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been gatekeeping this gif for a month…
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MATT STURNIOLO
riding matt at the cabin he took you to
matt kissing your lips (not the ones on your face)
matt showing you who’s in charge
sub!matt letting you take his virginity
you and matt when his brothers aren’t home
matt eating you out
sex with matt
beard matt eating
matt’s favourite position
matt eating you out 2
beard matt fucking you when he’s mad
CHRIS STURNIOLO
chris eating you out
fucking chris after a long night out
chris eating you out 2
chris fucking you whilst his brothers sleep
chris eating you out 3
chris spanking you after you were being rude
chris hasn’t seen you in weeks
chris eating you out 4
chris fucking you in a headlock
chris eating you out 5
𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐇𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐌𝐄
you and chris have always hated each other. but who knew hate sex would feel so good?
warnings ︖ hate sex insulting during sex porn w/ plot names like “bitch” rough, car sex chris becomes more bearable
𝐓𝐇𝐄 party was already loud by the time you got there. music shook through the floorboards hard enough to rattle the cheap framed pictures hanging crooked on the walls, bodies packed shoulder-to-shoulder in humid rooms smelling like vodka and smoke and somebody’s vanilla perfume. katie was halfway through her drink before you’d even gotten through the front door.
“you’re late.”
“you texted me twelve minutes ago.”
“and yet.”
you rolled your eyes, tugging your jacket tighter around yourself as people shoved past. somewhere upstairs, someone screamed loud enough to make you flinch. “oh, great,” katie muttered. you didn’t even have to turn around. chris.
you knew his footsteps in the same way people recognized songs they hated from the first note alone. he brushed past your shoulder on purpose, not enough to move you, just enough to annoy you. “didn’t know they were letting just anyone in now,” he said casually.
you looked at him slowly. black hoodie, backwards cap, that same irritatingly calm expression like he existed purely to test your patience. “you came, didn’t you?” nick barked out a laugh from somewhere behind him.
“ohhh, there she is.” matt sighed immediately. “can we not start?”
“we didn’t,” you said at the same time chris said, “she did.” nick pointed between you both dramatically. “that. that’s exactly the shit i’m talking about.”
chris grabbed a beer from the counter without looking away from you. “you talk about me a lot for someone who supposedly hates me.” you scoffed. “trust me, christopher, if i talked about you as much as you think i do, i’d have killed myself by now.”
nick nearly folded over laughing. matt muttered, “jesus christ.”chris just smirked. that smug, awful smirk that made you want to throw your drink at him. “you practiced that one in the mirror?”
“actually, yeah,” you said. “katie held cue cards.” katie raised her hand solemnly. “it’s true.” nick wiped at his eyes dramatically. “you guys are literally divorced.”
“we’d have to like each other first,” you snapped. something flickered across chris’s face. brief. gone too quickly to name. then he took a sip from his beer and leaned casually against the counter.
“you’re in a good mood tonight.”
“i usually am before you show up.”
“ouch,” nick whispered. matt grabbed his shoulder. “come on.”
“no, no, hold on,” nick said excitedly. “i wanna see where this goes.”
“you need hobbies,” you told him. “i have hobbies. this is one of them.” chris snorted quietly into his drink. you hated that sound too.
an hour later, you were sitting cross-legged on the arm of somebody’s couch while katie talked about one of her classes, only half listening because chris was across the room. again. always somehow across the room.
talking to some girl with curled hair and glossy lips perched against the kitchen counter. she laughed too hard at something he said, touching his arm like she already knew him. you looked away immediately. katie noticed.
“oh my god.”
“what?”
“you’re staring.”
“i literally wasn’t.”
“you literally were.” you grabbed your drink defensively. “i was looking at the kitchen.”
“the kitchen with chris in it?” you glared at her. katie leaned closer. “you know what i think?”
“no.”
“i think you two wanna kill each other sexually.” you nearly choked. “oh my god, shut up.”
“i’m serious.”
“that’s genuinely the worst thing you’ve ever said to me.” katie grinned into her cup.
across the room, chris looked over suddenly. your eyes met for half a second. then his gaze dropped deliberately to the guy sitting beside you. a guy who’d been flirting with you for the past ten minutes. you saw the exact moment chris’s jaw tightened. and because you were a horrible person, you leaned closer to the guy beside you. just enough.
the guy smiled immediately, encouraged. chris looked away first. satisfaction curled warm and ugly in your chest. katie stared at you. “oh, you’re insane.”
“shut up.”
“no, seriously. this is becoming psychological warfare.”
by midnight, you were tipsy enough to feel reckless.
the guy beside you (evan? ethan? something aggressively forgettable) had his hand resting against your knee while he talked. you barely heard him.
because chris had walked back into the room with the same girl from earlier. and this time her hand was tucked into his back pocket. your stomach twisted violently. pathetic. actually pathetic. katie saw your expression and physically cringed. “oh no.”
“what?”
“you care.”
“i do not.”
“you look like you’re about to commit a felony.”
before you could answer, chris looked directly at you. then, without breaking eye contact;
he kissed the girl. not sweetly. deliberately. your face went hot instantly. “oh, fuck him,” you muttered. katie blinked. “i think that’s what he wants, actually.” you stood up so fast your drink nearly spilled.
“where are you going?”
“to get another drink.”
“you hate beer.”
“i’ll learn.”
you shoved through the crowded kitchen, shoulder-checking chris hard enough to make the girl stumble. “watch it,” he said sharply. you turned. “sorry. didn’t realize diseases could stand upright now.” the girl looked horrified. nick, from the hallway: “oh my god.” chris laughed once in disbelief. “you’re unbelievable.”
“and yet you keep looking at me.” that hit. you saw it land. the girl awkwardly excused herself almost immediately. smart woman. chris stared at you after she left, expression darker now.
“you ever think maybe the reason nobody dates you for long is because you’re fucking exhausting?” the words hit harder than they should have. your face changed before you could stop it. chris noticed immediately. and for one second he looked guilty. then your anger came rushing back twice as hard.
“you know what?” you said quietly. “at least people date me because they actually like me. not because they think you’re hot enough to compensate for your personality.” nick actually covered his mouth. matt muttered, “jesus fucking christ.” chris stepped closer.
“careful.”
“or what?”
the kitchen had gone quieter around you both now. not silent. just that subtle shift where people realized something real was happening. chris’s voice lowered. “you don’t wanna do this tonight.” you laughed sharply. “you think i’m scared of you?”
“no,” he said. “i think you like this too much.” something ugly twisted in your chest. because maybe he was right. and you hated that he knew it.
you shoved past him hard enough to knock his shoulder. “move.” chris caught your wrist before you got two feet. instantly, the room stilled. not dramatically. just enough. your pulse jumped violently. “let go,” you said.
his fingers loosened immediately. but neither of you moved. nick looked between you both slowly. “…okay, now this is getting weird.” matt grabbed his beer. “i’m leaving before one of them commits manslaughter.”
you yanked your arm back and stormed toward the front door before chris could say another word. cold air hit your face hard outside. your heartbeat still felt uneven. you barely made it down the porch steps before the door slammed open behind you.
of course. “seriously?” you snapped without turning around. “you gonna cry because i hurt your feelings?” you spun around instantly. “fuck you.” chris laughed humorlessly. “there she is.” rain had started lightly, cold droplets catching in his hair and the collar of his hoodie.
“you think everything’s a joke,” you said. “and you think everything’s about you.”
“oh my god, you are such an asshole.”
“you’re the one who started acting insane because i kissed somebody.” you stared at him. then laughed once, disbelieving.
“you are unbelievably self-absorbed.”
“you were staring at me all night.”
“you were staring at me first.”
“that’s because you were draped all over that guy like you were auditioning for a frat party porno.” your mouth fell open. “oh, okay, so you were jealous.” chris stepped closer immediately. “i was not jealous.”
“right,” you said. “and i’m the fucking pope.” rain dampened your sleeves now, cold against your skin. chris looked angry. not normal-annoyed angry. something tighter. meaner. “you know what your problem is?” he said. you laughed sharply. “please enlighten me.”
“you need attention from every person in the room or you start losing your mind.” the words landed exactly where he intended them to. you felt it. and because you were furious, you suddenly wanted to hurt him back just as badly. you stepped closer too.
“at least i can admit i want attention,” you said quietly. “you act like you’re above everybody else because you’re terrified people might realize you actually care.” chris’s jaw tightened. “there’s nothing about you worth caring about.” that should’ve ended it. honestly, it should have.
instead your chest tightened painfully. because he sounded like he meant it. the rain came down harder now. you should leave. you knew you should. instead you said, “then why are you out here?” silence. chris looked at you for a long moment. water dripped from the edge of his cap.
“you look at me like you wanna kill me.” your heartbeat stuttered. “maybe i do.” his eyes dropped briefly to your mouth. “that’s not what it looks like.” and suddenly the air felt wrong. too close. too warm despite the rain.
you hated him. actually hated him. but you knew exactly how his hands felt around your wrist now. you knew the shape of his mouth when he got angry. you knew every look he made before he spoke. something shifted between you both. dangerous. stupid.
chris kissed you like he was trying to win something. rough. immediate. angry enough to make your pulse spike. you kissed him back just as hard. like a fucking idiot.
you grabbed his hoodie, pulling him closer instead of pushing away. rain soaked through your clothes, cold against your skin, but his mouth was hot and relentless, and you matched him kiss for kiss, bite for bite, like you could punish each other into forgetting every other person who'd ever touched either of you. but god, you hated him. you hated his cocky demeanor, his stupid face. everything about him.
he gripped your jaw, tilting your face up to kiss you deeper, like he knew exactly how much you hated him. like he enjoyed it. his other hand gripped your hip, pulling you flush against him, and you hated him even more when you felt how hard he was already.
you both pulled back and looked at each other for a second, before wordlessly tumbling into his car. you fumbled with the door handle, laughing breathlessly as the rain soaked your hair. he shoved you inside first, then leaned over you to shut the door, hands braced on either side of your head. his eyes were dark, lips swollen, shirt clinging to his chest. neither of you said a word. you just pulled him down on top of you.
his weight pressed you back against the seat, one hand tangling in your wet hair while the other gripped your thigh and pulled it up around his hip. he kissed you aggressively, like he was trying to devour you. His voice was rough against your mouth when he finally spoke. "this changes nothing," he growled, his hand sliding under your soaked shirt, rough and possessive. "you’re still exhausting."
"that’s fine," you snapped back, yanking his hoodie up. "you’re still an asshole." neither of you were looking at each other now, just tearing at clothes in the dark, soaked and furious, using each other.
he bit down hard on your neck, making you gasp, his fingers digging into your hip hard enough to bruise. "shut the fuck up," he muttered against your skin, shoving your skirt up impatiently. "only doing this because you're annoying."
"only doing this because you're desperate," you shot back, ripping his belt buckle open with trembling, wet hands.
he choked out a laugh, breath hot against your throat, the sound so close to genuine amusement that it pissed you off even more. he pulled back, grabbing your chin roughly and making you meet his eyes. "hate you," he said, not moving, just holding you there, rainwater dripping from his hair onto your face.
"same,"
then his head disappeared under your soaked shirt and his mouth closed over your breast, sucking hard enough to leave a mark. you arched against him, nails scraping down his back, not caring if you left welts. this wasn't about pleasure.
he unzipped his pants fast, not bothering to pull them down, just shoving fabric aside.
"don't fucking expect anything nice," he warned, his voice rough and breathless. he lined himself up and shoved in, not giving you a chance to adjust, forcing a choked gasp from your throat. you dug your heels into his lower back, raking your nails down his shoulders, biting back a whimper.
"i wouldn't dream of it,"
he moved hard and fast, no rhythm, just furious, angry thrusts that had the car rocking slightly. each one drove a choked sound from your throat that you tried desperately to swallow. his hand fisted in your hair, pulling your head back, exposing your throat where he bit down again. "you started this," he grunted against your skin.
"you escalated it," you gasped, your hands gripping his shoulders hard enough to leave crescent-shaped indents in his skin. the angle was brutal, the seat handle digging into your spine, but you didn't tell him to stop. you urged him on, meeting his anger with your own, hips bucking up to take him deeper. "fuck you."
"i’m trying to,"
he pulled out abruptly, making you whimper at the sudden emptiness, before slamming back in with brutal force. "fucking bitch," he muttered, his hand leaving your hair to wrap around your throat, applying gentle pressure. his eyes met yours, both of you breathing heavily, faces inches apart.
"asshole," you choked out, tilting your head back to give him better access to your throat. your legs wrapped tighter around his waist, heels digging into his lower back. you hated him. you hated this. you hated how good it felt.
he squeezed your throat just enough to make your vision blur, his hips snapping into yours ruthlessly. "still hate me?" he taunted, his breath ragged against your mouth. he didn't wait for an answer, hitting a spot that made your back bow off the seat, forcing a broken moan from your lips. "fucking answer me."
"yes,"
"still an asshole?" he challenged, his thumb pressing hard against your pulse point where it was racing. his voice dropped lower, almost... gentle. almost. "even when i'm fucking you so good you're seeing stars?" he thrust deep and rolled his hips, grinding against a sensitive spot.
"especially then," you managed to gasp, your nails raking down his back hard enough to draw blood. "you're insufferable." your eyes rolled back, body betraying you as he hit that spot again, pleasure exploding so sharp it bordered on pain. "don't stop- don't you fucking dare stop."
"wouldn't dream of it," he mocked, his grip on your throat loosening just slightly, but his other hand moved down to your hip, fingers digging into your skin as he used you mercilessly. the car creaked, seatbelt dangling, both of you soaked and swearing at each other between rough, punishing thrusts.
he felt you clench around him and slowed, pulling out almost all the way before shoving back in deep. "not yet," he said low against your ear, his voice thick with lust. "you don't get to come until i tell you to."
"you—" you started, but a particularly hard thrust stole the words from your mouth.
he laughed, the sound vibrating through his chest against yours. "what? you were going to argue?" he snapped his hips forward again, over and over, relentless. "thought so." your walls clenched around him, your whole body trembling, desperate and furious and so close. "chris—"
"shut up," he commanded, his voice rough and unyielding. he sped up, his movements becoming almost violent as he chased his own release. "don’t fucking say my name like that."
“you’re—“ another brutal thrust cut you off. “you're coming first,” he warned, his thumb pressing hard against your clit, rubbing in rough circles. it wasn't gentle or tender, it was designed to overwhelm you completely. “and you're going to come on this cock.” you threw your head back, a sobbing moan escaping you as he worked you relentlessly.
you vision went white, your body locking up as the orgasm tore through you violently. you nearly screamed his name, your back arching off the seat, legs shaking uncontrollably around his waist. he didn't stop, fucking you through it.
“thaaaat’s it,” he gritted out, his rhythm faltering. “fucking take it.”
"fuck, you're beautiful." he groaned, his face contorting as he finally let go, coming deep inside you with a string of curses. his hips jerked erratically, burying himself as deep as possible as he rode out his orgasm. he collapsed against you, both of you soaked, sweating, and struggling to catch your breath. for a long moment, the only sounds were the rain drumming on the roof of the car and your ragged gasps for air. he dropped his forehead against your shoulder.
he stayed like that for a moment, not moving, not speaking. then he slowly pulled out, a shiver running through your body at the sudden emptiness. he looked down at you, his expression unreadable. he leaned down, pressing a rough kiss to your lips before pulling away. "don’t hate me too much," he murmured against your mouth, his voice softer than before.
he shifted back onto his own seat, adjusting his wet clothes with a grimace. the silence between you was heavy, charged with everything that had just happened. you were still breathing hard, legs trembling slightly as you sat there, feeling his release drip out of you. he cleared his throat, breaking the tense silence. "that was..." he trailed off, running a hand through his hair. "fuck." he glanced over at you, taking in your flushed skin, disheveled hair, and rumpled clothes.
"you okay?" he asked, his tone surprisingly gentle. he reached over and grabbed a towel from the backseat, handing it to you without meeting your eyes. you took it silently, using it to clean up between your legs before wiping down your arms and face. the rain was still pouring outside.
he watched you silently, his expression thoughtful. "we’re not gonna talk about that, are we?" he asked softly, already knowing the answer. you shook your head silently. he nodded, understanding. "alright." he dropped the subject, pulling back on his seatbelt carefully. "you hungry?"
you didn’t answer for a second, but then you nodded. “katie might be wondering where i am, though.” you said quietly, throat burning.
he nodded, starting the car back up. "i'll drive you home. we'll grab some food on the way." he didn't press for more, for which you were grateful. the rest of the drive was mostly silent, only the sound of the rain and the radio playing some forgotten song. when he pulled up to your house, he handed you a bag of food he'd grabbed.
"tell katie i said hi," he said as you reached for the door handle. you paused, looking back at him over your shoulder. his expression was carefully neutral, giving nothing away about what had just happened between you two in the backseat of his car.
"i will," you said softly before getting out, the rain immediately soaking your hair and clothes. you stood there for a moment, watching as he drove away before turning and walking into the house. katie was in the kitchen, eating a bowl of ice cream. she looked up as you entered.
"where have you been?" she asked, her spoon pausing halfway to her mouth. "you're soaked." her gaze raked over you critically, taking in your damp hair, rumpled clothes, and the bag of food in your hand. something in her expression shifted, a knowing look entering her eyes.
"i was with chris," you admitted quietly, shutting the door behind you and leaning against it. katie's spoon clattered into her bowl at the mention of his name. "and before you ask," you said, holding up a hand to forestall any immediate questions, "no." you paused.
"i’m not talking about it." you walked past her into the living room, heading for the stairs. "i'm going to shower. food's in the bag." she sat there, stunned, watching you go. from the kitchen, you heard her murmur something under her breath that sounded suspiciously like, "holy shit."
𝐃𝐘𝐋𝐀𝐍'𝐒 𝐓𝐈𝐃𝐁𝐈𝐓𝐒: wait this kinda make me sad
kiss it better—c.s.
✧ bsf chris!, friends to lovers, dom!chris, teasing, clit stimulation, unprotected sex
✧ summary: you're sexually frustrated after months without sex and during a seemingly innocent hangout with chris, tensions and casual touches escalate until he offers to "help you out," finally satisfying your needs.
✧ word count: 2.3k
✧ authors note: i need to go to horny jail bc why have i been writing nonstop. also sue me im a sucker for friends to lovers. (also also if u saw this posted earlier no u didnt that was an accident.)
it's been three months. three long months since your last hookup, and your body was making you pay for it. you felt exposed, every casual touch from a stranger felt like a jolt. it was hell.
so when chris texted you, "come over? we can chill. i'm tired," you almost cried with relief. you needed the comfort, the platonic intimacy, the distraction from the constant arousal that had become your every day.
he answers the door in gray sweatpants and a worn out band tee, looking soft and domestic and completely harmless.
you hand him the takeout you brought, and he grins, pulling you into a quick, one armed hug.
"missed you," he says, his voice warm in your ear. it's a normal thing to say, but it sends a shiver down your spine.
you settle on the couch, a decent amount of space between you. he puts on some dumb action movie you've both seen a dozen times and you dig into the food.
for a while, it's fine. it's normal. you're laughing, yelling at the screen, arguing about which character has the most ridiculous death scene.
but then he leans forward to grab the remote, and his arm brushes against your breast. it's nothing. a quick touch. but your entire body reacts. you feel your nipples stiffen instantly, a familiar heat pooling in your gut. you shift, pressing your thighs together under the blanket you'd pulled over your lap.
he flops back against the cushions, slinging his arm up along the back of the sofa behind you. "god, i'm exhausted," he sighs, letting his head fall back.
you can see the pulse ticking in his neck and the way his shirt's pulled tight across his chest. he's just laid out for you like that, all long and tall and unfairly hot.
"long week?" you ask, trying to keep your voice steady.
"you have no idea." his eyes are closed. he looks vulnerable. "just… wanna relax."
you nod, then hesitate. "scoot down a bit."
he cracks an eye open. "why?"
"just… come here." you pat the space between your legs. "you look like you're about to fall over."
he considers it for a second, then shrugs, shifting so he's lying with his cheek against your chest, you wrap your arms around his back, pulling the blanket up over both of you.
it's better. it's worse. the solid weight of him against you is comforting, but it's also igniting every frustrated cell in your body. you can feel the warmth of his skin through his t-shirt, the steady rise and fall of his breathing.
you can smell his shampoo, something clean and woodsy. your fingers start to twitch against his back, itching to tangle in his hair.
this is chris. your chris. your best friend. get a fucking grip.
you try to focus on the movie. you really do. but then he shifts, settling in deeper, and he presses right against your core. a tiny, involuntary gasp escapes your lips. you freeze, hoping he didn't hear.
he didn't seem to. but a few minutes later, he does it again, a subtle roll of his hips as he gets comfortable. it's innocent. it means nothing. but to your desperate body, it does.
you can feel yourself getting wet, a slick warmth spreading between your thighs. you press them together harder, a useless attempt to calm down the ache.
"you okay?" he murmurs, his voice a low rumble against your chest. "you're all tense."
"fine," you squeak. "just… cold."
he hums, a low, skeptical sound.
his hand comes up to cover yours where it's resting on his side.
"your hands are freezing," he says, rubbing his thumb over your fingers.
"told you," you manage, your voice tight.
he chuckles, a soft, breathy sound that vibrates right through you. he brings your intertwined hands up to his mouth, blowing warm air onto your fingers.
it's an act of simple kindness, but his lips are so close to your skin, and all you can think about is them somewhere else.
"better?" he asks, his eyes still closed.
"mhm," you lie. you're burning up.
the movie ends, and the menu screen starts looping, the annoying theme music filling the silence.
neither of you moves to turn it off. the air in the room feels thick, heavy.
then, he shifts again. it's not subtle this time. it's a deliberate, slow roll of his hips against you. and you feel it. the hard, thick line of his cock pressing firmly against you.
your entire body goes rigid. your breath catches in your throat. he's hard. he's hard, and he's pressed against you, and he knows.
"chris?" your voice is barely a whisper.
he doesn't answer. he just does it again, a slower, more deliberate grind. a low groan rumbles in his chest, a sound you feel more than hear.
"you're squirming," he says, his voice thick and husky. "have been all night."
you can't deny it.
"i…"
"shhh," he murmurs, finally turning his head to look at you. his eyes are fucked out already, blown wide and black with it, lashes low and heavy like he's halfway to wrecked just from looking at you. "just… feel it."
his hair's all fucked up from the couch, lips parted and pink, and he looks wrecked and hungry and hard, the line of his jaw tight, and you can see his chest rising and falling like he's barely holding himself back.
he rolls his hips again, a perfect, filthy pressure against your clit. a whimper tears from your throat. it's embarrassing, how responsive you are, how little it takes.
"yeah," he breathes, a triumphant smirk playing on his lips. "that's what i thought."
he lets go of your hand, bringing his up to cup your jaw. his thumb strokes your cheek, his touch gentle. "how long has it been?"
you know what he's asking. your face flames with shame. "too long."
"poor thing," he coos, and it should be condescending, but it just sounds hot. "all wound up with no one to help you."
his knee slides between your legs, pressing right up against your soaked leggings. you gasp, your hips jolting forward involuntarily.
"so eager," he murmurs, his lips brushing against your ear. "tell me what you need. let me help you out, baby..."
you shake your head, burying your face in his neck. you can't say it. admitting it out loud would make it real, would cross the boundary you've been clinging to.
he chuckles, a low, dark sound. "no? okay. i'll guess."
his hand slides down your side, over your hip, and comes to rest on your ass, squeezing the flesh through your leggings. you moan, a broken, needy sound.
"need someone to touch you?" he whispers, his other hand coming up to tangle in your hair, tugging your head towards him gently. "need someone to take care of this tight little pussy?"
you can only nod, your eyes squeezed shut.
"look at me," he commands. you force your eyes open. his gaze is intense, boring into you. "i've been right here this whole time. all you had to do was ask."
he leans in, and for a heart stopping second, you think he's going to kiss you.
but he stops, his lips hovering a breath away from yours.
"beg for it," he whispers. "tell me how much you need it."
something inside you snaps. the frustration, the desperation, the weeks of pent up need.
"please," you choke out, the word ragged. "chris, please. i need it. i need you."
that's all he was waiting for. his mouth is on yours, hungry and demanding.
it's a kiss of starvation, his tongue is in your mouth, claiming you, and you kiss him back with equal desperation, your hands gripping his hair, pulling him closer.
his hand slides from your ass around to the front, pushing between your legs. he groans into your mouth when he feels the wetness seeping through your leggings.
"fuck," he pants, breaking the kiss. "you're soaked. god, you really needed this, didn't you?"
he doesn't wait for an answer, just pushes your leggings down, his fingers finding your slick, swollen folds. you cry out, your hips bucking against his hand as he circles your clit.
"so sensitive," he murmurs, watching your face as he slides a finger inside you. "gonna come just from this? just from my fingers?"
you can't form words, just babble his name as he adds a second finger, curling them just right.
his thumb presses against your clit, rubbing in tight, circles as his fingers pump inside you.
you're grinding down on his hand, shameless in your desperation, chasing the release that's been building for months.
"look at you," he breathes, his voice thick with awe and satisfaction. "so fucking beautiful."
you can feel the orgasm building, your thighs starting to shake. "chris…i'm gonna…"
"no," he says, pulling his hand away completely.
the loss is so sudden, you cry out a wounded, frustrated sound. your eyes fly open, glaring at him. "what the fuck?"
he just smirks, a slow curve of his lips. he brings his glistening fingers to his mouth, his eyes locked on yours as he licks them clean (which was hotter than you wanted to admit). "not yet. you don't get to come that easy."
he shifts, kneeling between your legs, taking off his shirt in one smooth motion.
mouth goes dry at the sight of his chest, the lean muscle dusted with hair that trails down into his sweatpants. he hooks his thumbs into the waistband, pausing.
"you want this?" he asks, palming his hard cock through the fabric. it looks thick, heavy, and your whimper in response.
you nod, eyes wide, transfixed by the movement of his hand.
"use your words," he commands, his voice dropping to that low and rumbly tone. "tell me what you want."
you swallow past the lump in your throat. "i want you to fuck me."
"how?" he presses, dragging his sweatpants down just enough to free himself. your breath hitches. he's bigger than you expected, thick and flushed, curving up towards his stomach. he wraps a hand around it, giving it a slow, lazy stroke. "tell me how you want me to fuck you."
"hard," you whisper, then say it louder, with more conviction. "i want you to fuck me hard."
his eyes flash with desire. "that's my girl."
he leans over you, bracing his hands on either side of your head. he doesn't enter you, just lets the head of his cock drag through your wet folds, bumping against your clit. you whimper, lifting your hips, trying to take him in, but he pulls back, teasing you.
"so impatient," he tuts, but he's smiling. "been thinking about this, haven't you? lying in your bed at night, touching yourself, wanting to be fucked like this?"
"yes," you admit, the word a breathy confession. "god, yes."
he lines himself up then, pressing just the tip inside. you gasp at the stretch. he pauses there, torturing you.
"who gets to make you feel like this?" he asks, his voice a low growl.
"you," you moan, trying to push your hips up and take more of him.
"that's right."
with one smooth, powerful thrust, he buries himself in you. you cry out, your back arching off the couch. it's a painfully good stretch, the feeling of being completely full. he stills for a moment, letting you adjust, his forehead pressed against yours.
"fuck," he groans, his voice broken. "so tight. feels like you were made for me."
then he starts to move. it's exactly what you asked for. hard, deep strokes that make you gasp. the couch is creaking with every snap of his hips.
his hands are gripping your thighs, holding you open as he pounds into you, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room.
"this what you needed?" he grunts, his rhythm brutal. "to be fucked like a little slut? is that why you've been so tense?"
you can only moan in response, your hands clutching at his shoulders, your nails digging into his skin. the pleasure is overwhelming.
"chris… please," you beg.
"come on," he pants, his thrusts becoming erratic. "come for me."
he shifts his angle, hitting that spot deep inside you that makes your vision go white.
"that's it, that's it," he groans, fucking you until you're a whimpering, oversensitive mess.
he pulls out suddenly, and you whine at the loss. he flips you over with surprising strength, maneuvering you onto your hands and knees. he grabs your hips, pulling your ass up in the air, and slides back into you from behind.
the new angle is devastating. he's hitting even deeper now, letting out little grunts with every thrust. one of his hands leaves your hip to tangle in your hair, pulling your head back.
"look at me," he commands, his voice rough. you twist, looking back at him over your shoulder. his face is flushed, his eyes dark. "who's fucking you this good?"
"you are," you gasp, his grip on your hair tightening just enough to send a jolt of pleasure-pain down your spine. "you're fucking me so good."
"damn right i am," he grunts, his rhythm faltering. "gonna fill this little pussy up. you want that? want me to come inside you?"
"yes," you sob, pushing back against him, meeting him thrust for thrust. "please, chris. come in me."
with a final, brutal thrust, he buries himself deep and stills. you feel him pulse inside you, a warm flood filling you up as he groans your name, his body shuddering with the force of his release.
he collapses against your back, his weight pinning you to the couch cushions, both of you breathing heavily in the sudden silence. for a long moment, neither of you move.
finally, he presses a soft kiss to your shoulder.
"so," he murmurs, his voice muffled against your skin. "still tense?"
₊ ݁⟡⋆˚𝜗𝜚 𝒫!ℒ𝒾𝓃𝓀𝓈 𝜗𝜚˚⋆⟡ ݁₊
🔞 Mature Content Ahead! 🔞
-> 𝘍𝘸𝘣!𝘔𝘢𝘵𝘵 ⟡ ݁₊
-On all fours for you
-You haven’t seen each other in a week
-My eyes only (Matt’s phone)📱
-way too intimate to be just casual
-Way too intimate to be just casual (2)
-Matt the munch
-Backseat of his car
-He drags you out of the party to fuck you in the bathroom
-Teasing you
-My eyes only (Matt’s phone 2) 📱
-Come over, I’m horny (sending him a video) 📱
-Fuck the stress out of me
-Right after you ask him to stay a little longer
-Dripping
-He does it so good
-> 𝘋𝘢𝘥!𝘔𝘢𝘵𝘵 ⟡ ݁₊
-Taking a bath after putting the kids to bed
-Late night sex
-Home alone
-Slow quiet strokes while the kids are napping
-After a stressful day he makes it up to you (Dad!Matt’s a munch)
-Taking it out on you
-Camping (Anniversary trip)
-It’s been a while so he’s not wasting time
-After date night
-Sitting on his face
-wifey Material
-From the side
-Titty sucking
-Before his meeting
⟡ℬℴ𝓃𝓊𝓈 -> 𝘊𝘩𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘬 1 & 2⟡ ݁₊
A/N: If you’re a minor and still chose to interact with this, that decision is yours. I can’t control who interacts with my posts, but it is my responsibility to give a proper warning, which I made sure to include at the top of the post :) Also, if you’re on my taglist and you’ve stated that you’re underage in your bio, you were not tagged in this post because it contains visual graphic content. I’m not saying no one watches porn, but just in case… you’ll still get tagged in my other posts, so don’t worry 🤍
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bestfriend!chris bends you over the counter
Your families kitchen island was cold against your forearms, but yet every single part of your body was buzzing with overwhelmingly hot pleasure. Chris stood behind you, dick pressing against your cervix as his hips moved at a quick pace, mouth parted in pleasure, trying his best not to smirk as he listened to the genuine sounds that you couldn't help slip past your glossed lips.
"mmmp!" You squeaked, causing chris to look down, tongue gliding along his teeth with a look of pure amusement on his face. "That's it, baby, talk to me," He grunted, large hands moving from your tangled hair to slide down along your back, grinning further when the force of his hand made your back arch.
Your walls clenched around his length, pulsing hotly at how close he was, burried into your pussy where he belonged. His hips stuttered, hissing under his breath. "Y'like that, don't you?" You physically couldn't even respond, fucked dumb on his cock as you dropped your forehead onto the marble counter in front of you. "I'm gonna cum" Your voice was torn apart from the high pitched yelps and gasps Chris was pulling from you.
"Just like that - c'mon mama," Chris groaned, feeling himself close to his own release as he sped up. His hips smacking hard against your ass, eyes falling down before throwing his head back with a groan at the sight in front of him.
"Chris!" You moaned loudly as the first wave of your orgasm torn through your shaking body. As your juices coated his cock, Chris's thrusted forward once, deep and hard as he spilled into your cunt, reaching around your body to circle your clit, riding you through the pleasure.
Your legs shook, struggling to stay upright as your eyes stayed clenched shut, noisy moans now airing into soft whimpers. Chris's hand dropped soon, and you both sat in the silence, other than each other's heavy panting.
first post, yay lmk to be on taglist
𝙼𝙰𝚃𝚃 𝚂𝚃𝚄𝚁𝙽𝙸𝙾𝙻𝙾 ₊˚ෆ 𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖 𝐏!𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐒
smut ღ dividers → @bernardsbendystraws ฅ^._.^ฅ
giving nerd Matt his first orgasm
matt sends you a nut video with sound
tying nerd!matt up for fun <3
taking away Matt’s stress
Matt being a pathetic slut
letting Matt fuck you raw for the first time
when Matt is in control
seriously please bring back dry humping
you’re busy, he’s needy. somehow you made it work
riding Matt while his brothers are downstairs
giving Matt his first handjob
titty sucking
after multiple pleas and begs you finally decide to sit on his face
showing your boy how much you love him
Matt wants to play with you
humiliating Matt on camera
“Don’t put it in! I’m serious” you scolded. “I’m sorry baby it slipped” Matt moaned in pleasure.
“Take a picture it’ll last longer” “how about a video? On your knees baby.”
You’ve pissed Matt off and he’s finally reached his limit
“Let’s go together, you know.. to save water”
“You look so good in that suit baby.”
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