ⓘ best friends? ᚐ sexual tension ᚐ p in v ᚐ creampie ᚐ (kinda?) praise kink ᚐ pet names ᚐ some bantering ᚐ etc. + intended lowercase. 𝐰𝐜. 𝟏.𝟏𝐤
"you sure you’re that quiet during sex?" chris teased when you told him that you had never actually moaned for real during sex. you weren’t sure how and where the topic popped up from, but it wasn’t such a surprise knowing you both loved to switch topics every few seconds.
"well, i didn’t just lay there silently, i did moan, but it was always like pretend-" you paused, suddenly feeling embarrassed that you were talking about something so intimate, but you continued anyway, seeing no point in backpedaling now. "like i dunno if the guys i’ve slept with just weren’t good at it or if it’s just a me problem—probably a me problem honestly."
"wanna bet then?" chris suddenly asked, a slow grin plastering on his lips. he was, no doubt, plotting something that was sure to keep him entertained for days.
"bet? on what?" your brows knitted slightly in confusion as you looked at his increasingly mischievous grin. "chris what do you mean?" you pressed on, cocking an eyebrow when he giggled.
"let’s have sex." he finally said, his lips pressing into a toothless grin when he saw your wide-eyed expression, and his eyes crinkled at the corners in amusement. "i mean it, let’s have sex and the first one to make noise loses!" he exclaimed in between small giggles, obviously having fun seeing you look at him like he had grown a second head.
"what?" you blinked at him, not sure if you were misinterpreting his words or if he actually asked you—his best friend of how many years again? too many to count—to have sex with him and see who makes a sound first. "you’re not for real..." you trailed off when you realised that he wasn’t backpedalling or saying that he is just fucking with you. oh? so he is being dead serious, isn’t he?
despite your shock and surprise, you somehow agreed to the bet. your curiosity, and desire, was far too great for you to resist it.
after the stupid bet was made, you found yourself laying on his bed stark naked with his hefty length shoved deep inside your eager cunt. his hands gripped the underside of your thighs as he kept you, almost, folded in half—your knees on either side of your bouncing tits.
chris barely held back a moan at the way your gummy walls squeezed his length so deliciously. your walls sucked him in greedily whenever he pulled back and your eyes practically rolled back into your skull whenever he thrust deep, and hard, enough to bruise your cervix.
he was biting his lips to suppress the sounds building in his throat as the pleasure consumed his senses, and you were no different despite your initial doubt that he could make you feel good when no one before him had succeeded.
your brows were knitted together and lips slightly parted as you tried your best not to let out the sounds that were bubbling in your throat. your face flushed further when you heard the sound of skin slapping against skin along with the watery squelches of his cock ramming in and out of your absolutely dripping wet sex.
"chris- oh, ffuuuck!" you couldn’t take it anymore and moaned out his name. the moan you let out was such a foreign sound to you that, for a split second, you didn’t believe it came out of you, but the disbelief was quickly diminished as more of those desperate mewls exited your lips as if the first one had broken a dam.
chris halted mid-thrust, a raspy chuckle escaping him when he realized you had caved in and lost the bet. his lips curled into a triumphant smirk as he increased his pace, one of his hands coming down to draw quick circles on your clit in time with his pounding.
"thaat’s it, such a good girl." chris drawled, grunting with each slam. "moan for me baby, louder." he groaned, finally letting out his own sounds of pleasure, and just listening to him were enough to drive you crazy.
your moans grew louder and more desperate as you got closer and closer to your orgasm. your lower abdomen felt taut, a knot forming and twisting more and more as he kept dicking you down so good that you swore you saw sparks whenever he hit your sweet spot.
"sh-shit--shit! i’m gonna cum- i’m gonna... oh fuck!" you cried out when you felt your orgasm hit you in strong waves, making your whole body shudder and shake.
chris’s breath hitched audibly when he felt your inner muscles milk his cock in quick, rhythmic pulses. "fuuck, i’m s’close- just a little more ma... just a little more.” he almost whined as he fucked you into the mattress, his head ducking down to bury itself in your neck as he let out grunts and groans.
he lost his rhythm when he felt the band in his stomach grow unbearably taut before slowly unraveling into waves of pleasure that ran through his whole body. he slammed into you one last time before starting to thrust shallowly, his hips jerking erratically as he pumped his warm cum deep into your greedy cunt.
after a few seconds, chris finally slumped on top of you, breathing deeply to slow down his heartbeat while also trying not to crush you under his weight, but you found the slight heaviness welcome—almost comforting as you caught your own breath.
"well, well, well, guess who just lost a bet." chris teased after a while, propping himself on his elbows and looking down at you with a smirk. "guess you weren’t so quiet during sex, i mean those were some impressive moans." he mimicked your moan, earning himself a slap on his arm that turned him into a giggling mess.
you rolled your eyes at his laughter, even as a smile tugged at your lips, finding his giggles awfully adorable. "what will the loser do then? clean your room? do your laundry?" you scoffed despite your obvious amusement at his smug face.
"nope, the loser is gonna have to let me dick her down again ’cause that was the best sex i’ve ever had and i don’t think being best friends will hold me back from having this sweet pussy again." chris grinned unapologetically, earning a hearty laugh from you.
"you’re crazy, but fine, a bet is a bet, plus i can’t deny how good that was." your words made him grin widely, his eyes crinkling at the corners.
both of you hissed softly when he pulled out, still sensitive from your orgasms. he rolled onto his back and pulled you with him, tucking you into his side as his chin rested on the top of your head, his arm wrapped around your waist.
you and chris talked about random things before drifting off to sleep mid-conversation, cuddling close to each other.
what a cute pair of best friends.
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✩ ˙˖˚᮫ ⁱˢᵃ ᮭ ᮭ.ᐟ if you’ve read this fic before: i’m not stealing anyone’s work! this is a re-upload. etherealsturn was me lol
ⓘ 𝑺𝑴𝑼𝑻! ⋆ roomie!matt ⋆ hiding a boner ⋆ lowkey awkward but charged with sexual tension ⋆ making out ⋆ big dick!matt ⋆ size kink ⋆ pet names ⋆ dirty talk ⋆ saw rex ⋆ riding matt :p ⋆ creampie (let’s hope reader is on the pill or smth) ⋆ fluff ⋆ matt being unable to stand afterwards + more.
ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒚 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒓𝒕... matt gets a boner while watching a movie with you so you offer to help him take care of it.
Matt glances over at you briefly and swallows thickly, shifting in his spot, his jaw clenching as he looks back at the TV playing the classic scream. He takes off his hoodie and tosses it on the armrest of the couch, his chain glinting in the dim lighting of the horror movie.
His dick throbs painfully in his pajama pants when you subconsciously lean closer to him, your eyes glued to the TV screen, watching the movie intently as your hand lingers in the bowl of popcorn on his lap. The popcorn bowl doesn’t help his hard-on at all, but at least it’s somewhat hiding it.
And thankfully, you haven’t noticed it yet. Matt thinks he’ll be fine if the bowl stays on his lap, hiding something you shouldn’t see, but then your hand accidentally shifts the bowl on his lap as you try to take some more popcorn. Which makes Matt’s hips jerk involuntarily, making you pause and look at him.
"Uh... You okay?" You tilt your head slightly, like you always do, and Matt’s length twitches. The way you’re looking at him—so confused and unknowing of your roommate getting aroused by your proximity—causes Matt to take a slow breath to compose himself before answering.
"Yeah... Just, cold? I guess." He lies poorly with a small casual shrug, but inside he wishes he could disappear. The reason for his boner wasn’t even anything sexual; You had accidentally placed your hand on his thigh, a little too close to his crotch, when you reached for the can of Dr. Pepper on the coffee table.
And after that, every little movement of yours, every subtle touch and graze of your body against his made him harden more and more, resulting in him becoming so hard it’s genuinely painful now. His hands twitch at his sides, dying to just whip his dick out and give it some much needed relief.
You hum an "okay" and look back at the movie, not realizing what kind of state Matt is in. Your thigh grazes his when you shift in your spot, tucking your feet further under the fluffy throw blanket over both your laps. The bowl stays on Matt’s lap because if he places it somewhere else you’ll immediately notice the huge bulge tenting the blanket.
All Matt can do at this point is sit still and try to focus on the movie rather than how much his balls are aching or how damp his boxers are becoming with the steady leakage of his precum. His eyes are looking at the TV screen with enough intensity to burn two holes into it, hands fisted at his sides, jaw muscles ticking due to how hard he’s clenching it.
During a lull in the movie, where it’s just some characters talking, you finally notice how tense he’s being. "Matt, seriously. Are you feeling okay? We don’t have to have a movie night tonight if you want to rest. I mean, you’re all tense and sitting completely still." You show some concern, which he appreciates, but he can’t really tell you the reason, can he?
Still, his mouth starts talking before his brain can process it.
"I’m okay. I just- I’m hard." His words tumble out, slower towards the end and more unsure as he realizes what he just admitted out loud. He tries to backtrack immediately, but his mouth only opens and closes like a fish out of water with no actual words leaving his lips. He slowly stops trying to explain and just stares back at your shocked expression, his own expression blank.
After a minute of silence, you finally speak. "Oh..." Matt cringes at your reply—or the lack thereof. Your noncommittal reply makes him want to jump in an open grave and pour dirt over himself. He expected anything but this. Maybe a disgusted look, or even a slap to his face—anything but a simple "oh".
"Uh... I’ll just- I’ll just go to my room." He flashes a small awkward smile and moves to stand up, taking the popcorn bowl off his lap, but you hold his arm as he’s halfway up, the blanket slowly falling down to reveal his bulge. Matt’s eyes dart between your hand on his arm and your unreadable expression.
He sits back down awkwardly, blinking at you. You look at him, really look at him, and see how much his pupils are dilated with desire, how dark his eyes are, how his lips are parted and how deep his breaths are. He looks undone already. And that does wonders to make you wet.
"You know... I can help you... with it-" You pause, feeling like you’re coming on too strong and slowly take your hand off his arm, glancing down at your lap briefly before looking into his eyes again. "I mean, if you want to. I don’t want to sound like I’m forcing you or anything."
Matt nods, slowly, almost as if he’s unable to believe this is happening; his fantasies and wet dreams are close to becoming reality. "I- yeah, yeah... I do." He murmurs, tentatively reaching for your hand on your lap and lacing his fingers through yours. His eyes hold months of pent-up desire and yearning for his roommate who he thought wasn’t into him.
You find yourself leaning in slowly, your eyes dropping to his lips before snapping back up into his eyes. And he naturally copies your movement, leaning in until your breaths mingle, the air around you crackling with suffocating tension.
Matt’s free hand comes up to cup your cheek, thumb brushing over your cheekbone in a way that feels more intimate than it should. Your heart stutters—and so does your breath—when Matt closes the remaining distance, his lips brushing against your tentatively as if asking for permission. Your eyes slowly flutter shut and you melt into his touch, your hand gently squeezing his where it lays entwined on your lap.
The kiss is gentle—explorative—at first, both of you pouring out everything unsaid into it, leaving you breathless when Matt pulls back to look at you. His eyes flicker with a mix of desire and something far deeper, and you’re not sure you can take it without drowning in him.
The second kiss is more heated, more passionate, like he’s finally letting himself have you. His hand on your cheek slides down to your neck and around, tangling in your hair, fingers gentle but firm in the soft locks. His head tilts to the side, teeth grazing your bottom lip before he bites down softly on it, soothing it with his tongue immediately after.
It’s sloppy and it’s messy—all teeth and tongue—but it’s real. It’s him and it’s you; two people who’ve been keeping their wants and needs buried deep inside themselves because they were both afraid the other wouldn’t want it—want them. And it all broke like a dam when you offered to help him, and now you’re not sure you can pull away from him.
You’re straddling him before you know it and Matt’s hands are already on your hips, the touch grounding you. You can feel his erection pressing against your core through your pajama pants—and you suddenly notice he’s wearing the same type of pants as you.
You smile into the kiss, a breathless laugh getting swallowed by Matt. And he pulls back with a small crooked grin, his lips glossy and slightly swollen from the kiss and his pupils dilating further as he gazes up at you. "What’s so funny?" He asks, chuckling softly himself, thumb rubbing gentle circles on your hip bone through your pants.
"It’s just... We’re wearing the same pants. I didn’t notice it until now. And similar shirts." You point out, your heart doing silly little flips inside your ribcage. "It feels like we’re dating with how we’re dressed in matching clothes, you know?"
Matt laughs at that, soft and amused. "Yeah? Like we’re dating huh?" He teases, repeating your words, his grin never faltering as he watches your expression turn flustered. "You’re adorable, you know that?" He says, softer, his grin softening into an adoring smile, making your heart beat so fast you’re sure it’s break dancing inside you.
"Am not." You manage, out of words, suddenly embarrassed by the absurd things you just said and the even more absurd thing that left his lips. He thinks you’re adorable? God, your brain is probably going to replay this scene every night before bed. Your stomach does a small flip when his hands tighten on your hips and he pulls you gently down on his boner, grinding you slowly against it.
You gasp softly, feeling his hardness catch onto your clit briefly through your clothes, and your hands go to his shoulders to steady yourself. Matt groans softly, mumbling a soft curse under his breath, his brows furrowing ever so slightly as he finally gets some friction against his raging boner.
"Shit-" He hisses, looking down at where your clothed pussy is rubbing along his erection, his flushed and wet tip already peeking out from under his waistband where his t-shirt had ridden up, bunching around his middle. "Sorry-" He laughs. Breathless. Undone. "Couldn’t help it. I’m dying here."
He’s gripping your hips so tightly you’re sure it’s going to leave marks. Desperation is oozing from every pore in his body, and you can’t even blame him, his dick’s probably aching painfully now. You gently take his hands off your hips and climb off his lap. Matt watches with puppy dog eyes as if he’s trying to get you back on his lap with just his eyes. And it almost works, but you have a better idea.
Matt’s breath hitches, sharp in his throat, when you start tugging down your pajama pants, leaving you in just a shirt and your lacy black panties. You swear you can see his dick jumping in his pants, as if it’s as happy to see you strip as its owner.
His chest heaves with deep breaths as you sit yourself back on his lap, your bare thighs warm on either side of his hips, and his hands find themselves on your waist this time, roaming up and under your shirt. He finds you bare underneath, no bra to contain your pretty breasts, your nipples semi-hard from arousal—and he almost loses it.
You let him tug your shirt up and over your head, revealing your bare chest to his hungry gaze. His mouth waters at the sight and he gulps softly, watching your nipples harden further in the cool air. His hands cup your tits, feeling the warmth and weight in his palms. "You’re so beautiful..." He whispers, almost to himself.
Your hands reach down and tug on the waistband of his pants. "C’mon. I’m dying here." You repeat his earlier words, smiling as if you're not teasing him. Matt squints at you, his lips curling up with the kind of smile that looks playful but holds a quiet authority that makes you shut up instantly.
"You feeling impatient, sweetheart?" He asks, chuckling gruffly. His hands leave your breasts to free himself instead, smirking as you lift yourself off his lap for a moment so he can pull his pants and boxers down. His cock springs free, slapping against his stomach, leaving a streak of wetness on his shirt.
His smirk grows wider when you take in his dick, your eyes widening slightly. It’s big and long, with an angry red tip that fades into a more neutral color further down his shaft. Veins run along his length—some thick, some thin, but all throbbing and pulsing with each of his quick heartbeats. His dick jumps at the attention you’re giving it, making your throat go dry.
"Don’t you fucking worry, baby. I’ll give it to you, alright. All 8 inches. And fill you up until you can’t take it anymore." He promises darkly, wrapping his fist around his base, slapping his cock against your clothed mound. "You want that? Want me to stretch you out with this big dick?"
"Mhm..." You breathe out, and pull your panties to the side before he tells you to, unable to wait any longer. Your hips hover over his dick—standing tall and proud under you—and you slowly lower yourself until you feel his hot tip against your pussy lips. Matt’s breath hitches softly as he feels your wetness coat his tip and his hand on your hip tightens, so does his grip around the base of his dick.
Your hips move back and forth, making his cock slide up and down your soaked folds, eliciting a low moan from Matt. The sound is unlike anything you’ve heard him make, and it sends a jolt of desire straight to your core. He looks down at his lap, watching the filthy scene and feeling his cockhead catch onto your entrance.
He looks back up at you through his lashes, eyelids heavy and making his usually dead eyes look even more so. God, he looks edible. His hair is a mess on his head, but the kind of mess that makes him look hotter. His cheeks are slightly flushed, giving him that boy-ish look, contrasting from how his eyes are looking at you like he wants to devour you. His pupils are blown wide, his pretty blue irises almost nonexistent.
His tongue darts out to wet his lips, half out of habit and half due to how dry his lips have become from it being parted for so long. His gaze is pleading, hand desperate, unspoken words on his tongue. And you finally give him—and yourself—what you’ve both been craving and slowly sink down, his thick head stretching you wide open.
The stretch burns but it’s not painful, more satisfactory than anything. You both let out a low moan when you finally take him all the way, your hips flush against his. His cock is nestled so deep inside you that you can’t help but lift your hips back up ever so slightly to ease the pressure against your cervix.
Fuck, he’s so big.
Both of Matt’s hands are on your hips now, gentle and grounding. He looks down at where you’re connected, in awe at how well you’re taking him, before he looks back up at your face, watching your expressions for any signs of discomfort or pain. One of his hands slides up from your hip to your face, tucking loose strands of hair behind your ear, his thumb grazing your cheek in a way that has your heart beating more than it should for a mere "roommate".
His eyes hold such strong emotions that neither of you are ready to acknowledge. But the way his hand lingers on your face, fingers gentle against your skin, blurs every line and boundaries made when you first became roommates. Every unsaid rule you made inside your head is broken at this moment and you can’t help but wish this wasn’t just you helping him relieve his ache.
But it is more than that isn’t it?
You slowly start to move, riding him, your heart full and empty at the same time. You don’t want to ruin this moment by confessing your feelings—the feelings you haven’t tried to acknowledge until today. So all you do is moan his name and keep bouncing on his cock. You’re whispering his name like a prayer and so softly that it makes Matt’s heart clench, his hands gripping your hips and helping you move on him.
Matt leans up slightly, his lips parted. "Kiss me. Please...?" The plea comes out breathless, rough with pleasure. His cock twitches inside you when you kiss him, one hand on the back of the couch and the other curling in his soft brown curls, tugging gently. He swallows up your moans, hands sliding down to squeeze your ass, giving your supple flesh a few sharp slaps before soothing them by kneading them in his large hands.
"Fuck-" He groans, pulling back from the kiss to look down at your pussy swallowing his thick length, his shaft glistening with your slick. "You’re s’wet right now." He laughs, breathless, ending in a groan. "You’re so perfect, baby—ahh-fuuck! So fucking good." His head falls back against the back of the couch, eyes fluttering shut for a moment as he relishes in the feeling of your tight, warm cunt sliding up and down his cock.
Matt plants his feet firmly on the ground, thigh muscles flexing under you, and he wraps his arms around your waist, pulling your middle flush against himself, as he begins to pound up into you. Your surprised squeaks and moans are like music to his ears, grounding him from the slight burn in his thighs from how quick he’s fucking you.
He buries his face in your breasts, muffling his groans and grunts, as he completely ruins your pussy for anyone else. Your thighs begin to shake involuntarily when he starts to hit somewhere no one has before. The spot he’s hitting sends shocks of pleasure through your entire body, making your moans grow in pitch and volume, your hands scrambling for purchase on his shoulders.
"G-god--! Oh- fuuck--fu-fuck! Matt-ahn! Matt, I can’t-" You moan above him, your stomach burning with an orgasm you’re not sure you can handle. You’re about to climax, and it’s the first time you’re so close to coming this quickly. But Matt doesn’t stop, his hips seem to move even faster, his brows knitting together as he ignores the way his legs and hips protest against his sudden intense movements.
Your senses zero in on the feeling of his cock hitting every sweet spot inside your gummy walls, some thrusts being deep enough to make his tip kiss your cervix. Your vision spots when your orgasm crashes over you in strong, unrelenting waves, each wave making you twitch and shudder on his lap.
And Matt finally slows down, moaning softly at the feeling of your tight little pussy milking his cock greedily. His chest heaves with exertion, sweat beading along his brows, intense eyes looking at your face contort in pleasure. He helps you ride out your high by rolling his hips against your, stirring his cock deep inside you.
After a while, your hips begin to move again, finally having come down from your high. Although you’re still sensitive from your orgasm, you want Matt to come too, and the way his thighs are shaking subtly under you tells you he’s too exhausted to keep moving. Matt’s arms slowly unravel from around your waist, instead putting his hands back on your hips.
He appreciates that you’re moving now. It’s embarrassing but he’s used up all his energy on making you feel good that he can’t really move much now. His hands caress your body as you move on top of him, determined to make him feel as good as he made you feel. And it seems to be working by the way his breath is hitching more and more and his cock swelling and throbbing inside you.
"Fuck- I’m gonna cum if you keep riding me like this." Matt admits hoarsely, moaning softly afterwards. His hips twitch against you when you speed up your movement, bouncing on his cock, your sensitive pussy squeezing and clenching around him perfectly. "Sweetheart- Slow down." He gasps.
He grips your hips tightly, not to guide your movement or to stop you, rather to ground himself from his impending orgasm. His balls draw tight against his body and he knows he’ll come inside you if you don’t slow down anytime soon.
"Fuuuck-- cum—ah—cumming--" He warns one last time before letting go, his hips lifting up from the couch and pushing his cock balls deep inside you as he spills. His warm cum paints your walls white, filling you up to the brim, making you feel all warm inside.
When he finally stills, his cock twitches weakly and begins to soften slightly inside you, he kisses you softly—a gesture of gratitude for giving him so much pleasure. Or maybe it’s something more, something far more meaningful. But neither of you say anything to acknowledge the chemistry and feelings.
A few minutes of sitting still and catching your breaths, Matt chuckles weakly when he pulls back to look at you, his curls messy and sticking to his sweaty forehead. His grin is crooked when he looks up at you, eyes glazed over and looking high on pleasure. "Gotta start exercising or something. ’Cause I don’t think I can stand up without falling. I mean, my legs are literally shaking." He admits sheepishly, making you chuckle softly.
He smiles softly at the sound of your soft laughter, his eyes shining with adoration. His smile never falters as he presses butterfly kisses across your chest. And you stay on top of him, content in the small intimate bubble around you both and unwilling to break it anytime soon.
isa’s rambling ۶ৎ matt posted a tiktok -› i had to write something about his slutty ass who stared at the cam for 11 seconds without doing anything. that’s all :) also i really love the gif i made ’cause it gives off that horror movie or like horror game vibes (?) with the flickering lights and coloring. also, this is barely proofread ’cause it’s too damn long wtf. i was yapping away so i dunno if this is any good 😔
cw: SMUTTTTTTT!!!! semi-public acts (photobooth), unprotected p in v (don't do this! always be safe!!), fingering, heavy makeout, praise kink, size kink, daddy kink (i mean hello?), creampie, mentions of alcohol and drinking, pet names... i think that's it!
introduction: bug!reader & babydaddy!chris
more of their dynamic: here
it wasn't unusual for chris to invite you out. sending a simple text somewhere along the lines of 'free tonight? ma said she'd watch lily.'
you normally agreed, knowing that you could use the night off and you enjoyed being around chris, mostly.
things were going well between the two of you at the moment. no petty fights, no empty threats, no whispered 'i hate you's falling from your lips as you fought back tears in the middle of the night.
everything had been light, easy. not perfect, never perfect, but just good enough to ease back into the comfort that came along with the history of being together.
chris had already been by earlier to pick up lily and drop her off at his parents house, leaving you alone to get ready.
you took your time. blasting music as you crammed your legs in the bathroom sink trying to get close enough to the mirror in order to get your eyeliner juuuusssttt right, the same way you used to in high school.
you knew how tonight would probably end, the same way nights out with chris normally did. the two of you, back at one of your places, hot, sweaty, and out of breath.
it was like a ritual.
the dreadful part always came the next morning. when it was still quiet in the morning, before the two of you were awake. the heavy decision of staying or slipping out quietly like some awkward one night stand.
escaping in the quiet was more your go to move than his. always trying to get out before the heavy conversations swooped in.
you knew it was stupid, that all you were doing was giving him the indication that this was all you wanted. that it was all you'd ever want.
that couldn't be further from the truth. but that was a conversation for another day, one somewhere far in the future.
chris let himself in the same way he always did when he came over.
"bug! got ya some redbull so you'll stay awake." he calls out as you hear the front door shut behind him. his footsteps making their way further into the house.
"thank youuu" you call back to him as you finish up your liner.
you hear the fridge open and shut before his footsteps become closer. his steps slow and then he appears in the mirror behind you.
"wow... all this for me?" he smirks as his hands find their place on your waist.
your body leans back into his like an instinct. you scoff as your eyes roll at his comment. "no, i'm hopin' to find someone new while we're out actually." you place your eyeliner down on the counter before turning to look at him properly.
his smirk only grows at your comment, knowing you're only trying to get a rise out of him. "mm mhm... that so?" his brow raises slightly, a challenge.
"yup. you know me. always looking." you shrug before lifting your arms out towards him.
now it's his turn to roll his eyes. "you're ridiculous, y'know that?" though despite his words, he lifts you up off the counter, placing you on your feet. his hands drop to your waist, pulling you close to his chest.
"i think you might have mentioned it before." you laugh softly, your eyes focused on his, wide and soft, a look he normally doesn't deserve.
you take a moment to admire his features. something you hadn't really done in a while.
you note the way most of his baby features have disappeared, becoming more refined and manly. the little boy you once fell in love with slowly turning into the man standing in front of you now.
you notice the stubble lining his jawline now, something he normally doesn't keep long. your hand rising without much thought to trail your fingers over it, a small smile creeping onto your face as you do so.
"this is new..." you comment casually. even though not a single fiber inside of you is feeling casual about this new addition.
"mhm... y'like it?" his eyes meet yours, that soft boyish look in them.
you play it cool, feigning indifference over it with a small shrug. knowing your mind can't focus on anything other than the desperate need to know how the scrape of it would feel between your thighs.
"i gotta get dressed... and then we can go." you nod as you let your hand fall from his face.
"alright. y'wearin' something sexy i hope." he teases and swats at your ass as you walk away from him.
"mm not sure. was thinking about pulling out my nun clothes." you laugh softly, making your way into your bedroom, chris trailing closely behind you.
"yeah yeah, reeaaalll funny bug. you're a comedian tonight, huh?"
the drive to the bar was filled with comfortable conversation, laughter, and teases thrown around from the both of you.
you checked on lily one last time before you put your phone up for the night, officially stepping out of 'mom mode'.
chris never strayed far from you. he was always touchy when he was in public with you, even more so once he'd had a couple drinks. his hands on you in some way the entire night. resting on the small of your back as you walked through the crowd, your thigh when you were seated at the bar, wrapped around your waist when you stood with a group of his friends.
a few hours and maaannnyyyy drinks later, you were pretty tipsy. your laughs a little louder, smile a little brighter.
chris noticed. he always did.
he noticed the way your eyes started to glaze over and your body swayed slightly. the way you leaned into him more to hold your balance. the way you were less hesitant in your words and more confident in your touches.
"y'good baby?" his voice low just for you, breath hot on your neck. a soft giggle escapes your lips as you nod. "mhm m'good"
"y'ready to go?" he asks gripping your hip a little tighter. you nod again.
the two of you say your goodbyes to his friends and he leads you out of the bar. as you stumble towards the car you see a vintage photobooth lit up outside of another club.
"chrisss!! chris baby look!" you point excitedly towards the booth across the street.
"mhm i see it. y'wanna go?" he laughs softly as you start to tug him towards it.
"alright alright careful, y'gonna hurt yourself tuggin' me like this." you ignore his words and continue tugging him across the street.
"c'monnnnn!" you giggle as you stand in front of the booth. he holds the curtain back so you can slide in, sliding in right after you.
"alright pretty girl... what're we doing." he turns to look at you, ready to follow your lead.
"wait i want one by myself first." you gasp before pushing him so he gets out of the booth.
chris shakes his head at you, completely used to your antics at this point. you pose for your pictures and your film strip pops out of the machine.
"okayyy your turn!!" you hop out of the booth forcing him to take a strip of pictures on his own as well.
"bug what am i supposed to do in these alone?" he huffs out a laugh at you.
"mm just smile." you nod. he rolls his eyes but obliges, taking his strip of photos and then pulling you down into his lap as his photos print.
"can we take some together now or is that not allowed?" he raises a brow at you.
"we can." you laugh softly as you stare up at him.
"how are we posin', baby?" his breath is hot against your neck as he whispers to you.
he knows exactly what he's doing talking to you like that.
"... bear." your breath hitches as he presses a kiss to your jaw right below your ear.
"hm? what is it?" he teases, his lips making their way down your neck.
"chris... chris s-stop... pictures first." you tilt your head away from him to turn the machine on.
"why can't this be part of 'em?" his hands slide down to grip the tops of your thigh, right at the edge of your short skirt.
you gasp at the contact when the countdown starts on the screen. you try your best to remain composed for the picture, plastering a smile on your face as the camera flashes.
"what is it bug?" his lips press against your neck again, nipping at it slightly.
your hips shift as you press your thighs together, heat pooling between them. the timer starts counting down again.
"behave." you hiss through the fake smile you're desperately holding onto.
right before the camera flashes his lips reconnect with your neck. just in time to make you gasp for the picture.
"chris!" you turn and swat at him. "you ruined the picture!"
he chuckles with a shrug. "pretty sure i made it better." his hand dips under your skirt, teasing over the outline of your heat through the lace of your thong.
"two more baby... can you keep it together?" the countdown starting again as your head rolls to the side. he reaches with his other hand to tilt your head around and connect your lips before the camera flashes.
your head is completely fuzzy now. completely intoxicated by both the alcohol coursing through your bloodstream and chris.
you shift yourself as the final countdown begins. the camera and photo strip now being completely forgotten by you as you straddle his lap.
your hips grind down onto him as his hands find your waist again keeping you pressed tightly against him.
his lips moving in sync with yours in the most messy, overwhelming, intoxicating way possible.
you moan into his mouth as his fingers slide your panties to the side feeling how worked up you are for him.
he breaks the kiss briefly to whisper something you didn't catch over the sound of your heavy breathing before he slid two fingers between your folds working you open for him.
your eyes roll back at the feeling, his lips finding your neck, nipping away at it.
"chris... mm- baby..." you fight back your moans as he carefully pumped his fingers in and out of you, curling them just like you like.
"that's it... such a good girl for me, bug." his words causing you to clench around him.
"mmm..." you press your lips together, trying to remain as quiet as possible due your current setting.
you were high on the overwhelming feeling swirling deep within you. his fingers continuing to twist and curl inside of you trying to get you to fall apart for him.
"c'mon baby... you're doin' so good f'me... so pretty like this... always so pretty when you're fallin' apart." he murmurs against your neck in between kisses as his lips trail lower towards your collarbone.
a loud moan falls from your lips as you reach down to fumble with his belt.
"bug... baby... y'sure y'wanna do this here?" his free hand grabbing your wrist to stop you from making a rash decision.
"yes, yeah, mhm chris please." you look up at him with those wide doe eyes and he caves, just like he always does when it comes to you, releasing your hands allowing them to continue their movements.
"alright, yeah, yeah okay baby just finish up f'me yeah?" his fingers working overtime now to help you get your release. you're close. so close.
"chris!" you moan out as your orgasm washes over you.
"that's my girl... you're doing so good baby, keep going." he whispers in your ear as he helps you ride out your high.
when you finally come down, he's ready to get you right back there. tapping your hips slightly indicating he wants you to lift your hips. you do so, allowing him to tug his jeans and boxers down just enough to reveal his throbbing dick. thick, red, and beading with precum.
you bite your lip at the sight almost forgetting how big he was.
"gonna be so good f'me yeah?" you nod as he begins to lower you down onto him.
"words baby, i wanna hear you." he holds you still, just enough above him, his tip prodding at your drooling entrance.
"yes daddy, mhm, yeah, always baby." you squirm, trying to lower yourself onto his length.
"fuckkk... can't say shit like that bug... not when you want me to last" he takes a deep breath, squeezing his eyes shut as he tries not to cum on the spot from your words alone.
"need you daddy, please." you roll your hips in another attempt to get what you want.
"alright baby... c'mon." he slowly lowers you down until you're fully sheathing him.
the stretch of him is a delicious burning sensation. you take a deep breath as you adjust to his size.
after a few seconds, you start to roll your hips against him slowly letting him know you're ready and adjusted.
his hands grip your hips as he fucks up into you, each thrust causing him to become increasingly desperate for his release.
"mm chris... ahh- so big... i can't—" you moan out, your forehead falling onto his shoulder.
"shhh... yes you can baby... doin' so well... takin' me so well..." his grip on your hips tightening as he guides you up and down.
"can't- can't chris." you whimper out softly, tears brimming in your eyes.
"you can baby... look at me, bug..." your head lifts from his shoulder to look at him as requested.
"there's my girl... you're so pretty like this." he whispers against your lips before claiming you in an overwhelming kiss.
the kiss is quick to turn sloppy, his mouth devouring yours, his tongue plunging between your lips. you gasp into his mouth when he hits a particularly deep spot inside of you.
you're completely fucked out at this point, your body turning completely to mush.
a few more thrusts and his dick twitches inside of you, the warmth of his hot, sticky cum filling your insides as your release follows shortly after.
neither of you move for a few moments. just breathing into each other, letting the realization of what just happened slowly creep in. chris is the first to open his mouth.
"can't believe we just did that... dirty dirty girl" he shakes his head with a soft laugh.
"chrisssss shut uppppp! this is all your fault!" you groan as you ease yourself off of him, fixing your clothes.
"mm didn't sound like my fault when you were beggin' for me to fuck you. all 'please daddy, need you daddy!'" his smirk growing as he tucks himself back into his jeans, standing up from the bench of the booth.
"oh my god shut up!" you shove at his chest before reaching down to grab your photo strips.
"you can have this one, ruined it anyway." you shove the strip into his chest with a huff.
his hand catches your wrist before you can step out of the booth. "nah... i made it better, look at ya... so pretty when you're all worked up."
"you are ridiculous." you pull away from him, stepping out of the booth as he swats at your ass.
your eyes roll instinctively before he murmurs out, "y'bein' pretty sassy for someone who's got my kids drippin' outta ya."
"christopher!" you swat at his chest to shut him up.
"just sayin'... think you should be more appreciative." he shrugs before his hand finds the small of your back leading you towards the car. "c'mon... let's get y'home before you find another bench you wanna use."
"oh my gooodddd! i hate you." you huff as you lean into him, words completely contradictory of your actions.
"nah. y'love me bug. s'why you're so good f'me." he squeezes your waist as you continue towards the car.
this time you're too tired to fight back at his comment, just relishing in the aftershock of everything that just happened.
ryss yaps: not proofread because well i just can't bring myself to reread smut😭 i hope you all enjoy! this concept has been sitting in the drafts since chris posted that photobooth strip. comment here or on this post to be added to the taglist! please specify which taglist you'd like to be added to in your comment! as always, any and all interaction is greatly appreciated!!
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can you write about how cuddling with Matt would be like if he was your bf?
he’s not usually like this.
in public, matt’s fine with holding your hand, fine with a casual arm around your shoulder, fine with brushing his fingers down your spine when no one’s looking. but that’s about as far as it goes. he’s careful, composed, always holding something back. it’s only when you’re alone that the mask slips—when it’s just the two of you in bed and no one’s watching—that you get this version of him.
this clingy, whiny, impossibly touch-starved version.
he’s got his face buried in your neck, breath warm, body molded to yours like he was poured there. your shirt’s somewhere on the floor, his too, and not because it led to anything. not tonight. he just hates the feeling of fabric between you. says it feels like a wall.
“matt,” you murmur, shifting your hips a little. your legs are tangled, and one of them is cramping. “i need to move.”
a low, sulky sound vibrates against your collarbone. his arms, already wrapped around your waist like a vice, only squeeze tighter.
“no.”
“no?” you echo, almost laughing.
he grumbles again, a pathetic little noise, and you feel the way his fingers dig into your skin like he’s scared you’ll disappear.
“just stay. five more minutes.”
“you said that twenty minutes ago.”
“yeah, and i meant it then, too.”
you sigh, but there’s no real annoyance behind it. you’re used to this now. this weird, possessive softness of his that only ever comes out when the lights are low and the door’s closed. you reach back, threading your fingers through his hair, scratching lightly at his scalp. that earns you a barely-audible hum of satisfaction, and his grip loosens just a little.
not enough to escape, of course. god forbid.
he shifts, pressing even closer, somehow, even though you’re already sharing the same oxygen. chest to chest, stomach to stomach, no space left between any of it. one of his legs hooks over yours, anchoring you in place. like you’re some giant teddy bear he’s terrified to let go of.
you mutter, “i have to pee.”
“hold it.”
“matt.”
his lips brush your neck again, almost absentmindedly, like he’s hoping if he distracts you enough, you’ll forget you even have a bladder.
“nope. not allowed. not tonight.”
“so you’re actually gonna keep me hostage in your arms?”
he lifts his head, finally, just enough to meet your eyes. hair messy, eyes half-lidded and soft in that way that always makes your chest hurt. “you say that like it’s a bad thing.”
you narrow your eyes. “you are literally holding me hostage.”
his expression shifts into something pitiful. like a kicked puppy. “baby,” he whines, dragging the word out like it’ll break him in half if you leave now. “it’s cold without you.”
“you’re hot as hell. i’m sweating.”
“i’m emotionally cold,” he corrects, dramatically. “you’re my warmth.”
you can’t help it. you laugh. loud and unexpected, snorting against his chest as he grins, victorious. but still. you try to move again. not to leave the bed, just to roll onto your back. bad idea. his arms snake tighter around your waist, and he shifts again—throwing a leg over both of yours this time like he’s physically restraining you.
“matt.”
“shh.”
“i hate you.”
“no you don’t,” he mumbles, already nuzzling into your neck again. “you love me. i’m your favorite blanket.”
he’s right, he kind of is. you resign yourself to being a prisoner of love, your bladder whining and your legs numb, and this boy who smells like cedarwood and sleep breathing all over you like it’s his goddamn job.
and if you stop trying to get away… maybe you like it more than you should. maybe that’s why you never fight that hard.
summary: you have an idea to mess with matt after he said what will happen if you do anything with his brother. you and chris have a chemistry you both decided to act on
warnings: fingering, cock sucking, swallowing cum
chapter 4
i could barely sleep. i kept tossing and turning all night, my brain repeating the whole thing over and over, my body also remembering
“imma make you pay for it with your body” what the fuck did he mean by that. how come a man i only just met yesterday have this power over me already
there’s something wrong with me, there has to be
i woke up, the sun cascading a beautiful shine in my room and the birds chirping a unique melody. the silk sheet underneath me sends a cool shiver all over my body
i felt like i was still dreaming, but i wasn’t. i get out of bed and make my way to the floor-to-ceiling window to look outside. i have no idea where i am or what i did to deserve this but the view is unbelievable
there’s nothing but trees upon trees, the slight view of the mountains not that far away. im such a sucker for nature so whenever i get to see its glory, it genuinely makes my day better
as i look out i get an idea. my eyebrows lift, my mouth goes to a smirk, my cheeks change to a shade of pink. im gonna mess with matt
i went to my new closet and rummaged thru it to find the perfect outfit to get a man’s intention without trying to hard
i ended up picking a black long sleeved shirt with a low v line that showed my cleavage perfectly. i paired it with a white skirt short enough to have a peak of my ass and some christian louboutin heels i don’t know how they got my size but that’s not important right now
i do my makeup and hair and make my way to the dining table, the guard next to my door helping me get there again
the clicking of my heels catches chris’s attention, so far he’s the only one sitting at the table. he picks up his head that was burried in his phone, his eyes watching my closely
my hips swing side to side making my skirt lift the slightest bit. chris’s jaw drops, but not to much to make it noticeable but i could see it
he realizes he’s been staring for a while when i finally arrive and sit down in my seat that is literally right next to him
he clears his throat as he tries to hide his reaction, “uhh hii y/n good morningg”
i turn to face him, “good morning chris!! how was the party?” i ask with a smile on my face, which he mirrors
“it was alright. i came home almost 2 hours after i got there-” he takes a sip of his orange juice “-it got reallllly boring”
“oh really? how come?”
“i was mostly with one of my friends but then he ditched me-” he said in an offended way “-like how fucking rude right??”
i shake my head “yeahh, i mean what did he do?” i take a strawberry from the fruit platter in front of us
“this dude left me after a girl told him something to his ear, they probably broke a bed in that house” he rolled his eyes annoyed, taking another sip
a laugh escaped me, i put my hand over my mouth “sorry- i didn’t mean to-” i continue giggling
he turns around and started laughing as well “it’s okay it’s funny”
i calmed myself down before i asked “did you have any girls come up to your ear as well?” im discreetly planting my plan but deep down i really wanted to know, chris is very attractive and i wouldn’t be surprised if girls took their bras off at the sight of him
he looks me up and down, poking his tongue thru the inside of his cheek “no, i didn’t-” he grabs a raspberry “-wasn’t really in the mood anyway”
“oh yeah?-” a smile appears on my face, i try to hide it by turning my head over to grab another piece of fruit “-why tho?”
“i have certain expectations you know?” he gives me a slight side eye
“such as?”
he takes a small pause before he answers “darkish hair. big eyes. nice body-” he stares at my chest first before he makes his way to make contact with my eyes
i gulp as i readjust myself in the chair “so no girls fitted those expectations?” i take a sip of the cup of water
“nahh-” he slowly made his way to my ear, his sharp ass jaw that could cut thru metal makes an appearance “-but you do” he whispered seductively as he gently put his hand on my inner thigh
my breathe catched in my throat. my legs squeezing together to relief the throbbing pulse in my pussy but his grip is quite strong fuck fuck fuck
he pulls back a bit, still looking at me. i slowly turn my head to face him, i bite my bottom lip as i smile with my eyes. his thumb making small circles on my hot skin and my heart racing like a crazy person
he looks me up and down again, licking his lips god he’s hot. before either of us can say anything we hear footsteps from the distance
chris whispers “wait for me outside your door after this-” he squeezes my thigh “-okay pretty girl?” he releases his grip and i nod in responds
he goes back to eating his food and so do i as we wait to see who’s joining us and fucking interrupting
“good morning” matt says, in a monotone way. we both say it back to him. he sits down on his seat, he looks at both of us suspiciously before he started eating
the whole time, chris would wink at me here and there causing me to squeeze my legs even more. my mind thinking about all the different things he could do to me after this i cannot wait
i can tell matt notice our tension. he would give chris the death stare as if he knew what he was planning, but he didn’t care if anything it encouraged him todo it even more
after breakfast, well lunch since it was a bit late into the morning i left the table and waited for chris outside my room door like he asked. i told the guard to not worry about me that chris is on his way
a few minutes passed and i see him approach me. “hey so why di-” but before i can finish my sentence, he opened the door, dragged me by my waist and gently pushed me against it, making the door close in response
“chris wh-” he doesn’t let me finish again, instead he devours me with a kiss and holds my waist still in a strong but gentle grip. my hands instinctively goes to cup his gorgeous face. he makes his way to my jaw and neck, his hands pushing my skirt up to grab my ass giving it a squeeze
“chrisss-” my voice is breathless “-what are you doing” a groan leave me as he bites the sweet spot on my neck and sucks on it after. he rolled his hips against mine making me feel his hard rod, a moan left my lips
“shhhhhh-” he hooks his fingers in my skirt “-let me make you feel good y/n” he pulls down my skirt and panties in a split of a second. he kisses me again before kneeling in front of me
“just breathe and relax, let me do the work baby” he throws my leg over his shoulder and hooks his arm around to hold it in place, my louboutins making contact with the back of his hoodie
he kisses my inner thigh, little by little making his way to my aching pussy. he gives it a small peck and a moan leaves me “yeahhh you like that?” he does it again
“mhmmm”
“that’s ittt let go for me-” he drags his tongue on my wet folds making me throw my head back against the door “-you taste so sweet i could eat you all day”
“mhmmm fuucck chriss” im already out of breathe, my walls clench as he goes to my clit and flicks his tongue “oh-ohh my goddddd” my hand flies to hold onto his hair
he picks up the speed, his eyes never leaving mine as i rolls them back and i swear i could cum right then and there but i don’t yet
he shifts from flicking to sucking over and over again, the esctasy flooding all over me. im a moaning mess as im pulling his hair like my life depends on it
he slowly inserts his index finger inside me, the stretch feeling so good i almost scream his name. he hums against my clit as he pumps his finger into my slick folds
“chr-chriisssss ooohh im-imma cum fuckkkk!!” my vision is starting to blur, my lips are stuck in an O shape and nothing but nonsense and profanities come out of me
“cum on my tongue beautiful” he says as he inserts his middle finger
“holyyyy fuckkk” i practically scream. he hums again as he quickens the pace, sucking on my bundle of nerve like it’s his favorite lollipop. i start roll my hips so im riding his face as the knot in my stomach explodes
louder moans are echoed all over my room. chris kept eye contact with me the whole time, even now as im riding out the high
“such a good girl making a mess all over my tongue” he slurps up all of my juices. im so sensitive down there that i wince as he gives my clit a kiss before he gets up and meets my gaze
he holds my face as he kisses me, making me taste myself. my hands go to his belt and i start to unbuckle it
i drop to my knees as i pull his jeans all the way down while keeping the contact. he traces my jaw as i pulls down his boxers and his cock flies out oh my god it’s huge
“it’s okay baby-” he holds my chin up to him “-you can take my whole dick in that pretty mouth of yours right?” i nod as i take a gulp and go to grab the base of his member “good girl”
that word alone made me wet all over again. i drag my tongue from the base all the way to the tip, licking over the slit on the top that’s covered in precum
“fuckkkk mhmmm-” he grabs onto my hair as i suck on his angry tip and i twirl my tongue in small circles “-yeahh mhm just like thattt oh god” he puts my my hair in a makeshift ponytail
i start to slowly pump up and down on his hard shaft, humming against it. the vibration making his dick twitch in responds as well as several groans from chris
i pick up the pace “ohh my go-godddd” he throws his head back but does not let go of his grip on me. tears start to run down my face as im gagging on his huge cock in my mouth
“stay still” chris sternly said which i obliged. he grabs my head and hair even harder as he slams his hips forward, the sudden movement making me gag
i can’t breathe i cannot breathe at all but i don’t care, if anything my pussy is wishing it was the one getting slammed into instead of my mouth
he does not slow down, my saliva is starting to drip from the corners of my mouth. i can feel his dick twitch once more before i feel his hot fluid spill down my throat
profanities leave his mouth as he runs his high. i swallow every single drop of cum as i stare up at him. i slowly pull out his cock, i release my lips from his tip with a pop
chris catches his breathe as he makes his way down to meet my lips. this time the kiss is soft and intimate. my cups my face as he gently swipes his thumbs to clean my tears
he both pull of out the kiss breathless. after a few moments he stands up to put his clothes back on. he then helps me stand up and pulls my skirt and panties up
“we cannot tell matt about this-” he brushes a hair stand out of my face “-or he’ll kill us both”
“ye-yeah we can’t”
“i gotta go- ”he kisses my cheek “-see you y/n” and then he leaves the room, slowly closing the door
what the actual fuck just happened? im about to walk towards my bathroom when i hear a voice outside the door “chris what are you doing?”
oh shit
it’s matt
chapter 5
author’s note: hehe hope yall liked this one, i know it was mostly centered with chris on this one instead of matt but hey why have one when you can have both ;)
