"Four big guys, and they grab on my thighs
Blow up my guts like the Fourth of July"
☞ Masterlist
Warnings: SMUT SMUT SMUT, swearing, sub!reader (like, super sub), top!chris & matt, alcohol being consumed, being passed around (COMPLETELY CONSENSUAL), munch!chris, P IN V, first time anal, jerking off, pervy bitches, 4 big guys
POV: Third person
Summary: Chris and Matt catch their friends eyeing you up...
You feel their eyes trained on you. 4 pairs, two of them the light blue you're so fond of. The other two belonged to guys you'd met only a few times before.
You don't know how it started. A few hours ago, you'd knocked on Chris and Matt's door for your hang out. They swore there would be other girls, but mysteriously all of them cancelled. You're comfortable enough though, and said hi to the other two guys, their longtime friends Alex and Oliver (not the gay one y'all). They were funny and respectful, and so far, the 5 of you had been chilling.
Until now, that is.
Chris and Matt noticed how the other two men's eyes dilated whenever you walked past. How they bit their lips and covered their crotches with throw pillows while you obliviously watched a movie. Usually, they would be throwing them out for even thinking about you like that. But the Bud Lights they've been throwing down like water had snuffed out any protective thoughts they had.
Slowly, the tension had built. And built. Until Chris had made an offhand comment that lead to it snapping. Now, all four of them were focused on you as you slowly pulled your tank off, teasingly. Matt and Chris never thought you'd agree to something so freaky, but here you were. You weren't even buzzed, and you were excited as fuck.
Your pants went next, thrown onto the ground carelessly. Not one of the boys could give less of a fuck where they went. Your eyes move over them. Chris sitting with his legs spread, lightly pressing his growing bulge. Matt trying to look away but failing, eyes flicking back to you. Oliver biting his lip hard. Alex gripping his sweatpants tightly, practically vibrating with excitement.
Chris reaches out first, sitting you down hard on his lap. His lips find your neck.
"You're 100% about this, right?" He mumbles, voice already raspy. You feel a chill run down your back as you nod.
"Y-yes." "Good. If you wanna stop at anytime, just say it."
His hand slide up your spine, and his lips connect with yours as he unclasps your bra. The fabric slides off, leaving you just in your panties. A low gasp echoes around the room from the others, but Chris doesn't pay attention to any of them. His hand start kneading the soft tissue as he pushes you down.
A second later he pulls away to reveal Matt leaning over you, upside down. Chris starts kissing down your body, tongue peeking out to taste the skin. Matt leans down to take over where Chris had left, gently biting down on your lower lip. One of each of their hands is on your tits, squeezing. Chris' face is now right above your drenched panties, the heat of his breath making you needy for more.
His head turns, and the smirk on his face is dangerous.
"C'mon guys, where's your sense of adventure?"
The other two glance at each other before tentatively moving forward, like they were trying not to scare you. Matt moves back, and just as Oliver's face buries into your neck, Chris descends. You hadn't even noticed him taking the lacy fabric off. The moan that leaves your lips stuns everyone into freezing- but only for a second. Then Oliver's back to biting, Matt starts groping your tits harder, and Chris is working magic on your pussy. His tongue swirls harshly on your clit, fingers pushing your folds apart to get deeper.
Matt's fingers are pinching your nipples, thumbs rubbing on the nubs in time with his brother's tongue somehow. (Must be some triplet telepathy shit).
Just as your orgasm's building up, they both pull away. Oliver does after a second too, already looking fucked out. You sit up, confused. Chris smirks and turns to Matt, who smirks back.
"On your hands and knees."
That one command gets you weak. Your arms are already shaking as you situate yourself in the doggy position (Omg cassie howard??). Then you see someone kneel in front of you, hands going to his belt and unbuckling. It's Chris. His cock springs out, already rock hard from tasting you. Now, you weren't gonna lie and say you haven't imagined how it would look, but his thickness and length almost made your head spin. The feeling of someone settling behind you doesn't register as you lick his flushed tip. Chris' eyes shut, head tilting back as you start taking him into your mouth.
"There we go...just like that babe- fuck-"
His dick resting heavily on your tongue was the main reason you couldn't cry out when another one entered from behind. Your eyes roll back, and Chris massages your jaw as you clench up on both ends.
"Just relax baby, be good for Alex and Chris f'me, yea?" Matt whispers, kneeling on the ground next to the couch. Out of the corner of your eye, you can see his hand moving up and down his dick, resulting in how heavily he's breathing. Alex and Chris move forward, burying themselves deep into you at the same time. Their movements make you gag on Chris, who instinctively thrusts forward more.
His dick moves rhythmically in and out of your mouth, while Alex grabs your hips and starts pounding. Chris' hand moves from your jaw to gripping your throat. The saltiness of his precum fills your mouth, and his other hand moves into your hair, gripping it. His thrusts get sloppier, and you hallow out your cheeks the best you can with your pussy getting fucked too.
"Fuck- fuckfuck I'm gonna cum-" Chris orgasms before his sentence finishes. His tangy nut fills your throat suddenly, overflowing past your lips. You swallow the best you can, finally able to breathe once he pulls out.
"Shit- I'm cumming-" Alex quickly exits you before hot ropes of cum land on your back. You feel a deep sense of emptiness, and combined with how edged you feel, tears fill your eyes. Chris coos mockingly, wiping his release off your chin.
"Awww, is she feeling frustrated? Want Matty and Oliver to take care of you?"
You nod desperately, eyes flicking to Matt who's now standing up. His face softens in almost-concern, before turning to Oliver. The two have eagerly been waiting their turns, their huge cocks already out and tips a bright, angry red.
Goddamn, are they all built by Greek gods or some shit?
This time, Matt sits down sideways on the couch and pulls you onto his lap. Your forehead rests against his shoulder, already tired but still needy. You can feel his tip nudging your belly button, but he isn't adjusting yet. You whine, lightly pulling on his hair.
"Hurry up- please- i can't-"
Matt chuckles, hand smoothing over the dry parts of your back. Alex had definitely shot a load.
"Wait baby, we need to ask you something first. Have you ever... taken it up the ass? Do you wanna try?"
His question eases the cloudiness in your mind for a second. Up the ass? What? You'd never really wanted to, but something about the already crazy situation was lowering your inhibitions more. You shake your head, then murmur just to him.
"No, but I wanna try..."
Matt nods, then whispers something to one of the other guys. Someone goes down the hall to Matt's room. (I'm gonna miss the old house chat). You don't really notice nor care, you just wanted his huge, throbbing dick in you now.
After a few agonising moments that feel like years, Matt finally, finally lifts you a little so he can line himself up. As soon as he lowers you down, the stretch and sting of him make your already tired body practically boneless. The whimper that leaves your throat is pitiful, and Chris tuts sarcastically.
"C'mon babe, weren't you the one all excited to get fucked by us? Where's that cockiness gone now, huh? To fucked out already to act tough?"
His words hurt so good. Cause when Chris and Matt had broached the idea, you'd been more than willing to go through with it, acting like you'd been controlling everyone in the room. But from the second Chris put his cock in your mouth, you knew you weren't in charge.
Matt starts slowing bouncing you on his dick, lightly brushing against everywhere that felt good. You hadn't really concentrated on the feeling of Alex when Chris was in your throat, but now that Matt was soloing, you realised just how wrecked your pussy already was. This time, you do feel someone sit down behind you. And then you realise why Matt asked that question. Matt notices how you tense up, and his hand starts scratching the back of your head.
"You ok with this baby? Me and Oliver are gonna take really good care of you."
All you can do is nod. A hand- Oliver's- spreads your cheeks apart. You heart a lid opening, then a cool liquid is spread around your asshole. Lube. Matt reaches down to start rubbing light circles onto your puffy clit, and Oliver's middle and ring finger start pushing into your virgin hole slowly.
You cry out, gripping Matt while being opened up from the back for the first time. It stung like a bitch, but Oliver's careful and expert touch turned the pain into pleasure. Your body's regained the energy to start grinding on Matt dick and against Oliver's fingers, needing to be filled completely.
"Ready- I'm ready- fuck me please"
A low whistle escapes someone, but you don't know who. All you can focus on is how Oliver lines up behind you, and pushes his cock into your hole, replacing his fingers.
Holy. Fucking. Shit.
You've never felt so full in your life. The dual stimulation- from Matt in your sopping wet cunt and Oliver in your tight asshole- was driving you insane quickly. The fact that they weren't moving was almost enough to make you cry.
"Fucking MOVE, PLEASE-"
The men share a nod, and pull away. Then they both slam in at the same time, and Matt holds you down by the hips. Stars explode in your vision, mouth opening wide to let out a profound moan. You were feeling things you never thought you could. Oliver grunts at the tightness, while Matt's brushing your hair away from your sweaty face and whispering quiet reassurances that don't reach your fucked out brain.
You're practically in heaven. They start alternating strokes, Matt pulling out while Oliver buries in, then Oliver sliding out and Matt thrusting up into your velvety walls. They keep up a fast pace, the slick sounds of precum, lube and your core melding with their grunts and low sounds of pleasure. You realise Chris and Alex are groaning too, and peek to see their once again hard cocks being crushed in their grips, hands furiously moving up and down while they watch with lidded eyes.
Your eyes squeeze shut as Matt's mouth attaches to your peaked nipples, and Oliver starts attacking the back of your neck. You were pliant in their grips, letting them fuck up into you and bite your skin like wild dogs. Matt's rough hands push you up and down on their members, their hips meeting yours with rough thrusts. Matt's voice is low in your ear, much like Chris' had been at the start of all this.
"You're doing so well baby. Taking us both- fuck- you got all of us so fucked up, y'know that? God, I've wanted you like this for so fucking long, you don't even know-"
The tension was building in your stomach again, threatening to overtake you completely. Matt's teeth pinch your nipple, his hand lavishing the other tit with squeezes and pinches. Oliver rubs up and down your thighs, speeding up and getting sloppy with his moves. Matt groans. They're both close, you could feel their balls drawing up. Oliver reaches around and pinches your clit, and your orgasm rips a scream from your throat.
Your walls squeezing Matt triggers his own release, cum shooting into your pussy so hard it makes you dizzy. Oliver thrusts up one last time and finishes too, painting your walls white.
You hear two other moans from the sofa across, but your brain's too foggy to process anything. Oliver slowly pulls out, and Matt takes you off his softening dick with a lewd 'pop'. He gently sets you down, kissing all over your face and checking up on you. Everyone's still for a moment, ragged breaths filling the room. You're all spent, the event having taken a clear toll on the 5.
There's movement as Matt lifts you up and walks you to his bathroom. Chris is following with your clothes, while Oliver and Alex start cleaning up the now damp couch. Chris shuts the door, and turns on the tap to draw a bath.
"You want it warm babe?" He asks softly, his previous vigour replaced with something softer. You nod, holding yourself up on Matt. They both giggle at your exhaustion. Despite feeling kinda bad, Chris can't stop the arrogance that comes through his words.
"Damn, we did a number on you huh? Didn't think you were the type to get so freaky."
You cast a weak glare at him and burrow your face into Matt's shirt. It's only now you realise all four of them were covered from the waist-up, and you had been the only one completely naked. You don't care now though, all you want is a nice warm bath, some takeout and being pampered by the boys.
"Shut up."
A/N: Anyone else really fuck with Digbar?
Kinda based off @aliaratawitchtrial's idea of chris being passed around... GO READ THAT TOO.
Also, first fic in more than a year WHAATTT
Thanks to @sturncoast for making Sturniolo Saturday!!! God knows this fandom's falling apart, WE NEEDED TS.
Taglist: @hearts4werka @stvrnzcherries @spaghettislut1 @pvssychicken @snowysosturn @sllutty-sturniolo @sturnmeovr @courta13 @shadowthesim237 @chrxsprettygirl
DON'T STEAL PRETTY PLEASE.
Dividers by @chrisssiren & @issysh3ll <3
-Ropitipop 👁👅👁
Warnings: Just tooth rotting fluff, kissing, literally that's it.
POV: First person (reader)
Summary: Chris and you are having a quiet night in...
Chris is laying down on his back, yapping about his day. I'm half-listening, reading my book at the same time while leaning against his headboard. I put my novel down and crawl over, laying on my stomach so now my face is hovering over his, upside down. A bit like Spiderman and Gwen in that one alleyway scene.
His words get cut off by a grin, slightly flustered by my sudden attention.
"What're you doin'?" He asks innocently. I shrug, giggling quietly for no reason. He brought me out of my shell, helping me to become much more affectionate over the course of our relationship (maybe a backstory..?).
"Nothing" I shrug. His hands reach out to play with my hair which has formed a curtain around us (sorry to all my short hair baddies 😭), twirling the strands between his fingers subconsciously. It may seem weird to others, but we loved staring at each other. It never felt awkward or weird, just... comforting. We could go on for ages, with no words being spoken, just looking at each other like we were studying pieces of art. Our highest record was an hour straight.
Chris smiles softly.
"I love ya so much..." He leans in to press a gentle kiss against my lips. The corners of my lips curl upwards.
"I love you too..."
He lets his eyes travel all over my face, from the soft shape of my nose, to my pink lips, and eventually ending up at my eyes. I reach down and absentmindedly start tracing over his familiar features, his eyes fluttering a bit in contentment. My finger runs over his sharp jawline, gaunt cheeks, high cheekbones, smile lines, full lips and the crinkles around his eyes. I travel along a path i've ran my hand over a countless amount of times, like i'm mapping him out to stay in my memory forever.
Both of us adored the feeling, of being loved, not judged, and just existing silently with someone we share so much of ourselves with. He is pretty loud on a regular basis, and I had fallen for his golden retriever personality and extroverted soul, but quiet moments like this made me realise how calm he could be. And how much we enjoyed the silence and lingering touches.
Light rain pitter-patters on the window, adding to the relaxed vibe of the dark room. Chris closes his eyes, my feathery touches and the soft sounds of the weather plus our breathing making him tired. I chuckle, tapping the tip of his nose.
"You sleepy?" "Yea..." he mumbles. We shift around a little until we're both laying down, his head on my chest and him half on top of me. I scratch his scalp tenderly, loving the feeling of his hair in my fingers.
He hums, breathing already slowing down. Our hearts beat in unison, a steady rhythm that lulls us to sleep. The night is spent cuddled up in each other's arms, mumbling half-coherent words in our sleep, just so comfortable with each other.
So content.
A/N: Literally almost threw up writing this!! (I ate a lot of candy today). Also a lil break from the angst.
New AU possibly..? (Chris x quiet!reader)
TL: @hearts4werka @stvrnzcherries @m00nl1ghts1vt @spaghetti835928383 @pvssychicken @moonlightsturns @snowysosturn
DONUT STEAL 🥶
Dividers by @bernardsbendystraws <3
-Ropitipop 👁👅👁
☞ Masterlist
Warnings: Angst, swearing, PERIOD PAINNNN 😍, crying, sobbing, did I mention pain?
POV: First person (reader)
Summary: It's that time of month! Excruciating pain! IT FUCKING HURTS, and ur boyfy Matty B helps comfort you 🥰
We're laying down in his bedroom, Matt hugging me from behind, breathing quietly in my ear. He's sound asleep, dead to the world around him, while I'm fading in and out of a light doze.
His bedroom door opens, and in comes his older brother Nick. The light flicks on, interrupting the somewhat comforting darkness of the room. I squint, suddenly blinded.
"Hm?" "Sorry to wake you up sleepyhead, I was just gonna see if Matt was awake" Nick says, walking in further. I shake my head to tell him that he's not, and he nods.
"Turn the light off" I mumble, squeezing my eyes shut.
Nick sighs in amusement, turning it off.
"All three of you are like vampires, I swear." He chuckles, referring to me and his two brothers. A wave of pain crashes into my abdomen, making me flinch. Nick's smile wavers.
"Hey, you ok?" I nod, burrowing further down into the soft blankets.
“Hurts” Nick nods sympathetically. “Do you need more painkillers?” I shake my head because I’d already taken some a few hours ago.
We talk for a few more minutes, but it’s mostly him yapping to distract me while I fail to get comfortable (I need Nick as my bestie so bad).
I keep shifting against Matt, and he groans in his sleep, getting slightly roused (not aroused SLUTS). He, half-asleep, clamps a hand down HARD on my stomach, pulling me backwards into him so I stop moving around. I wince, and Nick carefully pries Matt’s hand off, muttering under his breath about how his brother doesn’t know personal space.
“That idiot. He has no sense of his surroundings when he’s asleep.” I chuckle a little.
“Yea, he moves around a lot.”
Nick softly starts rubbing my stomach, trying to soothe the cramps. His palm is warm.
"How's that feel..? Am I helping?" He asked. He was worried that nothing was working to make the pain go away.
"Yea, thanks but it still-" I wince again. Because of our murmuring and my restlessness, Matt wakes up.
He slowly opens his eyes and groans, looking over at us two.
"What's going on...?" He questioned, voice still groggy with sleep.
"She's hurting a lot." Nick says, looking worried "And your dumbass kept hitting her in your sleep." Matt looks confused for a moment, before glancing down at where his arm is pushed off my stomach, and grimaces.
"Shit- sorry babe. I didn't realize I was doing that.." He looks guilty for his unconscious actions. I shake my head, reassuring him.
"It's ok, you didn't do much. It's killing me though"
Matt looked even more worried then, and he gently placed his hand on my stomach, feeling how much it hurt for himself.
"God.. it feels like your stomach is on fire.. and the pain killers aren't doing anything?" He questioned, gently rubbing my stomach just like Nick had been doing. I shake my head, feeling more waves of pain wash over me.
It was too much. Nick leaves to make some tea, and my eyes fill with tears. Matt's widen, and he looks alarmed.
"Hey hey hey..! It's okay, alright? Don't cry." He quickly tried to comfort me. The tears spill over, and the combination of pain and hormones make me start sobbing into his chest. He pulls me in closer, stroking the back of my head while whispering sweet nothings in my ear.
Matt helps me calm down, my cries slowing down to hiccups. The cramps had dulled down to a throb, just mildly uncomfortable at this point. Nick comes back in, grinning a bit sheepishly, and places a steaming cup of tea on the bedside table.
"Sorry that took so long (like this fucking fic)" I sniff and shake my head, smiling to lessen his guilt.
"It's ok. Thank you." Nick nods and leaves, casting Matt a half-joking look of anger for his earlier actions. Matt rolls his eyes, and turns his attention back to me. He continues running his fingers through my hair, helping me relax.
"Damn, this month's being a bitch, huh?" He mumbles. I don't reply, too exhausted by my outpour of emotions and the pain.
We stay like that for a bit, my stomach settling while he continues to comfort me. He turns on a movie and we cuddle under the sheets. His warm body is pressed against mine, while my head is tucked under his chin.
Matt is humming slightly, his breath tickling my head and making me giggle. A wide smile breaks out on his face, the mood instantly lifted.
"Why're you getting so giggly huh?" He asks in mock-confusion. I shake my head fondly, lightly pushing his chest.
"Shut up, dumbass"
"Hey, this dumbass made you feel better. Also, i'm pretty smart."
I roll my eyes
"No you're not, idiot"
A/N: If you can't tell, it's my shark week 😔 AND IT HURTS SM OMFG. I need a cuddle from Chris rn.
There was also a little throwback at the end (ogs will get it)
TL: @hearts4werka @stvrnzcherries @spaghetti835928383 @pvssychicken @snowysosturn @sturnmeovr
No shtealing
Dividers by @bernardsbendystraws <3
-Ropitipop 👁👅👁
A/N: Inspo from a random ass line in this fic by @muwapsturniolo. Inspiration comes from the randomest things lmao. ALSO HAPPY VALENTINE'S HOESSS (lil late but whatever)
Warnings: SmUt, MATT THE MUNCH, oral (fem receiving), fingering, swearing, overstimulation, PAIN KINK MATT
POV: Reader
Summary: Matt wants a little valentine's day treat...
He ate her out until his jaw was sore...
My fingers ached from gripping his hair so hard.
Matt had been eating me out for... I don't even know how long. All that I know is that he'd been starving for his, quote un-quote, "Valentine's treat."
"C'mon baby, pleassee? Consider it your valentine's treat to me."
He had started off slow, with gentle licks and small kisses that relaxed me and my core instantly. Small shivers ran down my spine, goosebumps rising on my skin as I felt his locks slide across my hand. His hands joined soon after, holding my thighs apart with a slightly bruising grip for more of his my satisfaction.
But the small licks turned into drawn-out ones, and the kisses turned into sucking. As soon as his tongue made contact with my slick entrance with enough force to make me jump, I knew I was done for.
Matt had made sure to keep track of the amount of times I came, and he did this by pushing another finger in every time I did. Now we're up to three.
"Fuck- can't-" A small glance downwards shows me his proud smirk. Fucker loved his overstimulation. Whether it was giving or receiving, he'd take it anyday over 'normal' finishing. And I thought he'd be 100% vanilla.
One particular curl of his fingers caused me to cry out his name, tears beginning to gather in the corner of my eyes. My hands are completely tangled in his hair, pulling so hard he almost made me stop. Except he didn't want me to.
No, Matt liked the pain.
He liked how it showed him how good I felt. He liked how the vibrations from his moans caused mine to triple in volume (TRIPLET REFERENCE????). He liked feeling his strands get tugged, the tiny pricks on his scalp heightening the whole experience.
But then there's the other pain he's starting feel.
A dull ache in his jaw.
The repeated motions of his mouth working against me caused the muscle to strain a little. (dude it's 3am plz dont judge the truthfulness of this statement thank yew)
He'd thought about stopping, managing the soreness before it got too much, but he also didn't want to.
This man's pain kink was crazy.
So all of this together, my moans, taste, fingers grabbing at his hair, and his jaw hurting, was making him see stars.
His face burrows deeper in between my thighs, worshipping and drinking like I was the fountain of youth.
I'm crying out, back arching against the bed while simultaneously pushing him away and pulling him closer.
He keeps moving his fingers in and out, lapping at my cunt like he's been thirsty for decades. His tongue is working wonders, enveloping me like a warm hug. A warm, wet, and sticky hug.
And, for the 4th time, I come.
He swallows it all, not wasting a single drop. His red lips and chin are glistening with my essence as he pants. My moans die down to whimpers, relishing in the post-orgasmic bliss.
I sigh in relief, just starting to relax. But then my eyes snap fully open and a shriek is ripped from my throat when he adds all 4 fingers together.
He grins, watching my face contort in a mix of pleasure and slight pain. This man and pain...
"You didn't think we were done yet, did you baby?"
