Bff!matt X Reader Not Proofread, This Is Dookie

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

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

🙈

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."

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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.