Just imagine you and Matt cuddling in his bed during the fall. Snuggling under thick cozy blankets with fuzzy socks on and Gilmore girls playing in the background,
(requested by your demand..)
The air in his bedroom is warm and smells slightly of cinnamon and apples from the candle you were burning. His arms were wrapped around you a net of safety as you just enjoyed the calming feeling of each others arms,
“I love you Matt..”
You said quietly as your head laid softly a top his chest and your head slotting into his neck. The aroma of his cologne filling your nostrils. You could slowly feel your body grow limp as you enjoyed the comforting heat of Matt’s presence.
Matt enjoyed the pressure from your body, you were like his anchor. You always kept him grounded and moving, someone to keep him staring straight instead of back. Matt titled his head down slightly his chin resting on top your head and he could smell the faint smell of your shampoo and inhaled the sweet fragrance,
“I love you too..”
You smile softly at the tender words that feel so gently from his lips. Naturally your arms tightly wrap around him wanting to become closer then you already were.
“I’m proud of you and your book..”
Your words were so soft but spoke such volumes to Matt.
His project.
His book.
Matt smiled to himself and wrapped his arms around your frame and planted a kiss at the crown of your head.
“Thank you…”
Matt had hummed quietly into the air not wanting to ruin the atmosphere. Your sweet words of praise made his heart flutter and he couldn’t think of a better way to spend his fall.
With his personal project finally out and you wrapped in his arms…
warnings: 18+, MDNI, literal sex, slight cursing, oral sex, established relationship, short, no use of y/n
inspiration: request, I put a big spin on this request lolol bc I’ve written car sex before and felt like we needed something different
summary: You join Matt and his family on a vacation, and get lost together while on a hike. Instead of freaking out, you two take advantage of the sudden alone time.
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This vacation was supposed to be fun for you, full of laughter and adventures as you and Matt’s family explored the island and all it had to offer. You were looking forward to spending alone time with Matt in between the week’s packed schedule, maybe sneak in a session or two, but instead you were forced to share a room with Nick.
You love Nick and you wouldn’t mind sharing a room with him under any other circumstances, but all you wanted was quality time with your boyfriend. Mary Lou made the room arrangements, and although she knows you and Matt were having sex regularly, it wasn’t going to happen under her watch. So, instead of enjoying your time in paradise with your boyfriend, you’re being tortured and touch-starved.
Matt feels the same way every time he sees you wearing a bikini at the pool, a pair of shorts that hug you just right, or even when you’re eating and he watches your lips wrap around a fork. All he wants to do is drag you away and fuck you in the nearest secluded area, but he had to remind himself to keep his interactions with you family friendly.
This was going to be such a long trip to say the least.
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“Watch your step, baby,” Matt instructs, pointing towards the rocks that litter the path ahead. You hated hiking, especially in the hot island sun, but the tour guide promised a waterfall at the end that you just couldn’t pass up. You offer Matt a kind smile, holding onto him for support as you trudge further and further up the mountain. His arm stiffens as he supports your weight, helping you push yourself up a large rock.
His eyes trail up your legs, the shorts you’re wearing riding up slightly and exposing your asscheek. All week he’s struggled to keep his hands off of you, especially with his family so close all the time. But they’re pretty far up the hiking trail, he wonders if he’ll have enough time to push you up against the rock, pull down your shorts, and finally fuck you.
He debates it for a while, chewing the inside of his lip to distract himself from the growing sensation in his pants, but he’s broken from his thoughts by your voice, “Matt c‘mon we’re gonna get lost out here!” You’re crouched at the edge of the rock, stretching an arm out for him which causes your top to fall forward just enough to expose the bikini you’re wearing underneath.
All he wants to do is rip it off and watch your tits bounce as you ride him. “I’m coming,” he grunts, taking a hold of your hand and using the other to push himself up. He’s sweaty and sunburnt, slowly becoming tired of this dumb hike. You can tell he’s becoming overwhelmed and annoyed, so you wrap your arms around his waist.
“Don’t be so grumpy,” you tease with a downturned smile, pecking his lips playfully. His jaw is clenched, trying to stretch his neck far enough for you to miss his mouth. Your lips fall on his jaw, feathering a few kisses down his neck teasingly. “C’mon baby, just a little smile,” you continue to tease, your breath tickling the skin of his neck.
A small chuckle finally escapes his mouth, his tough guy demeanor crumbling and being replaced with a playful expression. “Why are you so grumpy?” your tone is still cheery because, despite also being tired, you’re trying to remain positive.
“Because we’re lost,” he replies blankly, allowing his arms to snake around your waist until his arms rest comfortable on your ass. He squeezes your ass, massaging the skin shortly after. You see the opportunity for a corny remark and take it, “I’m not lost if I’m with you.”
This causes him to burst out in laughter, finally giving in and returning the kiss, “you’re so fucking corny.” You smile into the kiss, you knew exactly what to do to make him feel better.
“I can make you feel better,” you reply between kisses, allowing your lips to travel further down his jawline and neck. He hums in response, the suggestion immediately sending blood rushing to his dick. You take this as an invitation to go through with your actions, slowly kneeling in front of Matt until you’re facing his crotch.
He watches in shock and excitement as you wiggle into the ground and begin unbuckling his shorts. Were you really going to suck his dick in the middle of the dense jungle? What if someone else came through the hiking path? Or worse, what if his family emerged from the dense flora and caught you with his dick in your mouth? As frightening as the idea was, it was also exciting, and Matt never the type to turn down a blowjob.
He watches in awe as you pull his shorts down, palming his dick through the fabric of his boxers. You kiss his penis through the cloth, waiting for a reaction from Matt. “Don’t tease,” he groans, causing you to finally slowly pull his boxers down.
Once it’s free, Matt’s hard dick slaps against his stomach, precum already forming at the red, swollen tip. You take a firm grip of him, slowly pumping and placing a sloppy kiss on his tip. He tastes salty, his precum mixing with the sweat from having hiked for hours.
His jaw is slack and his eyes are scrunched as you finally wrap your mouth around his tip. You’d usually take your time and tease Matt until he was begging for you to do something, but you’re so hungry for him that you can’t help but deep throat him instantly. Matt’s tip hits the back of your throat, causing him to instinctively buck his hips into your mouth.
Strong hands take a hold of your hair, creating a make-shift ponytail to provide him with the leverage necessary to fuck your face. You’re gagging around his cock, his hips snapping into your face and his hands pushing your head back and forth. Tears brim at your eyes with each thrust, your hands holding onto Matt’s thighs both for support and in an attempt to slow his movements.
He’s unrelenting, though, forgetting entirely about your need for oxygen. You moan around him, cheeks hollowing tight enough to help push Matt past his breaking point. His eyes are training on you, watching in awe as bubbles of saliva drip down your chin.
“So. Fucking. Sexy,” he grunts with each thrust, pulling out completely with a loud pop. Matt pumps his cock from above your face, giving you enough time to catch your breath before you’re opening your mouth again for him. He groans at your willingness to please, placing his fat, heavy cock on your flat tongue.
You scoot closer to him eagerly, waiting for him to paint your tongue with his cum. “So beautiful and eager,” he murmurs, stroking his cock one last time before unloading his cum in your mouth. Some of it shoots out far enough to land on your face, engraving an image in Matt’s head that he’s sure to use later.
One of your fingers scoops up the stray cum that frosted tour face, popping the remnants in your mouth as you stare intently at Matt. You want him to remember this for the remainder of this trip, to think about you on your knees with his cum on your face. You want him to remember how well you took his cock and for images of you to flood his mind at night, forcing him to find you and fuck you in another secluded, undisclosed location.
Without another word, you kiss his tip and spring up from the floor. “I think they went this way,” you say, pointing in a random direction, but if you were being honest you lost track of the group long before you dropped to your knees. Matt watches you in confusion, how were you able to recover so easily while he still stood there with his cock out? He’s barely coming down from his high, but he pulls his pants up and follows you anyway.
Matt’s skeptical, not entirely trusting your sense of direction. “Are you sure? It doesn’t look like anyone’s gone that way… ever,” he replies, taking in his surroundings. You wave him off, pushing through highly forested terrain as you attempt to find the group again.
“I’m sure. We’ll be fine,” you dismiss, leading the way deeper into the jungle. Hopefully Matt remained in a good mood for the rest of the hike, if not you’d be forced to work your magic again.
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At this point you don’t know which way is left and which is right, you’re just walking for the sake of moving. There are no trails in sight, but there are rocks at every twist and turn, and the sun is beginning to set. “I think we’re lost,” you finally admit, stopping abruptly in your tracks and doing a full 360 in an attempt to relocate yourself.
“You think?” Matt replies in a sarcastic tone, running an exasperated hand through his hair. You ignore his tone, chalking it up to the hike having worn him out. He was easily irritable, but you knew of a few ways to fix that.
“Well I hear water this way. That could be the waterfall?” you say, throwing a thumb behind you to signal that that’s where you hear the water coming from. Matt’s equally as lost as you are, but since you were the one leading the way it was easy to place the blame on you. “It could be, but what if it isn’t?” he retorts, raising his voice slightly.
“We’re already lost, Matt. What does it matter if it isn’t the waterfall?” you reply, mocking his voice slightly as you send him an annoyed look. You decide to just ignore him and begin walking towards the water instead of arguing in the middle of a deserted island, surrounded by dense vegetation and predators that were sure to wake when the sun set.
Matt throws his hands up in the air out of frustration as he follows behind you. If you were Chris or Nick he probably would’ve lashed out at you already, but he bites his tongue because he realizes that there’s no point in arguing. The only reason he’s responding so harshly is because he’s letting the situation and his pent up sexual frustration get the best of him.
The water gets louder the further you walk and the air becomes cooler. Finally, after pushing past vines and leaves, you see the roaring stream of water. Foam forms at the edge of the cliff where the water meets the ground, creating a large pool deep enough to swim in. It was such a beautiful sight, you couldn’t help but immediately throw your backpack to the ground and kick your shoes off.
“Told you it was the waterfall,” you say in excitement, suddenly feeling energetic again. You make swift work of your shirt, removing it before unbuckling your shorts. Matt’s equally as excited, tugging his shorts off as he watches you shimmy out of yours.
Your ass jiggles each time you pull at your shorts, finally revealing the bikini you wore underneath. Matt’s in his boxers, the fabric loose around his thighs but becoming tight around his crotch. He’s no longer frustrated with you, all he can think about is fucking you in the water, the water splashing each time he bucks into you.
His carnal, animalistic desires overrun his mind as images of you on the jungle floor with his cock balls deep in your mouth replay in his head. Matt joins you in the cool water, ready to have another adventure with you.
—
The sun has set and the moon has now replaced its position in the sky, shining down on you both while you effortlessly wade through the water. The pool is deep enough to reach your shoulders, but it reaches Matt’s lower chest. The loud, relentless waterfall makes it hard to hear Matt when he speaks so you’re forced to press your face against his to hear him.
“You look so sexy, baby,” he murmurs against your ear, his face so close to yours that you can feel his stubble graze your cheek with each word. Matt’s hands pull you close to him from under the water, allowing your legs to wrap around his torso as he supports your weight. Your ass settles just above his crotch, inches away from his throbbing penis.
You hum in response, pulling your face away slightly to capture his lips in a kiss. Nature managed to provide you with the perfect ambiance, perfectly secluded from all civilization for the first time this week. “I missed you all week,” you whispered into the kiss, giving Matt the perfect opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth.
He’s immediately moaning into the kiss, his tongue lapping in your sweet juices. He places two strong hands on your ass, pushing you down on his growing erection, eliciting a strained whimper from you. “Feel that?” he grunts, forehead flush with yours as he presses his crotch so hard on yours you can feel everything. His eyes are locked on yours, searching for a reaction.
Your core clenches instinctively at his words, you wish you could feel him. It seems like the waterfall becomes louder the more worked up you become, both of you blissfully unaware of the world around you. The stars are twinkling from above and the moon is shining directly on the pool of water you swim in, serving as a spotlight for the show you and Matt were about to put on.
His mouth is back on you, hungrily trailing kisses down the wet skin of your neck. He stops right above your collar bone, sucking and biting the skin until it’s purple. You’re gripping his hair and grinding down onto him, allowing the water to help you move effortlessly. All you want is to feel him closer after an entire week apart.
“Matt, just fuck me already,” you moan, becoming desperate for his touch. Usually he’d tease you and tell you to be patient, but even he was desperate for relief. He pulls you into another kiss, swiftly tugging his cock out of his boxers in the process. You try adjusting yourself over Matt, his fingers expertly moving your bikini to the side, causing you to squirm slightly as the fabric presses against your sensitive clit.
“Stay still,” he grumbles, aligning his cock with your entrance. You immediately do as you you’re told, eager to please and even more eager to feel him inside you. Without a second thought, his left hand is pushing you down on him and the right is keeping his cock in place. An immediate sigh of relief leaves Matt’s mouth once he bottoms out inside of you, adjusting himself so he’s able to support you from under your thighs. The sensation is euphoric, causing Matt’s knees to tremble as he tries to ground himself on the rocky floor beneath him.
Your legs are wrapped around Matt’s waist, using the position as leverage to begin bouncing up and down on his dick slowly. The momentum of your movements causes the water to push and pull around you, slapping against your chest with each thrust. “I missed this,” he moans, eyes squeezed tight as he tries to compose himself. The feeling is so pent up that he’s sure to bust in seconds, so he focuses on lasting long so he can make you feel good.
“I missed this too, baby. So much,” you reply, hanging on by Matt’s shoulders as you throw your head back in pleasure. You’re clenching around him, your pussy sucking him in deeper. Loud moans are coming from both of you, the waterfall swallowing them and washing them away.
Matt watches as your boobs bounce violently, threatening to spill out of your tight bikini top. It’s like they’re teasing him, willing him to pull the bikini off and toss it deep into the jungle. He yanks it down before he can stop himself, freeing your tits and immediately groaning at the sight.
You look so sexy on top of him, taking him like a champ and giving him a show while doing it. His hips rut into you quickly, balls slapping against your ass with each thrust. Your tits press against his chest, sensitive nipples grazing against his skin.
He’s fucking you so hard and fast at this point that his dick slips out of you, slapping against your clit in the process. The sensation causes your legs to shake and your core to clench once again. “Fuck,” he whimpers at the loss of contact, taking a hold of his cock and rubbing it against your pussy.
Matt manages to slip back into your folds aggressively, pounding into you at the same relentless pace from before. This was the sloppiest sex you’d ever had with Matt, but after a week completely deprived of him you’d gladly welcome it.
You’re both soaked, somehow managing to float under the waterfall. The pressurized water rains down on you, the stream coming down on you so hard it unties your bikini causing it to float downstream. “Matt! My top,” you gasp, reaching for your bikini and pushing your boobs together in the process.
Matt groans at the sight, your pillowy breasts bouncing as he fucks you like it’s the first and last time. Your spongy walls push against his penis, causing a sensation that sends him past his breaking point.
“We’ll get it later,” he responds between grunts, snapping his hips into you one last time before unloading his cum inside you. Just because he’s no longer moving doesn’t mean you aren’t still bouncing on his dick, causing it to twitch from the sensitivity.
“Babe,” he chuckles, his body instinctively attempting to pull away as the overstimulation becomes too much. You ignore him, chasing your climax with each jump. All he can do is hold onto you firmly and use all his strength to prevent his knees from buckling.
Finally, you’re convulsing around his cock and moaning loudly as your orgasm washes over your body. The sight is beautiful, your wet hair stuck to your skin, and your eyes rolling so far to the back of your head that all Matt sees is white.
He feels a sense of pride in making you feel this good, he’s never seen you react this animated during sex before. The combination of the location, the stimulation from the water, and the pent up sexual frustration being enough to intensify your orgasm.
Matt pulls you off of him slowly, gently placing you back down on the rocky floor. He gives you a goofy, fucked out smile as he glances down at your bare chest. Your bikini top is floating down stream quickly, threatening to get lost in the wilderness with each passing second. Your arms are quick to wrap around your chest, suddenly feeling exposed like you weren’t just having the loudest sex ever.
“I’ll get it,” he chuckles, adjusting his boxers and swimming downstream effortlessly towards your top. You thank God for sending you such an observant and kind boyfriend, one who was willing to make you feel good and then take care of you afterwards.
Once he reaches it, he throws the bikini your way, causing water to splash in your face. Even though he was just balls deep in you, you find yourself turning your back to him while you put the bikini back on. He’s too busy swimming against the stream to notice though, the realization of how lost you truly were finally settling in.
For now, though, the two of you were content with a night under the stars away from prying eyes.
In which Chris is on a Twitch live with Matt until he sees you cuddled up on his bed. He can’t resist, he has to leave the stream.
Pairing: Chris Sturniolo x Reader
Genre: Fluff
Warnings: None!! Enjoy loves!
Notes: I’m BACKKKKK!! I took a year off to really focus on my metal health and all I’m going to say is shit was ROUGH. But I’m happy to be back and I’m excited to write again! BTWWW!!! - Portuguese is my first language so I apologize for any grammar or spelling mistakes! I consider myself fluent by now but there’s definitely things I could improve on :)
Chris leaned back in his gaming chair, running a hand through his hair as he scanned the chat flying by on his second monitor. The stream had been going for a couple hours now — chill vibes, some chatting, a little bit of gaming, a lot of teasing his chat for being chaotic as usual.
"Alright, alright, who's spamming the heart emotes? I see you," he said with a grin, shaking his head. The chat exploded with "💕💕💕" and "CHRIS IS BLUSHING" and "he's thinking about her." He laughed it off, but honestly? They weren't wrong.
It was getting late, almost midnight, and a comfortable tiredness was settling into his bones. He was about to queue up another game with Matt when his eyes drifted toward his bed that was out of frame. And there you were.
Lying on your side, wrapped in his hoodie (the gray one he never let you steal, except he always did), blankets pulled up to your chin. Your eyes were closed, your breathing slow and even, one hand tucked under your pillow. The soft glow of the hallway light caught your face just right, and Chris felt his entire chest go warm.
He forgot for a second that he was live. "Holy—” He caught himself, letting out a quiet laugh. The chat exploded again.
"WHAT IS HE LOOKING AT"
"CHRIS??"
"he saw her chat he's done for"
"bro is GONE"
Chris smiled and leaned into the headset mic close, his voice dropping to a quiet murmur. “Yeah I gotta go guys. Matt, im hopping off.” The chat flooded with "WAIT" and "NOOO" and "IT'S HER ISN'T IT." He didn't even read them. He just clicked the "Leave Stream" button, pulled off his headset, and pushed back from the desk.
He padded towards the bed as quietly as he could, but the floorboards gave him away with a soft creak. You stirred, blinking sleepily. "Chris?" Your voice was all fuzzy and warm. "Go back to sleep," he whispered, already sliding into bed beside you. You turned toward him without thinking, pressing your face into his chest, and he wrapped his arms around you, pulling the blanket up over both of your shoulders.
"Stream ended early?" you mumbled against his shirt. He pressed a kiss to the top of your head, breath warm in your hair. "Yeah," he said softly. "Matt was getting tired." But in Matt’s room, the chat was still flooded with heart emojis and people yelling about how down bad their favorite streamer was. Matt rolled his eyes knowing exactly why Chris left.
Neither of you knew. Neither of you cared. Chris was right where he wanted to be.
hi! could I request a fic where reader and chris are dating, but prior to them dating she was besties with nick, and because she is always with chris, nick wants to spend time with just her to catch up on ru pauls drag race, but chris gets jealous and joins them in nicks room?
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themes/warnings: fluff, chris sturniolo x f!reader, platonic nick sturniolo x f!reader, not proofread
Please send in requests, they are open!! <3
wc: 633
you and nick had always been best friends. ever since you met in elementary school, you have had a tight bond. it took until a couple of years after graduation for you to become attached at the hip.
you were always around, so naturally, chris kind of fell in love with you. of course, he ended up telling his brothers about it and nick was able to set him up with you.
ever since, it has always been you and chris. now that you’re dating, nick hasn’t gotten much time with you, and you would be lying if you said it doesn’t make you sad.
so nick invited you to hang out with just him for once, and you joyfully agreed. so now, you’re sitting in nick’s room with him, catching up on ru paul’s drag race and just hanging out like you used to.
“it’s been so long since we last hung out,” you say, looking up ay the ceiling.
“i know, i almost regret setting you up with chris,” he jokes.
you don’t know it, but chris is sitting in his room staring at the wall, upset by the fact that you’re so close yet he can’t go see you. he had promised his brother he would let the two of you hang out again.
but the feelings of jealousy bubble up anyway.
he tries to leave you guys alone, he really does, but his jealousy is way too much. so he gets up out of his bed and starts walking to nick’s room.
you and nick are mid-conversation about ru paul’s drag race when you spot chris in the doorway, staring guiltily at the two of you.
“ugh,” you hear nick groan beside you. “really chris? i can’t even get an hour alone with my best friend anymore?”
you laugh despite yourself, smiling smugly at chris’s sheepish face.
“i tried, i really did,” chris says, fidgeting with his hands.
you smirk. “someone’s jealous,” you say in a teasing tone.
you see chris’s face go red. “oh, shut up,” he says. he walks over with fake annoyance, flopping on top of you, arms wrapped around your waist.
“chris…” you huff, raising an eyebrow.
“chris,” nick calls out, annoyed. “go away. this is my time with her.”
chris lifted one hand and raised the middle finger to nick. “too bad,” he says.
“you suck,” nick replies, flopping back against his headboard.
“that’s all you, nick.”
nick gasps dramatically and you laugh. chris smiles at the sound.
“can i please hang out with nick, baby?” you ask politely.
“no,” he says stubbornly against your chest. “mine.”
“she’s my best friend, chris,” nick says loudly.
“she’s my girlfriend,” chris replies.
nick practically gives up. chris can sense that he’s actually upset and tries to come up with a compromise.
“i’ll just lay here, and you guys pretend i’m not here,” he says, burying his face into your neck.
you look at nick for approval, knowing chris won’t let it go. nick rolls his eyes and sighs with dislike, but he nods anyway because he too knows his brother is stubborn when it comes to you.
to your surprise, chris actually doesn’t say a word. for a while at least. about thirty minutes after he made that deal, he speaks up again.
“baby can we go to my room now?” he asks hopefully.
“chris,” you sigh.
“please? you are paying too much attention to nick and not enough attention to me.”
you laugh, despite yourself, and nick just chuckles, fed up. “it was good while it lasted,” he says, leaning in to hug you as best as he can with chris in the way.
and with that, you and chris retreat to his room.
“maybe nick and i will hang out somewhere else next time.”
contains: guilt, unprotected sex, arguing, begging, self harm, let me know if i missed anything.
pairing: ex to bf!matt x ex to gf!reader
know before you read: lowercase intended. this was a request from
chris: hasnt it been like a month? why haven’t you apologized yet? she might have moved on.
matt: because she won’t talk to me. my chest physically hurts not being able to tell her i love her and i’m sorry.
chris: then go to her house right now, and tell her exactly that.
chris: you broke nicole’s heart, matt. she needs an apology.
it’s been a month since you and matt broke up. you two haven’t talked at all since that one night. you’ve thought of him every single day since you guys ended, and you wonder if he has thought of you too.
a knock at your house door interrupts your thoughts. you reluctantly go open the door and immediately feel tears in your eyes. “matt?”
“i’m so fucking sorry, nicole. i love you. i regret what i did so much. can you just give me time to explain?”
you swallow and hesitantly open the door for him to come in. “five minutes to talk.”
he nods and instantly starts talking. “i only did what i did with her because i thought i wasn’t good enough for you. i didn’t mean anything i said.”
you frown. “matt. it took you a month to come apologize, and this is what you say? i have cut myself almost everyday because of what you did.” you say, showing him your wrist.
he immediately starts sobbing. “shit..i’m so sorry. i didn’t want to hurt you, i promise. i feel so fucking bad.”
“does chris know? know that you broke my fucking heart and you beg to get me to come back?” you practically yell.
you sigh. “is she out of your life?” he nods multiple times. “she’s long gone out of my life.”
you nod and hug him, starting to sob also. you pull him to your bedroom and crash your lips into his.
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“are you going to make it up to me?” you question, receiving another nod.
you take his sweats off, taking your bottoms off also. “i missed you so fucking much.” you look up at him. “i missed you too.”
you both get on the bed. he puts you on your hands and knees and pulls off his boxers. you take off your panties and press back against him teasingly.
he slowly slides into you and groans, “fuckk..” he starts moving slowly after adjusting.
the room is quiet except for you and matt’s moans and breathing. he thrusts into you slowly, not going fast or hard.
“you’re so perfect..” he coos, receiving a whimper from you.
you guys are laying in bed together after finishing, you asleep and him on his phone.
matt: me and nicole made up.
chris: she actually forgave you after what you did?
matt: will you calm down, please? i’m not ever going to do it again. i’d kill myself before breaking her heart again.
chris: good.
when you wake up, the bed is empty where matt was. after walking out of your bedroom, you instantly smell pancakes. “matt sturniolo cooking? how suprising.” you tease.
⚠︎ - smut. pnv (unprotected). rough sex. use of safe word. swearing. pet names. fluff at the end?
wc: 0.9k
“chris- please. it’s too much.” you whine, the wet slap of skin on skin echoed throughout the room. your walls spasm around him as you felt his cock pressing up against your sweet spot, tearing a loud sob from your throat. your thighs already soaked and shaking from the uncountable orgasms you’ve had this past hour.
you trembled uncontrollably under chris as he slams into you over and over again, his fingers rubbing tight circles on your clit. “you can take it baby- fuckkkk.” he growled, his voice rough.
you were getting overstimulated, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes, practically begging to come out. you tried keeping up with the intensity of his thrusts but it started getting too much for you to handle. your mind reeling from all the pleasure and pain, you could feel yourself breaking.
“so fucking full of me, taking me so well.” a whimper escaped your throat, as chris takes his hand off your hip and presses down on your lower abdomen, causing you to gasp at the sensation of his cock filling you. tears finally fall down your flushed cheeks, your lower body reacting by trying to push away from his touch. but he didn’t stop. he was so lost in his mind, only thinking about how good you felt around him, forgetting to check on you.
his thrusts immediately getting harder and faster, you were nearing closer to your breaking point. chris had been taking out his anger from his sibling drama on you, taking it way too far. suddenly, he pulls out almost all the way and slams back into you, ripping a choked scream from your throat. you knew you couldn’t take anymore at this rate.
“o-orange.” you whimper, barely above a whisper. chris continues moving, too deep in his thoughts to notice you babbling incoherent words under him. you try again, “orange, chris. please.”
suddenly, everything stopped. his hips immediately stop at a halt. the haze of anger and lust leaving his mind, his breath catching in his throat realizing what he had done. you had used the word that you both agreed upon saying if things ever became too much.
dread washed over him in an instant, the realization of how far he’d gone finally sinking in. “fuck,” he breathed, the word barely more than a whisper. guilt crashed into him all at once, so overwhelming it left him struggling to catch his breath.
“i’m so sorry, sweetheart. i didn’t know i was being too harsh, i should’ve known better.” he whispered, voice thick of regret. his hands rub soft circles against your warm, tender skin. he stayed inside you, not slipping out knowing that it would cause you more pain.
“it’s okay, chris.” you choke out. his heart pounds in his chest, still aching with the fact you even had to use that word. he couldn’t believe himself and how far he had let himself go. his head drops down to your shoulder, pressing soft apologetic kisses doing whatever he could to make you feel better.
“please forgive me, y/n. i never meant for it to get that bad. i wasn’t thinking and i took my anger out on you. i promise that wasn’t my intention. i’m so so sorry. forgive me, love. please.” he softly pleads to you, bringing your hands up to his face. “chris, it’s okay. i promise. i know you didn’t intend to hurt me.” you reassure him.
a few moments passed in silence as chris traced gentle patterns across your skin, his touch lingering as he tried to calm you, offering comfort without a word. he brings himself up from your chest slowly, “im gonna pull out now, okay?” he whispers, only focusing on you, and you only.
you nod your head, wincing at the pain as he gently pulls out of you. the sound making his heart ache all over again, another wave of guilt flooding over him. his voice trembles as he presses a kiss to your temple, getting up from the bed. making his way to the bathroom, he reassures you that he’ll be back in a second.
a minute passes and chris is making his way back to you with a warm rag, cleaning you up. he starts at your thighs, becoming more and more gentle as he made his way up. you thank him softly as he throws the rag over to the side somewhere.
he lifts the blanket and covers you both, wrapping his arm around your waist, pulling you into his chest as you both lay skin to skin under the sheets. he apologizes to you over and over again, not accepting all your “okay’s”, just wanting to make sure that you’re fully safe.
again, his lips press softly against your shoulder, just laying there with you. all the lust that filled the room earlier, disappeared. now, it was all just love and gentleness. his thumb swipes over your stomach, rubbing small circles, murmuring soft apologies attempting to do something as he tried to make up for the pain he has caused.
time passed as chris listened to your breathing gradually even out, the tension leaving your body as sleep finally claimed you. careful not to disturb you, he pressed a gentle kiss to your cheek before settling beside you, his eyes growing heavy as he slowly drifted off to sleep as well.
tw!!: not proof read!, mention of death, angst, fluff, crying, cuddling, mentions of not eating, loss of self, petnames
its safe to say writing a book isn’t all sunshine and rainbows, especially when it’s about anxiety and loss. and well matt? he was going through it.
matt spent most days in his office writing if he wasn’t out filming with his brothers. recently he was going through it. snapping at nothing, losing patience faster than normal, and he stopped taking care of himself.
“i don’t fucking understand why you can’t just leave me alone sometimes! i mean holy shit i feel like i’m being suffocated!”
that fight happened about a week ago. you and matt weren’t necessarily ignoring each other, just quieter when it mattered. and you fucking hated it. all that you wanted was your boyfriend. your sweet, caring, sexy boyfriend. but you understood!! of course he was gonna be stressed out with his book! it was human nature.
so one night when you walked into his office to give him a light snack (you knew he wouldn’t eat it) and you saw him crying? oh your heart got ripped out of your chest.
“baby, baby, hey what’s wrong?” you ask in the softest voice, standing right behind him and rubbing his shoulders. “cmon baby look at me”
he lifts his head, eyes red and puffy like he’s been crying for hours and you just now noticed. “i-i-“ he starts with a wheeze, “i can’t do this- i- i don’t know why i thought i could-! i’m- im not strong enough for this bullshit! i- i was stupid to think i- id be able to- to process this- let alone write a whole fucking b-book about it!!-“
“-stop. stop it right now.” your voice cuts him off. “look at me. matt you are so strong. you are the strongest person i know. baby you aren’t stupid at all, you are so smart. you are brilliant. just breath, look at me baby.”
“but-but i can’t even write a good book!”
“matt your book is wonderful. and anyone who can’t see that is stupid. i love you. so so so much. you’re way too hard on yourself sometimes. come on, let’s go lay down.”
“i-i’ve failed you. i’m a shit boyfriend you- you deserve someone better. i-i don’t understand why you still chose me when-when all i do is hurt you.”
that broke you, now tears were in your eyes and you pulled him into your arms,nhis face against your stomach.
“matt stop- p-please just stop. i love you. i love you so much. i’m not here because i have to be i’m here because i CHOSE to be. you-you are so special to me.”
he pulls back and cups your face
“do you mean that? please tell me you mean that.” you nod in response and before you can say anything he crashes his lips onto yours. the kiss starts messy, desperate to show all his love for you. then it slows, soft pecks that end with his forehead against yours.
“let’s go lay down” he whispers against your lips that are now swollen from kissing.
he stands up, weak. he leans most of his weight on you, the food you brought is left on his desk, completely forgotten. the whole way to the bedroom he sniffles softly, crying into your shoulder. once in the bedroom he takes his hoodie off, now only in sweatpants that show his v-line. you lay down first, looking at him, he looks at you— before plopping down right on top of you which pulls a giggle out of you.
“what did i do to deserve you baby? hm?”
he peppers your face and neck with kisses.
and soon, sleep pulls at both of you, matt on top of you, your matt.
and suddenly it’s as if every doubt in his mind fades. you are his medicine.
Over the last two months — over thousands of people have died from the contagious bites from zombies. You don't know how many survivors there are. You don't know if this is affected worldwide or if just Massachusetts got the bad luck. You never would have been prepared for this, not if you didn't have your father.
He hasn't left your side since that emergency broadcast took over every single electronic device in Boston. Constantly watching, alert, gun gripped tightly in his rough hands, finger just centimeters away from the trigger, ready to shoot the walking dead in the heart. And that's exactly what's happening now.
The streets are quiet. No groans from zombies, no screams, no noise. And that scared you more than any loudness ever could.
Your steps were quiet, boots crunching softly under gravel, one hand holding the strap of your backpack, the other had Loki's leash wrapped around your knuckles.. "Don't worry, sweetie, the grocery store isn't far," your dad said, rubbing your back for a short moment before pulling away like affection burned him.
When you'd stepped into the dark building, fridges sizzling like their on their last breath, the cashier untouched since the last person who worked their night shift before the apocalypse. It was deathly silent as you both snuck through.
Now — Matt was on isle ten, silently shoving canned food into his bag, movements quick and practiced, like he understood exactly how to be silent. His shaggy hair was messy, facial hair outgrown into a stubble along his clenched jaw.
Then, he heard a crash from down the store. His body worked on reflexes as he slammed the last can in his bag, zipping it and then reaching for the gun strapped into his belt. Flicking off the safety, he held the firearm high, pointed straight until he heard hushed voices.
"You're being too loud," came a hushed man's voice, then your apologetic whisper replied. "I'm sorry, dad," so quiet he almost didn't hear it. But he didn't drop his gun, to dead set on the idea that it might be a zombie or someone who got bit.
When Matt rounded the corner with the weapon, you'd looked up, eyes widening in surprise. Your dad had already seen, his gun also raised as he took a side step in front of you. "We're not bit," your dad spoke, voice low and protective. Matt paused when he saw you.
Soft eyes, hair tied back, an oversized hoodie half off your shoulder with a gun strapped to your bare thigh. And he lowered his gun. Barely, but a little bit. He still stayed quiet, untrusting and hesitant. Then his blue eyes fell to the german shepard by your side — also now stood tall in front of you somehow also protecting you.
"You sure?" He cocks a brow, tilting his head in focus as his finger moved closer to the trigger. He didn't wanna shoot, and he probably wasn't gonna, but it wouldn't be the first time a human has lied to him and then nearly eated his arm off. "Yes, jesus, what more do you want?" your dad snapped, clearly gaining frustration at Matt's actions.
Then, you spoke up, quiet but polite. "Are you alone?" You question, nudging your foot gently onto Loki's bum, silently telling him to sit. And he listened, perching into a sitting position right between your slightly spread legs. Matt snickered, gun finally dropping. "And what does it matter to you?" He snaps, shoving his gun back into his waistband.
"Get your food and go back to whatever shelter you own," He snickered, turning to walk back. You blinked in surprise at the gruff and mean tone in his voice. "What'dya own the place? Is there any reason to be that much of a—" your dad spoke up, quick to jump to your defense. But you interrupted him.
"Hey, hey, it's okay, he's probabaly just stressed," you say, finding it odd but understanding. I mean, you guys were in a zombie apocalypse after all. "C'mon, we got what we need"
And with that you held your father's arm, before guiding his angry figure back out of the store.
𝑺𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚: You struggle with overwhelming grief after Matt’s death. At his grave, you reflect on the future you lost together, and later find a small sense of comfort when Chris joins you, as you both share your pain and support each other.
𝑪𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝑾𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔: Very angsty, mentions of grief, death of a loved one, suicideal thoughts, survivor’s guilt, depression, SH and relapse mentions, smoking, emotional breakdowns, therapy, mental health discussions, disturbing dreams, heavy emotional themes, unhealthy coping mechanisms, use of y/n, use of nicknames (honey). If you need help, please call or text 988. (U.S) Or visit findahelpline.com to find support in your country.
𝑨𝒖𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒓𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆: I was bawling it at this fic bruh @dailydoseofchratt thanks for letting me use inspo twina
"it's been one month since he passed"
You said shakily to your therapist. "I don't even want to believe he's gone."
Your lips shake and she gives you a look of sympathy, picking up her clipboard with lined paper on it.
"Do you think you handled his funeral well?" She asks. You nod and swallow softly.
"That's good." She says quietly.
You wipe your eyes. "I miss him a lot, Mrs Linda." You fidget with your sleeve, snapping the rubber band against your wrist.
She tilts her head.
"Have you relapsed recently?" She asked.
You chew at the inside of your cheek and nod, tears welling up in your eyes.
"How long ago?" She asks, not forcing or pushing you to tell.
"About 3 days ago," you say shamefully. She nods. "It's nothing to be ashamed about,"
You shrug, pulling your legs up to your chest in the chair.
"I should've been there with him, I should've went with him," You hiccup, holding in a sob. "It's not fair."
You say, looking out the window behind her.
"It's normal to feel that way, Y/N." You sniffle and lean your head back.
"We were supposed to get married...have kids." You say.
"We always said we'd name the girl Delilah and the boy Owen." You say, a sad smile on your face. She smiles and nods.
"Those are beautiful names." She says, glancing at the clock.
"I'm sorry honey, it looks like our time is up." She says, grabbing a piece of paper.
"If it makes you feel any better, i can sign you up for depression pills, no side effects."
She writes what she needs to write and hands it to you. You take the paper in your hands.
She stands, and you follow after her. She puts a sympathetic hand on your shoulder.
"I feel for you, y/n, I really do." You nod and she follows you out of her office.
"I'll see you next session, m'kay?" You nod. "See you."
The days after felt like hell. You dreamt of him again, like you do every night.
"Come on, y/n!" He says with a grin as he runs through the field. "Matt, where are we? I can't run that fast!" You say, a wide grin on your face as you try and pick up your pace.
You trip, falling into the grass with a thud. You groan and lift up your head.
"Matt, help!" You say with a laugh, looking around.
You realise he's not there.
"Matt?" You say, confused. "Matt???" You repeat, louder this time.
You get up and start to run again.
"Matt!" You yell.
You stop abruptly as you see him on the floor, blood pouring from his wrists.
Tears fall down your eyes as you fall to the ground next to him.
"I'm so sorry, Matt, I'm so so sorry."
You say, resting your head on his chest.
"Y/n..." You hear a voice faintly calling your name. You lift up your head.
"Come on, you have to wake up." They say. "Matt?" You call. You feel a small shove.
You wake up to Chris' laying next to you.
"Matt.." you say softly. Chris shakes his head, tears rising in his eyes.
"No honey, it's me, Chris." You analyse his features.
"You look so much like him..." You say softly, placing a hand on his cheek.
He nods, choking back tears. "I know, I know."
You break down, burying your face into his shoulder.
He threads his fingers through your hair. "You were saying his name in your sleep." He says softly.
You don't answer.
A few hours go by and you're getting ready to visit his grave, putting on the blue hoodie that was his favourite.
You grab your keys and walk out the door.
The drive felt like the longest 10 minutes of your life, knowing you'll be visiting him, but you won't be visiting him.
You stop the car at the front of the cemetery and walk to his grave.
You sigh and sit next to his tombstone. "Hi Matt," you say.
"I miss you a lot."
He doesn't answer. Of course he doesn't, he can't. He never will.
"I miss the sound of your voice... Your smell...I miss your touch."
You sob, then you laugh. "If you were here right now you'd probably call me corny." You sniffle, wiping your nose.
"I always loved that about you, you were able to make a joke out of everything."
The wind blows softly through the cemetery, making the trees creak and leaves fall above you.
You fidget with the sleeves of Matt’s hoodie that you put on, his favourite one. The one he only accepted you wearing.
It still didn’t even feel real.
Like somehow he’d still come walking up the hill with that stupid lopsided smile, laughing at you for crying over him again.
You rest your head against the weeping angel over his grave, your head fitting against it's rough shoulder like it was his.
“Chris says I should start writing songs again,” you mumble. "To make me feel better."
Matt always loved the songs you would right, he would sometimes even try and sing your lyrics.
“He also says I should eat properly again," you say, quieter this time.
"Keeps leaving snacks outside my bedroom door like I’m some scared animal.” A shaky laugh leaves your lips.
“He misses you too, you know.”
Silence.
You close your eyes.
“Nick won’t go in your room anymore.” Your voice cracks.
“And Chris acts fine until everyone goes to sleep.” You swallow hard. “Then I hear him crying.”
You look to the side. "I hate hearing him cry."
Your chest aches so badly you think it might split open.
“I don’t know how to do this without you.” The words come out smaller than you meant them to.
A tear slips down your cheek and lands on the sleeve of the hoodie.
"I'm smoking again." You swallow.
"On the brightside I haven't relapsed in a week." The wind dies down and the only sound you can hear is your own ears ringing.
“You promised me forever, Matt.”
You sit there for a moment.
"Now I know to never drink root beer again, or I'll get emotional." You laugh softly at yourself again.
"God." You mumble, wiping your eyes. The breeze suddenly picks up, cold against your face.
You take something out of your pocket and place it on top of his grave. Something you made for him for his birthday.
You never got to give it to him.
"I made this for you." You say softly. "Blue was your favourite."
It was a small blue rose keychain that had a small ribbon tied around it.
"The ribbons supposed to be me attached to the blue rose at all times."
You choke out a sob. "The blue rose was supposed to be you."
You squint, trying not to let your tears out.
Then your phone buzzes.
You almost ignore it. But eventually you pull it from your pocket.
"'Chrissy wissy🤞🥹' is calling"
You answer weakly.
“Hello?”
“Hey,” he says softly. “You at the cemetery?”
You glance at the angel. "Yeah,"
There’s a pause on the line.
“Can I come sit with you?” your voice shakes as you reply. “mhm.”
Ten minutes later, Chris walks up the hill carrying three coffees.
His hair is messy, hoodie half zipped, eyes red like he hasn’t slept.
For a second it's painful to look at him.
He looks so much like Matt it practically winds you.
Chris sits beside you quietly and hands you a coffee, then puts the other one next to Matt's grave.
The silence isn’t awkward.
Not at all.
Just... sad.
Chris finally exhales.
“I had a dream about him too.” You look over at him.
“He was making fun of me,” Chris says with a watery laugh.
“Said I looked homeless because I forgot to shave.”
A small tired laugh escapes you before you can stop it.
“Sounds like him.”
“Yeah.”
Chris stares at the grave for a long moment before speaking again.
“I think…” He pauses, swallowing.
“I think he’d be disappointed in us.”
You furrow your brows. “Why?”
“Because we've basically stopped living.”
The words strike a nerve more than you expected.
Chris wipes at his face quickly. “He loved you so much, y/n. More than anything.” his voice shakes.
“And if he knew you were hurting yourself because he’s gone-”
“I know,” you whisper.
“No,” Chris says gently. “You don’t.”
He looks at you then, really looks at you, and you look at him back, no matter how much it hurts.
“He wouldn’t want you to follow him.” Your eyes burn again.
“I miss him too much.”
“I know.”
Chris reaches over carefully, like he’s scared you’ll break apart, and takes your hand.
“Missing him..." He pauses. "Missing him and joining him aren’t the same thing.”
You stare at his face for a moment too long, almost reminiscing.
The rubber band still sits around your wrist.
Slowly, Chris reaches over and slides it off.
Neither of you say anything about it. He just stuffs it quietly into his pocket.
The sun begins setting behind the cemetery, warm orange light spilling across the grass.
For the first time in a long time, the ache in your chest doesn’t feel quite as suffocating.
Still there. Still horrible. But survivable.
You lean your head against Chris’ shoulder and look at Matt’s grave one more time.
"missin' you heaps, baby,” you whisper.
The wind blows softly through the trees again, and both of you sob.
You try to smile, but you can't.
"You don't have to pretend you're fine, you know." You say. He just nods.
You and him stay beside Matt’s grave until the sun disappears completely, sitting quietly with your shoulders pressed together.
The grief still hurts like hell, but for the first time in weeks, it doesn’t feel quite as lonely.
you and Matt are visiting his family back in Boston, and finally have some alone time together after hectic days. since you're a loud moaner, Matt has to do something to keep you quiet...
"they’re gone. finally." you hear Matt grumble as he closes the bedroom door with a soft click, the sound amplifying the sudden quiet of the house. he turns, his gaze locking onto yours, a need in his eyes that made your stomach clench.
"gone? really gone?" you whisper a little too excited,
"mom just texted. they’re picking up the pizza. and they promised to stop for ice cream. we have… time." he smirks.
he reaches the bed, his hands landing on your knees, his fingers warm through your jeans. a shiver traces a path up your spine.
"how much time?" your voice a little breathy,
his thumbs graze the denim over your thighs, sending currents through you, "enough. more than enough."
the last few days, filled with polite family dinners, forced smiles, and stolen glances, had been a special kind of torture. every brush of shoulders, every accidental touch, ignited a wildfire that had nowhere to burn. now, the dam threatened to burst.
he leans in, his scent, something earthy and clean, surrounds you. your eyes flutter closed as his lips finally meet yours. it’s not just a gentle kiss; it’s a desperate, starved communion. his mouth is hot, demanding, his tongue tangling with yours. you respond with your fingers digging into his shoulders, pulling him closer until there’s no space left between you.
the kiss deepens, a messy dance of tongues and teeth. a soft moan escapes your throat, lost in the intensity of his kiss. his hands slide from your knees, up your thighs, finding the soft curve of your hips, pulling you flush against him. you feel the hard ridge of his erection pressing against you, a clear indication of his own desperate need.
"Matt…" you pull back slightly, your lips swollen
his forehead rests against yours, his own breath ragged, "god, i’ve needed you. so bad."
his fingers fumble with the button of your jeans with urgency. you help him, your own hands shaking as you unfasten the denim. the zipper groans as it gives way, and he pushes the jeans down your hips, his touch sending goosebumps across your skin. he pulls back just enough to watch, his eyes dark with desire, as your jeans fall to your ankles, pooling around your feet.
you wear a pair of delicate lace panties, a soft pink against your skin. his gaze lingers there that makes your core ache.
he kneels before you, his hands cupping your bare thighs. his thumbs trace the lace, teasing the edge of the fabric. you shift on the bed, a soft whimper escaping you. he leans in, his tongue darting out to taste the skin of your inner thigh, just beneath the pink lace. a jolt shoots through you, electrifying every nerve ending.
"Matty, please… don’t tease now, we need to hurry.." as your fingers thread into his hair
he rises, pushing you gently back onto the bed until you’re lying on your back, your legs still bent, your knees tented. he hovers over you, his eyes never leaving yours, a question passing between you. you answer with a slight nod, a silent invitation.
he sheds his own clothes with a practiced ease, his movements fluid and quick. his t-shirt lands on the floor. his jeans follow, and then his boxers, exposing his cock, thick and hard. it pulses with a life of its own, a deep red head gleaming with pre-cum.
he kisses you again, a slow, deep exploration, his tongue swirling with yours. his hand travels down your stomach, finding the warm, wet slit between your legs. his fingers tease the lace of your panties, then slip beneath, finding your clit. a gasp tears from your throat, muffled by his kiss.
his thumb circles your clit, a gentle, insistent pressure that sends shivers through your entire body. you arch into his touch, your hips lifting instinctively. your panties are already damp, the lace clinging to your skin.
"oh, fuck…" you pull away moaning, loud.
"you’re so wet for me." he responds.
he pulls your panties down, his fingers still teasing your clit as he slips the fabric past your hips. they come off with a soft resistance, pooling around your ankles, joining your jeans. you are completely exposed, your pussy wet and swollen, the inner lips glistening.
he pushes your legs further apart, his gaze fixed on your sex. he leans down, his breath warm against your sensitive skin. his tongue darts out, licking the sensitive folds of your pussy. a cry escapes you, pure pleasure.
your back arches, your fingers digging into the sheets, "Matt!" you cry out.
he sucks gently on your clit, his tongue swirling, teasing, driving you mad. you are a tangled mess of sensations, your body humming, vibrating with need. your hips buck, seeking more, always more.
"you’re going to be loud, aren’t you?", he asks, voice muffled since his mouth is still on your pussy
suddenly, a loud, insistent *HONK* echoes from outside. both of your heads snap towards the window. your eyes widen in alarm, "fuck, they’re back already!", while you hear the front door open.
Matt’s eyes dart around the room, a frantic energy seizing him. your panties lay discarded on the floor, a soft pink accusation. his gaze lands on them, then back to your face, a mischievous glint in his eyes.
a wicked grin spreading across his face as he says,
"i told you we had time. just not… this much."
he snatches your panties from the floor, the delicate lace a stark contrast to the urgency of the moment.
"what are you doing? they’ll hear us! i’m always so loud…" you whine,
he doesn’t answer, his movements swift and decisive. he twists the panties into a soft ball, his eyes locking onto yours, a silent command in their depths.
"shhh baby… gotta keep quiet now" a low whisper in response.
he pushes the soft, lacy ball into your mouth, gently but firmly. the fabric is surprisingly soft against your tongue, a strange, sweet taste of your own filling your mouth. your mouth is full, unable to form any sound beyond a muffled hum.
your eyes, wide with surprise and a sudden rush of adrenaline, meet his. a wave of heat washes over you, a mix of embarrassment and an unexpected thrill. he leans in close, his lips brushing your ear.
his voice a husky whisper, a hint of dark humor in it,
"this is for your own good, sweetheart. wouldn’t want to give my mom a heart attack, would we?"
he grins, a devilish glint in his eyes. he positions himself between your legs, his hard cock hovering at your entrance. you can feel the heat radiating from him, the tip slick with pre-cum. your pussy aches, clenches, desperate for him.
he pushes in slowly, his eyes fixed on yours, watching your reaction. the soft fabric in your mouth prevents any sound, but your eyes convey everything: the shock, the pleasure, the overwhelming surge of sensation. your lips stretch around the fabric, your cheeks puffing slightly.
his cock slides in, a slow invasion. it’s a tight fit, your body still adjusting to the sudden, unexpected intrusion. a muffled grunt escapes you, a sound of pleasure, trapped behind the lace. he pushes deeper, filling you.
your pussy clenches around him, a tight, wet glove. he groans, a deep, guttural sound that vibrates through your joined bodies.
the rhythm begins, slow and deliberate at first, then building in intensity. his hips pump against yours, his balls slapping against you with each thrust. the sound is a wet, rhythmic shlick. you can feel his foreskin sliding back and forth, rubbing against your inner walls.
your body responds instinctively, your hips rising to meet his thrusts. your hands find purchase on his shoulders, your fingers digging into his skin, leaving faint red marks. the panties in your mouth feel strange, a soft gag that heightens every other sensation. the inability to vocalize your pleasure makes it even more intense, a delicious, agonizing burn that spreads through your core.
he leans down, his lips brushing your neck, then your collarbone. his breath is hot against your skin, and you can feel the tremor in his body, a reflection of your own. his voice ragged, close to your ear,
"fuuuck, you feel so good. so fuckin’ tight."
he pulls back slightly, his eyes searching yours. he sees the pleasure, the desperation. a satisfied smirk plays on his lips.
your pussy is slick, wet, a balance of squelching sounds accompanying each of his deep penetrations. you can feel the pressure building inside you, an unbearable tension.
your body starts to spasm, small tremors rippling through you. your toes curl, your fingers clench. the panties in your mouth are soaked with your saliva, a sweet taste. you push against him, your hips bucking and urging him on.
he groans, his breath catching in his throat. he pumps faster, deeper, his cock burying itself inside you with each thrust. the friction is amazing.
you can feel yourself nearing the edge of orgasm. your pussy clenches around him, squeezing, milking him. he lets out a quiet groan, his body tensing, then shuddering.
he spills inside you, a hot, thick gush that fills you completely. your body convulses around him. your muffled cries are lost behind the fabric, but your body speaks volumes, arching, trembling, seizing.
he collapses onto you with his cock still hard and full, remaining buried deep inside you, pulsing with the aftershocks of his climax.
he pulls the panties from your mouth, the fabric wet and warm. you gasp, drawing in a shaky breath, your lips swollen and tingling.
"holy fuck…" is all you manage to say.
he kisses you again, he tastes of you, of sex, of pure bliss.
