Minors Dni!

minors dni!

“s’so tight, so wet baby.” he huffed pushing further into your sloppy pussy.

“fuc - h, fuck.” was the only thing you could make out hearing the slapping of skin echoing through the room.

bent over his desk, in an exposing and compromising position, lips plump and puffy from the previous make out.

that cunt of yours pulsing around his hefty cock which after a few thrusts felt like it had entered your throat.

his palm gripping at the soft skin of your hip, his back flush against yours as he pumped into you.

after only a few weeks of plotting you landed the hottest professor on campus, all anyone could talk about during his class were the glasses sitting on the bridge of his nose, the tan-line on his now empty ring finger and his hoarse voice.

reminiscing on your successful little plan subsided when the rough thrusts somehow deepened, harshly pushing into you and hitting spots you didn’t even know existed as the frat-bros in your area could never reach it.

papers that laid against the desk floating away with every inch of him re-entering you.

“there was no -homework right—?” you say through broken moans.

a sigh drags from his lips, “d-don’t even say that t’me right — now.” 

they’re both in their 20’s !!

no tags since this is really short ! wanted to post this weekend, lengthy writings coming soon.

🕰️ credits: used @g6scoigne’s header with a few tweaks, @plutism divider.

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matt slumped back into his chair, the dim glow of his monitors casting soft, shifting shadows across his face. the steady rhythm of rain tapping against the window filled the room, blending seamlessly with the gentle melodies playing in the background. it wasn’t his usual stream playlist—this one was filled with warm, comforting songs that wrapped around him like a familiar blanket. the kind of music that made you feel like everything would be okay, even on a dreary day. his fingers tapped idly on the edge of his desk, following the slow, soothing rhythm.

his eyes flickered to the twitch chat, watching the comments race by in their usual frenzy—inside jokes, random questions, and declarations of love. the stream chat scrolled rapidly, filled with messages from fans reacting to everything from his commentary to the choice of music. “matthew bernard sturniolo, what do you know about jeff buckley?” he couldn’t help but let a small smile curl at the corner of his lips.

“i know everything about jeffrey scott buckley, sweetheart,” he replied, his voice softer than usual, almost in tune with the rain outside. “he’s my girlfriend’s favourite artist.”

that one word, “girlfriend,” sent the chat into chaos. messages flooded in faster than he could read them, demanding to see her, to bring her onto the stream. he chuckled softly, shaking his head as he read the scrolling frenzy of reactions. “alright, alright,” he muttered, pulling out his phone to send a quick text.

the moments that followed felt like an eternity. matt could see the anticipation in the chat, his own nerves buzzing under his skin. when the door to his room creaked open and yn stepped inside, the chat exploded again. you were hesitant, your steps slow, your eyes wide at the sheer number of viewers on the screen. nerves instantly kicked in. matt noticed your unease immediately. without missing a beat, he turned away from the chat and focused entirely on his girlfriend.

matt’s eyes met yours, his expression softening. “hey,” he greeted softly, his voice a calm anchor in the swirling storm of your anxiety. “just look at me, okay? don’t worry about them,” he whispered, reaching out to pull you onto his lap.

“sorry about the ambush,” he said with a chuckle, his eyes locked onto yours, deliberately avoiding the screen. “they got excited, and i got caught up in it.”

you nodded, a small smile breaking through your initial apprehension. “it’s okay,” you said quietly, your voice barely above a whisper.

gradually, as matt continued to talk to you—ignoring the chat’s frenzy and focusing on your private little world—you began to loosen up. you glanced at the camera and then back at matt, who was still looking at you with that comforting grin. you laughed softly, and it was like a breath of fresh air.

“you always make it seem so easy,” you said, shaking your head. “i feel like i’m forgetting how to talk.”

“that’s ‘cause you’re overthinking it,” he teased, nudging you gently. “just be your pretty self.”

“easier said than done,” you mumbled, nestling further into his arms, needing to feel him to ease some of your nerves. matt felt you sigh out anxiously as you tried to read the chat, sensing your overwhelmed state with each passing second.

“how about i read off some of the questions for you, angel?” he murmured softly, his lips grazing the side of your face. you nodded in response, visibly relieved.

matt glanced back at the chat, his eyes skimming over the questions that piled up, each one more curious or chaotic than the last. his hand rested on your waist, his thumb gently tracing comforting circles as he leaned closer, his breath warm against your ear.

“okay, let’s see,” he said, scrolling through the messages with one hand while keeping you close with the other. “someone asked, ‘what character do you resonate with the most?’” he read it out loud, his voice soft and soothing, as if speaking to you alone.

you hummed, still a little shy but feeling more secure in matt’s arms. “that’s a tough one,” you began, your voice gaining a bit more confidence. “but probably molly from the movie uptown girls.” you answered softly, the warmth of matt’s touch and the comfort of his presence giving you more courage. “i just love her spirit,” you continued, settling more comfortably in his lap. “she’s chaotic and kind of a mess, but she’s also so full of life. she doesn’t have everything figured out, but she’s got a big heart, and she loves fearlessly—even when she gets hurt.”

matt nodded, his gaze steady on yours, filled with that quiet admiration he often wore when he watched you talk about something you cared about. “she’s definitely more of someone who i wish to be,” you finished, looking at matt’s attentive gaze and back at the chat.

"she's got those big, doe eyes just like yours—always looking at the world with wonder."

matt’s comment made you blush, and you nudged him gently with your elbow. “you think so?” you asked, a smile breaking across your face despite the shyness creeping back in. the way he looked at you—with that kind of softness, like you were the only thing in the world worth focusing on—made your heart flutter in your chest.

“yeah,” he said, his voice low and sincere. his thumb continued to draw comforting circles on your side, keeping you grounded.

the chat seemed to explode in response, the viewers reacting to matt’s sweet words. you could feel your cheeks burning a bit, but there was no way to hide the grin spreading across your face. you tucked your head against his shoulder, momentarily overwhelmed by the attention. “okay, enough about me,” you said, still smiling but trying to deflect the focus back. “what about you? what character do you resonate with, silly boy?”

he chuckled, raising his eyebrows playfully at the use of the nickname. “well, when you put it like that, it sounds like a loaded question,” he joked, then took a moment to think. “but obviously, dipper from gravity falls.”

you laughed softly, already knowing that it would be his answer, seeing as he has always felt passionate about this topic and felt that his similarities to the character just had to be vocalized any chance he got.

matt smiled, a bit more subdued this time, but there was a light in his eyes.

the chat kept buzzing with comments, some agreeing with their choices and others throwing in their own suggestions. you glanced over, feeling a little more comfortable now. “they’re saying you could also be a charlie from perks of being a wallflower,” you pointed out, teasing him slightly.

matt laughed, leaning his head back. “i guess i give off that vibe, huh? quiet, introspective… a little awkward,” he joked, and you couldn’t help but giggle.

“maybe just a bit,” you agreed, squeezing his hand. “but i think it’s cute.”

leaning your head against his shoulder, you felt a sense of calm wash over you. the sound of rain tapping against the window, the soft, comforting music in the background, and matt’s gentle presence all wrapped around you like a warm blanket. and even though thousands of eyes were watching, for a moment, it felt like it was just the two of you, sharing this quiet, intimate space.

“matt or boba?”

your soft chuckle broke the tranquil silence, drawing matt's attention as your eyes caught a playful comment from the chat. “boba,” you said with a smile, your voice light and teasing.

matt arched an eyebrow, glancing over at you with a bemused expression. “what?” he asked, not quite understanding why you’d suddenly blurt out such a random word. his confusion was written all over his face—the way his messy brows pulled together, his eyes locked on yours with that piercing intensity, and his lips parted ever so slightly, the way they always did when he was puzzling something out.

the sight made you smile even more. without a word, you leaned in and brushed your lips against his, a soft, fleeting kiss that ended far too quickly for matt’s liking. as you pulled away, he let out a quiet, almost inaudible whine, a sound that was just for you, given the close proximity between the both of you.

“such a fuckin’ tease,” he murmured, his breath warm against your lips, eyes searching yours with a hint of playful longing. it was the kind of look that made you want to forget about the stream, the chat, and everything else—just to savor the moment a little longer.

as the stream continued, you began to ease into the rhythm, finding your footing in the chaotic swirl of comments and questions. the warmth of matt’s body beneath you, the steadiness of his hand on your waist, and the sound of his voice were like anchors, grounding you amidst the wild energy of his audience. slowly, your nerves faded away, replaced by a growing sense of comfort.

“so, what’s the deal with you and enya?” one of the viewers asked, the question catching your eye. a grin tugged at your lips as you thought of your best friend.

“enya is honestly my favourite being,” you said, a soft smile blooming across your face. “we’ve been through so much together, and it’s one of those rare friendships where you just know the other person gets you, you know?” you paused, your eyes softening as you recalled your recent time with her. “just the other night, we baked this apple pie and decorated it with a bow from the leftover dough, and then we had a movie marathon. we ended up staying up way too late, just laughing and talking about everything and nothing at all. she feels like home to me.”

the chat lit up with messages about how pure and wholesome your friendship sounded. you felt yourself relaxing further, the anxiety melting away as you spoke about the things you loved.

the soft melody of clairo’s “harbor” began playing in the background, and you noticed matt humming along to the lyrics, almost absentmindedly. the viewers, as expected, went wild.

you couldn’t help but laugh, nudging him lightly. “okay, okay, let’s set the record straight,” you began, a teasing lilt to your voice. “he only knows this song because i forced him to listen to sling on repeat after he tried to convince the fandom on being a ‘huge’ clairo fan,” you laughed, looking at your boyfriend's pouty face.

“‘s not funny,” he mumbled, though his eyes were crinkling at the corners with a smile.

“you weren’t able to name a single song out of her album until i forced you to listen to her discography,” you animatedly exclaimed, looking at the chat as you told them, “so this whole ‘matthew is so boyfriend he knows clairo’s deep cuts’ is all thanks to me.”

he laughed, leaning his forehead against yours. “alright, you caught me, baby,” he admitted.

the conversation flowed effortlessly from there, touching on your shared interests and recent obsessions. when someone suggested a “media of the week” segment, you lit up, excited to share your thoughts. “okay, okay, let’s shift gears a bit,” matt interjected, leaning forward to look at the chat. “a lot of you keep asking about our media of the week. you wanna go first, angel?” he nudged you gently.

you nodded, relaxing more into his hold, feeling the excitement bubbling up inside her. “i’ve been reading heaven by mieko kawakami,” you began, your voice picking up a more passionate tone as you started explaining your thoughts. “it’s… heartbreaking and beautiful, all at once. the way kawakami writes about bullying, loneliness, and the fragility of youth—it’s so raw and poignant. it kind of makes you feel like you’re carrying a weight in your chest, but in a good way, if that makes any sense? like, it hurts, but it also makes you feel seen.”

matt listened intently, nodding along, his gaze focused on you as if you were the only person in the room. “sounds like you’re really into it,” he said, his voice soft. “i’m gonna have to steal it from you when you’re done.”

“good luck,” you retorted playfully. “i might just read it a second time to piss you off.”

he laughed, his thumb tracing slow circles on your waist again. “okay, my turn. i’ve been reading dead poets society because, you know, the movie hit me in a way i wasn’t expecting. figured the book would be even better. and man, it’s just… so much more introspective. the whole thing about seizing the day, about living for your own passions instead of what’s expected of you… i think i needed to hear that,” he admitted, his tone growing a bit more serious.

the chat started spamming with comments about their own experiences with the book and movie, sharing how it changed their lives or inspired them. you smiled, reaching over to brush a stray lock of hair from matt’s face. “see? i knew you’d love it,” you said softly. “it’s the kind of thing that sticks with you.”

matt nodded, his eyes meeting yours with a warmth that sent a flutter through your chest. “yeah, well, i’ve got you to thank for that,” he said.

“speaking of things you have me to thank for,” you chimed in with a grin, “i made matt watch little women for the first time recently, and he has thoughts.”

“oh, here we go,” matt groaned, but the smile tugging at his lips betrayed his enjoyment.

you leaned in, eager and animated. “i just don’t understand how this boy managed to go this long without seeing it? disgraceful. tell them what you thought.”

matt chuckled, leaning back slightly. “i gotta admit, it was way better than i expected. i mean, i went in thinking it’d be some boring period drama, but it’s actually… really good. the dialogue? it just feels so alive, you know?”

the chat agreed with a chorus of messages, and you nodded eagerly, jumping in. “right,” you continued, leaning forward with excitement. “i need all of my editors in the fandom to get to work: ‘bite the hand’ by boygenius as the audio with clips of jo and laurie. like, the lyrics are just… them. ‘i can’t love you how you want me to.’ it’s perfect. i need an edit of them to that song,” you ranted, your hands gesturing animatedly.

matt watched you with an amused smile. “someone in the chat better make that edit happen, ‘cause my girl has had this vision for weeks now.”

the viewers were already responding with promises to create the edit, and you felt a little spark of joy at the idea.

matt laughed at your enthusiasm, his eyes bright with amusement. “i’m so proud of you, pretty girl, overcoming your anxiety to be here. you’re so damn passionate about everything.”

“can’t help it,” you replied, shrugging playfully. “i just love stories that make you feel something.”

the chat buzzed with excitement as they both continued sharing their thoughts, and it wasn’t long before someone mentioned winnie the pooh.

“oh, don’t even get us started on winnie the pooh,” you said, your eyes lighting up.

matt immediately perked up, a grin spreading across his face. “okay, but listen,” he began, leaning forward slightly. “eeyore is my guy. he’s just… real, you know? like, everyone’s so busy trying to be happy all the time, but eeyore is like, ‘nah, i’m gonna be me, and that’s enough.’ i respect that.”

you laughed, nodding along. “and i adore pooh. he’s just so pure and kind and always looking out for his friends. plus, his whole thing about appreciating the simple things in life? i think we could all use a little more of that.”

as you both talked about their love for the winnie the pooh franchise, you started showing off you collections—vintage books, stuffed animals, figurines, and even a couple of blankets with the characters on them. the chat exploded with messages about how wholesome it all was, with fans showing off their own collections in response.

hopping up from matt’s lap with an excited grin, matt looked at you with a confused expression as he felt your loss of contact. “i got us these sylvanian families blind bags, and we’re gonna unbox them right now.”

matt chuckled, his eyes following you as you hurried back over with the tiny packages. “you’re so cute when you get all excited like this,” he said softly, his voice just for you.

you blushed but didn’t let it distract you. “okay, here we go,” you announced, tearing open her bag to reveal a tiny buckley red deer dressed in a red romper with an apple on its head. “oh my god, look at this little cutie!” you exclaimed, showing it to the camera.

matt followed suit, opening his bag to reveal a walnut squirrel baby in a brown romper with a little acorn cap on its head. “look at this guy,” he said, holding it up for the chat. “did you know these little caps are called cupules?”

you both laughed, making the two tiny figures kiss in front of the camera as the chat went wild, suggesting names for your new babies

matt leaned closer, his lips brushing against your temple. “think we should wrap it up?” he whispered.

nodding in response, matt took the initiative to end the livestream. “alright, i think that’s a perfect note to end on,” matt said, his voice warm and content. “thanks for hanging out with us, guys. i’ll see you next time.”

with a final kiss between the tiny figures, you both waved goodbye to the stream, sharing a private smile as the screen went dark. the room felt cozy and quiet once more, filled only with the soft hum of the rain outside and the warmth of each other’s presence.

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metal | m.s. |

matt sturniolo x fem!reader

summary: y/n got a few new piercings, and when her best friend matt asks to see them, she can't say no

warnings: smut; unprotected p in v (bad); oral (fem receiving); masturbation (m/f); phone sex; dirty talk; 18+

notes: hiii guys. i feel like tumblr's flakiest writer ever coming back on here every few weeks with a one-shot and telling u all im gonna be more consistent but then just not being consistent at all. i just started a new college program and it is taking up so (!!!!) much of my time, so ive been barely able to put any time towards writing for funsies. soooo it might take me a couple weeks to put out one shots (sad) while im in this program, but i swear im doing the best i can. i appreciate u all so so so so much, but matt girls this one is for u <33

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With a sigh of relief, I crawled into bed. It was late, and I was exhausted after a long day of dealing with family shit. The only thing that got me through my day listening to my dead-beat father come up with yet another excuse on why he no-showed at my birthday dinner was the promise that, at the end of the day, I would be able to curl up in bed and forget all of my problems. Now that time had come, and I couldn’t wait to turn on some trashy reality TV show and lose myself in their cushioned world for a little while.

Just as I started the show, I felt my phone vibrate beside me. For just a moment I was filled with dread — thinking that I would be once again pulled back into the drama that was my father — but once I saw the name at the top of my screen, I felt my body relax. Matt was calling.

Matt was my best friend, and he had been for years. Him and I met on the first day of school freshman year, and immediately became inseparable. He was the only person in my life who I ever felt comfortable around enough to truly open up to about my problems. There really wasn’t much in my life that he didn’t know, so of course I had told him last night that I was going to see my father, and of course that was why he was calling. Annoyingly, I felt a smile creep up on my face. I hated that I loved how involved he got with my problems; as if they were his own. I would never admit this to anyone, but it really helped because it made me feel less alone.

“Hey you.” I greeted him after accepting the call. “Hey Y/n.” His voice sounded familiar in my ear, and already it calmed the sea of bad thoughts crashing in my mind. “How did today go?” He asked, keeping his tone light. I knew though that if I could see his face, there would be faint lines of concern etched in his forehead. I sighed. “Exactly like I knew it would. He gave me an insincere apology and weak excuse the way he always does.” Matt stayed silent on the other side of the call, allowing me the time to tell him as much as I wanted. His soft breathing through the speaker, however, comforted me and let me know that he was listening.

“He smelled like a distillery and couldn’t stop slurring his words, yet he was still trying to tell me that he hadn’t drank all week.” I heard my voice weaken, and I hated that I felt a lump forming in my throat over the situation. I hated that I cared, and I definitely didn’t want anyone to know that I did; even Matt. But of course, he knew anyways. I heard an empathetic sigh through the phone. “I’m sorry, Y/n.” I rolled my eyes, doing everything I could to keep the tears from falling. “It’s whatever. It’s not like I’m really losing much, but I did tell him that I’m done for good.” I forced my words to come out smooth, like I didn’t care. And I didn’t, not really.

“That must have been really hard, Y/n. I’m really sorry.” Matt’s words were sincere, and they caused the lump in my throat to grow even bigger. I forced out a laugh to keep my other emotions at bay. “Don’t be sorry. It’s better this way. Maybe now I can finally have peace in my crazy life.” There was silence on the line, and I knew it was because Matt wanted me to go deeper about my feelings, but I couldn’t handle much more tonight.

“Anyways,” I started, blinking away my tears and plastering a corny smile on my face as if Matt could even see it, “How have you been? We haven’t talked much over the past week.” At the change of subject, Matt picked up on my disinterest in the topic of my father, and like the best friend he is, transitioned into our new topic smoothly. “I’ve been good, been working a lot but it’s been on exciting things. What have you been up to? You know, besides today?” I chuckled softly.

“Honestly not much besides work. My boss has been really stressed out since the end of last quarter so I’ve been coming into the office early and staying well past five every day.” I paused, staring up at my ceiling trying to think if there was anything exciting I could tell Matt. Suddenly, I remembered that there actually was something that I had done that was more interesting than just working late all week. “Oh! I also got some new piercings last week.” It was Matt’s turn to chuckle.

“Y/n, how the fuck did you fit more piercings on your body?” I laughed. He was right, both of my ears were filled with every piercing imaginable, and I also had my nose, tongue, and belly button pierced. I had already told him that I would never get anymore facial piercings, and I certainly didn’t have much room on my ears to get more, so I understood his confusion entirely. “Do you want to guess where they are?” I teased, feeling relieved to have something to talk about that didn’t make be absolutely miserable for once. “Sure,” I heard what sounded like a blanket rubbing against the speaker, and I assumed that Matt was now getting comfortable in bed, also seemingly enjoying the light-hearted conversation, “But can I get some hints?”

“Sure,” I replied, “You can ask me three questions.” I heard him smile through the phone. “Okay…” There was a pause as he came up with his first question. “How many did you get?” Without hesitation, I was able to respond. “I got three.” There was another pause, and then. “Are two of them a part of a pair?” I laughed at Matt’s not-so-subtle guess. I had told him months ago that I had been wanting to get a certain pair of piercings for a while, and I knew he was thinking of that exact conversation. “Yes they are.” I replied, and there was a dramatic gasp on the line. “Ouch, you actually got your nipples pierced?” His voice was laced with playful concern, and something else. Intrigue?

“Okay okay, you got two out of the three. One more question left.” I encouraged him. If he was shocked about my nipple piercings, I couldn’t wait to hear his reaction to the third. He was silent again for a moment, surely confused by the third piercing. Nipple piercings weren’t that outlandish for me, and he knew that, but this last one is sure to blow his mind. “Oh god, I don’t know. Is it another body piercing?” His tone sounded so helpless, and I knew he really didn’t have a clue. “It is, yes.” I did my best to contain my laughter at this point, not wanting to give it away.

“Is it a second belly button piercing?” The guess was weak, and by the tone of his voice he knew it. “Nope.” I replied, biting my nails in anticipation. He was once again silent on the phone, and I knew he was officially running out of ideas. After a moment, I decided to give him one last hint. “Think lower.”

A new silence poured from the phone. Before, there was the silence of deep thought. Now, there was a heavier silence that let me know he finally put it together in his head. Below your belly button, there aren’t many places you can get pierced. He knew that just as much as I did. But I didn’t know if his silence meant he was just shocked, or if he was genuinely disappointed in me. For the first time since becoming friends with Matt, I felt nervous that maybe I had gone too far.

“You’re serious?” He asked, finally breaking his silence, and I couldn’t help but release a short, nervous laugh. “Yeah. Why? Did I just delve too far into the daddy-issues stereotype?” I tried to keep my tone humorous, but inside I was actually worried that was true. Did he think I was weird now? Or did the fact that I had a piece of metal pierced atop my bundle of nerves immediately turn me into some dirty whore in his eyes?

“No! Jesus, no Y/n.” His rushed words put a pause on my spiralling thoughts, and I felt myself relax slightly. “It’s just,” In that moment, I wished that I could see his face. At least then I would have better odds of being able to read him instead of just waiting helplessly on the other side of the phone. He was struggling to find the words he wanted to say, and in my mind that meant he was getting ready to give me some sort of lecture. It wasn’t something that he was in the habit of doing, but I had also never done anything as shocking as this before. I began to prepare myself for this lecture, and come up with explanations and excuses for what I had done, when his hesitant words stopped me in my tracks.

“Can I see them?”

I stared at my phone for a second, unsure if I was just hearing things. “You want to see them?” I couldn’t stop myself from asking, for clarification’s sake. I was shocked. Even with how close Matt and I are, we had never ever seen each other naked. In fact, there had been no physical intimacy between us other than platonic cuddles every once in a while. I would be lying, though, if I denied ever having moments of weakness. There had been times, when we would have sleepovers after tough days and the heat of Matt’s comforting body pressed against me, where I had wanted to throw all logic aside and press my lips to his. But I never would have done it. Matt wasn’t exactly known for his boldness, and I feared that my bad habit of being spontaneous would absolutely destroy our friendship. But now, he had me questioning all of that.

“I’m curious.” He replied, his tone nonchalant. I still couldn’t tell if he was being serious, and I felt like a deer in headlights. Just as I was about to tell him to stop fucking around, my screen lit up with a Facetime call from Matt. My stomach did a flip. “You gonna pick up?” His voice made me jump, but I cleared my throat and hit accept.

Suddenly, Matt’s face filled my screen. He was in his bed, the only light in his room seeming to come from a faint source; likely his computer screen. His face was so familiar, and the smile he sent me so comforting, that I immediately felt more at ease than I felt before. “Hey.” He said gently, and I laughed at the ridiculousness of this moment. “Hey” I replied before shifting my position in bed nervously. “So you were serious?” I asked awkwardly, and he nodded. “If you’re okay with it, obviously.” I took a deep breath. I was okay with it, of course, but it was just so out of the norm for us that I felt shell shocked.

“I’ll show you nipples first.” I said, sitting up in my bed before grabbing the bottom hem of my oversized t-shirt. I positioned my phone in front of my still-clothed chest, and watched his face on the screen. He laid naturally in bed, acting as if nothing was out of the ordinary, but the way his dilated blue eyes were glued to the screen I could tell that he was feeling the same kind of anticipation that I was. Slowly, I finally lifted my shirt up over my chest; allowing him a full view of my new piercings.

I intentionally left the shirt up to block my own vision, because I couldn’t handle watching him stare at my tits for the first time. In the dark, all I heard was silence for what felt like forever, and I got worried that I had somehow lost him. Cautiously, I pulled my t-shirt away from my eyes, and glanced at him on the screen. He was staring intently; I could see his eyes move from one tit to the other every few seconds, and there was a slight grin across his face. “Wow.” He said finally, still taking them in. “Those are sick piercings.” I stifled a laugh at the fact that he was still trying to act like it was all just about the piercings, and that there weren’t two tits attached to the metal. “Thanks.” I replied, a small chuckle still evident in my voice.

I allowed him a few more seconds of shameless staring before speaking again. “You ready for the third?” I watched as he blinked a few times and took a deep breath. “I can’t wait.” He replied, causing my stomach to do another flip. I brought the phone back up to my face as I laid back down, smiling at him nervously as I pulled my comforter off my lower body. I was only wearing a pair of panties, so I already felt shy when I positioned my phone in between my legs. I used the front camera still, hoping that it would allow him a better view, but hated that you could still see the lower part of my face.

Matt hadn’t moved in his bed since I looked at him last. In fact, it almost looked like his image was frozen. His eyes were still glued to the screen, and he seemed to be barely blinking; as if he was scared that if he did, he would miss it entirely. “Okay, ready?” I asked, using the hand that wasn’t holding the phone steady to grab onto the side of my panties. Even in the almost-dark of his room, I could see him gulp before nodding his head. “Ready.” He replied.

Slowly, I hooked a finger under my panties, and pulled them to the side. In the blink of an eye, all of me had been revealed to Matt through a screen inches away from my core. My eyes veered back and forth from myself in the phone and Matt’s expression. I could see the shiny metal glitter against my pink clit, and watched as Matt visibly struggled to keep his composure. Neither of us spoke for a moment, and I felt myself begin to tremble under his shameless stare. I grew nervous, then, that my body would begin to give away how suddenly aroused I became under his eyes. My core was flooding with heat, and I knew that I was beginning to grow slick with my wetness.

“Does it hurt?” He finally spoke, but his voice had changed drastically since I had last heard it. It had dropped nearly a whole octave, and there was a sort of breathlessness to it that was foreign to me. It was the voice of arousal, and that knowledge was enough to drive me crazy. “N-no, it doesn’t,” I replied, using all the strength in me to not squeeze my legs together to relieve some of the pressure flooding my core. “It’s been a week, and these sorts of piercings heal really quick surprisingly. I can touch it and everything.” My last sentence fell from my mouth thoughtlessly, and I immediately felt my cheeks grow hot at my accidental boldness. That didn’t last long, though, because Matt’s next words pulled all that heat right back to where it was before.

“So touch it then.”

It was like all the sense was knocked out of me from his words. I would have thought that my instinct would have been to laugh and roll my eyes before telling Matt to knock it off, but the seriousness of his tone, the sharp blue of his piercing eyes, and gruffness of his voice caused my brain to shut off. Immediately, my hand traveled to my bud, where I began to slowly play with the metal. Although I had been telling the truth when I told Matt that it was fully healed, I hadn’t yet touched myself in this way since getting it pierced, and the new sensation immediately sent pleasurable shock waves through my body. As I began to slowly rub my clit, the metal added a new level of pressure to the nerves that — combined with the adrenaline that came from doing this in front of my best friend for the first time — caused me to throw my head back against my pillows.

“Tell me how it feels.” Matt’s deep voice filled the space around me in a way that made me feel even more erotic, and I released a soft moan. “I-It feels good.” I replied breathlessly, my fingers beginning to move quicker as I squeezed my eyes shut in pleasure. “Better than before?” His question came out slightly choppy, and through the phone speaker I heard the rhythmic shuffling of his comforter. “Y-yes. Much better.” I managed to reply, the thought of what he was doing to himself on the other side of the screen pushing me closer to the edge.

“Look at me.” He commanded, and without hesitation I lifted my head up; looking at him through the screen. He could only see the lower half of my face, but I could see all of his. As I continued toying with myself, I watched him through fluttering eyelashes. Although his face had not changed much — besides the darkening of his pupils and the faint accumulation of sweat on his brow — the repetitive movement of his bicep at the corner of the screen told me everything that I needed to know. “You look so good.” He complimented me, his voice low and gravelly. I moaned in response, rolling my hips slowly as I began to grow antsy with a need that I knew I couldn’t fulfill myself.

The pleasure was growing like a balloon deep inside of me, but my own fingers weren’t enough to reach it. Not now; not when I have a beautiful man that I trust more than anyone else watching me with that dangerously erotic gaze. Just like Matt knows everything about me, I know everything about him. And so I know that, in this moment, he wants the same thing that I do. That’s why I didn’t feel any unease or hesitation when I drew my fingers away from my clit, ran them achingly slow along the rest of my heat, and spoke.

“Please come over Matt.”

It was a request that I had made to him countless times. Those times I was usually close to tears after a long day of dealing with the shitty cards I had been handed in the family department. I needed him then, like I need him now. In those times he never ever hesitated, and this time was no different. In one swift motion, I watched through the screen as Matt lifted himself out of his bed, threw on a t-shirt, and grabbed his keys off the bedside table. “I’ll be there in ten.” Just like my request, his response was the same as always. As I told him to drive safe before hanging up the call, I felt my body vibrate in a way it never had before. I pulled my hand out of my panties and waited in desperate anticipation for the familiar sound of his car pulling into my driveway.

𓆩☆𓆪

Matt arrived at my place in eight minutes, and as soon as I saw his headlights through my window, I sprung out of bed and raced to the door. There was no nervousness, no reluctancy, no questioning whether or not we were making a big mistake; all I knew was that I needed his hands on my burning skin desperately.

I flung the door open before he even had a chance to knock, but Matt didn’t hesitate before pulling me into him and engulfing my mouth with his own. Although we had never kissed before, it wasn’t shock that I felt in that moment; it was the melting satisfaction of familiarity. I practically collapsed in his arms as his mouth moved against mine as if they were two pieces of a puzzle, and relished in the feeling of his hands travelling wildly across my aching body at last.

As he held me gently against the wall, I felt his hardened member press against my core, and I shuddered in pleasurable frustration. In that moment, I could have lost all self control — pulled his pants and boxers down in one movement and slipped his cock into my aching core right then and there — if he hadn’t grabbed onto my ass and lifted me off of the ground. Without removing his lips from mine, he carried me past my entrance way and all the way into my dark bedroom as if he had memorized every square inch of my place.

As he continued to kiss me with hungry desire, he paradoxically draped my body gently against my bed. Leaning over me, his mouth refused to leave mine and his tongue begged me for entrance. I obliged, and our tongues swirled together with comfort; as if they were old friends. The sound of our heavy breathing filled my head, and I ran my hands along his body; allowing myself to feel him in a way I never had before. Each part of him felt familiar — his back, his arms, his stomach — but each new part of him I touched set off sparks of electricity under my fingertips. This was real, and this was good.

It was only after I began toying with the waistband of his pants, and he the hem of my shirt, that our lips separated and we really looked at each other since the moment he arrived. Both of our chests were heaving as we tried to catch our breath, and I gazed up at his darkened eyes for what felt like forever, until a soft smile crept onto his swollen lips. “Hi.” He said, and I released a short laugh realizing that this was the first word either one of us had said to the other since hanging up the Facetime call. “Hey.” I replied, a smile matching his now etched onto my face.

“Can I take this off?” He tugged on the bottom of my t-shirt, and I nodded. “Please.” I replied, feeling no shame in my clear desperation. Matt obliged, pulling the shirt up over my head and exposing the tits he had seen on Facetime not long before. There was a pause, and for the first time since we started all this I felt briefly insecure. That is, until I looked up to his face and saw his jaw physically dropped in awe. He looked like he had fallen into some sort of trance, and mindlessly brought his two gentle hands toward my hardened, pierced nipples. He ran a soft thumb against each piercing, and I hissed at the deliciously taunting sensation.

“Do these ones hurt at all?” His voice was soft, almost a whisper, but his eyes never left my chest. “These ones do a little, yeah.” I replied, to which his eyes finally fluttered up to my face with slight concern. “But it’s really not that bad.” I added, reassuring him out of fear that he might suddenly not want to continue. This seemed to help, as his eyes made their way back to my chest before his body suddenly began tilting forward. He leaned above my chest, really only centimetres away, and I watched as he placed two small, unbelievably gentle kisses against each hardened nipple. The ecstasy I felt in that moment caused me to release a soft moan, and goosebumps spread across my skin like wildfire, and I suddenly realized that I needed him more than ever.

As if reading my mind, his mouth then began moving slowly down my writhing body. He took his time on my sternum, then the skin below my belly button, then my hip bones, and I felt like I could explode. My hands flew to his hair and I subconsciously tugged at its base in decadent frustration. And then slowly, so, so, slowly, Matt began dragging my soaked panties down my legs. I felt like I could crumble under his gaze, but his eyes never left my newly exposed core. Blinking ever so slowly, he dropped to his knees and grabbed my shaky legs to part them. Once he did, I watched as he groaned softly at what he saw.

I knew without having to look that I was literally dripping from arousal, and that hunch was confirmed when Matt took one finger and dragged it along my slit; collecting the overabundance of fluid. He didn’t even take his eyes off of my centre, he just brought his wet finger to his mouth and wrapped his lips around it; so transfixed by what he saw in front of him that he didn’t even care to make a scene of tasting me for the first time. I had never felt more glorious than I did in that moment, and it was so overwhelming that I could have came just from sight alone.

Slowly, Matt’s mouth inched closer and closer to my clit, before he carefully wrapped his lips around it. Upon the first contact of his warm tongue playing with the cool metal of my piercing, I was hit with a powerful wave of pleasure that shook my whole body. As he picked up speed, swirling and sucking my bundle of nerves, I couldn’t control the sounds that fell from my lips. Moans of pleasure, pain, and anticipation filled the room, and they only seemed to draw similar ones from Matt.

Matt slid two fingers into me with ease, and began pumping them in and out in rhythm with the movements of his tongue. His fingers were curled up to just the place I needed them to be, and I felt what was left of my sanity begin to crumble as I approached an orgasm. The orgasm that I had been desperately needing since our Facetime call. It’s impending presence had taken control of my mind for what felt like forever, and now it was finally threatening to take control of my entire body. Yet, still, I needed more.

Quickly, before the first waves could crash, I pulled Matt’s face away. Immediately, his blissed-out expression quickly changed to one of concern, but before he had the chance to speak, my desperate voice filled the room. “Please Matt, I want to cum with you.” His features softened before understanding flashed in his eyes. Without saying a word, he stood up and began unzipping his pants. I waited in anticipation, watching with hungry eyes as his painfully hard member sprung free from his boxers. Once he had fully discarded his clothes, he leaned down and kissed me so deeply that I saw stars. His mouth tasted like me, and I couldn’t help but slip my tongue past his lips; intoxicated by the combination of me and him on my tastebuds.

I felt his naked member press against my core and I shuddered from pure lust. I was so engulfed in the intensity that I was afraid I would fall into pieces as soon as he slid into me. Breaking the kiss, Matt straightened himself out and grabbed my legs before placing them on either side of his waist. The two pieces of us that needed each other the most right now were just inches from one another. My eyes fell between my legs, and I watched in euphoric awe as Matt grabbed his swollen member, lined it up with my centre, and slowly pushed into me. His movements were so torturously, deliciously slow, my eyes rolled and my head fell back onto the mattress.

On each slow roll of his hips, his cock slammed into my g-spot and made my vision go spotty. I held onto his flexed shoulders like I was drowning and they were my life raft, and I released harsh guttural moans each time my walls stretched; welcoming him graciously. “Fuck, you feel so good.” Matt’s raspy voice fluttered my stomach, and I opened my eyes to come face-to-face with him. He was staring down at my contorted face with a look filled with nothing but pleasure and adoration. His flushed cheeks and dark pink lips gave him a look that bordered on innocent, but there was a certain hint of hard focus in the depths of his ocean eyes that told me he was feeling as good as I was.

Each time he thrusted into me, the soft crest of his pelvis brushed ever so lightly against my new piercing; granting me a new form of pleasure that I had never experienced before. I had been told by other people that the piercing can be intense during sex, but I had underestimated just how intense it would be. I had no sense of control as Matt’s cock continued to drive into me, and I couldn’t help but vocalize how he was making me feel.

“J-just like that Matt, fuck!”

“Your c-cock fills me s-so go-od!”

“H-harder, please baby!”

At my last statement, Matt showed he was listening by suddenly slamming into me harder and faster than I had ever felt before. He grabbed my legs and wrapped them tightly around his waist, and as I arched my back in pleasure he draped one of his arms around it and used the other to hold my jaw; brushing it lightly with his thumb to ensure me that his gentleness had not completely disappeared. His breathing quickly grew more and more rapid, and deep grunts fell from his mouth every few seconds.

I was hit with shockwaves of pleasure upon each of his thrusts, and I knew that my orgasm was closer than ever. I dug my nails into his back and tightened my legs around him in a desperate and subconscious attempt at getting as close as possible to him, and it was clear that there was no stopping the orgasm that was bubbling inside of me. “G-gonna cum Matt.” I squeaked out, rolling my hips up slightly deepen his thrusts even more. “Good girl, want me to cum with you?” His words were in my ear, and even the dampness that his mouth made against my skin added to my unraveling euphoria. Beyond the point of being able to speak correctly, I simply nodded my head frantically.

As I did, Matt released the deep moan that pushed me over the edge. My orgasm took control of every cell in my body, and I cried out in overwhelming pleasure as it tore me to shreds. I felt my body stiffen so much that I was practically lifting off of the bed, and my walls pulsed intensely as I squirted violently all over Matt. Just then, I felt Matt’s body stiffen above me, and his movements became a whisper as he cursed into my ear. “Oh fuck, fuck, fuck.” His moans rang in my ear with each of his weak thrusts, and I felt his twitching cock paint my walls white as he came undone in unison with me.

Eventually, his body stilled completely, and he rested above me as we both caught our breaths and came down from our highs. His cock slipped out of me, and I immediately felt cold and empty in its absence. After a few moments, Matt lifted his head from my shoulder and gazed at me with a soft smile on his face.

“Damn.”

“I know.”

”I mean, that was-”

“I know.”

We continued to stare at each other, both with matching smiles on our faces, until I dissolved into childish giggles.

“What?” Matt asked, unable to keep himself from laughing as well. “What?” He asked again, nudging my shoulder gently as I giggled. “I mean come on,” I continued to laugh, “That was crazy. Don’t you think it was crazy?” I looked at him, starting to feel the first hints of regret now that it was over and we had to go back to being friends. “I don’t think it was crazy.” He replied simply, before bringing his lips back to mine. This kiss was different than the other ones we shared tonight, though. There was no hunger, no lust. There was just love.

He pulled away after only a few moments, and I looked back at him with what I was sure was confusion all over my face. “I have never felt less crazy in my life than I’ve felt tonight.” Matt continued, and I felt my stomach flutter, “Tonight, everything finally feels right.” I felt a bashful smile form on my lips. I would be lying if I said I didn’t feel the exact same way. “So,” I started, unsure of how to maneuver this, “What now?” Matt got up.

“Well,” He began, grabbing his discarded t-shirt and using it to gently clean me up, “It’s late and you’ve had a long day, so I think we should get some sleep.” I propped myself up on my shoulders and watched as he began to clean himself next. “And then when we wake up tomorrow, we’ll go get some breakfast and talk about what we both want.” He walked into my adjacent bathroom and started the shower, the way he has done a thousand times before, before walking back to where I was and helping me off the bed.

Once I was on my feet, he placed another gentle kiss against my lips, and I felt my insides melt at the comfort of his touch. “But if I’m being completely honest, which you know I always am, I think we both already know we want the same thing.” I looked up at him through nervous eyelashes, and had to chew my bottom lip to stifle the massive smile that was threatening to take over my mouth. Matt had no problem showing his huge smile, and he tilted his head quizzically in my silence. “Am I right?” He asked, and instead of responding with words, I leaned up and placed a kiss of my own on his lips.

─ ⊹ ⊱ ☆ ⊰ ⊹ ─

It started off slow. Matt’s chain dangled over you as he continued with deep, hard thrusts. It left you moaning every time his tip practically hit your cervix, and him whimpering as your gummy walls sucked him in. But he couldn’t keep up with that for long.

That slow, passionate sex was reserved for anniversaries, birthdays, or even mornings. Not for now. No. Matt was too impatient.

He started thrusting into you at a more rapid pace, and he loved watching the look of pleasure on your face. The way your eyebrows knitted together, and those breathless moans that left your plump lips.

You looked down to watch as his cock sunk into your pussy with every thrust. “Nope. Eyes up here.” Matt tuts, his fingers moving underneath your chin to tilt it up. “Just wanna —fuck watch your pretty face.”

You could barely hold eye contact. His hooded eyes looking into yours as that overwhelming knot in your stomach tightened.

“Baby, gonna cum..” is what you tried to yelp out. But it came out more as “Babe… mm.. g ..on … c.. cum….”

“Gonna what sweetheart?” Matt had that devilish smirk painted on his face, as he picked up the pace of his hips if that was even possible.

“Cumming!” you moaned out in a particularly high pitched voice, and Matt’s jaw fell slack.

“Yeah baby.. so good f’me… gonna let me fill you up? Hm?” He mutters out, his relentless pace not stopping or slowing down. The overstimulation causing you to claw into his biceps, nodding feverishly.

Matt’s hips still inside of you as his hot cum paints your walls a creamy white. He’s usually dominant, but he lets out a loud moan close to your ear.

He pulls out, leaving you feeling a little empty. But the way his cum drips out of your soaked hole starts to get him hard again…

He uses his finger to push it all back into you, causing more breathless, soft moans to leave your mouth.

“Did so good f’me… my sweetheart…”

i actually need to have shower sex with leon so fucking bad.

your front shoved flush against the glass door, tits smushed against the surface. he’d pull your hair lightly, enough for your back to arch, giving him better access to your drenched cunt. wrapping an arm around your hips or waist to keep your steady for his brutally fast pace.

or he’d have your back against the cold tiles, legs wrapped around his waist as he pistons into you. holding you up by your ass, moving one hand down to toy with your puffy little clit. your eyes being able to watch as his hair sticks to his forehead, the mixture of sweat and water running down his skin. i wanna lick him.

the constant sound of moans, groans, skin slapping and your pussy squelching all being slightly muffled by the running water. his harsh voice whispering sweet things to help you over the edge. constant praise!

when he’d know you’re about to cum, he’s pressing firm rubs on your clit, flicking it determinedly with his thumb. feeling you clench around him, your pussy silently begging for him to push you over the edge. “such a greedy girl, hm? always begging for more.” then when you’d cum, he help you ride your high. constantly grinding his cock further into you, hitting your soft spongy part repeatedly. his forehead against yours as groans leave his mouth, eyes sown shut as he cums.

if you’d let him finish inside you, he’d either keep his cock stuffed inside you, not wanting any drop of him to come out. or, he’d pull out, watching the mixture of both of your orgasms pour out of your aching cunt.

and of course he’d help you wash yourself after. scrubbing your hair and washing down your body. pressing kisses to your shoulder, and all around your neck.

────⠀ ⠀FRESH LOVIN' w/ CHRIS.

NOTES .ᐣ ana writing chris ????? its a literal miracle..... yeah hes been lookin a little too good lately... also ive been thinking of this for weeks now so uhh yeah !

WARNINGS .ᐣ p in v. uhhh dirty talk. afab!reader. no protection 🙀. im not great at writing chris i dont think... better at writin matt but i tried.

IT SHOULDN'T HAVE BEEN AS AROUSING AS IT WAS to see you wearing his merch. chris gives you the pieces you like for free anyway, you're his girlfriend—half of the time you help with the designing process anyway. so he's used to seeing you in.. well, his brand. the sight of 'fresh love' written across your chest is nice, he likes it a lot, but he's used to seeing it when you're with him. you'd told him plenty of times that the hoodies and shirts are super comfortable, so you wore them often.

so that is exactly why he was so confused as to why the sight of you modelling his merch made his dick as hard as it did. it wasn't.. that different. was it? he doesn't get it. maybe it's the professionalism of the photos, or just how official it all is. that's his girlfriend wearing his brand. no one else's—just his. a funny feeling fizzes in his abdomen, a warm feeling flooding his chest. both of those things at the instance he sees your pretty body wearing something he created.

his baby wearing his baby—that kind of thing. its corny, sure, but still. it made his head all murky and fuzzy, and his jeans tighten around him so uncomfortably it was impossible to ignore it. being at the photoshoot was a fucking nightmare, let alone seeing the photos all over instagram. people loved the photos, of course they did, you looked really good in them, and yeah, he loved them a lot too. which was why it was agony going on any social to find the exact thing that gives him a raging hard-on.

it was merely a coincidence that you'd walked in wearing merely a fresh love shirt and not much else. he lets out a low groan at the sight of you, his tongue darting out to wet his bottom lip for a moment with his eyes raking up and down your figure. matt and nick weren't in, the entire reason you were wearing so little, so.. it wouldn't be completely wrong of him to have you bent over the couch due to your little get up, right? he's hoping so, since that's the only thing clouding his brain right now.

"actin' like you're not just as bad as me," he mutters, scoffing in return as you'd done previously. "actin' like your panties ain't soaked."

"you're starin'," he glances up at your words, his blue eyes wide and surprised for a moment before a smirk flits at his plush lips. yeah, of course he's staring. your nipples are hard beneath the cotton of the shirt, poking out a little and drawing his attention directly to them. soon, his eyes drop down to the curve of your ass beneath your underwear. slowly, he slides his hand down to adjust himself over his sweats with a quiet grunt.

"can you blame a guy?" chris murmurs, biting his tongue for a minute before he looks you up and down. "bein' such a fuckin' tease walkin' 'round like that," you scoff at his words, a soft smile playing on your own lips. a tilt of your head, and you're looking him up and down too. he looks good, he always does, but he does look really good. folding your arms beneath your chest, you lean against the kitchen island. "we both know you're soaked, baby." his words are practically a growl.

"you ain't got any proof," you grumble, feeling a surge of heat pool between your legs despite your own words. he wasn't wrong, you know, and he knows that too. all you wanted was to make something to eat, albeit wearing the least amount of clothing possible, but sure.

his smirk widens, "no? do you want me to check?" he knows you're wet, he can see it. from the way your thighs press together and how you're a little stiff whilst wandering around. all tell tale signs that you're just as horny as he is. "you're drippin', baby. don't even try to pretend with me," chris is quiet for a moment, before he pushes up off of the couch slowly. his eyes rake over your frame, and it only makes you feel more flustered in a way.

"don't gotta check 'cause i ain't wet," you mumble immediately, your skin warming up. you're lying through your teeth right now, and chris knows it. he knows you better than literally anyone, even if you don't want to admit it. trying to focus your mind on anything other than well, that, you turn away to open up the fridge and get something to eat. chris is making his way over, eventually standing in the doorway with his arms folded across his chest.

chris chuckles quietly, a low and rich sound. wandering a little closer to you, he stops right behind you with a click of his tongue. you shiver almost immediately when his hand slides over your side, skimming towards the swell of your chest. "liar," he murmurs, letting his nose trail along the skin of your neck lazily as he draws you a little closer to him. "you're always drenched for me, just as much of a mess as i am."

your eyes flutter over to him for a second before you swallow hard, "ain't a liar," you insist, head tilting to the side a little bit at the feel of his head by the crook of your neck. but back to the food, you tried to will yourself, as you bent over to grab a cutting board from a lower drawer. "yeah, can feel you pokin' my thigh with that ragin' hard-on of yours." chris scoffs at that, corners of his lips flitting up at the corners in a lazy smirk.

"s'not exactly a trade secret, is it?" chris mumbles with soft amusement, leaving gentle, warm kisses over the skin of your neck. his hands roaming gently over you doesn't stop him from pulling you back into him. he presses up against you as you're bent over, slowly rocking his hips up against you with a small, strained noise escaping him.

"you feel what you do to me, princess?" was pretty hard not to.

a soft gasp followed by a soft moan escapes you, "chris—" and you grasp at the drawer to keep yourself steady. a shaky breath slips past your lips and you feel it soon hitch in your throat. "don't," in the kitchen? matt and nick could walk in at any moment, you knew, but chris seemed like he didn't care at all, actually.

"don't what, baby?" he coos, taking a breath as he slowly alides his hands down to your hips. at the same time, his own hips grind enticingly into your ass, his aching erection pushing up against you. he needed you so bad. there, in the middle of the kitchen, he shamelessly grinds up against you. "don't what? don't touch you, don't make you feel good, don't love you?"

you let out this pretty moan, folding your arms beneath you to lean up against the counter. "no, no, no—mmh," you wanted him to keep going, you knew he'd make you feel good, he always did. made it his mission, actually. chris grind at your words, head tilting to the side a little bit now. "keep goin', please," well, you don't have to ask him twice, he'd do anything you asked of him.

"mhm.." chris hums quietly, considering whether he should take off the shirt so he can get his hands all over you before he decides not to. the shirt's the appeal, seeing you wearing something he made. fucking you in something he made. "keepin' this on," he adds, letting you know what was going on in his head.

as much as he'd usually keep you waiting, he was far too pent up to do so now. he lets go of your hips momentarily, his free hand moving to his sweats already hanging low on his hips to push them down a little bit to free his cock. a groan escapes him at being exposed, and he shuts his eyes for a minute when he wraps his hand around at the base and gives himself a languid stroke. he could get off right here at the sight of your ass clad in pretty panties pushed up against him like that, but the warmth of your cunt was a safety he couldn't deny.

"probably soaked all the way through these panties of yours, huh?" at the sound you let out, he smiles a little more, his hand slipping inside your panties almost immediately to test his theory. his fingers slowly start to brush against your clit, feeling how slick you are from just his words alone. "told you," you're sopping wet, and he loves it. his head tilts to the side a little, and he applies a little more pressure before gliding his fingers through your slick folds. biting his bottom lip at your sounds, he groans.

"chris, shit," you mewl softly, hips slowly bucking up towards his fingers as he pushed them up against you. he lets his thumb brush against your entrance, gliding over it easily before he glances back over at you. "that's it, let me feel you," for a few long moments, he makes tight circles over your bundle of nerves before his impatience gets the best of him. "feels so good—"

"i know, mmh, gotta feel you, baby," he tells you, tugging down your panties in a swift movement. you gasp quietly at the cold air hitting against your warm folds, and secondly at the feel of his cock pushing against your entrance. he's gentle, always is, his free hand moving to hold you steady at your hip. "you alright?"

you swallow hard, trying to figure out a way to say it without sounding desperate as all hell. "uh, yeah, yeah," you nod, shifting your hips back against him to feel him properly. a laugh escapes chris, and he hums, slowly easing himself inside you with a little buck of his hips. his hand moves to join his other one at your hips and he groans gutterly, eyes squeezing shut. "so fuckin' tight, baby."

"holy shit," you're clenching on him like a damn vice already, a moan escaping you as well in a similar fashion to chris'. he takes his time with it, lifting his hand from your hip to place it on the kitchen counter and grasp at it to keep him steady. he soon enough buries inside you to the hilt, hands roaming over your hips and ass, occasionally squeezing as he looks you up and down.

"such a dirty little thing, aren't you?" slowly, he shifts his hips back so just his throbbing tip is inside you, before he snaps his hips forward again so he's back to where he was moments prior. the sounds you let out practically have him coming right there, but he's got enough restraint to hold on for maybe a few minutes more. "lettin' me fuck you in the kitchen against the counter, knowin' anyone could walk in."

his words barely register to you with how he thrusts in and out of you, practically molding your insides to fit him, taking him so good like you do every damn time. "chris, mmh—! feels so.. ah, shit—!" your tits bounce beneath the fresh love shirt, drawing his eyes there almost immediately. he moves his free hand to cup your chest, thumbs circling over your hardened nipples and pinching momentarily.

"can't even think straight, can you? too busy thinkin' 'bout my cock, mmh.. i know it feels good, baby, feels right," chris keeps up the pace of his thrusts, practically pounding you up against the counter. "feels so, fuckin', good," he punctuates each of his words with a sharp buck of his hips, but making sure that you didn't hurt yourself in any way and holding you up.

"can't.. think straight," you agree breathily, practically panting with every push of his hips and feel of your pussy tightening around him. you shut your eyes, lashes fluttering as you practically squeal around him. "can't think straight, that's right. just focused on makin' a mess on my cock," and making a mess you were, feeling that burst of pleasure as he brought you over the edge.

soon, he got there too, the movements of his hips stuttering as he let out out a low sound, finally coming to a stop once he'd stuffed you full of his cum. "did so good for me," he murmurs. eyes darting up to yours when he managed to coax your eyes open with his hand. "did perfect.."

"yeah?" you ask, voice all airy and breathless. you feel so warm and fuzzy, a bliss washing over you. with a soft sound, you relax against the counter with his help and the feel of him easing out of you. his eyes dart down to his release leaking out of your hole, and he hums quietly, letting his hand trail back down and circle his thumb around the mess he'd made for a moment.

"and i thought you were hungry, baby."

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