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beardedbernard · 1 month ago

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Holy fuck.

── ⋮ ⌗ “HOW FUCKING SICK” . . . ⟢ BFF.ᐟCHRIS ᵎᵎ

CONTENTS: smut-heavy plot, cheating (reader), unprotected p in v, creampie, possessive!chris + more . . . WC: 1.6k

DISLCAIMER: this is purely fictional. i do not condone cheating, lying, or manipulative behavior in real life. this is just for the sick & twisted little brains (mine mostly)

“i just don’t trust him, babe.”

your boyfriend’s voice crackles through the phone, weak and whiny in your ear, and your grip tightens until your fingers hurt. he’s talking about chris. again. and normally, you’d tell him to stop overthinking, tell him he’s being jealous for no reason —but it’s hard to form a sentence when chris is currently balls-deep inside you.

you’re on his lap, straddling him like a fucking slut, thighs trembling as you try to stay still, try to breathe, phone tucked between your cheek and shoulder like this is normal. like you’re not totally soaking the base of his cock while denying the allegations your boyfriends throwing your way.

“he’s just always around,” your boyfriend continues. “and it’s like… i don’t know, the way he looks at you? it’s not just friendly. i see it.”

chris is watching you.

you blink hard, mouth parting, trying to breathe through it, but chris has other plans. he’s fucking deep, lazy with it, like he’s got all night to ruin you. like it’s nothing to be buried inside you while your boyfriend vents about how “he’s just always there, it’s weird.”

you manage a strangled, “you’re overthinking it—” before chris thrusts up.

your breath hitches, and a shaky little gasp slips out.

your boyfriend picks up on it instantly. “you okay?”

you nod again, too quickly. “yeah—yeah, i’m fine. just—” you clear your throat, voice wobbling. “just moved wrong.”

wrong lie. because nothing about the way chris is fucking you feels wrong. it feels sick, and brutal, and perfect. it feels like you’re his. like you’ve always been his.

one hand gripping your hip hard enough to bruise, the other trailing up your spine, slow and taunting. his chest rises and falls with each breath, but his smug expression doesn’t change.

he leans forward, lips brushing your ear. “put him on speaker.”

you shake your head, eyes wide, panic laced with arousal.

his hand leaves your waist and grabs your jaw, tilting your face down toward him.

“put it on speaker, baby.”

your heart slams against your ribs. you hesitate for one more second, thumb shaking — you pull the phone away and hit the button.

your boyfriend’s voice is louder now, echoing through the room.

“—just doesn’t make sense. it’s always him. you never even invite me over anymore.”

chris’s hips lift into you again, harder. your body jerks, your voice falters, but you try to play it off with a soft, breathy, “i swear we’re just friends…”

your boyfriend huffs. “it doesn’t feel like it.”

you want to answer, you do. but chris starts fucking up into you with slow, heavy thrusts, his fingers slipping between your thighs to rub circles into your clit and you nearly collapse forward from how hard it hits.

you bite your lip so hard you taste blood.

he’s watching you, lips parted, nostrils flaring. this is a game to him. your boyfriend’s voice fills the room while chris fucks you right in front of it. there’s nothing subtle anymore — every wet sound, every stutter in your breath, every bounce of your thighs against his lap, it’s all out in the open.

he starts thrusting up harder now, dragging you down onto him over and over, and the sound of it is filthy — slick and rhythmic. your cunt’s so wet it’s practically leaking down his cock, the wet squelch echoing louder than your boyfriend’s voice. you slap a hand over your mouth and pray he doesn’t hear it.

he’s rambling now, “you’ve been acting different, too. like you’re hiding something. i just feel like there’s stuff you’re not telling me.”

your voice is barely audible. “no—there’s nothing.”

chris grins under you.

his thumb slides between your legs and finds your clit again, rubbing fast, merciless circles while he pounds into you. it’s so good, so fucking wrong, and your head tips back as you fight off the orgasm building in your stomach.

your boyfriend keeps talking, oblivious. “you still love me, right?”

chris doesn’t even flinch. his grip on your hips tightens, and his mouth is at your ear before you can answer, voice rough and low and filthy.

“go on,” he murmurs, thrusting up into you slow and deep, “tell him you love him while i’m buried in this fuckin’ pussy.”

your breath shudders out of you, lips trembling as you try to form words.

“y-yeah,” you stammer into the speaker, “i—i love you.”

chris bites back a moan, smirking against your neck. “liar.”

he grinds up harder, dragging the head of his cock against the spot that makes your whole body twitch, your walls pulsing around him.

“you gonna tell him how you’re creamin’ all over my dick right now?” he hisses, fucking up into you faster. “how this pussy won’t stop sucking me in? if you really loved him, you wouldn’t be takin’ me this deep.”

you squeeze your eyes shut, trying to keep the whimper down in your throat, but your voice cracks as you answer, “ i do. i swear i do—”

“then what the fuck is going on?” your boyfriend snaps. “just be honest with me.”

your whole body jerks forward when chris fucks up into you again, harder this time — so deep it knocks the breath out of you.

“’cause you don’t text me back for hours,” he keeps going, voice climbing, desperate now. “you cancel every plan. you say you’re tired, you say you’re busy — but yet he’s always there, you have time for him.”

chris chuckles under his breath, low and taunting. “poor fuckin’ guy,” he mutters, just for you. “he’s beggin’ for answers while you’re bouncing on my cock.”

your legs shake. you try to answer, try to say something, but the words get stuck behind a moan you barely bite back.

your boyfriend keeps going. “i know something’s wrong. don’t lie to me—do you even want to be with me anymore?”

chris hums darkly. “go on,” he murmurs, teeth grazing your jaw. “lie to him again. while this pussy’s clenching all over me.”

“yes,” you gasp, barely able to breathe. “i do want you.”

“bullshit,” chris growls.

“are you crying?” your boyfriend asks, quieter now, suddenly soft. “baby, talk to me. did i do something wrong?”

you can hear the way his voice shakes. the ache behind it. he thinks you’re upset — thinks you’re pulling away because of something he did, and you can feel the guilt bubbling up your throat all while chris is still fucking you like it’s a competition he’s winning with every thrust.

“he doesn’t even fuckin’ know,” chris says, snapping his hips up again, his voice turning cruel. “he thinks you’re crying ’cause you’re sad. not ’cause you’re about to cum on another man’s dick.”

“please,” you whisper, not even sure who you’re talking to anymore.

there’s a pause on the line.

“can i just come over?” your boyfriend asks quietly. “please. i don’t know what’s going on, but… i just wanna see you. talk face-to-face.”

chris stills under you, voice dripping with filth, he murmurs, “let him.”

you blink, dazed, swallowing thick.

“okay, yeah.” you breathe, and your boyfriend exhales like he’s been holding it in all day.

“i’ll be there in fifteen.”

and that’s all he gets because chris reaches forward, grabs the phone from your hand, and hangs up before you can even say goodbye.

click. silence.

“chris! you can’t just—” you start, eyes wide.

but chris doesn’t let you finish, he grabs your hips and slams up into you, knocking the breath out of your lungs. no warm-up. no warning. just full-force, relentless fucking.

“fifteen minutes, huh?” he grits out, pounding into you like he’s trying to brand himself into your body. “gonna give that poor boy a hug with my fuckin’ cum still leaking outta you?”

you cry out, back arching as your body trembles, the overstimulation already too much.

“gonna sit on his lap,” chris growls, “wrap your arms around his neck, all sweet and soft—while you’re full of me?”

you try to shake your head, try to say no, but all that comes out is a gasp.

“nah, don’t lie now. he wants to see you?” he hisses. “he can see what the fuck’s mine.”

his pace gets brutal. every thrust feels deeper, rougher, dragging slick, obscene sounds from between your thighs. your nails claw at his chest, legs starting to give out.

“shit—chris—s’too much—”

“you think he could ever fuck you like this? think he could make you cry for it?”

and then you do—the tears spill, your moans breaking into sobs as you clamp down around him, voice cracking as you cum hard. it wracks through your whole body, legs shaking, breath hitching in your throat.

chris fucks you through it, growling under his breath, until he finally snarls and buries himself deep — so fucking deep — and finishes inside you with a low broken “fuck.”

he holds you there, chest heaving, both of you slick with sweat and sin.

then, gently he grips your waist and helps lift you off of him. you whimper at the loss, knees weak, body wrecked.

his cum starts to slips out of you immediately.

“nah,” he mutters, sliding two fingers between your thighs and fucking it right back in. you jolt, hips twitching. “not wasting that.”

he grabs your underwear off the floor and slides them up your legs for you, careful and slow, like he didn’t just ruin you.

then he stands, tugging his sweats back on, voice low as he leans in by your ear.

“how fucking sick,” he murmurs, “gonna comfort him while my cum’s still dripping out of you.”

your face burns. you throw a weak slap at his chest, but he just grins and backs toward the door.

as he opens it, he pauses, glancing around your room.

“might wanna light a candle,” he says casually. “smells like sex in here.”

you grab the nearest pillow and hurl it at him.

he laughs, catches it midair, tosses it back onto the bed, and disappears into the hall — door clicking shut behind him like nothing ever happened.

authors note: meow !!!!!!!!!

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beardedbernard · 1 month ago

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hey baby how are you!!

Hey! I’m doing okay baby! How are you?

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beardedbernard · 1 month ago

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Sexy ass creature.

Idk why he looks so good in that damn onesie

Not my editttt: emsstern1olo on tt

#christopher sturniolo #sturniolo triplets #matt sturniolo #chris sturniolo #nick sturniolo #nicolas sturniolo #sub matt sturniolo #matthew sturniolo

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beardedbernard · 1 month ago

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Hi babies! I’m still new to writing!

Gay. 21. Female. Libra. She/her. Chratt girl

Let’s be kind. I don’t tolerate bs. No hate. No racism. No homophobia.

Chratt:

Can you handle it?

Matt sturniolo:

I don’t like sharing

Chris sturniolo:

Nothing yet!

Dividers: @bernardsbendystraws

#christopher sturniolo #sturniolo smut #matthew sturniolo #sturniolo triplets #sturniolo fanfic

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beardedbernard · 1 month ago

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Can you handle it?

Warnings: smut¿ish, use of y/n and ma, soft dom!matt, rough dom!chris, plot

Summary: Nick leaves for the night, leaving you Chris and Matt alone. The boredom became unbearable and Chris had an idea to play “truth or dare or drink”.

“Hey hey hey!” I say walking through the front door of the triplets house. Chris and Nick were sitting on the couch scrolling through instagram. “Y/N, hey!” Nick greeted looking up from his phone to look at you.

“Nick, what time are you heading out tonight? You want me to pregame with you?” I say with a playful smirk on my lips. “Girl” he deadpans at me “ you’re not even going out, what are you drinking for” “I’m just tryna be a good friend! A few shots never hurt a night in” he laughs at me standing up from the couch to meet me in the kitchen.

“Chris? You want a shot?” I look at him waiting for a response. “Why not” getting up from his spot. “MAAATTTT” I look at Chris with wide eyes “kid what’re you yelling like that for” Matt says entering the room.

I always found Matt attractive, his pretty ass eyes, the eye contact he always held when making conversation, and he was always so kind. I wouldn’t necessarily say I had feelings for him but i definitely have had thoughts about him I shouldn’t about a friend.

Chris and Nick were inevitably attractive as well. Chris was always touchy, Nick was basically my favorite person. And we all got along great. And maybe - just maybe - it wasn’t the best idea to drink around the guy I’ve gotten myself off to, knowing I get a little.. touchy and horny when I drink.

“We’re all taking a shot, no backing out” Chris says handing Matt the shot glass wiggling his eyebrows. Matt groans but takes the glass and throws it back without another word.

“Woo! Alright guys, my Ubers outside! I’m staying the night with Madison so don’t wait up for me!” Nick shouts from the stairs grabbing his bag and heading out the door.

Grabbing a Pepsi, Chris makes his way back to the couch. Matt follows suit, grabbing the remote as he sits down “yall wanna watch a movie or something?”

I make my way to the living room sitting on the opposite side of the couch kicking my feet up “yea why not? We have nothing better to do” I say watching as Matt flicks through the options on Prime. “Scary? Comedy?” Chris says taking a sip of his Pepsi and looking between Matt and I.

“I don’t mind either way, just make it a good one” I say meeting Chris’ eyes. “Alright, let’s watch this” Matt says clicking on “Friday the 13th”

Chris gets up turning the lights off and asks if we want blankets, nodding at him he tosses me one, settling a little closer this time. It wasn’t weird for Chris to wanna cuddle up during a movie so I don’t think before planting my legs over his lower half.

He doesn’t spare me a glance and gets comfortable setting his hands over my legs , tracing small circles every now and then throughout the movie.

“Oh my fuck!” Matt yells from his side of the couch, hiding his eyes from the movie with his blanket. Making me jolt in my spot, causing Chris’ grip on my legs to tighten.

“Scoot over, I’m not sitting alone anymore” Matt says lifting my head, sitting down and placing my head back on his lap. Giggling in response, I settle back down.

Another jumpscare comes, causing all three of us to jump and scream. “Alright turn this shit off” Chris says tapping my legs for me to lift so he can get up. He grabbed the remote turning the movie off and putting SpongeBob on to lighten the mood.

We were all still in our spots from the movie. Chris and Matt ended up on their phones scrolling aimlessly on tik tok. Til Chris spoke with a better idea.

“I’m bored as fuck, let’s do something.” My eyes still locked on the episode, I responded. “Like?” He glances between me and Matt with a smirk tugging at his lips before getting up. I look up at Matt and we both share a confused look that screamed “should we be scared”.

Chris comes back with the bottle of Tito’s from earlier when all of us took a “just because shot”. “Let’s play a game. Truth or dare. But if you don’t wanna do the truth or dare you take a shot”

I sit up from my spot clapping my hands excitedly. “I’m definitely in” I say with a grin. Chris and I look at Matt waiting on his response. Kid looked scared for his life glancing between Chris and I.

Groaning he finally agrees. “Ugh! Fuck it” Chris and I share a devious high five and settling on the floor in preparation for this game.

This wasn’t going to end well - actually…

“Alright y/n, truth or dare?” Chris looks at me with a stupid grin. “Truth” I say. “Alright pussy, how many body’s do you have” I laugh at his playful insult and responded “I have one body, but it’s a female.”

I wasn’t exactly embarrassed by my answer, I was in a relationship with her for almost six years, but the triplets knew that the relationship was on and off, and also toxic as hell.

“You’ve never fucked a guy?” Matt asks from his spot on the floor with wide eyes. I look at him with a slight shocked expression. Not because of his question, but because HE asked it. “Damn don’t sound too surprised, I just never found any guys attractive in the sense of wanting to get in their pants” I say shrugging.

“No guy at all?” He asks with a teasing tone. I look at him and my cheeks flush slightly. “Anyways” turning my attention away from him “Matt, truth or dare” Chris takes over, “dare” Matt responds.

“I dare you to take three shots” Matt deadpanned at Chris’ grin “give me the bottle, idiot” Matt took his three shots, cringing at the burning sensation. Coughing Matt spoke “Chris truth or dare” “dare” Chris’ smirk returning. “I dare you to try turning y/n on, but you can’t kiss her or touch her.. you know” I choke on my spit from my shocked inhale.

Chris turned his gaze to me, “you cool with that?” He asked not breaking eye contact with me. “Yea” I breathe out. He comes up to sit in front of me. Grabbing me by the back of my neck, I place my hand on his chest out of surprise. our breath mixing, eyes locked on each other. He spoke.

“Knowing you’ve never fucked a guy makes my dick hard” his eyes darting from my eyes to my lips “I bet your pussy’s tight, huh? It’d squeeze me nice and tight?” My lips part and my breath hitches. Matt watches this all happen. From the corner of my eye I can see his unreadable expression. Anger? Jealousy? No. There’s no way. we’re all just fucking around, Matt didn’t feel that way about me. Did he?

Chris let’s go of my neck and leans back with a cocky smirk. “You good?” I swallow thickly, feeling my panties soak from the previous events. “Yea.. yea im good” I say almost breathlessly. Matt’s eyes never left me. “Alright ma, truth or dare?” Chris asks me. I don’t think I could handle the dare he’d possibly give me right now. “Truth” I say avoiding either of their gazes. “Are you wet?” Smirking at me, I grab the bottle and take a shot not wanting to answer.

Chris and Matt silently communicate with their eyes, Chris chuckled and spoke again, “alright Matt, truth or dare” I look up at Matt to find him alright looking at me “dare” something in his tone made me clench around nothing. “I dare you to check if she’s wet” groaning I throw my head back covering my face.

They share another glance to each other and Matt makes his way in front of me, grabbing my hands from my face and glides his other hand down to the waistband of my sleep shorts, fingers slightly underneath. silently asking for permission.

Meeting his gaze I nod stiffly once. And his hand descends into my shorts and panties. His middle finger glides in between my folds, groaning at how soaked I was. I gasp at the feeling. Our eyes never leaving each others.

I hear Chris shuffling in his spot from behind Matt. I shift my glaze to him, licking his bottom lip “so? Is she wet?” And Matt chuckled removing his hand from my pants and sucking his finger to clean my arousal off. Eyes never leaving mine. Then he spoke barely above a whisper.

“ fuckin’ drenched”

Divider credit : @bernardsbendystraws

a/n: should I continue?👀

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beardedbernard · 2 months ago

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"dont sexualise the triplets!! they're gonna quit bc you fake fans sexualise them too much!!!🥺🥺"

literally chris:

bro does NOT care💀

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beardedbernard · 2 months ago

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THIS!! I’m so annoyed when I get on this app now!

PETITION FOR THERE TO BE NO MORE DRAMA. bring back horny sturntumblr I'm begging.

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beardedbernard · 2 months ago

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Guys….. I- Huu nvm. Just gonna go rub it

Not my edit. Boxdmatt on tt

#christopher sturniolo #matt sturniolo #sturniolo triplets #chris sturniolo #nick sturniolo #nicolas sturniolo #daddy’s brat #sturniolo fanfic

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beardedbernard · 2 months ago

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Tyyy @seababehh 😚

I feel like mines pretty mf accurate

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TAG GAME!!

First pin that shows up on your Pinterest when you search: animal, hobby, tattoo, and celebrity crush

ur turn 😛

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ANYONE CAN JOIN!!!

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beardedbernard · 2 months ago

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I LOVE YOUR USER HELP ME

Hehe thank you mama 😏

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beardedbernard · 2 months ago

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I don’t like sharing

Warnings: smut, jealous!matt, oral (f!receiving), pet names (pretty girl, mama, baby), (idk what else to put)

Summary: you’ve been close with the triplets for a while now. You’ve always found Matt attractive in ways you know you shouldn’t. After spending the month with them you find out that the fantasies have been mutual

The time has finally come. You get the spend the entire month with your best friends, most importantly.. Matt. But let’s be honest, you were nervous as hell.

You just landed at LAX, finally having connection, you feel your phone vibrate in your hand. Looking down it’s a message from the group chat with the triplets.

YAPPERS✨

Matt💙: be there in 15 kid. Got the other idiots with me so be prepared.

You giggle at the text rolling your eyes playfully before responding.

You: lol okay, just got my bag. I’m under 5F.

As you see the car pull up you can feel your heart race. It wasn’t like you hadn’t spent time with them before but it’s been a while since you’ve seen them. Chris gets out to open the trunk for you and putting your suitcase in the back before bringing you into a hug.

“Damn kid, I missed you!” Chris says rocking side to side. You laugh “I missed you too Chris” before you could even pull away, Nick is yanking Chris back hugging you tighter than ever, “mmph- missed me, huh?” You say laughing breathlessly due to the tight hold he has on you. He laughs letting go “YES! It’s been forever!” You look over his shoulder seeing Matt patiently waiting for his turn. “Hi” you say just above a whisper before you sling your arms over his shoulders engulfing him, in a very obvious flirtatious hug. His hands find there way around your lower back returning the hug “Hey pretty girl”

The ride to their house was fairly quick due to the conversation never dying. “Alright, let’s get your shit inside, Its late and im tired.” Chris says grabbing your bag out the back. Slinging yourself out the backseat you see Matt waiting patiently. “You good, love?” The eye contact was heavy, you could hear your heartbeat loud in your ears. “Yea, just tired, that flight was long and packed” you say, lazily walking in the front door.

“Soo, y/n, you’re sleeping with me. I need my cuddle buddy” Chris says with a big ass grin on his face. Giggling at that big stupid grin, You feel Matt’s eyes on you. Turning to look at him, his expression seems- off? Maybe, jealous? Not thinking any deeper into it, you simply agreed with Chris.

The past couple of nights you’ve been sleeping with Chris. Simply a platonic relationship, filled with cuddles at night. He was always fairly touchy but it never bothered you. But Matt? There was always something different with his touches. The lingering feeling after he has his hand on your waist to scoot you over, or when his hand lingers on your thigh while you all watch movies. Maybe it wasn’t anything, just simply your attraction towards him.

You and Chris were hanging out in the living room, head on his lap while you watched tv and he scrolled through Tik Tok. You had a blanket draped over your bottom half, Matt came in and lifted your legs, sat down and placed your legs on top of his. His hand planted on your thighs, drawing lazy circles with the tips of his fingers. “You sleeping with dick face over here tonight, or can I have my turn with you?” Matt says gripping your thigh causing your breath to hitch. Heart pounding, thighs clenching and avoiding eye contact, you respond. “I was going to but yea, I’ll sleep with you, kid.” He responded with a satisfied hum and continues his small circles on your thighs.

A few hours later you find Chris asleep, hand in your hair from playing with it previously. And you weren’t far behind, slowly dozing. Matt noticed your eyes grow heavy, he stands up, stuffing his phone into his pocket “c’mon sleepy, let’s go to bed” you look up at him slightly huffing, due to you being tired, before standing up to follow him to his room, leaving Chris with the blanket trying not to wake him up. As you both entered the room, Matt closes the door with a soft click and the faint noise of the lock flicking.

You climb into the bed not even bothering to cover up. Matt got in next you, back against the headboard. you look over at him and just then he tilts head slightly to maintain the eye contact. “Come” he pats his lap, eyes flickering from yours to your lips. “What?” Feeling your body heat and your cheeks blush. “Please mama, come sit”. You felt your stomach do a somersault and your core clenching around nothing at his words. “Matt..” you whisper, lifting your body slightly to look at him fully. “Y/N..” matching your tone, shifting ever so slightly in his position. Getting up and shifting to straddle him, he glides his hands up your thighs, watching his own hands, and stopping once he reaches your hips.

“Matt?” Shifting slightly, his grip tightened on your hips. earning the softest groan from him. You can feel the wetness between your legs grow. His eyes finding yours “I really missed you. You’re always sleeping with Chris” your breath catches in your throat “I missed you too, I didn’t know you wanted me to sleep with you. I always sleep with Chris when I’m here” “mm..” worry planted on your face at his response. Just when you were about to respond he grabs your jaw and pulls you down, lips almost touching and your hands planted on his chest.

A small whimper escaped through your lips. Matt removing his hand from your jaw and planting both hands on your hips, guiding you in the way he wants you. Feeling his buldge where you need him most. “Mm- Matt” speaking breathlessly, screwing your eyes shut at the friction. “Look at me, baby” he says in a low growl, and you do as you’re told. “Such a good girl, huh? Do you have any idea how long- mm- I’ve wanted you on me like this?” He grunts between words. “Hate seeing you and Chris all over each other, giving him all your attention.” Grabbing your throat and pulling you down once more lips ghosting your ear as he whispers “I don’t like sharing, baby”

He then planted his lips on yours. Slow, needy- no. Desperate. Tongues dancing together, grinding yourself against him. “I need you Matt.” Just then he flips you over, hand trailing down til he reaches the waistband of your sleep shorts. Looking at you, silently asking for permission. You nod frantically.

Your shorts and panties find their way to the floor, and Matt gets comfortable between your thighs. Planting hungry, wet kisses up your thighs til he finally reaches where you need him most. Hooking your legs over his shoulders, he flattens his tongue over your clit. Your hand immediately finding his soft curls. “Fuck..” breathlessly leaving your lips as your chest rises and falls at every tentative swipe of his tongue.

“You taste so fucking good” moaning against your sopping cunt. The vibration sending a jolt through your body. He brings two fingers to your entrance, slowly slipping them inside you. Pushing them in and out of you, curling his fingers, and his tongues pace never wavering. Earning a loud moan from you “M-Matt.” Your grip tightening in his hair. Grunting against your cunt, he speeds his pace. “I-I’m gonna- fuuuck- cum.” Feeling that band in your lower stomach tighten. “Cum for me baby. Fucking make a mess all over me.” His fingers still fucking into you at a rapid pace, just then the band snaps. a loud pornographic moan escapes you, squirting all over his face and hand. A grunt coming from Matt “Fuck-“ Slowing his pace, guiding you through your orgasm, dragging every last drop out of you.

Slowing pulling his fingers out of your drenched cunt bringing them to his mouth to clean them off. He leans over and kisses you. A soft whimper leaves you as you taste yourself on his tongue.

Feeling his aching cock press against you, you try to reach for the waistband of his pajamas, he stops you. “Next time baby. I got all I needed from you tonight” you nod your head as he gets up to get a wash cloth to clean you up.

“I was serious- about sharing.” Matt spoke after laying down next to you. “I know baby” you say sleepily, draping your leg over him, getting comfortable. His hand finding your waist, kissing you one last time before he drifts off to sleep.

Your best friend just ruined you.

Im sooooo sorry if this is ass. It’s my first fic <3

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