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this shit is killing me so bad

apparently i said to @joaosfelix a few months ago...guys i say so much outta pocket shit to errybody about this man that i can't even remember it all 😔

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clingy chris SAVE ME

clingy!chris x reader

contains; established relationship, clingy boyfriend, fluff :)

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chris groaned in his sleep as he held on tighter to you, his face nuzzled into your neck.

you were unfortunately trapped under him, the man was squashing you.

‘cause he apparently can’t “fall asleep without you close to him.”

it wasn’t that much of a problem earlier, when you two fell asleep cuddling each other, but you woke up having to pee, and he was clinging to you like a monkey.

you tried to slowly move out of his grasp, but he pulled you even closer to him, and you let out a strained gasp.

“mm-mm.” he mumbled in his sleep, shaking his head no unconsciously, when you tapped his head with your finger.

“chris—” you groaned, trying to wake him up gently.

“..hmm?” he mumbled out again, his voice hoarse from sleep as his eyes fluttered open.

“you’re—squishing—me—” you strained, your eyes pressed shut as you tried to push him off of you.

he let out a sleepy chuckle, slowly rolling over to his side of the bed, his eyes half-open. “mm.. my bad.”

you finally took in a gasp of air, sitting up. and once you did, he was already reaching over to cuddle you, before you let out a “uh-uh. i have to pee.”

he let out a whine as he watched you get up and head to his bathroom. “noo.. don’t leave me.”

“dude, it’s just for a second.” you chuckled out, shutting the door.

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁

you came out literally like a few minutes later, (which felt like years to chris...)

you shut the door behind you as you crawled back into bed, but you didn’t even get to fully get on the bed before chris pulled you into his arms and rested his face in your neck.

“..mine.” he mumbled out, placing kisses on your skin.

“couldn’t even last a few seconds without me, huh?” you teased, smirking down at him.

but he shut you up by lifting his head up and placing a kiss on your lips, humming against you.

what were you gonna do with him?

@vxabigail @raeiology @thisisntmattsturniolo

boy he wants me sooooo bad 😭😭👅👅

bye this is fake

i need more

TUTOR! MATT X POPULAR! SWEET! READER SCENARIO

matt was busy. like, really busy. so busy that not even the announcement of a party where there would be free alcohol would have moved him from that strangely comfortable chair.

his eyes, more than anything, were busy. focused almost obsessively on the tortuous cleavage that your tiny and ridiculously tight top offered. in a far, far back part of his mind he wondered how the school allowed such clothing. but he didn't care, in fact, he was grateful. fuckin’ grateful because he could enjoy the way your generous tits bounced with every little movement you made, how they rose up slightly when you folded your arms under them in a moment of frustration because you couldn't get a particularly difficult french word out. he was envious of the cute little bow on the front that brushed against the soft skin of your chest, wishing it were his fingers instead, even though they would be anything but delicate.

matt was busy and distracted at that moment. he wasn't understanding anything of what you were sweetly saying even though he had to be the one teaching you the things he had learned 25 minutes before. was it really necessary for you to wear such provocative clothes? doing it with innocence, too. because from your blank look he could tell that you didn't understand the effect you were having on him at all. god, you drove him crazy. he felt his pants becoming impossibly tight and—

“matt?”

your cute lil voice reached his ears, making him finally look up from your breasts as his eyes met yours. he didn't apologize for the distraction, and with a nod he simply signaled you to continue with what you wanted to say. he probably embarrassed himself, but his mother taught him that beautiful things should be looked at.

“i asked if the pronunce was okay” you said with a small giggle, brushing your hair out of your face as you briefly looked back over the book that was on the white table. that made him hum, a smirk decorating his lips. "yeah, absolutely. they're— it was perfect" it was inevitable that he looked at your tits again as he spoke. "it's obvious that further practice is needed, though. but you’re a quick learner, dollface"

the lethal combo of the nickname, that sounded a little too appealing coming from his mouth, and the way he leaned back in his chair and blatantly adjusted his pants — not missing the way your eyes immediately fell on the movement, made you flustered. and his smirk only grew. matt sturniolo was about to fucking ruin you, and he couldn't wait.

🏷️ TAGS; @fawnchives @eternaldecisions @mattslolita @mattscoquette @sirenedeslily @zweigsangel @le4hsblog ++ comment to be added ︎ ♡

i am trying not to touch myself

shy!matt never makes eye contact with you, until one day he does.

you pull your sticky panties to the side with one hand, not bothering to get fully undressed, as the other grips matt’s cock, lubricating his tip with the precum that leaks messily. his body jerks, a quiet whine slipping past his lips, eyelashes brushing against his cheekbones as his eyes move rapidly beneath his lids.

you let out a hiss as you slide down onto his cock, your pussy welcoming the familiar stretch of him and a gargled noise rips from the back of matt's throat at the warmth of your gummy walls that flutter around him, his fingers gripping the skirt that's bunched around your waist.

you roll your hips above him, hands splayed across his bare chest for balance as you throw your head back, mouth shaped in a permanent 'o' as you feel his cock brush against the sensitive spots within that makes goosebumps trickle down your spine.

matt lays still below you, eyes still closed, eyebrows pinched together in pleasure. low, whiney sounds leave his lips, mixing with your moans and the subtle squeaking of your bedframe.

your stroke your hands over his chest, leaving a trail of light red lines from your nails and matt lets out a shuddering breath, twitching, his tongue wetting his bottom lip as his eyes move rapidly beneath his lids, face contorting as you roll your hips faster.

"fu-uck..." matt breathes out, his grip tightening on your skirt to pull you down more against him, his cock hitting deeper and you gasp loudly, your pussy squeezing around him like a vice.

and with a gasp from him, his eyes shoot open — staring right at you.

you're stunned, hips still above him, taking in the way his watery eyes meet yours between the sweaty strands of his hair. unblinking, his mouth falls open, his gaze trailing down your body to where you're seated on top of him, your puffy cunt and his cock glistening with your arousal.

you don't even have time to fully react — to even question him as he's already planting his feet on the bed, adjusting his grip on you before thrusting up into you, the sound of skin on skin filling the room, the bedframe squeaking louder due to the abrupt pace.

shocked choked whines and broken moans escape your lips, along with matt's own whimpering as he fucks you, incoherent words leaving him as he struggles to tear his gaze away from where his cock pounds into you, the wet noises making his head spiral.

he's gone.

© STURNIOZ

i might lose followers for this one buttttt….

i swear chris has to have a daddy kink. like he jus gives off those vibes. plus did you see the way matt and nick looked at chris when nick said “you can call us daddy for a day” or something like that. THAT MF WAS SMIRKING. YOURE NOT SLICK.

this photo like just please whip it out and slap it on my face plesse

Oh my tod guys i cant

shy!matt wearing his glasses always does something to you. @bernardsbendystraws for you

there's just something about matt when he wears his glasses; the thin, metallic frames resting on the bridge of his nose, accentuating the sharp angles of his face. strands of tousled hair fall behind the lenses, brushing softly against his eyes.

he's seated across from you at the kitchen table, the morning light filtering through the window, casting a soft glow around him. in one hand, he holds his phone, scrolling absentmindedly, while the other cradles a spoon, dipping into a bowl of cereal, completely oblivious to the way you're practically salivating over him.

you watch intently as he drops his spoon into the bowl with a soft clink, pushing his glasses back up the bridge of his nose where they've slipped down. in a casual movement, he runs his fingers through his hair, the motion causing his shirt to ride up, revealing the sliver of skin on his stomach. you try to tear your gaze away, but it's impossible; the sight pulls you in even more.

then, as if sensing your attention, matt's gentle blue eyes flicker towards you. a soft blush creeps across his lips as he pulls his shirt down as if to cover himself, offering you a shy smile that sends your hear racing before he returns his focus to his phone.

you can't hold back any longer; the urge to have him is overwhelming. in a sudden rush, you push your chair back with a loud squeak that reverberates through the quiet kitchen, causing matt to jerks in surprise at your unexpected movement and sound, and his eyes widen as he watches you drop down to your knees beneath the table.

the coolness of the floor sends a shiver up your spine as you crawl towards him, and when you reach him, your fingers immediately get to work, pulling his cock out of his pajama pants with a rush.

"wh...what are you do—oh." matt cuts himself off as you take his cock down his throat until your nose is pressed against him. his phone clutters to the table in shock, a shaky, breathless moan leaving his lips as you swallow thickly around him before bobbing your head.

you glance up at him with your cheeks full, seeing his head thrown back and glasses foggy, his jaw slack. you swallow around him again, your throat contracting around his tip, and matt's body jerks, his hips lifting off of the seat to press his cock further down, causing you to gag around him.

you move to pull off his cock to get the air flowing back into your lungs and jerk him off for a bit, but matt splutters out a whine, cupping your cheeks and pulling your head back down, slotting his cock back inside your mouth and grinding his hips against your face.

"don't.. don't move," matt breathes out, taking a daring peek down at you through foggy lenses, vision slightly blurred. he snaps his gaze back up, leaning his head back as he continues lazily thrusting his hips into the warmth of your mouth. "please... don't move."

© STURNIOZ

Bring back my pale sick looking baby with his long hair please 💖💖💖

sobbing so hard rn

Beeeeennnn sayinnggg

“i hate doggy position” we already knew that matt.

he’s such a missionary guy it’s not even funny. like imagine asking “matt…can we please do a different position” and his fucking response is “ ‘m sorry baby just wanna see your pretty face”

LIKE FUCK

the context: they were playing dti and someone hit the crawling pose LMFAO

Been saying my man was an ass guy yall ain’t listening 😭😭😭😭 (creds to my fine mootie for this video)

panties r soaked

my turn .ೃ࿔:

chris sturniolo

pairing. needy!chris x femdom!reader

genre. smut (MDNI), oneshot

wordcount. 3k i forgot to count mbmb

content warnings. swearing, nicknames, explicit content, no actual sex, teasing, straddling, slight dirty talk, thigh riding, slight handjob, slight fingering?? idk, slight hair pulling, finger sucking

| ❝ let me touch you, please ❞

a/n. first smut i’m actually posting. what the fuck is this im crawling out of my skin! smut is so hard to write like wdym this is a story about 2 people fucking!

ALL CONSENSUAL

enjoy & stay innocent, carysia ᡣ𐭩

everytime i surprise chris by showing up at his house, we usually have a makeout session. no sex, no dirty stuff, just pure french kissing.

today was different, today i had insane sexual tension that wouldn’t go away. i tried everything in my power to die it down before getting to chris’s, but i couldnt.

i tried getting myself off-10 times, 8 out of those 10 times i ended up stopping. i looked at every single photo chris had sent me, even the videos he sends me of him jerking off. even those didn’t work. i knew there was only one thing to do.

when i pulled up in chris’s frontyard, he was already at the door, with his arms open signaling for me to hug him. i run up and jump into his arms, gripping onto the back of his shirt, already attempting to stick my tongue down his throat.

“someone excited to see me, hm?” chris shoots me a cocky smile and we go to his room. he immediately jumps onto the bed and grabs the tv remote. i walk out, not giving chris a head’s up or anything like that.

“ma, our movie’s on, where are youuuu?” chris whines from inside his bedroom, as i undress and put on a black lingerie set, chris’s absolute favourite. i cover it up with a silk beige robe, and enter his room once again.

“baby what the fuck are you doin’ in that robe?” chris gives me a concerned look, but shrugs it off with a small laugh. “get to the edge of the bed” i order him, he obeys but gives me a sly grin while moving to edge.

i take my robe off, revealing the set i had worn underneath. “holy fuck….” chris scans my body for atleast 2 minutes before managing to get a second sentence out. “what the fuck you doin’ right now? nick and matt are home n’…” chris couldn’t even finish his sentence.

i soon prop myself up on chris’s lap, legs spread on each side of him. his fingers linger over my waist, but i sharply snap them off and place them on his sides. “don’t. not yet.” he rolls his eyes, so i grab his left hand back in put it back in my grip.

chris gives me a curious look, and i quite swiftly lead his hand to my mouth. i can feel a small bolt come from beneath me, and i know that chris is hard. it’s so hard it’s almost pushing into me. i decide to tease him even more.

with my hard grip on chris’s left hand, i open my mouth and give small kisses to his index finger. “shittt are you serious?” he groans into my shoulder, but instead of answering his whiny questions, i stick his fingers deeper into my mouth.

i can feel chris’s erection growing even larger by the minute, at this point-i’m mouth fucking his fingers like it’s his cock. chris moans at the sensation. he bits his bottom lip, hard, and i can feel him tremble.

“dont fucking do this, just let me touch you…” chris complains and whines while i’m still on top of him. while still sucking chris’s fingers, i take my robe off with my free hand. “be patient, chris.”

at this point, my naked body is hovered over chris’s clothed body. i lead his wet fingers to my panties, causing him to turn a little red in the face. he gives me puppy dog eyes, but i don’t give in. chris is now in a trance, drunk on my naked body. chris’s eyes widen when he realises his index and middle finger are now inside me. i begin to ride his thigh to keep the rhythm, while pumping his 2 fingers in and out of me.

“your fuckin’ insane.. y’know that?” chris lips his lips and bites on his inner cheek, to prevent from making any unnecessary sound. a loud groan escapes his soft pink lips, i give him an eyeing look, and he continues to stay quiet.

i ease his fingers in and out with more and more pressure by the minute, hearing chris moan so pretty at the feeling. chris watches me like a hawk, as i fuck my self with his hands. i bet he’d rather be in control, but i fucking love seeing him struggle to stay calm.

“you like it baby? you like when i put on a show for you?” chris’s pants twitch under my panties. “all i want to do is rip my fucking pants off and stick my cock inside you. but i cant-can i?.” my heart beats out of my chest. i get my other hand and grip onto his clothed cock, and i can feel his tip begin to leak through his jeans.

“my girl fuckk…your grinding on top of me and im not even allowed to help you out?” hearing chris whine gives me so much confidence. i grasp his cock once again, rubbing the faint imprint that i see on his pants. “seeing you like this-fuck i.. your gonna make me cum in my pants.” chris’s bead dips forward, legs trembling and forehead sweating at my touch. i grip his long brunette locks, and force his eyes on mine.

“let me touch you.. kiss you anything. fuck..” chris’s whole body shivers when my hands reach back for his. i take one more suck on 2 of his fingers and look into his eyes.

“today was my turn.”

me im afriad

bro the triplets need to do a bowling video so i can see them fingers in the HOLES

Matt hmu if u wanan do this

matt groans lowly into your mouth, his bare body pressed against you as his hands roam over your thighs beneath the white cotton sheets of his bed. you kiss him back lazily, your lips working slowly against his as he leans into you further. he leans his sweaty forehead against yours, disconnecting your lips momentarily before pressing a few more kisses to your parted lips.

“you good?” he mumbles against your mouth, pressing down on your stomach and earning a whine from you as he begins to trail kisses down your neck, gently nipping and biting as the skin as he moans against it.

you screw your eyes shut, nodding as you lace your fingers through matt’s curly and messy hair, softly pressing him into your neck more. “mhm,” you manage to hum, “little sensitive s’all,”

“mm sorry baby,” matt mumbles as he is still buried inside of you and mouthing at your neck, slowly working his way back up to your lips, messily connecting them again. he opens his mouth, slipping his tongue in through your parted lips, exploring the inside of your mouth as you two continue to kiss messily and slow. the soft sound of matt’s playlist fills the room, the song she drowns out the sounds of your low moans and lips smacking against one another.

matt sighs, kissing you deeply as his tongue works around yours, wetting the both of your lips and making the kiss even sloppier. “need you again,” he practically whines into your mouth, slowly beginning to grind himself against your pelvis, squeezing the soft flesh at your hip.

he grabs your waist, running his hand down the curve of your ass and to your thigh, hooking your leg around him and flipping you both around, twisting you into the sheet further.

“matt,” you moan, pulling away for a brief moment before matt is hurriedly pulling you back into the kiss, groaning lowly as he begins to grind you up and down against him.

“baby,” he pants into your mouth, “need you, need you bad.”

you whine in response, continuing to slowly grind against him at an agonizingly slow pace, messily slotting your lips against his. he wraps his arm around your waist, pulling you up into him as he groans lowly at the feeling of your walls squeezing around him while your tongue moves against his.

he pulls away, breathless as he looks up at you, softly running his hand through your hair, pushing a strand behind your ear as he pulls you back down against his lips. “round two?”

© mattscoquette

bff!matt x reader 💖 not proofread, this is dookie

it was 6:30 pm, i was just getting home from my work shift at the coffee shop. i kicked my shoes and apron off, heading towards my desk, “i seriously need to get this shit done” i stared down at my homework.

i was 20 minutes into my session, but was interrupted by a phone call. it was matt, “yes?” i was greeted by the sounds of heavy panting and a set of eyes. “matthew, are u serious.” i grew annoyed because why did i answer. “hi baby fuck i just really miss you right now.” he spoke with a few voice cracks here and there, “can you come over? please..”

i should just hang up and leave him to do it, but part of me just wants to help him. maybe just sit there and watch him jerk off, i’d be lying if i said i wasn’t thinking about him all day and theres a little hurricane in my pants. “im on my way matt.”

this wasnt new, me and matt decided to be friends with benefits after this one night where we got blackout drunk and high out of our minds and somehow ended up alone together.

i pulled into his drive way, walking inside the house. he unfortunately left the front door unlocked, i was outside door of his room and all i could hear was his faint, little whimpers.

“matt” i introduced myself as i walked into his room. his pants were tugged down his thighs and his shirt was somewhere discarded as he sat against the head board in the dim room. “so you really called me over for this?” i spoke, sitting myself down on the bed beside him.

he stared at me in awe as his hand went up and down his shaft. his mouth agape, his eyes hooded and red. “please, touch me.” he whispered loud enough to where i could hear him. i shuffled on top of his lap, removing his hands from his aching cock, replacing them with my own. his head fell back against the board and his mouth widened more as whimpers and moans left his throat.

his touch lingered my body as his hands crept up my shirt. his hands cupping my tits, squeezing them softly. he pulled me in for a kiss, his hands cupping my face before sliding down to my waist.

his cock began to twitch in my hand, signaling he was close.“oh my god, fuck, god baby you make me feel s’good..” his brain was mush, he didnt even know what he was talking about. “yeah? you like when i touch you this?” i spoke in a low tone, kissing his neck and further down.

“poor boy couldn’t get off himself, couldnt he?” i cooed in his ear, my other hand lightly scratching his chest. “im so close, p-please.. let me.” he began to hiccup and whine, his thighs were tensing up beneath me. my hand movements began to speed up after hearing him beg, my thumb sliding over his angry, red tip rapidly.

his knuckles started to turn white because of how hard he was gripping on the sheets. “n-need to be in you, i can’t take it.” he spoke as he began to move my shorts to the side. he wasted no time plunging into me, his nails leaving crecent shapes on my waist. he was moving at an animalistic paste, repeatedly hitting my g-spot. “m-matt..” i whined “shh..sh, s’okay fuck s’okay.” he mumbled into my neck, leaving sloppy kisses and some hickes here and there.

i felt the knot im my stomach about to snap, “oh my.. f-fuck matt.. r-right there..” i moan, my back is arched to the point it hurts, i have mascara running down my face. this whole thing was supposed to be fast and quick, but here i am getting fucked by my best friend. again.

the knot in my stomach quickly snapped, my legs tensed as my orgasm was washing over me. matt’s thrusts were getting slower, “where do y’want me baby..” “ins-side me..” i hiccuped. he shot his load in me after hearing those words, slowly pulling out then pushing it back inside me.

“matt i hate you.”

@chrisslutttygf @chrissidewhore @chrishotsexygf @cottoncandyswisherz @chaossturns @rlchrisfeinn

IM GOKNA 💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥

brattysub!matt getting punished for sending a nude to femdom!reader while she was away 🎀🎀

PUNISHED -M.STURNIOLO

a sub!matt blurb

matt had his cock in his hand stroking himself as little whimpers came out of his mouth. he knew he wasn't supposed to do this or his girlfriend would punish him for touching himself without her permission. she was currently out with her friends shopping as matt was home.

as much as he denied it he loved when his girlfriend would punish him. he opened his snapchat and took a video of him stroking his long veiny cock, tip glistening with precum. "m-mommy" he whimpered as he was jerking himself.

he sent the video to his girlfriend as he kept jerking himself as he started to get close to his orgasm. he recorded himself for his girlfriend as white spurts of cum spilled all over his belly as he kept whimpering.

moments later, matt recieved a series of messages from his girlfriend causing a small smirk to appear on his face.

yn: when i get home you're getting punished.

yn: you know better then touching yourself without my permision.

a while later matts girlfriend got back from being out with her friends. she sat her bags down in the living room and headed to her shared room with matt.

matt was sitting at his desk playing games acting innocent. he knew what she was about to do, he felt himself already growing hard at the anticipation.

she got on her knees underneath his desk and slid down his sweatpants. she spit in her hand as she started to jerk him.

"don't fucking cum unless you have permission." she said as she took him into her mouth going all the way down to where her nose hits his pubic bone.

matt threw his head back moaning as his girlfriend was deepthroating him. her throat was molded to the shape of his dick as she took him all the way in.

salivia was all over her chin and his stomach as she took him out of her mouth stroking him.

"m-mommy feels so good" he whimpers as he looks at her.

he starts twitching in her hand indicating that he's close to his orgasm. "gonna cum!" he whined.

"hold it." she demanded as she started to jerk him off at a fast pace as she bit her lip watching his facial expression.

"been a bad boy,cumming and touching yourself without my permission." she took him back into her mouth letting his tip hit the back of her throat.

she bobbed her head a few times before getting up and sliding down her shorts and panties.

she climbed onto his lap as she sunk down on him letting out a small moan at the stretch of his cock. "if you're a good boy and you fuck me good enough might let you cum."

a/n: this was veryyyyy rushed and idk how i feel about it.

ik so wet

────⠀ BULL RIDIN' w/ COWBOY!MATT.

NOTES ,, idk this is kind of pwp but with a little plot ??? LMFAO cowboy!matt my dearest.... uhhh minors dont interact !!! this. is smutty n stuff 😞 ive seen so much negativity n its makin me so ☹️ like. please be nice to eachother idk bro its not hard.. ANYWAY ENOUGH YAP FROM ME let me know if u wanna be on the taglist <3

matt's obsessed with how you look perched up atop that mechanical bull, straddling it so prettily. his eyes rake over you as he leans against the railing surrounding where the bull is. it feels oddly intimate to him, seeing the way your thighs squeeze against the sides of the machine, how you have to hold on tight to stop yourself from being thrown up—inadvertently causing your tits to bounce beneath the soft cotton of your shirt. which in turn, has his eyes locked to the area for a moment before he snaps out of it.

he's sure every other guy in the roadhouse is staring at you, getting the same ideas that he is. you look perfect up there—having the absolute time of your life. even the guys beside him as he looks up at you are getting their fill, as much as it makes him wanna throttle them, he keeps himself at bay so that you can simply enjoy yourself tonight. and besides, he's the only one your eyes are on in the first place. with every buck of the bull beneath you, you're glancing up at matt as if to say 'look at me!'

it has a smile settling on his face, practically plastered on as he looks up at you, his arms folded against the railing with his chin resting against them. when he can, he gives you the occasional wave, just wishing to see that beaming smile adorn your own face like it is for him. as much as he's lovin' seeing you ride, he glances over at the worker controlling the bull to see when it's time for you to hop off, and well, time for him to get his hands on you.

quite honestly, he zones out just looking at you, in thought—he's only snapped out of it when he hears the patrons all erupt in applause, your turn on the bull coming to an end. before he even knows it, you're practically running at him and throwing yourself into his arms. "woah, hey there," a breathless laugh escapes him at the sight of you all giddy, and he easily wraps his arms around your middle.

"it was so good, i felt so tall—" you're beaming, clinging to him as if he's your lifeline. with your arms thrown around his neck, your body presses up against his. he groans at the close contact, having to loosen you a little to adjust his jeans so you don't feel the gradual tenting against you. "it was so fun, i wanna go again, 'n' again, m'tellin' you," it felt almost empowering in a way, all those people looking up at you ane clapping, cheering, whistling for you.

most important part was him, though. this has easily been the most fun you've had in weeks, months, maybe even years. the ranch couldn't compare to this, not at all. "yeah, had fun, baby?" he smiles softly, drawing you in closer with his hands running up and down your back. occasionally they dip lower and cup at the curve of your ass, thumbs stroking over the denim material idly.

"so much fun," you agreed, practically burying yourself into him. you're so damn pretty, he's weak. you looked so nice like this, but you'd look so much nicer riding something else, huh? he's reeling at the thought, eyes fluttering over your figure silently for a moment before he looks up at you again, not wanting to get caught with his thoughts. "that's good, darlin'," matt agrees quietly, a little distracted by the sight of you.

"you're so pretty, y'know that?" he can't help himself, his hand on your ass squeezing gently before he slides it up to your jean clad thigh, squeezing as well as he holds onto it. whilst he feels up your thigh, his free hand that stayed on your waist slides up under your shirt. the warmth of your skin makes him groan under his breath, his eyes lifting to yours. "just a little doll, ain't you?"

matt does this a lot—get all touchy and loving on you, and even so, you never get used to it. it always has your skin growing warm, eyes even dilating a little. "you're jus' flatterin' me. you do this with every pretty girl?" matt scoffs at your words. being cooped up in that farmhouse of yours made you sassy, watchin' all that television. he loved it, though, how you fired back with him.

"no, ma'am," he smiled gently, drawing you closer. "jus' sayin'.. you looked real nice up on that there bull," leaning in, he let his nose brush against the crook of your neck for a moment. the feel of his warm breath against your skin has you shivering however instinctively leaning into his touch. matt hums quietly, the urge to find some quiet area of the roadhouse and really give you a ride growing more and more each moment. "you're good at ridin', hm?"

"mhm," you hum in return, your lips parting with a soft sound as he squeezes all over your body. you can practically feel him hardening against your thighs, and he draws you closer once more. although, his gaze flutters up and around the bar for a bit. he looks back at you, biting his tongue for a second. "how 'bout," he starts, "you test out those skills for me? gotta put 'em to good use so you don't get rusty, darlin'."

"we wouldn't want that, would we?" a warmth floods through you as you speak, your eyes darting up to his. a lazy smirk crawls its way over matt's lips and he easily hooks his arm around your waist again. his hand slides into the back pocket of your jeans, curling over your ass as he draws you close and over to a quiet, partioned part of the bar. "mm, no, we wouldn't," he coos.

glancing around for a minute, he checks to see whether the coast is clear before he sits himself down. leaning back against booth, he glances up at you, watching how you stand there with your hands on your hips. "baby, you gonna stand there or come get to work?" matt muses, patting his thighs for a minute before he starts undoing the buttons and zip of his jeans.

"don't tell me what to do," you watch for a moment as he undoes his jeans, the way he easily rolls them down his thighs. he notices, his smirk widening a little. "but baby," matt croons, his head tilting to the side a little bit. "you like when i tell you what to do," and he's right, yeah. you really do. you're already unzipping your own jeans, pushing them down your thighs, and then off your body completely to give you room to move around.

"that's it," matt mumbles, eyes raking over you. the sight of you in just your panties and that pretty top has him groaning m, his hand sliding down to palm himself over his boxers for a moment. his tongue darts out to wet his bottom lip, jerking his chin in his direction with his free hand held out for you to come sit yourself down. "c'mere," his voice holds an almost whiny quality to it, his blue eyes lifting up to yours instinctively.

"m'comin'," you murmur quickly, glancing up at him. those blue eyes of his quite honestly make you weak. making your way over, you stand between his spread legs for a moment. this gives him room to shimmy off his boxers a little, freeing his aching, throbbing cock with precum oozing from the tip. he quickly moves his hand to stroke himself, getting himself ready to line up against your entrance and push inside you. he'd been waiting for this for a good hour or so now, honestly.

matt's hand stays lazily pumping his cock, but his other hand slides over to your hips and squeezes for a moment, before he draws you closer. it moves over the curve of your thigh, grasping at the meat of it and easing one leg over his hip, then he moves the other one to do the same. "you alright? still want this?"

"just—" you roll your eyes at his words, reaching a hand down to push your panties to the side a little. a little gasp escapes you at the feel of the different air against your wet folds, and matt scoffs in amusement at your reaction. if you could make such a pretty sound because of that, he knew your sounds would be even prettier when he had you riding him to high heaven.

you stare at matt for a minute, seeing the scoff, and you shake your head before you scoot so you're lined up with his tip. matt watches you intently, his eyes locked on the sight of you so pliant yet headstrong above him. he leans back against the booth, hands grasping at your soft thighs, grip tightening instantly when you ease yourself down on him. "fuck," it takes everything he has to not start bucking up into you already, but he knows he has to take his time and let you adjust.

"so tight around me already, sweetheart," being atop of that mechnical bull had already given you some real good friction if you were being completely honest, so you were wet enough for him to just ease inside without much resistance. your hands instinctively lift up to his shoulders, steadying yourself as you sink down. he's so warm, so close, his hands squeezing at your thighs tightly. "there we go.." when you're finally settled, he shuts his eyes for a minute, the feeling of being buried deep inside you making his heart race.

"open your eyes, please?" you love looking at his face when you lift your hips up and down, bringing yourself off him just to the tip before you slam back down on him again. he can't say no to you, not at all, so when you ask him to, his eyes open again. they're a little hazy, dilated from the intoxication of being beneath you. "mmh," you hum, taking the look of his eyes and just the way he's holding onto you as a sign to go ahead and start moving.

slowly but surely, you lift your hips up with the help of your thighs, and his hands, till your almost off him before you drop back down again. a throaty sound slips from past his lips, almost a whine. "look so good on top of me like this," he pants, drawing you even closer as you start to gain a pace that both of you like. you just let out the prettiest sounds as his cock drags against your walls, your thighs trembling a little with every bounce that you make.

feeling as though you don't need much of his help to gain rhythm, he lets go of your thighs and lifts his hands to your chest, palming your tits through the soft fabric of your top. "can't forget these, huh?" he muses, words shaky as his hips slowly start to thrust up to meet your motions. all of it has you whining above him, pretty little sounds escaping you with every one of his and your own movements. "ca—can't forget about those," you agree breathily, lifting a hand to move over top his as he runs his fingers over your nipples idly. "matt, oh my—"

it's a lot—the difference in how full you feel when he's buried in you to the hilt, and how you feel when you're lifted off him, god, it's stark, and yeah, every downward thrust has you crying out in soft moans whereas every upwards movement has you whining for more. "so greedy for me, aren't you," matt tuts, smiling gently at the sight of you looking so pretty and breathless, so needy. his hands find their way back to your hips again and he squeezes, taking that opportunity to start thrusting his hips upwards a little harder. his page picks up, your thighs shaking at the building pressure.

"that's all you needed, hm?" one of his hands slips down between your legs, beneath your panties, and his thumb starts working at your clit to get you over the edge. he draws firm circles around the bundle of nerves, his eyes lifting up to yours once more whilst he simultaneously pounds his hips up against yours. "making me feel so good, baby." but he'd get you there first, he'd make sure of it. you're practically soaking him, especially when that knot of pleasure bursts and you feel that familiar bliss wash over you.

it was a combination of his hips snapping up against yours and his thumb circling your clit, plus just the proximity of his body against yours and his eyes meeting yours on occasion that had you coming undone. "that's it, makin' a right mess on my cock," he coos, easing his thumb off your clit as to not overstimulate you and slowly sliding his hands back to your thighs to draw you a little closer. "just a little bit more, darlin'. you can take it, can't you? just a bit more for me?"

"just a little," you mumble in agreement, arms slowly wrapping around his neck as that fuzzy, warm feeling takes over a little. this is familiar in the best way, the rhythmic movement of his hips, his cock pushing in and out of you at a firm but easy pace. the wet sounds of skin against skin, it has you whining against him and practically holding onto his flannel for dear life.

he grunts low under his breath, "ain't gonna last long with you squeezin' the life outta' me like that," you can feel his thighs tense beneath you, his grip on your hips tightening as his thrusts start to stutter a little. his head tilts back and he lets out a guttural growl, eyes squeezing shut the moment he starts painting your insides white with his cum, his grip on you tightening impossibly so as he rides the waves of pleasure. "fuck," he wraps his arms around your waist, drawing you closer.

it's so warm, everything's so warm, the feeling of his release oozing down the insides of your thighs as he holds you there. a soft moan escapes you, your head nuzzling into his neck. his eyes flutter open after a minute, gaze meeting yours in an instant. had you made a mess? yeah, definitely, but was this completely worth it? a hundred percent. "swear you're turnin' into my very own cowgirl with skills like that," his words come out breathy, and an airy laugh of your own slips past your lips.

"might have to go ridin' again, actually," one of the things he loved most about you: your insatiability. you never really do get enough of him, huh?

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⸝⸝ BED CHEM — introducing story. 𓂃 (frat) fuckboy! chris x playgirl! reader . . . @mattscoquette for the plot ︎♡ @fawnchives @eternaldecisions @zweigsangel @mattslolita @chrisolivia4l

your relationship with chris was beyond complicated. there was no concrete definition that could be used to describe the two of you together, or rather, a chaotic explosion was the closest. you were known for being the heartthrob of your school, a damn player who made sure to keep her feelings out of the game — thinking only of herself selfishly while everyone fell off her feet effortlessly. chris, on the other hand, was pretty much the same. classic fratboy who only thought about fucking and surrounding himself with bodies curvy enough to satisfy his hormonal boy needs.

precisely for that reason, his name was not unknown to you, nor yours to him. but you were never intrigued enough to want to know more. never enough to actually want to go beyond the usual information you had: the an annoying and cocky whoremonger he was. what ultimately lured you into the trap, however, were his parties that everyone was talking about. you weren't someone who liked to miss out on fun, so that's how you found yourself in the bear's den.

as you made your way inside the noisy party with your friends next to you, already rolling your eyes at the insistent smell of weed — something you had never tried before, chris's friends had already noticed you right away. a thin whistle escaped nathan's lips, and he nudged the boy next to him. "what is she doin’ at your party?" he asked curiously, raising an eyebrow as he took in chris's smug expression. "why wouldn't she be there? she must have heard how fuckin’ good my parties are" he shrugged, leaning against the back of the seat as he took a quick sip of his drink. his eyes couldn't help but slide over your inviting body, and damn if you weren't a sight to his hungry gaze. he kind of understood the reason for all that hype you had, he couldn't deny it. even though he would rather die than admit it.

“i bet is fire” chris added, snapping out of his own thoughts regarding you as he turned to look back at nate, who made a confused face. "what?" he asked, making the other boy chuckle. "the pussy, dude. i bet the pussys fire" he had no damn filter, and in response nate could only shake his head at that bluntness.

another friend of his immediately laughed at what he said, before holding out his hand so he could hit it. "and i wonder why you haven't hit that yet" chris rolled his eyes, hitting his hand as he shook his head. "keep wonderin’, cause i don’t think it’s gon happen" he scoffed, giving you another quick glance. realistically speaking, he didn't believe what he was saying either. the whole damn institute kept talking about how you'd both end up in the same bed sooner or later, and chris was kinda looking forward it — even if he shouldn’t.

"wanna bet?" they asked playfully, making him raise an eyebrow as he completely finished his drink, before leaving the empty glass on a table that would soon be forgotten about. he loved betting, he always did, but he couldn't help but feel restless knowing it involved you. "it depends," he shrugged. “we’ll see how tonight goes, guys”

and then, casually, he found himself getting up from the couch he was so comfortable on while he completely ignored the smug and knowing looks of his group, deciding to walk directly in your direction without even thinking ‘bout it twice. you were prettily leaning against the bar counter, your long fingers wrapped around a drink that he couldn't quite understand due to the lights, while you were talking animatedly with another girl who was listening with total interest. with a quick glance, he noticed that the glass was practically almost empty from how fast you were drinking, so with a smooth move of his body he placed himself right next to you on that counter, looking at you with an annoying smirk of his. "can i offer you another?" he nodded towards the drink, tilting his head.

your reaction was immediate, one eyebrow raised as you looked him up and down in a manner that made him subtly chuckle. "i'm good," you said simply, offering him a fake smile — your glossy lips shining completely under the insistent lights reflecting off them. his gaze automatically fell on them, licking his own as he nodded. "too bad. it was a way of showing you my gratitude for being here" he let out a disappointed sigh, although it was clearly ironic given how he kept giving you that unshakeable smirk. "it was a surprise, you know? seeing you here n shit"

you rolled your eyes, huffing as you placed the glass on the counter. "i felt generous and decided to make this party less boring, that’s all" that made him put a hand on his chest while he pretended to be more than offended. "so that's what you think of my parties, huh? you offend me" he simply said, shaking his head as he leaned his elbows further into the surface and gestured for the barman to come closer, then actually ordered a drink for himself and another one for you.

"who asked you that?" you asked rhetorically, narrowing your eyes. your clear irritation made him enjoy himself far too much, and it only contributed to making you feel worse as you tried to look anywhere but in his direction, with him just busy at eating you with his eyes. your friend had thought of leaving with a poor excuse, and in your head you were already thinking about how to kill her for having done this — unaware that the tension, from the outside, was simply too much. "jesus, can't i just be generous? you needa losen up a bit" chris playfully pushed you off your shoulder, before you wiped the spot he touched lightly with your fingertips in response. “dumbass”

as soon as your drinks arrived you finally enjoyed the fact that he had gone quiet, leaving you in your own little world while with one sip you had downed half the liquid in the glass. his eyes fell on the way your throat moved at that, and he couldn't help but smirk. "dayum, slow down" he broke the silence, deciding not-very-intelligently to take the glass out of your fingers to try.

"dont—”you tried to say, making a disgusted face at the fact that he had already placed his lips on your glass. chris raised an eyebrow at your expression, handing you the drink back. "what?" he found himself asking, licking his lips again to remove the excess alcohol from them. “it’s disgusting and unsanitary” was your simple response, shaking your head as you set the glass down on the surface of the counter.

that was his turn to roll his eyes, moving slightly closer to you as he tilted his head. "was it?" his tone of voice was lower than before, though your reaction to that was internal — remaining stoic on the outside. “yeah” you nodded. chris hummed, before shrugging. "maybe i should have tried straight from your lips, now that i think about it."

you remained silent for a moment, almost taken aback by his sudden and radical change in behavior while you really fought not to take your eyes off his, not wanting to let him win at all. “like i’d let you do it” you cleared your throat, running a hand through your hair.

“yeah? you wouldn’t?”

“never”

“that’s bullshit. i know you want me” he was so sure of yourself that you wanted to slap him. the palms of your hands hurt from how much you wanted to as you took a deep breath and closed your eyes briefly, before reopening them just to find his face just a breath away from yours. “christopher” you muttered, holding up a hand.

he practically rabbed the wrist of that hand, before dragging you, and quickly, into the first bathroom he could find. probably the worst of them all, the light from it barely illuminated those suffocating walls, but he didn't care. he made you lean against the door while his body, visibly larger than yours, pinned you against it to prevent you from moving, that closeness gave you a glimpse of his dior sauvage which immediately made you dizzy. you hated it. “i’ll scream if you don’t lemme go” you threatened, though your words were useless. “go ahead. they’re probably gonna think we already got into it” you were about to lose your mind.

suddenly his lips moved across your jaw slowly, tracing the sharp line of it as his hands gripped your waist a little too tightly. “i know you want me. i know it. so stop playin hard to get” and with that, his lips found yours in an almost painful (painfully good) kiss. it was a quick battle of tongues and teeth, domineering hands making room on your body like it belonged to him, just like your fingers clung to his shirt. the urgency of those touches was so familiar that you wanted to drown in it, and you didn't want it to ever end because you liked it a little too much. his tongue insistently fought with yours for dominance, and you didn't even try to do it back because you wanted to surrender to him completely. and you did.

there wasn't a minimum of space between your bodies, completely attached to each other. chris raised his knee slightly, teasingly pressing into your heat as your mewl for that was stifled in the kiss. he moved it just a little, almost completely still, but it was the simple pressure that had made you clench around nothing instantly.

he didn’t want to keep teasing, tho. the zipper on your dress was looking a little too complicated to undo, like it was stuck or something, and patience was the first thing he was lacking right now. so he thought well of tearing it away from you, making you whine into the kiss. you wanted to pull away, see what the fuck he had done, but a hand wrapped around your neck quickly stopped you from doing so as he continued to devour you completely.

it seemed like he was starving, and you were enjoying it a little too much. choosing matching lingerie was the right move, because as soon as he broke away from the kiss, a small groan escaped his lips at the sight of your body — your dress already pooling down your feet. he couldn't stop touching you, he wouldn’t. in the meantime your fingers had already lowered the zip of his jeans, the rush had completely clouded both of your brains.

“please” you breathed out as you watched him pull down his boxers with one hand as he helped your legs wrap around his waist with the other. he smirked a little at how you begged him, humming as two thick fingers moved to push aside those revealing panties you were wearing. he started by teasing your entrance lightly with the tip of them, watching you squirm against him as your back arched. “i gotchu, baby, jus’ stay still f’me” he murmured against your ear, before slowly sliding a finger in. your warm walls tightly wrapped around his finger, and he quickly added another so he could stretch you out properly. he moved them right away at a fairly fast pace, just the sound of your moans, which you tried to keep low, were music to his ears. “fuck, yes” your lips were parted as you pulled your head back against the wall. those fingers were a kind of forbidden paradise.

his fingers then curled against your gummy walls, and you were unable to do anything but whimper and cry as you already neared your orgasm. “m’gonna- chris” you moaned and moaned again, body starting to tremble as you felt a not so familiar coil building up in your stomach. but he quickly shook his head at that, removing his fingers from your tight heat as a whine of protest emitted from your throat as you felt the coil slowly subside. “you can only get to cum on my fuckin cock, doll. only that for tonight”

simple words before he filled you up immediately, his length reaching deep inside you and drawing out a soundless scream. “mhm, like that” he praised lowly, biting his lower lip as he took in your fucked up face. chris started off rough, fucking into you like he didn’t care about anything else at all. his hips slammed bruisingly against yours, cock bullying its way deeper in you.

you were a mess at that point. head foggy, loud sobs and incoherent moans of his name spilling past your lips like it was a damn prayer. “chris-chris, god” you mewled as your fingers gripped his shoulders tightly, manicured nails digging into the skin until you were sure it hurt. “don’t stop” he had no intention of doing so.

if anything, his movements only sped up, making him groan again as your walls squeezed him so deliciously — as if they'd just been waiting for his cock all along. “there we go, yeah. so fuckin’ good” he cooed. “you fuckin love this. isn’t that right, baby? huh?” his other hand moved to wrap around your neck again, forcing your watery eyes to meet his. “mhm” you cried out in response.

stars clouded your vision and your toes curled as you definitely neared your release. “m’gonna cum, please let me. feelin it so good” you moaned in between broken mewls. “yes, yes baby” his voice was so raspy as he neared his own high as well, thrusts becoming slow and hard.

it was not long before your body quivered, pussy tightening as you came all over his cock, chris just following after you. but he knew better than to cum into you. he really did. so he was quick to slid out of you with a groan as his body spasmed, fist halting around his cock as his cum spilled onto his tensed abs in hot spurts.

you were both exhausted as you breathed heavily, your legs had tightened their grip around his body to keep from falling — as you were sure you had no stability. thin layers of sweat coated your skin as they lightly touched each other, your mind already filling with thoughts of how the fuck you were going to walk out of the club in a torn dress, while his simply focused on the fact that he was right when he said that pussy was fire.

yeah, you were definitely something too much, but your bed chem was undeniable.

SHES SCREAMINT!!!!

Red Eyes (Dealer!Chris x Reader)

➢   “--didn’t mean to—’m sorry, okay? I…hmmm…have you always smelt this good?”

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2: Don't You Wanna Make Me Proud?

I could feel his cum dripping out of me. The mirror in front of me captured his face perfectly, the slight layer of sweat on his forehead matching the way his lips parted and huffed for air. 

Our routine of lounging in his room had been interrupted. One minute his hands were all over me, the next they were answering a call—her call. I knew exactly who it was. Riley had a habit of calling him up too much. Sometimes she didn’t even need any more weed, it was simply to ‘help’ him out and invite him to her parties. 

He didn’t need her help. Chris was fine, he got business constantly. I don’t know why, but for some reason, he always made sure to go to her parties. He had dragged me to a couple before, but this was different. 

Right before his phone had rang, his hands were all over me. He had insisted on giving me a more innocent stress relief, but I couldn’t help but squirm and beg for more as his hands massaged all on me. Chris took his sweet time lingering his groping hands on my thighs, ‘accidentally’ grazing my pussy. 

His hands were softer than usual. It drove me insane. The slight circles he rubbed on my clit through my clothes was clouding every thought that didn’t revolve around him. Layer by layer, I had finally been naked and his hands were working magic, toying with my clit playfully as he laughed at me squirming. 

And then the stupid phone rang. 

Not only did he pick it up, but he started getting ready while talking to her. I was pissed to say the least. I was even more pissed watching him entertain her all night, giving her smiles that belonged to me. Jealousy was an understatement. My skin raged with offense watching him pick her over me. 

I couldn’t help but drag him away from her and towards the bathroom. Although, it didn’t seem like he minded. He had me slightly bent over the counter sink, gripping my shoulder to pull me back into each thrust, directing me to keep my eyes on the mirror to watch everything. 

It all felt so good. I almost forgot how fucked everything was, how stupid it was to be so desperate for him when he shrugged me off for a dumb party. But shame didn’t overpower how much I needed him to touch me. Shame didn’t come close to how good he felt fucking into me from behind. 

“I’m gonna go back out, clean up and we’ll leave in a few.” 

Shame. That’s all that overtakes me, churning my gut with nausea as he yanks my dress down, kissing the side of my head and sneaking out the bathroom door. 

He came with me to the bathroom. He fucked me. But, he was going back to talk to her. Looking back into the mirror, I wince at my smudged makeup. The black mascara starts dropping streaks down my cheeks as I sniffle. 

This wasn’t worth it anymore. 

Grabbing my phone, I call up the only other person I knew I could call. 

“Hello–”

“Could you come pick me up?” 

“It’s him again, isn’t it?” My silence explains wordlessly while sharp sniffs echo in the bathroom. “Oh honey…I’m on my way.” 

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I couldn’t stop shaking. Mostly because I couldn’t stop thinking. Once it all came crashing down, it really all sank in. He didn’t love me. Not in the way I wanted him to. All I was doing was hurting myself, letting myself think something would change. 

“Hey, it’s okay…I got you, let it all out,” her voice soothes. Vee had been there for me. Not that we were necessarily super close, but our late night study sessions had revolved in a lot of trauma dumping. I didn’t remember the last time I hugged someone who wasn’t Chris. I couldn’t even remember it ever feeling like this—so utterly bare. 

“I’m so dumb–”

“You’re not dumb. You’re human, it’s okay, you just….you can’t keep doing this to yourself. Please? For me? Promise you’ll stop torturing yourself like this. I can’t watch.” Sighing at her words, I attempt to sit up, only to have her pull me into a tighter hug. A cry leaves my lips. I’m not even sure how anymore, everything feels so drained, but the second she pulls me closer…I can feel my heart shatter with the mantra; this has to end. 

“I love him so much, you…you—you don’t understand. He’s always there for me, he’s been there for me—”

“Where is he now?” she asks. 

My lips fall into a silent pout. He’s with her. Did he even notice I was gone? Did he even care? Maybe he was fucking her in that same bathroom. Maybe he would give her more than one quick glance after cumming inside of her.

It made me sick. 

I could see it. His hands grabbing her waist, his smile looming over her shoulder as she looked in the mirror. Maybe he’d even look into her eyes and lean in closer. 

Fuck. I couldn’t think about it. 

“Are you—”

Vee is running behind me as I rush into the bathroom. Not a sip of alcohol had entered my mouth, not even one hit of anything to give my brain some sort of euphoria except for sex. But, it didn’t feel like it. Contents rushed out of my mouth and into her toilet as I felt her pull my hair back, rubbing my shoulder. 

Physically, mentally, and emotionally sick. 

As I sit back trying to catch my breath, I heave for air while tears rush down my cheeks. It all feels so heavy. My heart feels like it’s weighing down my entire body. 

I can’t take it. 

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Three days. I had made excuse after excuse in my mind, but none of them added up. Not a single text or call from him. Chris didn’t even seem to notice my absence. Maybe he had someone—her to fill the void of what I usually gave him though. 

I kept picturing them together. Him fucking her from behind like he did with me, but even worse…him fucking her face-to-face. 

How many times did she make him cum? 

Was she better than me? 

Vee had made me promise not to reply to him. I agreed, but I didn’t expect this. Silence was not something I assumed would’ve happened. And technically…I wasn’t replying, I was reaching out. 

I didn’t care what happened—I didn’t even know what I wanted to happen. All I knew was I needed to see him, I needed to hear him, and I needed to know. I was tired of rotting in my bed, wondering what position they were, how deep he was in her. He was mine. 

The drive wasn’t long. Arriving at his front door, I was almost debating turning around. What was I doing here? What was I hoping would happen? But, the door opened before I could give it a second thought. 

“Oh…hey? What are you doing here?” 

A familiar face, one similar to his. Matt pulled me into the house, his eyes dancing over my appearance with concern. We weren’t nearly as close as Chris and I were, but him and I just got each other. He could tell when I was just done, and I saw the signs he gave too. 

Sometimes the music would just be too loud in the car altogether and he would look at me from the rearview mirror, turning it down while offering a sympathetic smile. Other times, I’d see him getting frustrated with how much energy Chris had and I’d let Chris play with my hair or redirect him to something else to level his energy out. We just got each other. 

“I…you…” He looks up to my face, his eyes scrunching with concern. “What’s going on?” he asks. 

What’s going on?

My brain raced to find an easy answer. Settling on a dismantled junction of thoughts and shards of truths lingering together, weighing my shoulders down as I let out a sullen huff. 

‘I fell in love with your brother and now I’m so consumed with thoughts of him loving this other girl that I get physically ill.’ 

But I didn’t say that. I didn’t say anything as Matt tugged my arm lightly, having me follow him up to the living room as we sat on the couch. Nick looks up from his phone, offering me a head nod with tired eyes. 

“Hey,” Nick states. 

Matt picks his phone up, dropping it on the table before running off to his room with a giddy laugh. My eyes float over to Nick, watching him shrug with a judgemental expression. 

“Bitch, I don’t know either, don’t look at me.” 

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Sweet fucking relief. Matt had decided to bring out his lego sets. We all worked on them together, joking around as I felt the weight of reality lighten. It had all felt so out of control, this felt like some sort of grounding—something telling me I wasn’t completely hopeless of feeling joy. 

“What’s up though? You usually don’t come over unannounced, not that I’m complaining though. I can’t stand living with two straight men alone sometimes.” Nick remarks. I snicker at his statement, shoving in the last piece to complete the lego sculpture as Matt flips him off. 

“Don’t know,” I shrug, brushing it off as reality creeps in. I can almost hear the thump of my heart echo, but I realize it’s footsteps—his footsteps. 

“What’re you guys—oh, hey.” 

My jaw clenches from his dry words. He ghosted me, didn’t even care to check if I was okay, and all I got was that. I loved this man. I loved how sweet he was, how his arms felt like the softest blanket imaginable, how his laugh made everything seem okay….I loved him and he didn’t even like me enough to see if I was okay. 

Everyone seemed to fall silent. I could hear my breaths getting heavier as I glared at him, but I couldn’t help it. He hurt me by making me feel so stupid—by making me want to ruin everything holding me together for just a moment of feeling like it was us against the world. 

“I….I’m just gonna go to bed…night, guys.” Matt starts getting up to walk towards his room, Nick following after him as he starts to wander towards his own bedroom. 

“Yeah, me too. Night.” 

As they disappear behind closed doors and hallways, Chris sighs, walking over and sitting next to me on the couch. My teeth clamp into my cheek as I feel myself growing hot with anger. 

He couldn’t even check up on me. 

Was he too busy spending the whole night with her? 

Maybe he held her all night when he didn’t even bother to pull down my dress all the way. 

“Hey, are you okay?” 

My head whips to stare at him with a slacked jar. Is he serious? Am I okay?

“You’re fucking kidding me. Chris, you’re—” I squint my eyes shut, rubbing the bridge of my nose as I take a shaky breath. 

He didn’t even care to think how hurt this would all make me. 

“I…let’s go talk in my room, okay?” 

____

Everything was just building up more and more. We both sat on his bed in a dead silence, a silence he needed to break. 

“So…”

I sigh hearing his clueless words. Did he really not think this much? Did she consume every thought of his? 

“So what, Chris? You didn’t even bother to check up on me–”

“I saw you leave with Vee that night, what are you talkin’ about, kid?” 

Oh. 

“Don’t call me that,” I mutter. 

Was I really that stupid? 

It felt like every word that left my mouth was just confirming how fucking dumb I felt. 

His body scoots closer to mine as he slugs his arm around me, nuzzling my head to his chest. “Hey…don’t be mad at me, okay? Talk it through c’mon. The last thing I wanna do is stress you out more.” 

My body stiffens. I lean against the headboard, shying out of his arms. With my arms crossed in front of my body, I can feel his stare intensify on me, trying to read me like a book. My tongue clicks on the side of my cheek. Tears flood and warm my face as I stare up to the ceiling, letting out a sigh of frustration as I blink furiously. 

It wasn’t his fault, it was mine. There was nobody to blame except for me and I was taking it out on him. 

“I’m sorry, I guess I just….I don’t know, Chris. You—you left me the other day in the bathroom like that. That…that was kinda fucked up, ya know?” 

I cringe hearing the way I undermine every emotion with casual words. He hurt me. Even if he didn’t mean to—he hurt me. 

“Ma….” he whispers, trying to pry my arms apart. I keep them clenched against my chest, watching him sigh in defeat as he lays his chin on my forearm to stare up at me. “--didn’t mean to—’m sorry, okay? I…hmmm…have you always smelt this good?” he asks, whispering to himself as his lips brush against my stomach peeking out from the bottom of my shirt. 

Fuck. I forgot how good it felt. 

His eyes gleam up at me. The scene of him so far buried in giving me affection leaves me forgetting everything, but as soon as his teeth nibble slightly onto my hipbone, I’m met with a brutal reminder of the bruise still lingering from the bathroom counter he had me bent over. 

The anger fuels my hunger more, leaving me shifting to sit up despite his hands pushing me down into the bed. 

“Oh, please, ma? Just wanna kiss ya…” he trails off, lingering the tip of his finger to trace subtle patterns onto my bare hip, pulling the fabric of my sweats down slightly. 

I bring my hand up, caressing the pout of his face before starting to adjust my body weight. Slugging my leg over his hips, I grin hearing him hiss as I sit on top of his hardening dick. 

The vibrance of the room is dark besides the glowing TV behind us, paused on some sort of scene that leaves a blue glow gliding along his skin to highlight his features. I place my palms on his stomach, sliding them up and underneath his shirt teasingly, leaning down as I nibble on his neck and ear. 

A groan falling from his mouth makes my teeth ache to bite harder. He shifts underneath me, quickly stripping his shirt off. Chris grasps me tightly from the back of my neck, guiding my lips to his as he holds onto my hip, grinding his cock up into me. 

He smirks against me as a moan vibrates from my lips. “Yeah? That feel good, ma?” he taunts. 

Pushing him down by the shoulder roughly, I start to grind my hips more intently. Chris’s hands quickly grab onto my hips, his nails digging into the fabric of my sweats as he tries to grind up into me. 

“Nope,” I say, hovering over him as he lets out a huff of frustration. “I get control or you get nothing.” 

His eyes furrow as he fiddles with the hem of my shirt. Frustration covers his features. The fidget of his hands meddles and tickles my skin, my gut clenching as I feel him linger his hand down a line from my belly button, stopping just above my sweats. 

“Oh, c’mon….don’t you want me to–”

I start getting off of him, biting back a smirk as he pulls me down and gives me a pleading look. “Wait! I’m sorry, I’m sorry, just….just touch me, ma. Please,” he rambles, grabbing my hand and guiding it to the bulge in his sweats. 

The desperation of his hard grip leaves me prideful. He needs me—he wants me. 

“Yeah? You want me to touch you, baby? 

____

Clothes had been discarded and arrayed around the floor. None of the articles of fabric being from my own body. In fact, I was completely clothed. The tops of my tits were nearly spilling out due to him grasping onto the area, but it just made me even more happy. 

“Fuck, fuck, fuckkkkkkk,” he strains, his abdomen clenching and restricting as I keep my even strokes of my hand up and down his cock, my thumb gliding over his throbbing tip that’s already coated in cum. 

With his head thrown back into the pillows, I watch him fall apart. His eyes roll while he squints with a silent moan falling from his parted lips. 

As he rides out the high, I keep my hand just the same, fucking him through the high and keeping the same, lazy pace. “Ohmygod, ma, I—”

“C’mon, Chris…don’t you wanna make me proud?” I purr, watching him furiously nod as his hips fuck into my hand. 

“--’m—shit, I—” His words are cut off by breathless heaving and strangled moans. 

Licking over my lips, I feel satisfied watching the scene before me play out; his desperation written in his body and spoken with words as I please him with just my hand. 

“That’s it, come on, be so good for me, that’s right,” I soothe, watching as his body squirms into the mattress from side to side, trying to find relief from the overstimulation while chasing another high at the same time. 

“Fuck yeah, I—mygod,” he rasps. 

I slow down my pace in the slightest, nearly laughing as he grips onto my wrist, desperately pulling it to go faster. “Say you’re mine, Chris. Say you’re mine and I’ll let you cum,” I announce, stroking his cheek for comfort as he leans into the touch, sucking my thumb into his mouth and letting it pop from his lips with a puddle of drool. 

“--’m yours, fuck—’m yours, ma. All—all fuckin’ yours,” 

Cooing at him, I speed up my hand. His mouth is silently hanging open, his lips and chin both glazed from sloppy drool. 

“Can I—need to cum, oh–please, please, please, ma. I—need to, to make a mess—for you,” he slurs. 

Brushing a hand through his hair, I place my lips onto his, smiling as he struggles to reciprocate the motion while my hand strokes up and down on his cock. I feel his hand tangle up into my hair, forming a fist as he yanks me roughly to him, a desperate attempt to keep himself grounded as his mouth opens wide, a sharp moan leading into a whimper as I feel his warm cum fall down my hand. 

“---’m cumming, cummming–fuck. I…ohmygod, I fuckin’ love—” 

The words are cut off by his body tensing impossibly more, his lips sloppily landing onto mine as my eyes go wide. 

What did I just do? 

What was he gonna say? 

It was all in the heat of the moment, but as his body relaxed I felt my heart thump into my ears, drums pounding against my tightened chest as his words chanted through my head. 

Any pride falls short as shame sinks in. His muddled brain didn’t even know what he was saying, it wasn’t his fault. 

It wasn’t his fault that I was breaking my own heart. 

It wasn’t his fault that I had broken every rule and every promise just to have this moment—the moment that always ended in the same realization. 

He isn’t even mine to lose.

SHES PULSING!!!!

────⠀ ⠀SKATER.ᐟMATT × RICH.ᐟREADER

RICH.ᐟREADER ,, cheetah print. takes no shit. expensive taste. silver jewelry. fur, fur, fur. lip gloss. megan thee stallion coded. always got a sassy comment. knows all the drama. still sheltered despite everything. bad bitch.

SKATER.ᐟMATT ,, beanies. backwards caps. baggy everything. cuts and bruises from skating. never not wearing rings. scratches your initials on the back of one of his boards. dominic fike coded. snarky & sarcastic.

NOTES ,, thank u to bae @lovesickgrlsrh0t for planting these brainworms in my head i fear these two are my literal faves atm </3 also the triplets hit 7m n im so proud of them 😞💓 MDNI thank u

YOU'D KNOWN OF MATT BECAUSE OF A MUTUAL FRIEND. the friend was someone you'd gotten to know at a party, not exactly in your crowd, but the party was one with various people who dabbled in various things. you liked the friend, yeah, and they talked about a friend of theirs called matt, often. a skater, like.. one of those types to get caught trespassing on private property whilst hanging out, or something. not the type to attend nice galas and drink the finest wines in fancy ass outfits.

so you hadn't really cared about him, no. he was just a guy you knew of. and to matt, you were just some stuck-up socialite who he'd happened to go to school with since kindergarten. he didn't hate you, no, but like.. he wasn't exactly fond of you. he wasn't into the whole high life you associated yourself with. so it was obvious: the two of you were total opposites and wouldn't interact ever. especially since it was senior year, why would you in the first place?

turns out, it was actually quite simple. you'd been skipping class, as per usual, but had gotten caught this time. matt hadn't completed his coursework. now? detention, for the both of you. you'd most definitely considered skipping detention, since you had other engagements to attend, but you knew your parents wouldn't let you attend any other engagments for the rest of your senior year if you did. you're very clearly upset about detention, a pout adorning your glossy lips, your eyes fluttering around with not an ounce of enthusiasm.

it was just you and matt, you quickly realise. you stare at him for a minute, eyes narrowing. this catches his attention, and he cocks a brow as he glances up at you, "you get detention for havin' a starin' problem or what?" he's blunt, almost dead pan, rolling his eyes at the sight of you just.. staring at him. this makes your brow furrow, "that ain't no way to treat someone you've never talked to before, is it? jeez." you scoff under your breath, folding your arms over your chest. not wanting to act all petulant infront of the.. barely even a teacher, it's some substitute.

matt's quiet as he watches you sit down, the way you sit a far bit away as if being next to him will degrade the expensive material of your outfit. a scoff escapes him, in a similar fashion to your own, and he shakes his head, glancing away. you have this tendency to.. well, not shut up, so you start whining under your breath about how you were supposed to be at some gala, mingling with other stuffy, rich people but you were here. with him.

matt's just watching you, completely baffled and amused by you. it was absolutely so shallow of you and pretty vapid, ut he found himself a little intrigued. his eyes liked what he was seeing, you're pretty, super pretty. you dress like you know it too. "uh," he starts, "you didn't ask for my two cents on the whole.. gala thing, and i know i ain't the type to even be goin' anywhere near those things, but—could always pay someone to go for you. you got the money, don't you?" that causes a silence to settle over you, and you're quiet for a minute.

but then you burst out laughing, a sound that matt knows he wants to hear more of. he tries to hide a small smile, but then you're switching up on him the instant you realise you're laughing at something he'd said. "i got the money, but i ain't payin' someone to enjoy the time i was going to. defeats the whole purpose, dumbass." the smile switching to a glare damn near gave him whiplash. his brow furrows once more, and he raises his hands in surrender.

"shit, okay, okay, keep whinin' then," god, he didn't understand you, not at all. you were something, alright. "..'n' who're you callin' a dumbass?" he mumbles under his breath, sighing as he glanced back at the ceiling once more. giving you a quick glare, in return, that ends your conversation quite abruptly. but both of you are intrigued by eachother, clearly.

"you look so out of place here, kid," matt can't help but laugh at you. the said mutual friend from before had invited you to some party at some random guy's house. a birthday party, or some shit. a total lapse of judgement on your part, you knew, and you'd literally snuck out of your parent's place to be there. why the fuck did you do that for? you looked so out of place, he was right. you're stood there like even touching a single thing'll kill you on the spot.

you glare at him instantly, folding your arms under your chest which instantly draws his attention down to your cleavage. you notice, of course, hating the way a warm feeling bubbles in your stomach from how he looks at you. "don't remember ever askin' for your input," your head tilts, "just 'cause you got a pretty face don't mean you needa' go 'round stickin' your head where it don't belong."

"you think i got a pretty face? how sweet," he sticks his tongue out, a soft smirk gracing his lips. he looks good. dark tufts of hair stick out from beneath his beanie, the colourful lights set up causing a nice sheen to glow down onto his face. you're not crushing on him though—no, no. he's just some skater. he could never give you what you want. "c'mon, relax a little," he says his words soon after his first few just so you don't get a chance to snap at his cocky remark, catching you off guard.

"i don't know anyone here," you mutter under your breath, fiddling with your expensive necklace, once again drawing his attention downwards. he's pretty sure you're doing it on purpose now, honestly, since you keep doing it. those nails.. he's imagining them wrapped around other things, that's for sure. "you know me," his voice is a little gentler, and he nods over to the kitchen where beer pong is set up, "it'll be fun. loosen' you up a lil' bit." you're skeptical for a moment, but you nod, making your way over with him.

he has to say, he's into how quiet you get when you're somewhere out of your comfort zone. you're not as mouthy, or annoying. as much as he loves your banter, the flirty insults between you two, well.. he likes you like this. "you've never played beer pong?" matt's literally gasping, staring at you like you're insane.

your face scrunches up at that, "well, yeah. no one's playin' beer pong at a party where they serve scotch—" you shake your head, sighing. he wanted you to loosen up? you'd loosen up. he gives you a look as if to say chill out, before he laughs quietly when you do, in fact, chill out. "i'll teach you. s'easy." his voice is easy, low. and you notice how close he's stood next to you. "you're a quick learner, m'guessin'."

"sure," you roll your shoulders in a shrug, glancing at the beer pong being set up for another round before you look back at matt. "yeah," you affirm after a minute. matt glances at you with a soft, incredulous look before he shakes his head. "c'mon, i don't bite. neither does the beer. at least, it shouldn't." you're calming down with him already, he likes that a lot too.

you'd had another total lapse of judgement, surprise surprise, having been swayed by the inarguably nice night with matt and his stupid, pretty face into becoming fuck buddies. perhaps not your finest moment, but definitely your most pleasurable. he makes you feel good, so, so good. takes away your stress from all your parents expectations, makes you feel taken care of. you two aren't exactly friends with benefits, more like.. people who know eachother, like acquaintances with benefits. but fuck buddies suits you two better.

it'd started off as getting together once, meeting at another party and giving into the raw attraction between you two. he'd had you beneath him, your legs wrapped tight around his hips as he bucked up into you with a brutal pace. his hands grasped at the bed around your head, a bed in which he had no idea whose it was. hey, he needed you, real bad. the logistics of everything hadn't crossed his mind once. "need you," you'd whined, voice breaking a little with how loudly you'd been crying out his name.

"you're gettin' me, baby," he grunted, grasping at the bed a little tighter as you clenched around him, practically trapping him there. his eyes lift up to yours, a flush covering his face at how damn good you feel. "what d'you want?" he growled, all breathless and heavy, like even speaking took a lot out of him. "need you, ah—after this, too," you couldn't have him just once, that wouldn't be fair. he felt too fucking perfect to only have once.

matt laughs quietly, realising you're on the verge of just babbling from how deep he's fucking you. "shh, sh, i got you," he murmured, lowering his head down to yours to press his lips down against yours to ensure you wouldn't keep talking. between kisses, he whispers, "gonna have me whenever you want, baby. whenever you want." that had you practically squirting, thighs trembling as the movements of his hips stuttered.

he kept up his promise, and whenever you wanted him, you got him. matt didn't want to seem desperate, but he was starting to like you, a lot. those snarky comments and bitchy glares started turning into fond looks and quiet compliments. he wasn't soft on you, he really didn't want to be—but there he was, letting you practically walk all over him in those expensive heels. it wasn't until a certain moment where you realised you felt the same as he did. he fell first, but god damn it, did you fall harder.

matt's buried so deep inside you, all you can think about, all you want to think about is him. he's overwhelming in the best way, having told you to keep your eyes on his or else he wouldn't give you what you wanted. "eyes on me, baby, wanna see those pretty eyes," he murmured, your legs hiked up onto his shoulders as opposed to his hips this time. you two had been in many different positions with eachother, sure, but this? how close he is? how he's balls deep inside your cunt? can't think straight.

you lift your eyes to his, swallowing thickly as another whine rips from your throat. he coos softly, "there you are. there's my girl," his girl? you're his girl? he's being so soft, and loving, nothing like he's been before or you've ever had before. it's making you feel some kind of way and it feels wrong, but so right at the same time. "makin' such pretty sounds, lookin' so lovely like this.. you take my dick so well."

"matt—" you gasp softly, trying to bring yourself as close as possible with a swivel of your hips forward. matt groans, his head falling down into the crook of your neck as he slides his hands down to grasp at your thighs. just the feel of the callouses on his hands from various skating accidents has you squealing and whining beneath him. "so good, shit, oh, oh—right there, riiight there.."

"right there? right there?" matt drives himself deeper within you, whining into your skin. his nose brushes against your soft skin, grunting under his breath with each thrust forward of his hips. "i've got you, c'mon, cum 'round my cock for me, let it go, there she is, that's it.." he's thrusting up into you through your orgasm, holding you as close as possible, and even with the pleasure clouding your brain, you're realising that you're most definitely in love.

maybe it's the slow drag of his cock against your walls, as he takes a slower, steadier approach to pounding you into the bed—maybe it's his sweet words, you don't know, but all of it coming together? you're in love.

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my tits are aching oh my

maybe this is odd but. i can totally imagine matt being down bad for chris’s baby mama. like he was neutral about her when chris and her were hooking up but when she got pregnant/had the kid and she started hanging around the house more?? yeah, he was completely done for

wait. no i get it .... i get it !!! brother's baby mama!reader.... bbm!reader.... LMFAO / mdni for this thanksies 😋

matt didn't mind you all that much when you and chris got together. you're his brother's girlfriend, not much to say about you, he supposes. you're pretty cool, you make chris happy. yeah, you're pretty. incredibly so, matt knows that—he's not insane to think otherwise. your company's nice, when you hang out with him, nick and chris, he's happy to have you around. but you were nothing more than his brother's girlfriend, right? he didn't have feelings for you or anything.

till that fucking changed. matt had noticed you were acting a little different as of late, just slightly. foods you usually liked were putting you off, you got sick in the mornings a lot and you were just a little different. he hadn't thought you were pregnant with chris' kid, no. but along with nick, he'd found out when chris had come bounding down the stairs all excited about becoming a father. he knew the two of you were fucking, had heard it before but he'd thought you were using protection or you were on birth control, at least.

he didn't think it'd affect him all that much, but here he was, staring at you like a damn dog. you just look good. you're over at the house a lot more now, and his eyes find themselves on you a lot more too. he likes the way you dress more casually, more comfortably now, which means he gets to see more of you. particularly those tank tops, god, your tits look so good beneath the white cotton. the way your nipples pebble against it? he can't take it.

"you okay?" he'd ask you. "just sore, but y'know," matt knows they're sore too, he'd love to massage them for you and relieve the aching pain but that'd be crossing some sort of line, he knows. but he wishes those lines weren't there. "hope you feel better, alright? ask chris for a massage or somethin', don't want you achin' all day." he settled for, knowing he couldn't offer much else.

matt doesn't know what it is that's gotten him so pent up over you but he doesn't want it to stop. honestly? he kind of, no, not kind of, really wishes that he could've filled you up with his cum and gotten you pregnant with his kid. he would've pumped you full a thousand times over to have you stuffed full of him. it gets so bad that he finds himself pumping his fist over his cock in bed at the thought of getting you pregnant, or even just cumming inside of you and watching it ooze out of you.

he started realising how damn sweet you are and how badly he wants you for himself. every damn time he sees you, he wishes he'd gotten to you first instead of chris. it's definitely selfish, he knows, but he can't help himself. matt catches himself literally restocking the fridge with food he knows you're craving, just to feel better about everything. when you notice, you immediately think it's chris who got it for you—"chris? did you get me food?" chris is confused, no, he doesn't think so. he was gonna go tonight, "uh, no?"

well, hey, it's food, so you're not exactly complaining all that much. matt realises you just shrugged it off, and he feels the tiniest pang of disappointment as he glances away from the kitchen, looking back at his phone. he hears your footsteps from where he's sat, hearing them beside him. but he's taken off guard when he feels your hand on his shoulder. "thank you," it's simple, those two words, but the kiss you press to his cheek as you wander back off to do whatever, yeah, it makes his cock twitch in his pants and he has to practically sprint upstairs, locking himself in his room for an hour or so.

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