags: hotel vlog, soft dom!hamzah, friends to lovers, pent up tension, making out, nipple sucking, oral (f receiving), kinda orgasm denial??, dirty talk, unprotected sex, p in v, praise, creampie, fluff, aftercare
♡ you go to a 5 star hotel with mandy, martin and hamzah for a vlog. hamzah can’t stop thinking about you and you eventually fuck!
.ᐟw/c: 4.6k
It was Martin’s idea to bring everyone to this huge five-star hotel for a vlog, including you. You had become friends with Martin and Hamzah a few months ago, and they started including you in some of their videos and podcasts.
Stepping into the hotel, you, Martin, Mandy, and Hamzah checked in and made your way to your rooms. The place was even more luxurious than you had imagined—marble floors, chandeliers, and the kind of elegance that made you feel a little out of place. You and Mandy were sharing one room, while the boys had their own.Mandy grinned at you as she tossed her bag onto one of the beds. “This is gonna be so fun! Did you see the pools? they’re insane!” she exclaimed.
“Before you could respond to Mandy, a knock sounded at the door. She swung it open without hesitation, revealing Hamzah leaning lazily against the doorframe, hands in the pockets of his hoodie. "You guys settled in?" he asked, glancing between you and Mandy. "Yep! And we're already planning to hit the pool later," Mandy said, grinning. Hamzah’s gaze flickered to you. “You swimming?” You shrugged. “Maybe. What about you? Are you guys joining us?”
He scratched the back of his neck. “Uh, yeah, sure. I’ll let Martin know.” Then, shifting back into his usual laid-back demeanor, he leaned against the doorframe. “Anyway, Martin wants to start filming soon. Meet us in the lounge in twenty?” Mandy gave him a thumbs-up. "Got it." As soon as he walked off, Mandy turned to you with a knowing look. "You so like him." You scoffed. "Do not." She just grinned. "Sure, sure. And I’m the Queen of England."
After filming wrapped up, the four of you finally made your way down to the pool. The area was stunning—soft lighting, crystal-clear water, and a view of the city skyline beyond the glass walls. You emerged from the changing room in your—kinda tiny bikini—adjusting the straps as you followed Mandy toward the poolside. The water reflected the golden lights, casting rippling patterns across the tiled floor. You glanced up just in time to catch Hamzah’s reaction.
He had been mid-conversation with Martin, but the second his eyes landed on you, his words stalled. His jaw tensed, and he quickly looked away, rubbing the back of his neck like he suddenly didn’t know what to do with his hands. Mandy, of course, noticed immediately. She leaned toward you, whispering, “Oh, he so wasn’t ready for that.” You felt your face heat up but ignored her, pretending not to notice the way Hamzah’s gaze kept flickering back to you when he thought you weren’t looking. Martin and Hamzah jumped into the pool, splashing water everywhere. After a minute, you slowly dip into the pool with Mandy, the water was warm as you surfaced, running your hands over your face to wipe away the droplets clinging to your eyes. You pushed your wet hair back, blinking a few times to adjust to the pool lights.
Hamzah was talking to Martin about something, but the second you surfaced, his words completely died in his throat. His gaze flickered to you, just for a second, but it was enough to make his pulse stutter. His eyes traced the way your wet hair clung to your neck and collarbone, the way droplets of water slid down your skin, disappearing beneath the fabric of your bikini. And that damn bikini, so tight on you, wasn’t doing him any favours. It hugged your curves perfectly, molding to your body.
He leaned back against the pool’s edge, stretching an arm over the ledge like he couldn’t care less. But his fingers curled slightly, a small betrayal of the heat creeping under his skin. Mandy, ofcourse, smirked. “Hamzah, you good? You look kinda—flustered.” He exhaled through his nose, side-eyeing my Mandy. “It’s a heated pool, Mandy.” "Right," she hummed, clearly not buying it. You arched a brow at him, eyes gleaming with curiosity. "You sure?" Hamzah met your gaze evenly this time, masking any trace of his wandering thoughts. He smirked, easy and practiced. "Why? You worried about me?" You scoffed, rolling your eyes before pushing off the ledge, swimming to the other side with Mandy.
Hamzah finally let out a slow breath, tilting his head back against the pool’s edge. His body still felt warm—too warm—but his expression stayed cool, unreadable. Martin said something, but Hamzah barely registered it, nodding absentmindedly as he dragged a hand through his wet hair. You swam over to Mandy, laughing about something, completely unaware of the effect you were having on him. And maybe that was the worst part—how effortless it was for you. How you weren’t even trying, and yet, here he was, gripping the edge of the pool a little too hard just to keep his thoughts in check.
After a while, Mandy stretched her arms over her head, sighing. “Alright, I’m getting out. My fingers are all wrinkly.”You laughed, glancing down at your own pruned fingertips. “Yeah, same.” Pushing off the pool’s edge, you made your way to the steps, water cascading down your body as you stepped out. The cool air hit your skin, making you shiver slightly as you reached for a towel. His gaze followed the slow trail of water sliding down your back, the way your bikini clung to you, emphasizing everything. He swallowed, shifting his jaw like it would somehow fix the heat creeping into his chest. Martin said something beside him, but Hamzah barely heard it. “You guys coming?” Hamzah cleared his throat, forcing his expression into something neutral. “Yeah, in a bit.” You hummed in acknowledgment, following Mandy toward the lounge chairs to grab your things.
As soon as you walked off, Martin shot Hamzah a knowing look. “You’re staring, bro.” Hamzah scoffed, leaning back against the pool’s edge. “No, I’m not.” Martin smirked. “Sure.” Hamzah rolled his eyes, pushing himself up out of the water in one smooth motion. He reached for his towel, rubbing it through his wet hair before draping it around his shoulders. “We heading up?” Martin grinned. “Yeah. Before you embarrass yourself any further.”
Back in your room, the soft hum of the AC filled the air as you stood in front of the mirror, towel-drying your hair while Mandy rifled through her suitcase. “So,” she said casually, holding up two of her dresses. “Are we going cute or fancy tonight?” You glanced at her reflection in the mirror. “I don’t know, i’m not trying to impress anyone.” She wiggled her brows at you through the mirror. “It’s a fancy ass restaurant Y/N!! Plus, I wasn’t the one getting eye-fucked in the pool.” Your mouth dropped open. “Mandy!” She only laughed, pointing at the silky dress on your bed. “Wear this. You’ll shut Hamzah up real fast.” You rolled your eyes but didn’t protest, your cheeks already warm.
Hamzah sat on the edge of the bed, elbows resting on his knees, staring at the floor like it might help him get his head right. He wasn’t sure why his chest felt tight—wasn’t like this was a date. Just dinner. Just the four of them. Still, he couldn’t shake the heat sitting low in his stomach, the way his thoughts kept circling back to the pool. To you. The knock came sharp and quick. He stood a little too fast, hand already on the door handle before his thoughts could catch up. When he opened it and saw you and Mandy standing there, that tension in his chest pulled tighter. “Hey! We’re ready!” You smiled at him. “Hey…you look good” he said before he could stop himself. “Thanks, you too” your cheeks flushed at his compliment, then suddenly Martin comes at the door. “Right, so let’s go then ladies!”
The elevator ride to the rooftop was quiet. Mandy and Martin chatted about the menu, tossing out guesses on what kind of dishes the place might have. You stood beside Hamzah, close enough that your perfume reached him in waves—sweet, clean, and way too distracting. He didn’t say much, hands tucked into his pockets, jaw relaxed like he was perfectly unbothered. When the doors opened, the rooftop glowed under strings of soft lights, the city skyline glittering around the glass edges of the restaurant. A hostess led you all to a sleek corner table with plush seating and a perfect view. You slid in next to Mandy, leaving the space across from you open—and of course, Hamzah took it. He settled in with one arm draped along the back of Martin’s chair, legs stretched out just enough to brush against yours under the table. If he noticed, he didn’t show it. But he didn’t move either.
The four of you scanned the menus, the quiet clinking of silverware and soft jazz filling the rooftop air. Mandy and Martin had fallen into another back-and-forth about what they were ordering, their conversation light and easy. You chimed in here and there, but your attention kept drifting back to Hamzah, across from you. His eyes weren’t on the menu. They were on you. Only for a second. Then he looked down again, fingers tapping against the glass of water in front of him like he needed to keep them busy.
Under the table, his knee was still pressed lightly against yours. It wasn’t much—barely anything, really—but you could feel the warmth of it. Feel the way neither of you had pulled away. “So,” Mandy said suddenly, eyeing the appetizers, “are we sharing or we just get what we want?” Martin grinned. “I’m starving. I don’t care.” You laughed, glancing at the menu again. “I’m good with sharing.” “I bet you are,” Martin said to you with a smirk. “You always pretend you’re not that hungry and then steal fries.” “That’s a lie,” you said, smiling at him. “It was one fry.” “One, she says” Mandy muttered, nudging you.
While they kept going, you felt it again—that shift. Hamzah’s eyes on you. You looked up to meet them this time. “What?” you asked softly, your voice just above the ambient music.He didn’t smile. Just tilted his head a little. “Nothing.” But there was something in his tone—like whatever he wasn’t saying sat heavy behind his teeth. Your legs shifted under the table, and his knee nudged yours again. This time, it didn’t feel accidental. Your breath caught, but you played it off, busying yourself with the edge of your dress.
The evening had dragged on longer than expected, the dinner filling with casual chatter and jokes, but underneath it all, the energy between you and Hamzah never quite settled. Every stolen glance, every near touch, every time he smirked or looked at you a little too long—it was all too much, too slow, but somehow still not enough. Finally, Martin, who had been quietly sipping his drink all night, let out a loud, drawn-out laugh. “I’m feeling it... I’m definitely feeling it” he slurred, trying to hold himself steady against the back of his chair. Mandy raised an eyebrow. “You good, Martin?” she asked, though it was clear she knew the answer. He swayed slightly before nodding. “Yeah, yeah... I think I need to sleep this one off. Mandy, you’re coming, right?” Mandy rolled her eyes but nodded. “Of course. Come on.”They stood up, and Mandy helped guide a stumbling Martin toward the door. The moment they left, the room fell quieter, and you and Hamzah were left behind. It wasn’t exactly comfortable. There was a pause. The tension between you was intense.
“Well,” you said, shifting in your seat slightly, trying to play it cool. “Guess we should probably head up too.” Hamzah didn’t immediately respond, still leaning back in his chair with a lazy tilt of his head. Then, with an almost lazy smile, he pushed himself to his feet. “Yeah, I guess so. Lead the way.” When you turned to head for the elevator, he followed close behind, but the silence in the hall was thick. The distant sound of your footsteps echoed, and each step made it feel like you were both trying to outrun something you weren’t ready to face. As you reached the elevator, you hit the button. The doors slid open with a soft chime, and the two of you stepped inside. It was cramped, the kind of intimate space where you couldn’t help but be aware of every inch of the other person. The air felt charged, heavy, with neither of you speaking as the doors closed behind you.
You could feel Hamzah standing close beside you, just a few inches away, his presence unmistakable. His gaze flickered toward you briefly, and for a moment, everything seemed to pause. "So," you say, trying to break the silence, your voice coming out a little quieter than you’d meant. "Quite the night, huh?" Hamzah glances over at you, the faintest trace of a smile playing at the corner of his lips. "Yeah, more than I expected. Martin’s... interesting when he’s had a bit to drink." You let out a small laugh. "I know. He’s a handful." There’s another brief silence. You glance at him, then quickly look away, focusing on the numbers above the door as they tick upward. "You're quiet tonight" you say softly. Hamzah shifts beside you, his shoulder brushing yours. "Just thinking," he murmurs. You raise a brow. “About what?” He hesitates, then shrugs, looking back toward the elevator doors. “You.”
You try to laugh it off, but your voice comes out uneven. “What about me?” He glances at you again, slower this time. “How you looked tonight. How you always look.” You look away, heat rising to your cheeks. The air feels thicker now, harder to breathe. The elevator hums beneath your feet. You can feel how close he is—your arms nearly brushing, his warmth impossible to ignore. “You know” you say after a pause, your voice quieter, “you don’t usually say stuff like that.” Hamzah leans slightly toward you. Not touching—but so close it feels like a touch. “Doesn’t mean I don’t think it.” Your breath catches in your throat, heart thudding against your ribs like it wants out. You glance up at him again—slowly this time—and he’s already looking at you, that half-lidded gaze unreadable but intense. “Why now?” you ask, your voice barely above a whisper. His lips twitch slightly, but it’s not quite a smile. “Because if I don’t say something tonight, I’m gonna regret it.”Your pulse stutters. The elevator hums softly, rising toward your floor at an infuriatingly slow pace. The air between you vibrates with unspoken things, with every almost-touch that’s happened all day. Every stolen glance. Every lingering second.
“You looked… so fucking good at the pool” Hamzah says quietly, voice rougher now, lower. “And then tonight—” He shakes his head once, like the memory itself frustrates him. “It’s been driving me crazy.” You swallow hard., cheeks turning red. “I’ve been trying to play it cool,” he admits, eyes dropping briefly to your mouth before flicking back up. “But you make it hard.” The elevator dings softly as it passes another floor. Almost there. And suddenly, the knowledge that you’re running out of time crashes over you. You shift to face him more fully, your back brushing against the mirrored wall. “Show me then” you whisper. “How crazy i drive you.” Hamzah doesn’t move right away. His jaw flexes once, and then he steps in closer, slow and deliberate, until there’s barely an inch between you. His hand comes up, resting just beside your head on the wall behind you, not quite touching but close enough to make you dizzy. “I want to kiss you,” he says, voice deep, looking up at your eyes. “Can i?”
You’re not sure who moves first, but suddenly your mouths are crashing together, urgent and messy and hot. You gasp into him, and he swallows the sound, his hands finally landing on your waist, pulling you flush against him. Your fingers tangle in the front of his shirt, anchoring yourself as your back hits the cool metal of the elevator wall. His mouth moves over yours like he’s starving—deep, slow, then faster when you tug him closer. One of his hands drifts down, sliding under the hem of your dress, feeling your thigh, fingers pressing into your skin like he wants to memorize the shape of you.
You make a soft sound, and he groans into your mouth in response, the kiss turning hotter, heavier, his body pressing into yours like he can’t get close enough. Then all of a sudden-ding! The elevator doors open to your floor. You both break apart just barely, breathing hard, eyes locked. Neither of you moves right away. Hamzah’s chest is still pressed to yours, his hand resting against your thigh under your dress, like he forgot to pull away—or didn’t want to. You can feel his breath against your cheek, heavy and warm, and when he finally speaks, it’s in a voice so low it’s practically a growl. “You gonna walk” he murmurs, “or you want me to carry you?”
Your lips part, breath hitching as you start to respond,but you don’t get the chance. Suddenly, his arm wraps around your waist and the other around your legs, and you gasp as he lifts you like it’s nothing. Your arms instinctively loop around his neck, your dress riding up slightly as he holds you close. “Hamzah” you breathe, the sound caught somewhere between a warning and a plea. He doesn’t answer. He just starts walking, carrying you down the quiet hallway like he knows exactly where you’re going—and it’s the only place he’s been trying to get to all night.
Your heartbeat thunders in your ears as you cling to him, chest to chest, your lips brushing his jaw as you glance up. His eyes stay fixed ahead, his grip strong. When you reach your room, he pauses just outside the door. Gently, he lowers you to your feet, hands lingering at your waist, his breath still coming fast and shallow against your cheek. Fumbling slightly, you swipe the keycard. The lock clicks. And you barely wait for the door to swing open before your hand curls around his shirt, pulling him in with you.
As soon as the door shuts behind you, his mouth is on yours again—rougher this time, sloppy. Like now that he has you alone, he’s not holding anything back. The door clicks shut behind you, and then it’s like something snaps. He crowds you back against it without breaking the kiss, his hands gripping your waist, then sliding lower—down your hips, your thighs, tugging your dress up as his mouth devours yours. It’s all heat and teeth and tongue. You moan into him, fingers tangling in his shirt, tugging it up over his head. He barely breaks the kiss to yank it off, tossing it somewhere behind him before he’s on you again, mouth moving along your jaw, down your neck. His teeth graze your skin, and he sucks on the soft skin, leaving a mark.
“I’ve been thinking about this for months” he murmurs against your skin, his voice rough and low and desperate. “Thinking about you. How you sound. How you taste.” His hands find the backs of your thighs, lifting you again, only this time, he walks you straight to the bed. You cling to him, your dress hiked up, legs wrapped around his waist as he lowers you onto the mattress, his body following, pressing you down into the sheets. You look up at him, chest heaving, lips parted. “Then stop thinking,” you whisper, “and do something about it. That’s all it takes.
His hands are everywhere on your body. He quickly takes your dress off, tossing it away, the cold air of the room hardening your bare nipples. His eyes drop, and for a moment, all he does is stare. He can’t believe you’re real, laid out beneath him like this. “Fuck” he breathes, voice strained. Then he slowly lowers himself and his mouth wraps around one of your nipples. You gasp, arching into him as his tongue swirls, soft at first, then rougher, teasing. His hand cups your other breast, thumb brushing over the nipple as his lips close around the other, sucking with slow pressure that has your back lifting off the mattress.
“Hamzah,” you whisper, your voice already wrecked. “Please, want more” Hamzah lifts his head slightly, his mouth glistening from where he’d been sucking on your nipple, eyes dark with heat. “Yeah?” he murmurs, voice rough. “You want more?” His hand trails slowly down your stomach, the pads of his fingers caressing your soft skin until they disappear beneath the thin waistband of your panties. The moment his fingers dip lower, he groans under his breath. “Fuck, you’re soaked.” His touch is light at first—just two fingers sliding between your folds, collecting the slick that’s already gathered there.
You jolt slightly, breath hitching, whining softly, hips twitching up toward his hand. His other arm braces beside your head, keeping him hovered over you as his fingers begin to move, slow and teasing, rubbing lazy circles over your clit. After a minute he pulls back just enough to sit up on his knees, tugging your panties down your legs in one smooth motion. He drops them somewhere behind him without looking, gaze fixed between your thighs now spread open just for him. Hamzah leans in again, settling between your legs, hands gripping your thighs, pushing them wider.
A deep sigh leaves his mouth at the sight of you, then lowers his head, and licks a slow, deliberate stripe up your pussy. You cry out, hips jerking, but he doesn’t stop. His mouth latches onto your clit, tongue swirling, then flattening, then flicking in perfect rhythm while his hands pin you down. He eats you like he’s starving, like he’s waited too long and finally, finally gets to have you. Your hands move to his hair, gripping tight, and he groans into you at the pull, tongue working deeper, faster, until your thighs start to shake around his head. He doesn’t stop. Not when you whimper his name like that. Not even when your hips begin to roll against his mouth, desperate and mindless.
He just holds you open and keeps licking—slow, messy, relentless. You're right on the edge, the pleasure coiling tight in your core, your thighs trembling around his head “Hamzah,” you gasp, voice high and needy. “Fuck—I’m gonna—” And he stops. He pulls back suddenly, his mouth wet, lips slick with you. You make a broken sound, halfway between a moan and a protest, hips still twitching in the air like your body’s chasing the orgasm he just stole from you. He looks up at you, flushed and breathless. “Nah,” he pants, voice hoarse. “Not like that. I wanna feel you when you cum.”
He’s already pushing his sweats down, cock thick, hard and flushed, leaking at the tip as he crawls over you. Your legs part without second thought, welcoming him, and he grabs himself at the base, dragging the head slowly through your soaked folds. You whimper at the contact, hips tilting up, desperate. Hamzah hisses through his teeth. “Fuck—you’re so wet, baby.” Then he pushes in. The stretch steals the air from your lungs. He’s thick, filling you slow but deep, making you feel every inch as your walls clench around him. Your hands reach for his back, nails sinking into his skin.
He groans deep in his throat, forehead dropping to yours. “Shit—you feel so fucking good.” When he bottoms out, he pauses, buried to the hilt, letting you both feel it—how full you are, how tight, how perfect it fits. Then he starts to move. Slow at first, grinding deep, each thrust deliberate, dragging against that sensitive spot that makes your legs tremble. You gasp his name again, and that’s all it takes—he snaps his hips harder, faster, setting a rhythm that’s rough and needy and so goddamn good it knocks the thoughts from your head. Your body arches into him, mouth falling open, his lips brushing yours, his breath hot and ragged against your skin.
“Can’t believe it took us—fuck—so long to do this” his voice deep and unstable. Your body tightens beneath him, every nerve lit up like fire, and Hamzah doesn’t let up. His hips snap into you, fast and deep, filling you over and over. He’s panting against your mouth, forehead pressed to yours, like he can’t bear to be any farther than skin-to-skin “That’s it,” he groans, his voice thick and wrecked. “Taking me so fucking well,made for me.” You whimper at his words, thighs trembling around his waist, fingernails digging into his back as the pleasure builds hard in your abdomen. Every thrust knocks the breath out of you, and the way he looks at you—like you’re his, like there’s nothing else in the world but you—pushes you right to the edge. “Hamzah—fuck—I’m close—”
He drives into you even deeper, the tip of his cock hitting that perfect spot that makes you cry out. “Cum for me,” he groans against your ear. “Be a good girl and cum. Let me feel you.” And you do. Your whole body shakes, your back arching off the bed as your orgasm rips through you, wave after wave crashing so hard it makes you sob his name. Your walls flutter around him, squeezing him so tight he swears under his breath. He brings his mouth to yours, kissing you deeply and passionately, leaving both of you breathless. “Fuck—fuck, baby, I’m—please, can i fill you up?” You quickly nod, and cling onto him tighter. “Please, i need you” you whine in his ear. His rhythm stutters, hips jerking once, twice—then he’s spilling inside you, thick and hot, buried as deep as he can get. He curses again, low and breathless, holding you tight as he throbs inside you.
He doesn’t move for a long moment, just stays there, forehead pressed to yours, both of you panting, skin slick with sweat and still trembling from the high. His nose brushes yours, and for a moment, everything is quiet but the sound of your breathing and the dull thrum of your racing heartbeats. Then, slowly, gently, he kisses you again—this time softer, slower, but still desperate. Like he’s trying to say everything he doesn’t have words for. “You okay?” he murmurs, his voice rough but full of concern as he brushes a strand of hair away from your face. “Did I hurt you?”
You shake your head immediately, pulling him down for another kiss. “No,” you whisper against his lips. “I feel perfect.” He smiles at your words, so full of love that it makes your chest ache. He finally pulls out of you carefully, murmuring a quiet apology at the sensitivity, and disappears for a second to grab a towel from the bathroom. When he returns, he kneels between your legs, his touch gentle as he cleans you up, his eyes flicking to your face every few seconds to make sure you’re okay. Once he’s done, he tosses the towel aside and climbs back into bed beside you, tugging the duvet up around both your bodies.
His arm wraps around your waist, pulling you in close, tucking your head beneath his chin. His other hand finds yours under the covers, fingers lacing together like it’s the most natural thing in the world. “I’ve wanted this,” he murmurs into your hair. “Wanted you. For so long.” You smile sleepily, fingers trailing over his bare chest. “You have me,” you say softly. “You’ve always had me.” He presses a kiss to your temple and holds you tighter. “Not letting you go now,” he whispers. “Not ever.” And with your legs tangled together and his heartbeat steady under your cheek, you fall asleep in his arms, warm, safe and more his than you’ve ever been.
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Summary: Best friend Matt helps you get your first ever orgasm.
Warnings: f receiving, clit play, fingering, first orgasm, praise, teasing
You and Matt had been inseparable best friends for years, late night confessions, shared secrets, the kind that bound you tighter than blood. Tonight, in the dim glow of his bedroom lamp, the conversation veered into uncharted waters, raw and vulnerable. You confessed it all, “I have never cum, Matt. Not once. Not with my own hands, not with any guy who has tried. I am a virgin, but hell, they have touched me, fingered me, nothing. It just builds and fades. The men only really care about getting themselves off and don’t take their time or have patience for me.”
He shifted closer on the bed, his eyes darkening with a mix of surprise and something deeper, more primal. “Fuck, really? You deserve better than that.” A pause, then, voice low, “Want me to try? I can make you feel it. Promise.”
Your pulse hammered, hesitation flooding you like ice water. Matt? The guy who had seen you at your messiest? But damn, the curiosity burned hotter. “I umm yeah. But I am scared I will not.”
He smirked, confident but gentle. “We got this.” His hands were steady as he peeled off your pants and underwear, exposing you completely. The cool air hit your skin, making you shiver, your core already aching with anticipation and nerves.
“Matt, I am so fucking nervous,” you whispered, voice trembling, thighs instinctively clamping together.
His gaze softened, thumb brushing your knee. “Hey, we do not have to. Say the word, and we stop.”
“No,” you breathed, resolve hardening. “I need to know what it feels like. Make me cum, Matt. Please.”
A low groan escaped him as he parted your legs wide, exposing you fully to his hungry stare. He dove in slow at first, lips scorching trails of fire along your inner thighs, nipping, sucking hard enough to leave faint marks, teasing until you were squirming, begging under your breath.
Then his mouth found you. Tongue flat and deliberate, lapping at your clit in agonizingly slow circles, building the pressure like a storm. You gasped, arching off the bed as he grabbed your hand, fingers lacing tight, grounding you through the whirlwind. He devoured you, sucking your clit between his lips with a fierce pull, tongue flicking relentlessly, alternating with broad, wet strokes that had your hips bucking against his face.
“Fuck, you taste so good,” he growled against your skin, vibrations shooting straight to your core. He pulled back just enough to slide two fingers inside you, curling them deep, pumping slow but hard, his thumb grinding circles on your clit with unyielding pressure.
Praises spilled from him like filthy prayers, “So tight for me you are dripping, baby. Gonna make you shatter.”
He surged up your body, fingers still buried deep, rubbing and thrusting as his mouth crashed into yours. The kiss was savage, tongues battling, teeth grazing lips, his free hand fisting in your hair to angle you just right, deepening it until you were drowning in him, tasting yourself on his tongue.
“God, Matt, it feels incredible,” you moaned into his mouth, and he grinned wickedly against you, thrusting his fingers harder.
That coil in your tummy twisted tighter, a burning, insistent knot that made your toes curl. You broke the kiss, panting. “It is so intense this weird pressure in my stomach, but fuck, it is good.”
“You are close,” he rasped, eyes locked on yours, fierce and encouraging. “Let it build. Gonna cum so hard for me. Take deep breaths.”
His lips attacked your neck, sucking bruises into your skin, biting down just enough to sting sweetly, as your body betrayed you, twitching violently, legs quaking. You laughed breathlessly through the haze. “Why the hell am I shaking like this?”
“Because it is fucking good,” he murmured, smirking, his fingers picking up speed, slamming deeper.
Then it shifted, urgent and confusing. “Matt shit, it feels like I have to pee. What the”
“That is it, baby. You are gonna cum. Feels like that sometimes, trust me.” His voice was a command, soothing yet demanding. “Relax, sweetheart.” His thumb caressed your cheek in soft circles, contrasting the relentless assault below.
“Oh fuck, Matt, this is insane,” you whined, voice breaking into desperate moans as the pressure crested, a tidal wave threatening to crash.
He did not stop, fingers pounding, thumb rubbing furiously, and then it exploded. White hot ecstasy ripped through you, your walls clenching vise like around him as you screamed his name, body convulsing in violent shakes. “Holy shit!” Waves of blinding pleasure pulsed, your hips grinding against his hand, juices soaking his fingers as you rode the high, moaning louder than you thought possible.
Matt’s grin was from ear to ear, eyes devouring the sight of you unraveling, sweat slicked, trembling, utterly wrecked. He kept going, drawing out every aftershock until overstimulation hit like lightning, your body jerking away instinctively.
You collapsed, chest heaving in ragged gasps, world spinning. “Well,” he chuckled darkly, licking his fingers clean with a satisfied hum, “there is your first orgasm. Intense enough?”
“That was unreal,” you panted, still twitching with aftershocks. “I need that again. Now.”
He laughed, pulling you against his chest, his hardness pressing against you teasingly. “Oh, we will. But next time? I am not holding back.”
⋆˙⟡ in which: you’re on vacation with your boyfriend to let loose a little
req! by @chratts0pepsican: “I need a fic about Matt or Chris where they smoke while reader rides them while watching because she gets so turned on when they smoke and they know it”
cw: MATURE CONTENT. MDNI. porn w little plot, p in v, unprotected sex (WRAP IT B4 U TAP IT), riding chris, virgin writing smut lmao, smoking, short fic
not proofread
Chris watched lazily as you fucked yourself dumb on his cock.
He was laid back against the headboard smoking a fat blunt while you bounced on his dick, moaning so loud you were afraid the windows would blow out.
Chris had a way of keeping himself together, controlling his sounds, acting nonchalant even though he had his girl riding him.
You’d come back from the beach to see Chris standing on the balcony outside of your shared hotel bedroom in his robe. It was white and fluffy with his initials stitched into the upper right side of his chest, compliments of the very expensive hotel you were staying at.
Chris had taken a break from YouTube. He was on vacation for a week, and he’d brought you, his girlfriend, with. Of course, being on vacation in a private hotel meant he could do whatever he wanted, without fear of fans seeing him. So he was smoking a blunt on the hotel balcony.
His eyes were low and red as you sidled up next to him, still in your bikini, watching as he put the blunt to his mouth. The smell of marijuana filled the air. His brown hair was slightly wet and tousled. You were turned on.
“That’s it baby. Keep bouncing for me.” Chris said as he dragged a hit from the blunt in between his fingers, his other hand rested in your hip.
“You like it when I’m high outta my mind huh, ma?” You felt the knot in your stomach grow more tense. His smoking was so hot, it was bound to push you over the edge, and he knew it.
Your tits bounced furiously as you rode him. Your knees straddled his hips. They ached from the constant up-and-down, but you ignored it, the pleasure trumping the pain.
Your moans echoed around the room. “Fuck, Chris.” You whimpered. He kept smoking, but his once low eyes were now squeezed shut in pleasure, a tell-tale sign he was about to cum.
“Chris, I’m close,” You whined, your hands flying to his chest to steady yourself as your bouncing sped up, tits flying everywhere. His dick repeatedly hit that perfect spot inside you.
“Cum for me, baby.” He groaned, “Be as loud as you can. I want the whole world to hear how good I make you feel.”
As he finished his hips jerked up and hit the spot again, causing your walls to clench around him as your own orgasm crashed over you.
“Chris,” You moaned, so loudly you were on the verge of screaming.
“Jesus fucking Christ,” He grunted, his stony facade completely faded by now.
Your movements slowed, then came to a stop, Chris still fully buried inside you as you sat on top of him. Your head hung over his, breathing heavily.
When you finally raised yourself off, your knees were shaking. His release was leaking out of you. You collapsed beside him.
He offered you the blunt from in between his fingers. You took a long puff, then spoke, your voice hoarse from all the moaning.
“I think this is my favorite vacation I’ve ever taken.”
summary: matt is your bf and nick is your bsf, and it leads to some silly fights during a vlog.
themes/warnings: super fluffy, matt sturniolo x f!reader, bsf!nick sturniolo x reader, very sweet matt
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wc: 808
becoming matt’s girlfriend also meant you became very close to nick. having nick as a best friend, matt as a boyfriend, and chris as another close friend that’s around most of the time, means you’re never bored.
today, chris is out with some other friends, so you, nick, and matt decided to film a lunch vlog for their youtube channel.
“what is up, youtube?” matt shouts energetically as he and nick pose ridiculously for the camera you’re holding. you can be heard laughing in the background, to which matt looks at you and smiles.
nick walks over, taking the camera from you and flipping it to you and matt.
“oh, me now?” you look surprised for a moment before addressing the camera. “uhh, hey, we’re getting lunch!” you smile awkwardly at the camera even though you’re very comfortable.
that’s when matt wraps his arms around you from behind and squeezes you. you jump a little, laughing as he hugs you.
“hey!” nick shouts, grabbing matt off of you while still holding the camera. “that’s MY best friend!”
you grab the camera from nick, flipping it to show the two of them playfully throwing hands at each other. matt is laughing while nick is acting dead serious.
“she’s my girlfriend, man!” matt shouts, trying to get to you, but nick puts him in a chokehold and starts laughing too.
“ladiesss, calm down,” you say jokingly. “there’s plenty of me to go around.”
matt and nick start cackling as they lay off each other and walk back over to you.
the vlog cuts straight to the three of you at a small corner booth. you sitting next to matt, and nick sitting across from you. you’re peacefully eating the bread they served you as an appetizer, while matt steals a bite from your hand every so often. nick is watching with fake disgust as he mocks you to the camera.
“do you two ever stop being a stereotypical couple?” he asks in his funny tone that fans love.
“no,” matt says at the same time you shake your head.
nick scoffs dramatically and reaches for matt’s hand across the table to jokingly pull him off of you. “hands off my best friend,” he says.
when nick does that, you playfully bite his arm. not hard enough to hurt, but enough to leave a mark for a minute.
“hey! you animal!” nick shouts, laughing in shock.
“do not call my girlfriend an animal!” matt says, crawling out of the booth and climbing to nick’s side as you get stuck recording again. matt practically lays on top of nick as they both laugh and curse each other out quietly.
“hey, stop fighting over me,” you say.
they both look at you. matt’s playfulness suddenly disappears. “you’re worth fighting for,” he says, smiling at you with soft eyes.
you practically melt at his words. there’s a long moment of silence before nick ruins the moment by saying “gross.”
“you suck,” matt says, climbing back over to you. you wrap an arm around his shoulders and squish his face with the other hand.
“isn’t he cute?” you say to the camera, a big smile on your face.
“cut this out,” matt says, bashful.
“noooo…” you reply.
“never,” nick adds.
“all this and we haven’t even ordered our lunch yet,” you say, faking a frown.
“do you wanna share something?” matt asks casually, to which you nod.
“i have to live with this,” nick says to the camera.
“and you love it,” you and matt both say at the same time, making all three of you laugh. just then, the waitress comes to take your orders. you all turn the camera off until your food arrives.
—
“this is what nick got,” you say, pointing the camera at nick’s plate. you flip the camera to you and matt’s shared plate. “and this is what we got.”
“her favorite,” matt adds.
after a little bit of chatter and a few bites taken, you shut the video off again to just enjoy eating in each other’s company. there are plenty of sweet moments between you and matt that stay off camera. for example, you got some sauce on your chin, and matt wiped it off for you.
after you all pay, “you all” being matt, you exit the restaurant and get back in the car where you film the outro, you sitting in chris’s classic car video seat.
“thank you all for watching,” matt says.
you smile at the camera happily, always loving being involved.
and then, matt films the classic close-up outro.
you all laugh together and blast music as you drive home, but matt’s words from earlier still echo through your mind.
“you’re worth fighting for.”
something meant to be silly in the moment became something so beautiful, but you wouldn’t have it any other way.
// CAST: exbf!matt x partygirl!reader
// ADVISORIES: swearing, use of pet names, vaping, suggestive, mentions of violence. SMUT, p n v, light choking, nipple play, clit play, creampie, squirting, condescension, unprotected, MDNI (lmk if i miss anything)
// RUNTIME: 5.9k
// CONTINUITY: 📀 Disconnected
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[ 011:40 PM // LOCATION: MATT'S CAR ]
You and the triplets got back from Boston a few days ago. Things have been smooth sailing between you and Matt since that night in the park. The two of you were able to hang out alone without going at each other's throats since then.
Although, you were getting back into your old, dangerous ways. Not really back together, but not really exes either. No matter how much you told yourself you weren't going to do this, take him back so easily, drunk you apparently couldn't help yourself.
You had texted him a few nights ago while you were out with your friends, professing your attraction to him. He was used to it, though. You had a habit of scrolling through pictures of him whenever you were drunk and thinking about him, your jumbled texts pinging over and over in his phone. He would intentionally stay up on nights he knew you were out, anticipating your texts so he would know to go pick you up.
He didn't stay up because he thought you couldn't handle yourself. You could look after yourself during and after a night out, and after many fights, Matt learned that too. The fights between you two mostly landed when it got inconvenient for him to go pick you up from whatever bar or club you were at. Luckily, he had spent that night messing around on video games and watching your location.
It's not like he didn't know that you found him attractive, or–in your own words–hot. But it was still mortifying to wake up the next morning, thinking you had the best slumber of your life, just for Matt to ruin the moment of peace with multiple videos of you being drunk and all over him. Also, something Matt was used to. Anytime he pulled up in his car, you'd come stumbling out, squealing with excitement to see him and launching yourself into his arms.
One of the videos, which he's mentioned as his favorite one, was the camera pointed right at his face while he was trying to drive, but your hands were rubbing all over his skin and you could hear yourself babbling about how attracted you were to him. The part that made you cringe was when you tried to shove your fingers in his mouth because you wanted to be closer. He just smiled the entire time, kissing and playfully biting your fingers.
God forbid a girl appreciate her boyfriend... or ex.
You asked him to delete every video or picture he had of you because you were actually embarrassed. You being caught on camera folding over a man could not be spread around, it would do serious damage to your reputation. As expected, he refused, but promised to not use them for blackmail. He just thought they were cute. How desperate you were to be near him, wanting to climb into his skin. Your words, verbatim.
[ 08:54 PM // LOCATION: MATT'S HOUSE ]
Between that night and now, you and Matt had hung out or seen each other casually, going with him on some outings, hanging out whenever Nick brought you over. Nothing really more or less happened; not unexpectedly, this was a familiar play with you two. You fight, you break up, fight some more, sort of make up, then it ends with sex. Electrifying and intoxicating sex. It was why the two of you could never stay away for too long. Nobody else could provide either of you with the same amount of chemistry. To Matt, not a damn thing compared to you.
Today, Matt called to ask if you could bring him some In-N-Out; he was hungry and didn't want to pay the absurd DoorDash fees. Chris didn't want to get up off his own ass, and Nick was at a friend's house. So that left you to be his own personal DoorDasher. He knew that at this point of the 'sort of make up' stage, you weren't going to say no. Although, you would put up a bit of a fight.
To no surprise, you answered his call with a string of curses that only made him snicker. He didn't need to do a lot of convincing anyway, you were already thinking about getting food, not eating since you got back home from the office.
You were at his house in no time, the bag of In-N-Out in one hand and your vape in the other. You had back-to-back events coming up and needed to run heavy advertising to drive internet traffic in the next week. It stressed you out enough that the first thing you grabbed when you got the call from Matt wasn't your car keys, but your vape, buried in the bottomless pit that was your purse.
Matt was locked in on his game when you shoved into his room. His fingers moved quick on the keyboard, profanities falling from his mouth with each breath. He always got so ridiculously competitive with his games. You could never understand why, it was literally just a game. He mentioned something about making it in the top ten of whatever he was playing over the phone, his reasoning for why he couldn't take a few minutes to go get his own damn food.
You walked up next to him, conscious not to disturb him, or he would be in a bad mood the rest of the night if one thing went wrong. You set the bag down on the table and pulled out his fries and burgers that he asked for. Yet he didn't even bat an eye at it, or you, for the matter.
"Thanks." He mumbled, completely focused on his stupid game.
You shot him an annoyed look that he couldn’t see since he didn’t even bother turning his head thirty degrees to even identify the other person in his room.
"You're welcome, dick face." You said, grabbing your own animal-style fries and a fork from the bag, quickly making yourself comfortable on his bed.
You took a long hit of your vape, sucking in the minty cloud and letting it sit in your lungs, waiting for that lightheaded feeling the nicotine gave you before exhaling. It was fleeting, but it helped you relax a little. It was not a healthy way to cope by any means, but the hand to mouth fixation paired with your growing addiction, you couldn’t bother finding another way to deal with stress.
The smell, combined with the small cloud you exhaled towards him, made Matt turn his head, but he didn't look at you for long, turning back to his game and shouting out a loud curse. "Long day?" He asked you, truly concerned.
You were more of a social smoker. A telltale sign that you were going through it was when you had a vape glued to your hand, especially when you didn’t even put it down to eat. His thoughts shifted from the game to you, how he could help you get your mind off of whatever was bothering you.
You kicked your socked feet up onto his bed, leaning against the headboard and lazily scooped the In-N-Out fries into your mouth. "Very. Then I had to get up and get your dick face some food." You fussed, stomach clenching with hunger.
You had to give yourself a bath after your day at work, loosening up your tense muscles. Food was the last thing on your mind. Up until your stomach was rumbling for it.
"If you think I'm such a dickface, why don't you shut up and fucking ride it?" He didn't even flinch when saying it, going right back to chewing out whoever was causing him damage in the game. "Fucking idiot!" He yelled to the screen, fingers scrambling.
You wrinkled your nose at him, shoveling more fries into your mouth. "I hate the person you turn into when you get an animated weapon." You weren't sure if he said it consciously or if he was just yelling out whatever came to his mind first in frustration with the game.
He hardly acknowledged the conversation, nodding his head to his food. "Can you feed me some fries?"
It was a conscious ask, a reason to have you nearby. While you pretended to hate his video games most of the time. There were some occasions where he would have you sat in his lap just right, you got invested, asking about each character and feature. He enjoyed moments like that with you, sharing something he enjoyed with the girl he loves. But it was so hard to try to get you to even come close when he was gaming.
"You have two hands." You responded, having no interest in engaging with him while he was swearing at 'who done it and the billy goat'.
"And they're both occupied." He said shortly.
You frowned, "How much longer do you have on that stupid game?"
"Ten minutes." He took in a deep breath before barking out a 'fuck you' at the game.
"Then wait the ten fucking minutes, I'm also eating."
You were growing increasingly irritated with him. He made you deliver his In-N-Out to him, didn't even greet you when you walked in, and was now expecting to be hand-fed. You thought about tossing your vape at his head, wanting him to stop acting like the dick face he's being. You also hated that he was making you feel desperate for his attention. You would never be caught on your knees, hands clasped, begging for anything from a man. Let alone, your fucking ex boyfriend.
He didn't argue back. He could feel your irritation growing, each rustle he heard from you behind him getting more aggressive. He wasn't trying to be so dismissive of you; he was just in the zone. And when he was in the zone, it was hard to get out of it. Even harder now with the top ten title beaming at him in his game, where he was currently sitting in third place.
It really wasn't that serious. He knew he was being completely dorky about it. Occasionally, though, the satisfaction of reaching the top in an impossible game was something he liked to experience. He felt more connected with his inner child. All in all, he would never put his juvenile video games above you.
You both let those ten minutes pass with no further disagreements. You alternated between hitting your vape and eating your fries, stealing some of Matt's drink in the process, not that he would care. Even though you were just sitting there on his bed, and he just got done pissing you off, it was the most relaxed you've felt since getting home from work. You let your mind be empty of any work thoughts, thinking about stupid questions like; if you blew hard enough on a tree, would it cause wind?
Matt finally stood up from his chair, stretching and tossing his headphones onto the desk. He looked down at you, completely relaxed on his bed. You had your vape resting against your chin, baby tee riding up enough to show off your California Sun-Kissed tummy that he wanted to just graze his teeth against, and his favorite, shorts stretched tight around those plush thighs. He was definitely going to wrap his hands around them, burying his face into your skin, he had every chance to now.
"Well?" You lifted a brow, absolutely noticing his wolfish stare, blue eyes tracking all over your body.
"Well." He echoed, fingers clamping around your ankle and gently dragging you down the bed towards him. Your vape fell along the way, but you didn’t care now that all his focus was on you. "I got second."
You cocked your head. "Congrats. Now you're finally noticing another body in your room."
He dropped the ankle he was holding, placing both hands on either side of your head, letting his weight fall onto his arms as he looked down at you. You brought your knees up, pressing them against his chest to force some space. It was more to agitate him than actually put space between you two.
He picked up on the deliberate move, a move he could easily dismantle with a faint glide of his finger against your skin, causing you to squirm and giggle anyway he wanted. But the position also gave him every excuse to latch his hands onto your thighs, and he did just that, thumb pressing into your soft flesh. A rush of relief washed over him, getting to hold one of his many favorite parts of you in his hand, he was getting hard already.
You both were slowly approaching the last stage of your breakup cycle. Not a single thought about stopping came to either of your minds.
"I knew you were in here." He argued, eyes locked on yours. "I said 'thank you'."
Your eyes stayed steady on his. "And all of that pressing me over the phone for some food, and you're not even going to eat it. I thought you were hungry?"
He gave you a smug smile, leaving a faint kiss on your knee. "I am. And trust, I am going to eat." He pressed his thumb harder into your thigh, sliding it towards the back of your knee.
Once you felt that sudden rush of heat spreading over you like carbonation being released from a soda can—all coming from every point of contact he had on you—you knew it was absolutely over for you.
He concentrated on the way your pupils dilated after that move. He was in now. Video game be damned, this was the real fucking prize. "What's got you so snappy today?" His voice now carried a gently goading edge.
He was pressing play on the final stage of the makeup cycle. He was about to rile you up, just to be the one to bring you right down. He did care that you seemed stressed and that he was being a dick. And he was absolutely going to work to lower your stress as well as for your forgiveness.
He used the thumb pressed under your knee to push your leg back, enough to be able to lower himself even closer to you. If he just moved a few more inches now, he could press his face right into your neck, feeling each frustrating word and breath releasing from your lips before they turned into moans and whimpers.
Your breathing turned manual, your brain having to remind itself of the in and out pattern, otherwise you would stop.
"I'm not being snappy." You asserted, even though your irritation with him still lingered.
"I don't know..." he murmured, his tone coaxing, "You seem a little worked up."
You leveled him with a flat look. "Oh, do I? Maybe it's because my bitchass ex called me to hand deliver him food, then paid more attention to his game than me, all after I've had a very long day at work."
"I thought I was upgraded from bitchass?" He released your leg, hand skirting towards the waistband of your shorts as he settled more between your thighs. He felt those plush thighs that he had such a terrible weakness for bracket around his own hips. He was like a fucking dog, having to physically restrain himself from rolling them against yours.
He was getting cocky over you admitting that you felt deprived of his affection. You could act like you didn’t want anything to do with him all you wanted, but in the end, you were going to end up right here.
"Upgrade revoked. You've been pissing me off since you called me."
He was absolutely reveling in your aggravated state. He hooked his finger into the waistband of your shorts, teasingly tugging on them. He had every intention of fucking you, but this was to just pull an even more irritated look onto your face.
"You sure it wasn't just your job that's been doing that?" He feigned ignorance.
"Don't play fucking stupid—" You sucked in a sharp breath when his hand broke the barrier of your waistband and dipped into your shorts, fingers brushing your inner thighs before cupping your pussy.
Your hands flew to his shoulders for purchase. You obviously weren't going to fall, but your vision tunneled right onto his overly smug face. His touch made your head fucking swim. The fizzy pulse you felt earlier jumped straight to electrifying. You suppressed the urge to grind your clothed pussy where his hand cupped it.
He was damn near losing his mind over the reaction he just pulled from you. Swear to God. He wanted to pause this moment, just so he could rewind it in his head over and over again.
He repositioned himself onto his elbow so he could cup your jaw. Your skin was undeniably radiating heat now. He rushed forward to tuck his face in the curve of your neck, your pulse beating right against his lips.
His beard scratched against your delicate skin. It was something that used to irritate you, particularly when he would get too rough and leave vague scratches behind. But right now, all care went out the window along with any coherent thoughts you had left.
He pressed the heel of his hand against your clit, his middle finger tracing your hole through your panties. You dug your fingers even harder into his shoulders, your breath hitching at the tiny contact. It was almost embarrassing, how he was able to coax a reaction from you without even doing much.
He grinned against your neck, feeling that breath rattling in your throat. "Why'd you stop talking?" He drawled, finally tugging down your panties. His finger dragged over your clit lightly, intentionally. "I love it when you talk shit." His voice rumbled, dipped in condescension and mockery.
Your hips jolted against his hand, and it irritated you how easily he was able to completely dismantle any resolve you had. How easily he could break you down to just this, like play dough in his hands.
His lips made contact with your skin the same moment he sank his middle and ring fingers into you. The wet warmth of you pulsing around his fingers and sucking them right in. He wasn't wasting any more time; he had been patient for long enough.
You couldn't hold back anymore, your aggravation completely cracking under his touch. You let out a soft gasp when he started pumping his fingers in and out of you, your pussy making soft, slick noises.
Your hand moved to the back of his head to press his face further into your neck. He caught your skin between his teeth, purposely biting down on it, before sucking it to soothe the sting.
"You're evil." You huffed out, eyelids fluttering to the feeling of his tongue lapping against your throat and fingers dragging in and out of you.
"And I love to fuckin’ corrupt you." He said hoarsely. You'd barely started, and he was already lost in it all. Your scent overpowered him, the feel of your pussy pulsing on his fingers, he was fucking drunk on it.
He left a gentle kiss on the red mark that was starting to flush into your skin. The gentleness completely contradicted what he was about to do to you.
He pulled away, hand moving from your cheek to your throat, thumb pressed against your chin to hold you still. He wanted to see your face scrunch up when he starts to finger you faster.
He curled his two fingers up, pressing into that spongy spot. “Fuck.” You moaned, eyebrows furrowing and mouth falling open. There it is. He gave a wolfish grin, getting the exact reaction he wanted.
Your legs fell open even more, your pussy clamping on his fingers. He was hard as fuck now, cock straining and dripping pre-cum in his boxers. The noises you were making and the look on your face alone could make him cum right in his pants. He wouldn’t even be ashamed about it, it was that kind of power you had over him.
You knew you were absolutely done for when he released your throat, using his hand to push your knee back and open you up even more. His fingers switched to an up and down motion, pressing harder onto that spongy spot while stimulating your clit with his thumb, rubbing circles on it. The slick sounds your pussy was making was growing even more obscene. “Ohhh…” You gasped at the new rhythm, thighs clenching and trembling.
“Look at ya, baby. Being so good fo’ me.” He was mesmerized by every sound coming out of you.
Your orgasm built embarrassingly quick. “Matt.” You whimpered as your pussy contracted. Your hole spasmed around his fingers before releasing warm jets of liquid in rhythmic spurts, your hips jolting with each overwhelming burst. You took in an audible, sharp breath, “oh god.” Was all you managed before a moan took over.
Holy Shit. His cock twitched and throbbed at the sight of you squirting, the wet spot spreading all over your shorts. His fingers didn’t stop when he felt you squirting right into his palm, if anything, it encouraged him to go faster, trying to prolong your orgasm.
You didn’t let him enjoy the sight for too long, picking your head up off the bed, going right back to irritated. “My fucking shorts, Matt! What am I supposed to wear now?” You were a little breathless, pussy still spasming.
Instead of answering your question, he leaned in, placing a hand on the back of your neck and pulled you in for a rougher kiss, nipping and sucking on your bottom lip while he slowly and torturously worked his fingers out of you. He pulled away, “Aw, you upset about your shorts pretty girl?” He said, his tone lightly patronizing. “Don’t worry,” He tugged them completely off now, the cold air against your wet thighs and pussy giving you a bit of a shock, “you don’t need them anymore.”
He dove in for another kiss, your tongues tangling together. Your hands went right up into his hair, nails carding through it as you held him close. His beard nipped harshly against your face, sure to leave behind small, irritated spots. His lips were soft and magnetic, anytime you started kissing, you didn’t want to stop. All frustrations about your shorts melted away.
His hands focused on undoing his pants, stumbling to free his excruciating boner. His tip felt so sensitive, if you even looked at it he might just burst. He wouldn’t care about how pathetic it would have made him look. He needed some relief, quickly.
Once his pants were around his ankles, his thick bullet-tip dripping and slick with pre-cum, he pulled back from your lips to trail kisses down your body. He pecked down the column of your throat, his hands pushing your shirt and bra up to your chin. Your perky tits bounced from how impatient he was being, hastily getting you out of your clothes.
His lips latched right onto a pointed nipple, his sucking and biting leaving you squirming and keening under him. His other hand fisted your other tit, his fingers pinching and rolling your nipple. Your body felt like it was on fire, so sensitive that if he focused on just your tits any longer, you might cum again. “Fuck…just like that, Matt.”
Your tits were his favorite place to leave marks, like a little souvenir only the two of you knew about. It was a nice surprise to have whenever you two would fuck again a few days later, and there they were, littering your skin.
He moved onto your stomach, hands pressing into your waist to still your squirming. His lips pressed down on your skin with fervor. And just as he said he would, he used his teeth to nip the flesh on your stomach, tasting the California sun and cherries on his tongue. Every part of you was so fucking delicious to him. If there was a lollipop flavor that was made to taste like you, his sugar intake would absolutely triple. He could never get enough.
He felt each inhale and exhale right on his mouth, your stomach moving with each breath. He was hooked on the way he was able to make you so frantic, so eager to the point you were basically panting for it.
When he reached below your belly button, he straightened up. “You ready?” He rasped.
You nodded eagerly, self respect left right at the door. “Yes.” Your voice came out pleading, your pussy was aching to feel his cock. You hadn’t fucked anyone since breaking up with Matt which caused everything you were feeling to be amplified, senses heightened. You hated to admit it, but you were touch deprived.
He grinned, his expression full of knowing amusement. He gripped your thighs, relishing in the fact that he finally gets to feel them fucking tremble and shake under his hands. He was not going to last. But, by the looks of it, neither were you.
He pulled you all the way to the edge of the bed, giving him an easier angle to enter at. He pushed your legs further apart, gathering saliva in his mouth to spit right onto your already dewy pussy. It wasn’t necessary, purely self indulgent, watching his spit slide down the mound of your cunt.
You propped yourself up onto your elbows, watching the filthy action, your pussy aching at the feeling of his spit coating it.
He fisted the base of his cock, slapping it against your clit, earning a harsh shudder from you. He traced your slit with the tip, mixing and gathering all the wetness there, and using it as lube as he slides his hand down his cock.
He lined his tip up with your hole, his dick hadn’t even penetrated you yet and your thighs were already quivering. “You’re already shaking, baby. How cute.” He spoke with an infuriating edge.
Your eyes snapped up to his, sharp. “Oh please. Your balls are visibility blue.”
He loved the way you fired back. He had to hold back a groan, not wanting to prove your words right. That he was just as fucking needy as you were.
He pushed his tip inside, using his thumb to guide himself in. “What was that?” He taunted, watching your face.
Your sharp look fell a little, your pussy squeezing around the ridge of his tip like an elastic band. “Stop…mmph…being such a dick.” You hissed out. That coiling feeling in your stomach already growing.
“Say that again, I couldn’t understand you.” He quipped again, pushing harshly into you. The moment your gummy walls sucked him in, his composure shattered, a pitiful noise breaking loose from his throat.
But it was masked by the loud whine you let out, his cock stretching you out blissfully. You forgot just how intense the stretch from his dick was. “oh…that’s…big.” You breathed out, voice lilting and rough. Your head fell back onto the bed, back arching to try and relieve some of the stretch, your hands were scratching and scrambling in his sheets.
His grip on your thigh tightened, trying to hold you still. If you kept squirming, he was actually going to flood inside of you. “Too big for you pretty girl?” He pressed a hand onto your lower stomach, flattening you back onto the bed and letting you feel the overwhelming sensation. Your hands fisted into his sheets, a pathetic little mewl tumbling out.
He rutted his hips against yours, dick sliding in and out of you, feeling every vein of his cock. “You can take it, baby. I know you can.” He whispered with faux sympathy.
His hand slid up your stomach and found yours, lacing your fingers together as he pressed it against the bed next to your head. He pulled out halfway then rolled his hips against yours again, setting a slow and steady rhythm, allowing you to reacquaint to his size. But he wasn’t going to keep this pace, he didn’t want to go slow.
“Mmm fuck yeah.” You moaned, your hand squeezing his. Your tongue was feeling loose now, mind completely focused on the way his dick was moving inside you.
“What was that about me being a dick again?” He asked, condescension filling his words. He thrusted into you a little harder and faster now, getting lost in the way your face morphed.
Your lips parted into an ‘o’, moans and whimper punching out of your lungs with each thrust, brows furrowed and eyelids fluttering.
He mocked your expression, giving your thigh a squeeze. “Ohhh…such a pretty girl.” He cooed. “Look at you, can’t even speak now, huh?”
He put you in three more positions, fucking you into an orgasm each time. The bed creaked with the intensity and desperation of it all. His room filled with the sound of your crude moans and his groans. His thrusts were rough enough to tinge the back of your thighs red each time your skin smacked against his. The act of it all was so intoxicating, you both felt a little brainless while fucking.
‘You still take me so fucking well.’; ‘fuck, you’re beautiful like this’, ‘yeahhh, cum on my cock pretty girl’. He’d choke out in time with your moans.
Now he had you on your side, hand hooked under your knee, leg pulled back as he fucked into you from behind. He had an arm wrapped around your waist, keeping you anchored against him, his fingers pressing, playing, and pinching at your clit. You held onto his arm, your nails leaving tiny pink indents in his skin where you were trying to find an anchor.
His cock was covered in your creamy juices, letting him slide in and out of you easier. His arms and back decorated with red streaks from your nails.
“Fuck, that’s good.” Your words slurred, feeling his short breaths against your shoulder. His dick was dragging easier inside you, but you still clenched around his cock, sucking him up.
A strained noise escaped him, his rhythm breaking as his balls tightened. “Fuck, I’m ‘bouta cum…” He rasped, pressing a tender kiss against your shoulder.
His words curled around your gut, your own orgasm approaching. “Fuck…Matt…” You whined, his cock twitching inside you.
Your pussy squeezed around his cock, only urging him on. “You gonna cum again?” He asked, sounding smug. He was about to make you cum five fucking time tonight.
He was for sure going to goad about this next time you decide that he isn’t anything but gum stuck to your shoe.
You didn’t verbally answer his question, your body jolting as your orgasm rushed through you. “Matt!” You moaned out his name, your hips rocking, and hole fluttering.
That heat that was pooled in your stomach released in a wave, washing over your whole body. Your pussy was dripping and creamy on his cock, evidence of your orgasm coating it.
“Ohhhh fuuuck.” He groaned at this sight, his hips jerking as his cock thrummed against your seizing walls, his cum spilled inside you in three long bursts. He rutted into you each time his tip ejaculated his cum, your pussy squelching and squeezing around him.
He pressed balls deep into you, holding his dick there long enough for both of you to stop quivering with the aftershock of your orgasms.
You both finally felt sweet and addictive fucking release after months of not having sex. Your eyes were hazy, body feeling loose.
He placed your leg back down onto the bed, using his hand to spread you so he can watch his cock glide out of your wet and ruined cunt. Your pussy was swollen and sticky, some of his cum dripping out.
He dropped a kiss onto your reddened ass cheek, “You did so good, baby.” He murmured, voice softer and losing the mocking edge. “You feeling better now?”
Your cheeks were flushed, skin glistening with sweat, hair a tangled mess from him grabbing it and running his hands through it. Your chest rose and fell with pants, trying to catch your breath and allowing your brain to catch up with reality.
“Yeah.” Your voice still came out a little languid, “I don’t even remember what I was bitching about.”
He lifted his eyes to you, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “That was my goal. Now, let’s go get cleaned up. You can pee, steal whatever clothes you want, and I’ll change the sheets and wash your shorts for you.” His hand rubbed up and down your leg soothingly.
He had always been great at aftercare, making sure you were okay and giving you anything you needed.
“Sounds like a great plan.” You puffed out, leaning against him.
“Your legs feelin’ alright?”
You nodded, although they were still quivering, the soreness has yet to set in. And even if it did, Matt would make sure it went away as quickly as he could manage.
“Feeling the best I can feel after being thrown around and rammed into.”
Matt chuckled at you, planting another kiss onto your forehead. “So I should expect a complaint about how much you hurt tomorrow?”
You smiled. “Always.”
You both took your time getting up, having to recover from a long round of make up sex after being broken up for the longest time in your recorded history.
It was going to take some time for your legs to stop shaking, your muscles spasmed with every position he twisted you into.
He helped you find some clothes to slip into before sneaking out to his bathroom. You cleaned yourself up, making sure to go pee and wipe yourself up. Matt took that time to tidy up in the bedroom, pulling his boxers back on and then throwing the sheets and your shorts into the wash. He intruded for a second to wash himself up and to make sure you were okay.
You walked back in a moment later, Matt lounging lazily against the headrest of his bed that now had fresh sheets on it. He was popping In-N-Out fries into his mouth, other hand tapping on his phone.
He looked up at you when you walked in, patting the spot next to him. “C’mere baby.” He said softly. “I got you water and found your vape. Let me know if you want a snack or a massage, or vent about your shitty ass job.”
You dropped down onto the bed next to him, his arm wrapping around your middle in an instant to pull you close. Fries and phone pushed to the side because he didn’t care about anything but you.
“It is not a shitty job.” You defended, “it was just… long day.”
“Mhm.” He hummed against your shoulder. “Not shitty job, just one that stresses you out.”
You pulled back slightly to look at him, “Can we stop talking about my job now?”
He smirked at you, a little sheepish that he almost stressed you out all over again. “Yes, I will happily shut up.”
Even though you were just as close as you could ever be a few minutes ago, neither of you could get enough of that contact. It’s what made shit so dangerous whenever you’d break up. Like trying to quit an addictive substance. Anytime the temptation was dangling right in front of you, you both were scrambling to reach for it.
“Great performance by the way, I don’t think I’ve ever heard you whimper before.” You commented, a satisfied smirk setting onto your face.
He shot you a look, hand already massaging your shaking thighs without you having to ask for it. “I’m surprised you were able to hear that over your loud cries. It was one whimper. Forgive me, I was physically aching for your pussy.”
You grew even more satisfied with his words, “Oh, so desperate weren’t you?” You teased, your finger tracing up and down his arm.
His eyes darkened at your words. “Baby, I worship you.” He said, having admitted this a million times before. “And maybe I did let a little whimper slip, but you were loud enough to wake Chris.” He added with a smug look.
“What?” You blurted.
“Don’t worry sweetheart.” He mumbled, leaning in close. “Jus a lil noise complaint is all.” Before you could sit with that embarrassing revelation, he pressed his lips to yours, kissing you tenderly.
You both savored the way the kiss felt, your body almost doubling over with relief, being able to kiss him again.
But this wasn’t you taking him back, not yet. He still had to apologize, say the actual words to you.
This fuck was in no way, make up sex. You were simply giving in to your body’s needs. And it certainly needed him.
Summary: Chris surprises you with a weekend away at an Airbnb with all of your friends for your birthday.
The entire drive through the hills of Los Angeles had you completely confused. Chris had been acting suspicious for weeks. Every time you walked into a room he’d quickly close his laptop. His phone never left his side. If you asked what he was doing, he’d just smile and pull you into his lap. The more he brushed off your questions, the more determined you became to figure out what he was hiding. You knew your birthday was coming up, but you never expected anything beyond maybe dinner and a weekend away together.
Now you sat in the passenger seat watching the city disappear behind you as Chris drove further into the hills. The sunset painted everything gold and orange, making the views look straight out of a movie. His hand rested comfortably on your thigh while he drove, occasionally squeezing your leg whenever he caught you staring suspiciously at him.
“You’re being weird,” you laughed.
“I’m literally driving baby.”
“No, you’ve been weird for weeks.”
Chris grinned. “Maybe you’re just nosey.”
You gasped dramatically. “Excuse me?” You rolled your eyes but couldn’t stop smiling. He looked way too pleased with himself.
A few minutes later he turned onto a private road lined with palm trees. Massive homes sat tucked into the hills, each more beautiful than the last. You were already impressed when he pulled through a large set of gates, but the second the driveway came into view, your entire body froze.
At first all you noticed was the giant white and gold balloon arch standing at the entrance. Then you noticed the cars. Dozens of them. Lined all the way down the driveway. Your heart immediately started racing.
“No..”
Chris looked over at you. You recognized Noah’s truck. Matt’s car. Nick’s. Oliver’s. Josh’s. Sofia’s. Gabi’s. One after another.
Your hand flew over your mouth. “No way.” The tears came instantly. “Oh my god.”
Chris smiled softly. “Surprise.”
You turned toward him so fast. “Chris!” Your voice cracked immediately. “Are you serious?”
His hand found your thigh. “I love you baby.”
Tears were already streaming down your cheeks. You looked from him, back to the mansion, then to the line of cars again. “This is for me?”
“Every bit of it.”
You covered your face. “Oh my god.”
The car rolled to a stop and you couldn’t move. The mansion looked unbelievable. You could see people moving around inside through the windows. The entire property looked like something you’d only ever seen online.
Chris got out first before quickly coming around to your side. The second he opened your door, you practically launched yourself into his arms. “You’re insane.”
He laughed, wrapping his arms around you. “That’s fair, baby you deserve this.”
You shook your head against his chest. “No I don’t.”
“Yes you do.”
He gently pulled back and wiped away a few tears with his thumbs before kissing your forehead. “C’mon birthday girl.”
You immediately took his hand. The walk up the driveway felt surreal. Every detail seemed more perfect than the last. There were flowers lining the entrance. String lights wrapped around trees. Photos of you and your friends throughout the years were displayed near the front door. Every few steps you stopped to take something else in.
Chris never let go of your hand once. When you finally reached the front entrance he squeezed your fingers. “Ready?”
“No.”
He laughed. The front doors swung open. “SURPRISE!” The entire house erupted. You jumped. Everyone started laughing. The room was packed. Completely packed. Your entire friend group stood inside cheering and clapping. Before you could even process it, Gabi and Sofia came running toward you.
“Oh my god!”
The three of you collided into a giant hug while tears immediately filled your eyes again. “You guys knew?!”
“Obviously!”
“You all suck!”
The girls laughed. “We know.”
Behind them you spotted Oliver standing on a couch holding a tiny camcorder. “Oh my god she’s crying.”
“Oliver!”
“I’m documenting history.”
You laughed through your tears. One by one everyone came over to hug you. Noah practically squeezed the life out of you. Matt wrapped you in a giant bear hug. Nick hugged you and whispered happy birthday, Josh immediately started teasing you for crying. Every person you loved was here.
And through it all, Chris never left your side. His hand rested comfortably against your loer back the entire time.
The house itself was unbelievable. There were balloons everywhere. A giant birthday banner stretched across one wall. Tables were covered in flowers and desserts. Every room looked beautifully decorated.
Outside was somehow even better. Several of the guys were already grilling steaks. Music played softly from speakers around the patio. Long tables had been set overlooking the hills. A huge buffet stretched across one side of the patio with every type of food imaginable. Pasta, salads, fresh bread, grilled vegetables, desserts, snacks, drinks. It looked like enough food for an entire wedding.
The next few hours flew by in a blur of laughter, swimming, pictures, and catching up with everyone. Every time you turned around someone else was wishing you happy birthday or pulling you into another hug.
As the sun started setting, everyone gathered around the long tables outside for dinner. Fairy lights twinkled overhead. The city lights sparkled below the hills. The view was breathtaking.
You sat beside Chris while everyone laughed and talked around you. Every few minutes you’d glance around the table and have to remind yourself this was actually happening.
Halfway through dinner, Chris suddenly stood up. Everyone immediately started cheering. “Oh no.” You laughed.
Chris rubbed the back of his neck. “Okay, shut up.”
The group quieted down. His eyes found yours immediately. “I just wanted to say thank you to everyone for being here.”
Everyone smiled.
“You all helped make this weekend happen. The decorations, the setup, the food, the planning. You guys showed up because you love her and wanted her to have the best birthday possible.”
Your eyes instantly started filling again. Chris pointed toward you. “And honestly, nobody deserves it more.”
The table erupted into applause. You covered your face. Chris laughed. “See? Crying again.”
Everyone laughed.
You stood up beside him, wiping at your eyes. “I seriously have no words.”
The group immediately started teasing you. You looked around at everyone. “I’m so thankful for all of you. Every single one of you.” Your voice cracked. “I love you guys so much.”
A chorus of “we love you too” immediately followed.
Chris rubbed your back while you sat back down, kissing the side of your head. The next surprise came after dinner. The giant cake. Everyone gathered around while it was carried outside. Your jaw dropped. It was enormous. Candles glowing across the top. You stood beside Chris while everyone crowded around and started singing. The warm candlelight danced across everyone’s faces. You looked around at all your favourite people singing to you. And just like that, you were crying again. Chris wrapped an arm around your waist. “You are literally crying every hour.”
You laughed. “It’s your fault.”
The song continued. Chris never took his eyes off you. Watching you smile. Watching you laugh. Watching you take everything in. As the song came to an end, he leaned down beside your ear. “Happy birthday, baby.” He kissed your cheek. Then your lips. You smiled against his mouth before turning and blowing out your candles. Everyone erupted into cheers.
The rest of the night quickly became chaos. The karaoke machine came out. Drinks started flowing. And suddenly nobody had any dignity left.
You and the girls screamed songs at the top of your lungs while dancing around the living room. The guys attempted boy band songs and completely butchered them. Oliver somehow managed to film every embarrassing second. Noah nearly fell off a chair. Matt and Nick forgot half the lyrics to every song they sang.
Your stomach hurt from laughing. At one point Gabi disappeared upstairs and came back carrying a giant bag. “Okay everyone!”
She started handing out shirts. You unfolded yours. Immediately laughing. KEEP CALM, I’M Y/N Everyone else’s said, KEEP CALM AND LOVE Y/N
You laughed so hard you almost cried again. “I love these, Gabi.”
She grinned proudly. “I spent way too much time making them.”
Within minutes everyone had changed into them. The group looked ridiculous. Which somehow made them perfect.
Hours later everyone migrated outside for movie night. The lawn had been transformed. Huge bean bag chairs covered the grass. Blankets were piled everywhere. A giant projector screen overlooked the hills. You immediately climbed onto the bean bag Chris had claimed. Curling directly into his lap. His arms wrapped around your waist automatically while a blanket covered both of you.
The cool night air felt perfect. His fingers lazily rubbed circles against your back while the movie played. Every so often he’d press a kiss to your forehead. Your temple. Your cheek. Just because.
Halfway through the movie you tilted your head up toward him. “Thank you for this.”
His smile immediately softened. “For what?”
You looked around at the setup. At your friends. At the lights. At everything.
“All of this.” You leaned against his shoulder. “I appreciate you more than you know.”
Chris gently kissed your lips. “Always.” Another kiss. “Anything to make you smile.”
When the movie ended, everyone gathered around a huge fire pit. Drinks continued flowing. Stories were shared. People laughed until they cried.
You spent most of the night sitting comfortably on Chris’s lap with his arms around your waist. Every time someone told a funny story, he’d laugh into your shoulder. Every time you got cold, he’d pull the blanket tighter around you.
By the time you checked your phone, it was almost three in the morning. You groaned dramatically. Chris laughed. “Tired?”
“So tired.”
He kissed your forehead. “Let’s go to bed.”
After saying goodnight to everyone, the two of you finally headed upstairs. Your room stole your breath away. Floor to ceiling windows overlooked the ocean in the distance. A private balcony sat just beyond the glass doors. Soft lights glowed throughout the room. More balloons floated near the ceiling. Flowers sat on the dresser. The entire room felt romantic and peaceful after the excitement of the day. You stood there staring. “Chris.”
He smiled. “What?”
“This is insane.”
He laughed.
The two of you spent the next little while getting ready for bed, talking about the day and laughing over everyone’s karaoke performances. By the time you finally climbed under the covers, you felt completely exhausted in the best possible way.
You immediately curled into his side. His arm wrapped around you. The room was quiet. Peaceful. Comfortable.
After a few minutes, you looked up at him. “How did you pull this off?”
Chris laughed. “It’s been planned for months.”
Your eyes widened. “Months?”
“Months.”
You shook your head. “You’re crazy.”
“It was so hard keeping it from you.”
You smiled softly. “I love you.”
His expression immediately softened. “I love you too.”
You leaned up and kissed him. Slow. Sweet. The kind of kiss that made both of you smile. Neither of you pulled away right away.
Chris’s hand settled comfortably at your waist while you stayed close, foreheads touching afterward. The room felt warm and quiet around you. Downstairs you could still faintly hear some of your friends laughing, enjoying the last few hours of the night together.
Chris brushed a piece of hair behind your ear before pulling you closer against his chest. “Best birthday?”
You laughed softly. “The best birthday.”
He kissed the top of your head. And wrapped his arms around you as the two of you settled into bed, ending a day you’d never forget for the rest of your life.
He was the game. She was the exception. He knew how to flirt, how to fuck, how to leave. She knew how to build walls he’d never meant to climb—until he did. No one expected it — what happens when the campus heartbreaker catches feelings for the one girl who swore she’d never be one of his stories?
vape pens and lecture halls. frat house chaos and library silence. he calls her trouble with a grin; she calls him Matthew like it’s a warning. he likes her in oversized hoodies and bare legs. she likes him best when he’s honest, which doesn’t happen often—until her. she’s logic and caution. he’s impulse and charm. he leaves parties with numbers in his phone. she doesn’t text back.
they shouldn’t make sense. but on the roof after midnight, or tangled in her twin bed with his hoodie draped over her shoulders, she always lets him stay. she listens like she sees right through him. he looks at her like she might be the first real thing that’s ever scared him.
introduction: manwhore! matt x fem! reader
part one: the reputation
part two: class act
part three: eye contact and half-truths
part four: stay dry
part five: "not supposed to"
part six: in the stands
part seven: mixed signals
part eight: "did that really just happen?"
part nine: everything i feel and shouldn't say
part ten: the one worth staying for
A soft moment between you and Chris, where he likes the feeling of your nails scrapping across his scalp..
Chris sturniolo x reader
Warnings: none just soft sugary fluff<3
The air in his room was cold as the day slowly settled into night, the morning traffic replaced by the occasional sounds of passing cars racing to get home and the glittering light of the moon shining through the curtains.
Your fingers were threading through Chris’s hair as the fan blew softly across your intertwined bodies, the t.v. playing some random sitcom.
You then stop scratching his head to reply to a message from Tara asking if you wanted to hangout tomorrow and all you hear is a tiny grunt,
“Chris?”
You said softly looking down at Chris as his face was plastered between the valley of your breasts.
“Did I say you could stop?”
You widen your eyes at his attitude,
“Who are you talking to like that?”
Chris whines and sits up, having his arms extend to cage you between his now toned arms. Chris’s face is inches from yours and you smile softly,
“Keep doing what you were doing…”
You raise an eyebrow in confusion, before smiling at him.
“You’re such a baby, I was texting Tara..”
Chris scoffed and laid back down on your chest pushing his nose into your skin.
“I’m more important..”
You roll your eyes and continue scratching his scalp as he groans at the soothing feeling of your nails scrapping across his head. The feeling making his spine shiver,
“You’re so dramatic and I’m telling Tara about this..”
Chris lets out a lazy agreement, obviously not listening.
“Yeah whatever I don’t care…”
You smile at Chris and continue to enjoy the tender moment between you and your needy boyfriend.
Summary: In which an innocent moment of you sitting on Chris's lap turns into something more.
Word count: 4.4k
CW: 🔞Explicit Sexual Content (Smut): protected sex, fingering, oral sex (m receiving), hand job, dry humping?, choking, hair pulling, praise kink, mention of alcohol, mention of weed use, if I forgot anything please let me know! If under 18, I am not responsible for the media you consume. (MDNI)
You aren’t really sure why Chris dragged you to this party. You’ve told him countless times that you’d rather be home with a blanket and a good movie; parties just aren’t your thing. They were loud, obnoxious, and a really bad influence on you.
“Come on, you’ll be fine! Look, we can even wear matching shoes,” Chris teases. He knows you’re a sucker for matching things—and you find it adorable.
You bite your lip and smile. “Fuck. Fine. But only because we get to match. Cute little bestie moment.”
Now here you are, stuck at this godforsaken party. Chris is somewhere in the living room, and you’re on your fourth drink of the night. You’re definitely feeling it—not completely drunk, but nowhere near sober. You move slowly into the living room, scanning the crowd until you spot your best friend.
Relief washes over you, and you make your way over. As you get closer, Chris looks up and smiles. His eyes are red and glassy. He’s high as a kite. “Hey, I was wondering where you were. Come here,” he says, patting his lap.
You hesitate. He rolls his eyes, laughs, and pulls you onto his lap. Instantly, Chris buries his face in your neck, smelling the vanilla scent you always wear. “You smell good. Like, really good.” You freeze, pulse skipping. It feels a little too intimate, but you remind yourself he’s just high, and you’re just tipsy. You manage to laugh, ruffling his hair to keep the tone light.
“You saw me put it on before we left your house, dork.” You tease gently. Chris just shrugs and smiles.
Chris’s hands settle softly on your thighs as he turns back to his friends. You sip your drink and listen, speaking softly when someone asks you something. Every so often, Chris gives your thighs a gentle squeeze—silent reassurance, a secret language just between the two of you. When the music shifts to a song you love, you squeal and twist around to face Chris.
“Chris, can we please go dance?” You beg as you give him puppy eyes. He smiles, but shakes his head.
“You know I don’t dance, [Y/N].”
You pout. “Fine, then I’ll just dance here.”
Grinning, you start moving your shoulders to the song, letting the beat move through you until your whole body sways. Chris’s hands tighten on your thighs, but you’re lost in the music and the effects of your drink, barely noticing his reaction. A low groan rumbles from his chest. His friends burst out laughing as it becomes clear he’s struggling with you moving like that on his lap.
“I think Chris doesn’t really know what to do with himself right now.” Oliver laughs as he watches, amused.
You pause and look around, blushing. You turn back and look at Chris, concern lacing your face. “Am I hurting you? What’s wrong?”
Chris lets out a gentle sigh as you stop moving. He smiles softly at your innocence and whispers, “Nothing. I’m ok. My friends are just being assholes.”
You nod and stand up. Chris frowns and tries to grab you again. “Where are you going?”
You smile and wiggle your red solo cup. “Need more. Be back fast!”
When you come back, Chris immediately grabs you and pulls you back onto his lap. He kisses your neck softly, and you pause. “Uhm.”
He giggles. You groan. “Did you smoke more?”
He shrugs and nuzzles further into your neck, mumbling. “Possibly. Just sit there and look pretty, alright? Don’t mind me.”
You shift to get comfortable again, but suddenly freeze. You feel it—him—cock pressing hard through his jeans against your ass. Heat flushes up your neck, and you try to subtly move away. Chris’s breath hitches, his grip on your thighs tightening possessively. “Don’t do that, ma. I swear.”
You pause on his lap. He’s never used that tone with you. It was hot. You want to hear what else can come from his mouth. There is a brief moment where neither of you moves, the music continues in the background, and his friends keep laughing. Chris’s breath is hot on your neck, his hands gripping your thighs a little too tightly. Slowly, you turn your body, your eyes searching his, looking for any sign of embarrassment or regret.
His cheeks are a faint pink, and his eyes look around the party, avoiding your gaze completely. You smile softly as you realize he’s totally out of his realm with this incident. You want to laugh so badly, but instead you lean closer to him. His breath catches as you bring your mouth to his ear. Chris shivers as you whisper softly to him, “Want me to help with that?”
Chris doesn’t look at you, but he sure as hell nods. You let out a soft giggle and get off his lap, grabbing his hand, tugging until he stands. Oliver and Matt whistle and laugh as you lead Chris away, walking straight towards the empty guest room. You calmly close the door, sinking you two into darkness as the party's music fades to a distant hum.
You face him and just stare, all over his face, no words are coming out. Chris gives you a small smile and rubs the back of his neck, “Look, I uh….I didn’t mean to…. It just happened.”
Your head tilts as you watch him stumble over his words. You take a step closer to him and softly rub your thumb over his cheek. “It’s fine, I know it happens.”
Chris steps closer, captivated by how gentle you are in this situation. Your chests are now touching. “I know we are best friends, but I want to help. If that’s what you want.”
His eyes fill with surprise, then turn to pure heat. He looks at your mouth and then back at your eyes. “Aren’t you afraid of this changing things?”
You smirk, “It’ll only change if you let it. So don’t let it. Just enjoy the fact that I want to help.”
Your hand slides down from his face to the edge of his shirt. You graze it softly before you lift it just a few inches, and your hand traces the spot right above the waistband of his jeans. Chris lets out a soft gasp, his eyes never leaving your face, but his heart is beating so fast in this moment. There’s now a tension filling the air and room.
"Chris, do you want this?" You don’t move your hand anymore until you get the green light from him.
He blushes again and nods, "Yes. Yeah. But only if you want this too.”
Your stomach fills with butterflies, and you nod. "Then stop standing like that and kiss me.”
He closes the distance fast, as if he didn’t move quickly enough, you’d change your mind. Chris’s lips press to yours, slow at first as he tastes whatever you were drinking earlier, something fruity. You melt immediately into the kiss, your hands finding his shoulders for something to hold onto. He groans as your lips move against each other, hands finding your hips and pulling you closer to him.
You gasp as he does that. You can feel his cock pressing against your thigh. At your gasp, Chris takes that moment to slip his tongue into your mouth, gently rubbing it against yours before tangling with it. You moan into the kiss, hungrily swapping spit with him as you two kiss. It’s messy and filthy; it’s everything you’d expect to get from him in a kiss. He smiles into the kiss before he gently sucks your tongue into his mouth and gives it gentle pulls. You whine and grip his shoulders. The feeling is absolutely euphoric.
Chris breaks the kiss and moves down to your jaw. Placing soft kisses all along it. You whine softly, and he smiles as he moves from your jaw to your neck, finding a sensitive spot and gently sucking on the skin there. The feeling of him marking up your neck makes you go crazy. You moan loudly, covering your mouth so nobody can hear. Chris laughs softly before licking the spot he sucked on and then blowing cold air onto it.
“Tell me how it feels. Let me hear you, ma.”
“Why don’t I just show you what it does to me?” You tease softly as your hand makes its way to his belt buckle. Chris moans softly as he feels your touch graze his stomach, eyes watching with anticipation.
“Last chance, tell me to stop if you don’t want this.” You whisper softly.
Chris’s hips buck softly into your hand, a silent tell to keep going. He grabs your chin and speaks low, “Don’t stop. Please.”
Your fingers fumble with his belt, nerves suddenly consuming you as you realize this is actually about to happen. With your best friend.
Chris covers your hand gently and smiles, “Let me help. Breathe.”
You nod.
He quickly undoes his belt, button, and zipper. His pants hang loosely around his hips now. You look at him as you slowly push his pants down. He watches you with want in his eyes and lets out a soft moan as you grab his boxers and push them down as well. His cock springs free, and he's really hard. You softly touch him, and he tenses for a second. You wrap your hand around his length gently, and his hips buck, searching for more friction. You smile as you feel him relax into your touch. He relaxes as you just hold him, taking in his thickness and length. Tracing a vein lightly that you could feel without seeing, he shivers.
"Fuck," he whispers, closing his eyes in pleasure.
“Does it feel good?” You ask softly, looking at him for reassurance.
Chris smiles at you and nods, “It would feel better if you used that pretty hand of yours.”
You blush. You slowly start to stroke him, bringing your hand from the base all the way to the tip, occasionally collecting the wetness there. Neither of you two is embarrassed anymore, just quietly enjoying the touching that is happening. As you stroke him, you squeeze him periodically, pulling light moans from his mouth. Chris leans into you as you keep going.
“Jesus, you’re fucking good at this.” He groans.
Instead of saying anything back, you lean in and kiss him again. Your tongue is pushing through his lips and invading his mouth. It’s a shock, really, to both of you, being this bold with something so new. But you’re too turned on, stroking his cock, hearing his moans, to really even focus on yourself. Chris moans and kisses you back, just as hungry.
Finally, you break first, wanting air. You stop all movement, and Chris looks at you, confused. You smile softly as you slowly sink to your knees in front of him. His breath catches as he watches you become eye level with his cock. You observe it, the tip red and swollen, leaking precum. He’s thick, which catches you by surprise for some reason, but also really turns you on. And there are some veins on display without being too noticeable, but still enough for you to trace them with a finger.
“Shit, [Y/N]. You’re being such a fucking tease.” He groans and softly brushes his thumb against your cheek.
You smile and look up at him. Maintaining that eye contact, you slowly drag your tongue up his shaft, wrapping your lips around the tip and giving it a gentle suck. Chris gasps, hands flying straight to your hair and pulling it. You moan softly, the vibrations sending a shock through his body.
“Ma, if you don’t start sucking, I might actually lose it.” He murmurs as his hands move through your hair, making it into a pony.
You keep your eyes locked with his and start pushing him inch by inch into your mouth. You get halfway and suck again, swirling your tongue around his length as you do so. Chris actually whimpers from the feeling and gently pushes your head to take more, and you allow him. He accidentally pushes himself to the back of your throat, and you gag. He hisses and pulls back.
“Shit. Sorry.” Chris gives a sympathetic look.
You smirk, grab his cock, and deep throat him again. When you pull off, you softly spit on his length and stroke him again, coating him in wetness. “It’s really ok, Chris.”
Chris groans and looks at you. He pulls your hair again and shoves his cock back into your throat, not going all the way in, but enough to shut up your teasing that’s driving him wild. You whine as he slowly fucks your face. Spit is coming out of the sides of your mouth, some of it coating his cock and making it wetter. You suck hard, your hands wrapping around what can’t fit into your mouth as he keeps thrusting.
“Just like that. Fuck you’re so p-pretty… taking me so nicely… shit.” He gasps as he watches your face being fucked by him. You moan and suck just a bit harder, and his hand grips your hair roughly.
His pace slightly increases. Now it’s alternating between stopping halfway and then really pushing the boundaries and making you deep throat him. Every time his cock hits the back of your throat and hears you gag, he lets out a soft moan. You can taste the saltiness of his precum, and it just turns you on even more.
“Knew this mouth was good for something other than giving me a hard time. You’ve made my cock so wet. Fuck.” Chris moans.
His hips stutter, and you can tell he is close. You pull back some and give gentle sucks and pulls along his length, tracing your tongue around that one vein you felt earlier with your finger. Chris hisses and grips your shoulders. “Fuck. I don’t want to cum this way. Need to be in you.”
You pull off, wiping your mouth as you look up at him. You press a soft kiss to his tip, feeling the heat of him on your lips, and then rise to your feet. Chris immediately pulls you into a kiss, hungry and desperate, but this time there’s something different about it. You taste him on your lips, and the two of you laugh into the kiss, giddy with whatever is happening right now.
He pulls away, grabs your hand, and leads you to the bed. Chris, ever the gentleman, helps lay you down and climbs on top of you, using his arms to hold himself over you. He stares at you for a moment before kissing you, but this time it’s soft and gentle, like he's really taking his time to absorb you and whatever this moment is.
Chris trails the kisses down your jaw, to your neck, leaving yet another hickey in the process. He pulls back and smiles at it, blowing cool air on it and watching you moan from the sensation.
He bends down and whispers in your ear, “Now everyone will know you’re mine. You'll know you're mine.”
Heat floods your body from that claiming statement. You are both now officially teetering on the line between best friends and something more. It makes you nervous, but excited all at the same time. When you look back at him, you nod in agreement, too turned on to even speak.
Chris smirks and continues to place kisses along your body. He gets to your shirt and lifts it up, staring at you and silently asking if it's okay. You nod and lift your arms, and he slowly pulls it off. He sees the black lace bra and moans.
“Fuck. This is staying on. Fucking beautiful.”
You gasp softly as he places light kisses on your chest above the bra. “Chris… shit.”
Chris traces his fingers lightly along your breasts, just the part that is on display above where the bra sits. He bends down again and lightly sucks on the skin there. You moan and grip his hair, hips bucking for more. Your hips get pinned down by his hands as he finishes leaving his mark ok the upper part of your tit. He smiles.
“Some of my finest work, if I say so myself.”
You roll your eyes and look at him. “Thought you wanted to fuck me, not tease me.”
Chris playfully glares at you, then, in retaliation, he licks a line down your stomach, stopping at the waistband of your skirt. Soft kisses are placed along your waistline, you whimper and tug his hair again, pulling a moan out of his mouth. Chris unzips the skirt and tugs it down along with the tights and the matching lace panties you had on. You are now completely bare to Chris, and it's the weirdest fucking feeling because this escalated so quickly between you two.
“Oh hell, [Y/N]. You're soaked, if I knew I turned you on this much, I would've fucked you a long time ago.” He whispers. His hands keep your legs apart as he stares at your wet pussy. And it's true, you're drenched from his words, and how he has been teasing you. You blush.
“If you could stop talking so much, that would be great.” You mutter, and Chris lets out a laugh, pecking your cheek.
He gets serious for a moment and looks at you, “You're my best friend. You trust me, right? Like if you didn't want this, you'd tell me?”
You pause and look at him. “I promise I'll tell you. This changes nothing between us. I want this.”
He nods, and suddenly you feel his fingers sliding through your folds, teasing and feeling just how wet you are. You whine and try to buck your hips again for friction, he pushes your hips down again and says a firm, “No.”
You immediately go still. Chris has never used the tone of voice with you before, and you'd be lying if you said it didn't turn you on. He smiles and can feel how just the simple word made you even wetter, he slowly slides his middle finger into you. Your eyes close in pleasure, and you let out a soft moan.
“There you go. Just take what I'm giving you. So good for me. Want another finger?” Chris coos as his finger slowly pumps in and out of you.
You gasp and nod fast, your hand gripping his forearm from the sensation. Just as fast as you nod, his ring finger joins his middle one, stretching you out slowly. You close your eyes and moan, hips gently rocking with the pace he sets. Chris places soft kisses on your lips.
“F-fuck. So good. Jesus.” You whimper.
“God. You're so wet, you're clenching around me so well. Like when I finger you, dont you? Tell me I'm the only one who gets these pretty moans out of that mouth.” He commands softly, watching as you clench around his fingers and move your hips with his rhythm.
Your nails dig into his forearm; he gasps at the feeling. He quickens his pace as a result. You moan, “You are the only one. Fuck. Just like that.”
Chris smirks and keeps going. You can feel that edge building, wet sounds fill the room, you whimper, and he can tell you're close. You look at him with a dazed look, and suddenly he stops. You whine and glare, “Why?”
“If you're going to cum, it's going to be on my cock. And only on my cock. Got it?” He says, looking for his jeans on the floor. He grabs them and pulls a condom out, ripping it open and sliding it onto his length. He gives a dorky smile. You know something ridiculous is coming out of his mouth.
“Gotta wrap it before I tap it. You feel me?”
You snort and cover your face. “Jesus Christ, Chris. You're lucky I'm used to your dumb humor and not some random chick.”
He comes back to hover over you. He gently pries your hands away from your face, giving you a soft kiss. You melt into it and kiss him back. This one is different; it's gentle and caring. Something that would throw you off if you didn't know who Chris was.
“Last time. You sure?” Chris asks softly.
You smile and nod. You peck his lips one more time, and he smiles and grabs your legs, spreading you open again. He grabs his cock and just slides it between your folds, not pushing in, just teasing and moving the wetness around. You whimper and arch against him, pulling a soft laugh from his lips. Chris’s hands softly push them down, and then he rubs his tip against your clit and moans at the same time you do.
“Shit. I still can't get over how wet you are. So fucking beautiful like this. Can't wait to see you take me.” He mumbles as he presses soft kisses into your neck, continuing to rub his tip against you.
“Please.” You beg softly, eyes looking right into his.
He nods fast, guiding himself to where he should be. He kisses you quickly on the forehead, then slowly pushes in. You grip his shoulders and moan softly, burying your face into his neck. He gets about halfway, then stops. Chris looks at you, then he bends down, pulls your bra down to expose a nipple, and softly takes it into his mouth. He gives it soft licks and pulls, gently biting it in between. You whine as he does so, your nails going down his back, causing him to hiss quietly.
He pulls his mouth away and whispers, “Look at you. Taking my cock so well, you're so warm and tight. Feels fucking amazing. Ready to take more?”
You moan and nod. “Yes. God, yes.”
He pushes in more, kissing your ear and talking. “That's it. Take it, baby. There you go. Almost all the way in. You're being so fucking perfect, stretching around me like this.”
Chris’s words are stuttered and breathy as he feels you wrap around him, and you’re clenching as he goes deeper. He finally bottoms out and just stays still as you both adjust to the feeling. He looks at you for a moment, shocked that he's actually doing this with his best friend. But then he smiles and kisses you quickly. “You okay? Can I start moving?”
“Yeah. I'm okay, you can move.”
Chris starts off with gentle, light thrusts just to set the mood and really make sure you are ok. You let out soft pants as he does so, each one bringing a smile to his face. You can feel how wet you are, and he finds it so hot how you are just soaking his cock as he fucks you.
“Gonna move faster, alright? Shit. Have to.” Chris groans, his hips picking up speed. He grabs your leg and wraps it around his waist. The new position causes him to sink deeper, and he lets out a loud moan. His hips snap more aggressively than before, chasing a feeling that you're all too familiar with.
“Ma, you feel…. shit, you feel so good. Could fuck you all night.” Chris groans into your neck as he moves.
“C-chris… fuck. Your cock feels so good.” You moan lightly. Those words alone make him move faster.
He looks at you and brings a hand to your neck. You gasp as he chokes you, shocked that he was even into it. He smirks and gives you a dark and hot look. He bends down and pulls your bottom lip into his mouth, sucking on it harshly. His hand tightens slightly around your neck. You whimper.
“Fucking take it. Jesus. Look at you, taking my cock while being choked. Such a good girl.” He moans as he kisses me. His tongue tangling with mine, it's messy and filthy. You both fight for dominance, but in the end, you let him have control.
“S’close. Need to cum. Fuck.” Chris actually whines. He lets go of your throat, grabs your legs, and lifts them, placing your ankles on his shoulders. The feeling is deeper, and you feel tighter around him.
You moan loudly as he hits the right spot. He smirks, and that's all he can focus on. He brings his cock all the way out to just the tip being inside before slamming back in and hitting it just right. You buck your hips and grip his forearms, nails digging into the skin. He hisses and fucks you even faster.
“Shit. Chris. I'm gonna…… I can't…… oh my god..” you whine, trying to find the words that you're close. He smiles and keeps going.
“Cum, [Y/N]. Let me feel you all over my dick. Show me how good I'm making you feel, baby.” He commands, his thumb now finding your clit and rubbing tight circles with his thrusts.
The feeling is too strong. The coiling in your stomach tightens, you look right at Chris and gasp as you clench around him. You let go, white hot flashes filling your eyes, your body shaking slightly as the orgasm moves through you. Chris’s eyes never leave you, his mouth open slightly as he watches you cum. His hips snap forward, now chasing his own release.
“Gonna cum. Fuck.” Chris’s whole body tenses, his forehead falls against yours as he moans your name, filling the condom.
Instead of pulling away, he places quick kisses all over your face. You giggle and swat him away. “Quit that.”
He laughs softly and places your legs back on the bed. He pulls out, walks to the trash can, and disposes of the used condom. When he gets to you, he grabs your hand and pulls you up. You're both standing there naked, unsure of what to say. You let out a laugh at the awkwardness.
“That was fun.” You say softly.
“Yeah… fun,” Chris says quietly. His eyes are soft, and he’s just looking at you.
You freeze and stare, and it's at that moment you know things are different. This is no longer just best friends helping each other; you've crossed a line. You swallow and grab your clothes, quietly putting them on as Chris finally does the same. Once dressed, he walks over to you and pushes some hair behind your ear.
“This changed things, didn't it?” He whispers.
You nod. “Yeah. I think it did.”
You both stand there as the party continues downstairs, silently trying to figure out what happens now.
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