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chrissweatytoes · 7 months ago

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what is this fucking masterpiece

𝘚𝘛𝘈𝘠𝘐𝘕𝘎 𝘖𝘝𝘌𝘙 -`♡´- - c.s & t.y x reader

inspired by THIS

pairing: chris x tara x reader.

summary: two of your bestfriends stay over after a party. your friend tara's flirting quickly escalates the night into something much less innocent than a little sleepover.

warnings: smut, threesome, face sitting, dom!chris, switch!tara, sub!reader, dirty talk, p in v, oral (f & m recieving), praise, overstimulation, fingering, no protection (it's fiction. don't be dumb.), probably forgot some sorry!

authors note: omg y'all been on my ass to finish writing thiss <3 i did write and edit this while sleepy so (i really hope not) BUT if there's mistakes or lack of detail i'm really sorry!

"pink" = reader speaking "purple" = tara speaking "orange" = chris speaking

the time on your phone read 3:04am.

with a sigh you searched your surroundings impatiently. you'd been stood outside on the lawn of this stupid giant house for 4 minutes too long. the dampness on you from light raindroplets coming down just made the experience all the more unpleasent.

the mansion behind you was a mututal friends. inside, music blared so loud that it was seeping out through the windows. despite the absaloutely absurd hour of the night it was still bustling with people inside. sometimes in LA it felt like the parties just never died out. to be fair though, the number had signifincantly decreased from the start of the night when there must have been at least 100 people on the property.

"hey, sorry! i got caught up in yappin while trying to say goodbye to people" tara's familiar voice instantly made your tense shoulders drop. you turned to face her with a smile "it's alright. seen chris around yet?" your eyes scanned behind her to see if he was coming even though you didn't expect him to be. and he wasn't. "maybe we should text him?" tara suggested as she also looked behind her, as if it would make him appear faster. you pulled out your phone to send him a message.

3:07. they were both told to meet out here at 3:00. 7 minutes still wasn't terribly late.

tara's voice took you from your screen "we've been out here freezing, loser" you stop typing your text message to look up at whoever she was talking too. you were met with the sight of chris holding his jacket over his head to block from the rain falling down on him. "my bad, i got lost in the house.." he admitted as he got right up to the two of you and held his jacket out a little further to invite you both beneath it's shelter. "but i already called the uber so it should be here soon." he said re-assuringly. you both stepped beneath the coverage of his jacket. it didn't completely block the rain but it was something.

tara was staying over tonight because the two of you almost always stay at one anothers after parties. chris however, was coming along because neither matt or nick wanted to come to the party so you had taken him here, as well as offered to take him home the next day. he could have just ubered home tonight but, you and tara insisted that he come over to hang out after. what was he gonna do? say no to a fun innocent little sleepover with his friends??

the three of you walked in unison in order to keep your place under the shelter of chris' jacket. the whole way off the property the music faded and tara's heels clicking mixed with the rain's intensity picking up became all that was heard.

the close proximity of the three of you should have been uncomfortable but you had absaloutely no issue being this close to tara and chris- probably because they were both very outgoing and touchy people so they were comfortable as well, giggling the whole way down the lawn about who knows what. the smell of rain and chris' dior cologne filled your senses up the whole walk until finally, you all made it to the sidewalk and the uber was right there across the street.

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the ride home, you had all sat in the back together. you sat in the middle, head on chris's shoulder and one leg swung over tara's lap as you and tara yapped away almost the entire time. this wasn't weird because tara, you and chris were all naturally touchy people. and the alcohol hadn't completely left yours or taras systems quite yet.

opening your front door now, you instantly removed the heels that had been abusing your feet for hours. "i'm gonna get comfy clothes, you two can make yourselves comfortable" you told your friends as you locked your door securely. "could i borrow a shirt or something?" tara questioned with a sweet pleading smile as she slid off her heels and coat. "of course! come on" you enthused, leading her toward your laundry room since you hadn't had time to put any of your clothes away earlier before the party.

chris watched as you lead tara away. he had already made himself at home on your couch. he had been here before so it didn't take him long to figure out the tv remote either.

tara eventually picked out a t-shirt of yours to wear. you had chosen a matching tank and shorts pj set. as you were sliding your shorts on under your dress, you caught sight of tara sliding her dress down her shoulders. slowly her tits peaked over her dress, little by little till they were completely exposed.

you were in awe of how perfect they sat. how pretty. you were so mesmerized that you didn't even realize she had completely removed her dress and caught your hungry gaze. a typical tara giggle escaped her, snapping you out of your haze.

your eyes shot up to hers and you look petrified. "i'm so sorr-" "no no, it's okay" you could tell by the smile on her face that she was genuine. she slid your shirt over her head, covering her body back up again. "you want help unzipping your dress?" she asked. you were still so stuck on what had just happened that the question caught you off gaurd. why not though? god knows it'd be a nightmare to unzip it yourself. so, you nodded with an embarassed "sure".

tara made her way behind you, she stepped just a little closer than necessary and her painted fingernails found your zipper to slide it down. you could feel her breath on your neck, making your spine shiver. she slowly slid the straps of your dress down your shoulders, letting your dress fall down near your stomach.

she came right behind you, head on your shoulder. she looked down at your chest VERY obviously observing you with her gaze. "gorgeous" she complimented, her mischevious smile contradicting her sweet and casual tone. she gave a quick kiss to your shoulder before abruptly leaving the room to go find chris like it was nothing.

you stood completely dumbfounded. you and tara were extremely close but that was weird, right? after a couple minutes of collecting your thoughts, you chalked it up to her flirty personality just being fed a little too much liquid courage tonight.

after getting your clothes on you made your way to the living room where chris and tara were talking away. they were sitting surprisingly close but, spacial awarness wasn't always tara's specialty. chris didn't seem to mind.

"heyy me and chris are deciding what we want to eat, what do you want?" she questioned excitedly with uber eats already open on her phone.

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you all had made your decisions on food as well as a movie and you instructed that everyone watched it in your room to be more comfy so here the three of you were now..

chris laid with his back against your headboard while you and tara sat next to him on either side. chris and tara were talking over the movie that was nearly over now. waterbottles and empty fast food containers filled the space on your side table. you and tara had completely sobered up about an hour ago after having had some food.

"right? like wear what you want i guess but like WOW i just.." you had no clue what chris was talking about and you didn't care, as your eyes fixated on the tv screen you drowned out your two friends voices. reaching into your bedside tables drawer, you removed a vanilla chapstick sorry spacecamp to fix the dryness that earliers alcohol had cursed you with.

the scent of it was super strong. chris had subconciously switched his attention from what he was saying to your lips as the scent you were applying filled his nose and senses. he watched as you drug it across your perfect, round and now smooth, lips. he realized he was staring and quickly looked away. now that his attention had been drawn to you, he realized that you hadn't really talked to him or tara much for the past hour.

"what is that? cake or some shit?" he said, more so as a reason to include you in conversation than out of actual curiousity. you went to put the cap back on the vanilla lipbalm "can i try?" tara asked before you could even answer chris. you went to hand her the tube but she stopped you by grabbing your wrist gently "why waste it when we could share?" she asked. you were confused for a second until a playful glint in her eyes told you what she meant.

so earlier she was flirting? you thought to yourself. your expression mirrored hers with a smirk as you casually responded "of course you can try it". she begins to move forward so you do too. the both of you are leaning over chris when your lips connect in a gentle peck. chris has no idea how to react. his lips are parted, eyes glossy with a growing desire as he watches his two friends infront of him.

your lips hover one anothers for a moment but nobodies pulling away so you connect mouths again. this time there's a passion, lust, to the kiss. your the first to add tongue and tara's more than welcoming about it, her tongue fighting back against yours for dominance. you lean into the kiss more and with that same surge of confidence, you make a split second decision to "accidentally" steady yourself by pressing your hand ontop of the blanket.. right over where chris' dick is located.

an unexpectful grunt slips his lips. you pull back from tara just a little to gage chris's reaction. he doesn't seem to mind but for your own good-concious you need to make sure. "this okay?" you ask as your palm gently starts rubbing onto the tent in the blanket. he nods confirmingly, a quiet "yeah" before his lips eagerly meet yours. tara backs up just slightly so she can adjust herself to place a kiss below chris's jaw. his hand rests onto her knee and he rubs his thumb lightly as a show of approval.

with that, she opens her mouth and begins lightly nipping at his neck. tara takes his hand that's on her knee and grabs it to guide it toward you, silently telling him to give you the attention instead right now. chris smirks into the kiss but you don't know why until his hand goes to toy the waist band of your shorts, making you flinch a little at the cold touch of his fingertips.

tara's lips leave chris's neck. she shuffling around the bed so you try to pull away to see what she's doing. chris's hand comes to the back of your head, forcing you back onto his lips. that doesn't last long though because next thing you know, tara's grabbing your shoulders to pull you to lay down on your back, head toward the end of the bed. your legs naturally go on either side of chris. he's still seated with his back against the headboard.

"you wanna make me feel good babe?" the tone of tara's voice makes your stomach flutter. you respond by nodding eagerly. tara giggles mischeviously in response as she stands to remove her black lace panties. chris eyes catch onto her. both of you watch as she bends over to slide them off, momentarily revealing her glistening pussy.

his attentions pulls away when you subconciously buck your hips up for attention. chris' long fingers slide into the waistband of your shorts to slide them off your legs. you allow him, lifting your hips to help. now you lift your head to watch what chris is up to. you feel tara's weight consume the bed next to your head but keep your eyes trained on the man between your legs. chris tosses your shorts aside before his hands find your thighs. painstakingly slow, his palms run up and down them, always close but never quite touching your aching cunt.

you begin to get impatient "chris. pl-" you're cut off by tara lightly grabbing your jaw and forcing your head back down against the bed. "shh. let him take his time honey" as she speaks she raises herself over your face, thighs now on either sides of your head. you open your mouth to argue but instead you're silenced by tara's folds pressing onto your lips.

well, you for sure weren't gonna argue with that. you forget about chris for now, wanting tara's taste in your mouth. your tongue darts out to experimentaly flick at her clit once before you completely dive in to suck on her needy bud.

tara whines from the lack of build up. she looks down at you admirably as your tongue works her "so good honey." she praises you. it hasn't even been a minute and your pussy drunk, you wanna make her keep telling you how good your doing, wanna pull more pretty noises. you're so completely consumed with her that you hadn't even noticed chris pulled your panties to the side until his fingers unexpectedly ran through your folds.

"so fucking soaked." chris states, admiring your soaked cunt. "yeah? you like being buried in me that much?" tara teases, staring down at you. to answer her, your tongue slips into her hole, nose stimulating her clit now. "orr she just wants to be touched, hm?" chris says with slight competitivness, his pointer finger just barely grazes over your clit. you buck your hips toward him for more but he uses his free arm to hold your waist to the bed.

tara scoffs, rolling her eyes even though neither of you can see it. "yeah sure" she mutters quietly in response to chris. he catches it though, "i'd watch your tone" chris warns her. before tara can respond, he thrusts his middle and ring fingers into you, elicting a moan. the vibrations of your moan travel straight into taras cunt, making her whine loudly.

chris watches with satisfaction at having affected both of you at the same time. although his cock is throbbing, he's more than happy to watch the sight infront of him and continue to toy and play with you. or both of you. his fingers are as deep as they go when he curls them upwards. you cry out, grabbing tara's hand with one of yours and her thigh with your other.

your tongue is still fucking her closer and closer to the edge. everytime chris forces out all your pretty little noises, they go straight into tara's cunt again and again.

her thighs begin suffocating the sides of your head. you don't mind at all. she rocks her cunt right into your face, whines spilling out of her. "i'm close" she voices, her thighs beginning to shake. "not yet, get off of her" chris demands. tara turns her head as far as it goes to look back at chris. "excuse me?" she questions him . chris's fingers pull out of you. you try to complain but it's muffled. they continue the conversation without you. "you're not cumming yet." he tells her. tara looks... offended? baffeled? she opens her mouth to complain but chris rolls his eyes and raises to his knee's so he can grab taras hips, lifting her off you.

you immedietly sit up, confused. tara's juices coat your chin and chris motions for you to come to him. "what. the. fuck?" you finally complain, looking between the two of them. "what she said" tara chimes in. chris turns tara to face him and lays back. he looks at tara then nods toward his lap. the sour look leaves her face and she smirks knowingly as she straddles his hips, already working at his belt.

chris's attention switches to you. "you wanna feel good again? hm?" he asks you with a slightly cocky smile. you nod. "cm'ere" he lures you over to sit on his face. while tara unbuttons and removes chris' pants.. you nervously place your thighs on either side of your friends face.

his middle and ring fingers return back to your aching hole to tease you again. he can sense your nervousness to lower yourself onto his mouth. "cm'on let me taste you" chris says, telling not asking as he looks up at you. you're looking anywhere but him. he groans frustratedly and decides to take matters into his own hands. he uses his free arm to wrap it around your thigh and pull you right down to his tongue. he wastes no time flicking the tip of his tongue up and down your clit rapidly. as if that wasn't enough, his fingers fill you right back up. you almost jump at the unsuspected and sudden pleasure. you push your cunt further onto his mouth for more. you look down to see his blue lustful gaze staring right back up at you while he smirks into your sopping cunt. you clench around his fingers just at the sight.

meanwhile, tara's teasingly pulling his boxers toward his thighs.

tara wants nothing more than to ride him like he had implied however, tara figured someone might as well return the favour that he's giving to you right now. she leans down and her hand wraps around his base at the same time her lips enclose his tip.

a whiny moan slips chris lips that makes tara amusedly giggle around his cock, causing him to let another noise slip. both of these go right to your clit. you grip chris' hair for support and in return he curls his fingers right up into your g-spot.

you throw your head back and begin attempting to rock your hips into chris' face. the arm that's around your thigh holds you still though and he begins curling his fingers the same way over and over, again and again. you whine and moan as your body tries again and again to rock against his grip on you. chris lips wrap around your clit now, nipping and sucking. your stomach twists with pleasure, you know what's coming if he keeps this up.

tara's mouth slides down his length, taking him in almost completetely. chris's teeth bite down on your clit in reaction. it's not hard enough to truly hurt but enough to shock you and almost tip you right over the edge.

chris releases your clit with a pop. his voice is shakier than he anticipated. "y-you wanna cum baby?" your friend asks as he looks up at you, your juices on his face with pussy drunk eyes. "mm- mhm" is all you manage. he gently slaps your thigh, making you whine. "lemme hear you say it" his fingers continue to curl into you.

"i w-wanna cum chris mm please" you beg him desperately as you clench around his fingers. there's a few seconds of silence that makes tears fill the corner of your eyes. "good girl. g-go ahead" he struggled to speak as the pleasure tara's tongue gave him was almost too much.

the 'good girl' was more than enough for you. you practically fold over, you would have if your headboard wasn't there to grab onto. your legs shake and your walls squeeze his fingers, your orgasm is already coming over you but then on top of it chris adds his mouth back to the mix, latching it back to your clit. "chris!" his name comes out high pitched. stars cloud your vision as you coat his fingers completely.

tara's mouth release's chris' cock. the bed shifts for a couple seconds and before he can process it, the warm walls of her cunt envelope him, sinking all the way to his pubic bone. chris moans into you again but this time it feels like too much. you tried to lift your hips off of him but he only pulls your pretty pussy right back to him. his fingers leave you but his tongue flattens against your hole, licking a long stripe from there till your clit.

"fuck chris!""fuck!" you and tara both whine out. your pleasure's from the overstimulation, hers from the way his cock hits all the right spots when she rocks on it. his dick twitching inside of her at the sound of both your pretty cries. when tara begins a steady and fast pace, chris couldn't help but subconciously try and fuck up into her. she leans back, her hands on his thighs to steady herself as her rythym became faster. both chris and tara let out noises. hers whiny and desperate, his lower and less often.

you couldn't hear either of them over the ringing in your ears from every muscle in your body shaking. because of your last orgasm, you were still very sensitive. this time all it took was chris's mouth sucking on your clit for and you were almost there again.

tara was finding friction for her clit from rocking it into chris' pelvis everytime her hips moved. her mouth was slack and she was hardly even moaning anymore. heavy breaths coming as her chest heaved. "fuck- i'm so close" tara mutters mostly to herself. you took a hand off the headboard to reach behind you, your hand reaching out behind you and she takes the hint, grabbing it. you both squeezed one anothers hands for support.

you guys weren't the only one's close. chris's dick was twitching inside your bestfriend and his hips start to stutter.

tara pushes her hips down harder onto her friend and the feeling was enough for the coil in her stomach to release. she cried out breathlessly and at the same time, your thighs squeeze chris's head as you dig your nails into tara's hand. your mind goes completely blank.

you remove yourself from chris's face, completely overstimulated. tara leaves his cock at the same time, red and leaking precum. chris looked at tara confused.. until she looks at you, then back to him.

you didn't notice this, you were sat next to chris, chest heaving while you catch your breath. "think you can take one more, babe?" tara speaks up but her voice is strained and raspy from all the gorgeous noises she had emitted just moments ago.

you looked at chris who was already looking at you. he looked pretty, sweat causing a few of his brown strands to cling to his forehead. despite looking a little fucked out, he still had an eagerness to him probably because he hadn't cum yet.

he got up into a seated position and reached out, hand going into your hair to pull you into him. his lips collided with yours feverishly whilst tara's fingertips teasingly graze his tip. he instantly swatted her hand away. she let him because they both knew he had other plans.

chris turned you around, positioning you on your knee's infront of him. your back pressed against his chest.

he used his knee's to seperate yours, shuffling them apart. tara came infront of you, on her knee's as well. she attatched her lips with yours while chris was positioning himself. your arm came around the back of her neck and the other reached behind you to go to the back of chris's neck as well.

chris brushes his tip against your clit. you instantly jerked your hips away from his from the overstimulating feeling. he wrapped an arm around you, pulling you back. you whine but he shushes you. "jus one more, yeah?" he assured right before his cock entered you, filling you up completely.

your lips left tara's to let out what was practically a scream. "shh honey" enphasizing her words, tara's hand clasps over your mouth. she lowered her head level to your tits before taking a nipple into her mouth. this makes you whine again, then again when chris's tip abuses your cervix without warning.

you're already so sensitive from his tongue and fingers just moments ago, his cock feels like too much but so good at the same time. "so good for us" chris praises before slamming into you again, making you scream into tara's hand. her other hand lands a light slap to your sensitive clit, making your hips jerk. you don't go far against chris' firm hold on you. "mm- g- cmm" even with taras hand shutting you up, they both know what you're saying.

chris mouth is now right next to your ear "not yet. you're gonna cum with me" he mutters to you. you shake your head, not thinking you're gonna last. "either you can fuckin wait for me or- fuck- or i'll make you take a fourth o-one" he threatens you. you shake your head in momentary panic. there's no way you're gonna cum for a fourth after this but if he makes you wait much longer to cum you aren't gonna have a choice but to finish before he allows you to.

tara continues to swirl her tongue around your nipple fiercly and as if you weren't already fucked dumb, her middle finger makes sudden contact with your clit, rubbing fast circles.

now you know that they're both just trying to fucking ruin you.

now you speak nonsense into her hand, making her smirk with amusement. "what's wrong honey, too much?" tara asks you with a faux-sympathetic pout. you aggresively nod your head. responding for tara, chris pulls you impossibly tighter against him, hips slamming harder into you. you yell into her hand and both of them smirk. "want us to stop?" she says teasingly, already knowing the answer but wanting to make sure. you instantly shake your head no.

her fingers still toy your clit and chris's pace slowly starts to falter. you can feel his breath on your neck becoming un-even. tara circles your sensitive bundle of nerves faster and you're sure your gonna be cumming before you're allowed.

luckily for you, the way chris holds your body tighter and his forehead drops to your shoulder says otherwise. "you gonna cum with me?" his voice is all low fucked out and it makes your walls squeeze him harder than ever. you nod, unable to speak for more than one reason. "go on then" he encourages along with a harsh slam of his hips. the second "go" left his lips your vision went white.

the next thing you were aware of was about 20 seconds after when his seed was spilling up into you to coat your walls. his forehead rested on your shoulder while he praised you on how good you were for him. "did so well" he said before gently kissing your shoulder while tara's fingers left your clit at the same time chris pulled out of you.

chris reached down next to your bed to retrieve everyones clothing for them. you had two bathrooms so you and tara headed off to one for a shower. chris to the other bathroom for the same reason.

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you all returned to your room after, clean and in new clean clothes. (lucky for chris, nick hangs out here often and you love to steal his shit to wear for comfort.)

chris had entered just as you finished making your bed with fresh sheets. "better not have been fucking in there without me" chris joked as he made himself comfortable laying on your bed. you and tara both simultaniously rolled your eyes at him, scoffing. you both joined him on the bed to lie down.

you were in the middle of them. chris spooned you and you spooned tara, cuddling one another comfortbly way past awkwardness at this point. chris rubbed a relaxing hand up and down your side and you played with your other friends hair relaxingly. you should know better though, comfortable silence doesn't exist with chris around...

"guess what?"

you audibly sighed. "what?" tara and you groaned knowingly in unison.

there's a little grin on his face that neither of you can see, but nonetheless you both sense the ridiculousness. "i saw both your boobies" he says in a childish sing-song tone.

"oh my god" "are you fucking kidding me?"

i really hope y'all enjoyed. ᥫ᭡

tags: @daddyslilchickenfingers @fratbrochrisgf @mattsrod @sturncakez @sturniololovesss @sturniccc

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chrissweatytoes · 9 months ago

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𐂃𐂂 𝙼𝚊𝚝𝚝 𝚡 𝙲𝚑𝚛𝚒𝚜 𝚡 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍'𝚜 𝚐𝚏

𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜: 𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒔𝒕?, 𝒕𝒐𝒙𝒊𝒄 𝒓𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑, 𝒅𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒂 𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒍𝒆 𝒅𝒆𝒄𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒐𝒏 𝒊𝒏 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆, 𝒅𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒈𝒂𝒎𝒆, 𝒔𝒖𝒈𝒈𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒗𝒆, 𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒐𝒖𝒕, 𝒔𝒎𝒖𝒕, 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒐𝒓𝒂𝒍 𝒎 𝒓𝒆𝒄𝒆𝒊𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒑 𝒊𝒏 𝒗, 𝒅𝒊𝒓𝒕𝒚 𝒑𝒆𝒕 𝒏𝒂𝒎𝒆𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒏𝒐𝒓𝒎𝒂𝒍 𝒐𝒏𝒆𝒔, 𝒑𝒓𝒂𝒊𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈

𝚊/𝚗: 𝒊 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒔𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒅𝒌, 𝒑𝒍𝒔 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒕 𝒐𝒏 𝒂𝒏𝒚𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒆𝒕𝒄 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒊𝒔 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒂 𝒇𝒊𝒄!! 𝒆𝒏𝒈𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒉 𝒊𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒎𝒚 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒔𝒕 𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒖𝒂𝒈𝒆, 𝒆𝒏𝒋𝒐𝒚 ☕︎

𝚜𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚢: 𝒏𝒐𝒘, 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒐𝒏, 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝑰 𝒔𝒖𝒑𝒑𝒐𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒅𝒐? 𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒐𝒘𝒏 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒕𝒘𝒐 𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒔 𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒔𝒐𝒐𝒐 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒆

Dating is such a weird thing. First, you get head over heels about this person and then you get to truly know them and it shows how blind you were all along. At least, that's what happened to me and my boyfriend.

I met my boyfriend through my best friends at a chill get-together in their house. Matt, Nick, and Chris decided to call their closest friends to hang out, order some food and just chill. It was all going great and they introduced me to a mutual friend of theirs, Brandon.

Oh, what a bad decision.

He was a nice guy. Fine, fun, sweet kind of guy. But he was not what I wanted and I understood it too late.

We went out a few times, I was enjoying his company, he was being so gentle, we had a lot in common, he wanted to make things official and at the time it happened I couldn't find any reasons not to accept, so I did.

We have been dating for three months now and things started to feel off a couple weeks ago. It was like I didn't want to be around him anymore, I wanted to be alone, to have some space, to just be myself. He did nothing wrong and yet I couldn't stand him. And I'm not stupid, he probably felt the same, we liked each other, but being together just wasn't working.

Brandon and I got into lots of arguments. Each one I gave up on trying to understand things and instead started to grow a sarcastic hate towards him. I didn't exactly hate him, but I thought a lot about just shutting his stupid mouth by doing something that would make him mad.

That's when he gave me the perfect opportunity. He went on a work trip and was supposed to spend the whole weekend out.

I wasn't sure what I was going to do, but of course, I started by spoiling myself. I bought two bottles of wine and one of tequila. I filled a glass of wine and got into the bathtub, enjoying the warm water, the low music, and the taste of my favorite drink. I needed a moment to relax so bad, but I felt the stress building up all over again when my phone started buzzing.

-What? -I answer it without even looking at the screen to know who it was, guessing it was Brandon, but when I hear the voice on the other side of the line I feel less irritated.

-Hey, are you busy? -Matt asks, talking quick as he is in a rush.

-Not really, why? -I ask back, in a calmer tone this time.

I take more sips of my wine, finishing the first glass and holding the phone between my ear and shoulder to pour myself some more.

-Nick's stupid and locked me and Chris out of the house, can we go to yours?

I smiled at the thought of them being locked out, finding it amusing, and then another idea popped into my mind.

-Yeah, sure, no problem.

-Alright, thanks, we'll be there in 10.

He ends the call and I put my phone down, taking a deep long breath.

I throw my head back and close my eyes for a second, enjoying more of the bathtub before standing up and wrapping a towel around my body. Such a perfect solution destiny gave me, my dumb boyfriend is out of town and his two friends are coming over.

I make my way to the kitchen, holding the bottle of wine and the glass in each of my hands and before they were even here I finished the second glass. Such a coincidence that wine gets me so horny... oops.

Doesn't take long for me to hear the knocks on my door and walk to open it, pretending I just got out of the shower, not like I was waiting for them only in my towel.

Matt was the first I made eye contact with and he kept his eyes on mine. They decided to wait for me to put clothes on on the couch and I felt like it would be easy to do what I was planning. I put on a large t-shirt and some red lacy panties and walk back to the living room.

-Do you guys want anything to drink?

They look at me, Matt still being the sweetest and keeping his eyes on mine as Chris' eyes scanned my body up and down.

-Just a soda will be fine. -Matt smiles, and I smile back, turning around to get it from the fridge, purposely bending down.

-Uh, where's Brandon?

I walk to them, handing their sodas and giving Chris a look, since he kept staring at me.

-Chicago. Working on a project.

I shrug, turning around to get another glass of wine and sit in front of them.

-What about Nick? Where did he go? -I ask, crossing my legs and running a hand through my hair, throwing it to the side.

-Madison's place. He won't be back so soon. -Matt rolls his eyes, crossing his arms over his chest.

I giggle, setting my glass on the coffee table and giving them an exciting look.

-Well, we should play a game while we wait. -I say, pointing at the tequila I bought on the kitchen counter.

-Oh, no, I'm driving. -Matt shakes his head, but Chris immediately stands up.

-It's not like Nick will be back soon, you'll be sober by then.

I smile, also standing to get shot cups. We all sit in a circle and I place the tequila bottle on the coffee table.

-So, how's this gonna work? -Chris asks, leaning his back against the couch.

I shrug, thinking about drinking games we could play.

-What about we play a game of charades! no, just kidding questions? Maybe some private questions to spice it up, we'll go on order. -I say, pointing at all of us in a clockwise direction.

-I'll go first. -Matt says.

He knows me well and he was probably sensing a suspicious vibe to all this.

-What's going on between you and Brandon?

I keep my eyes on Matt's, a small smirk growing on my lips as I place my hands between my body, holding me up.

-That's a stupid question, Matt, they're dating, everyone knows that. -Chris intervenes

-Yeah, we are, for now. -I say, shrugging and taking a sip of my wine.

Both of them look at me confused and I cross my legs in a way that purposely shows a bit of the only thing other than the t-shirt that was keeping me from being naked.

-He's getting on my nerves recently, I decided he's not what I want anymore so we're distancing ourselves.

Their reactions were the complete opposite. Chris's eyes widened in shock, not expecting this at all, and Matt narrowed his eyes at me like he knew I was doing something on purpose, but he wasn't sure what yet.

-Oh, shit, I didn't know that. -Chris says, in a soft tone.

-No worries, doesn't bother me. -I shrug, pouring three shots of tequila.

-Guess is my turn, so... -I say, looking at Chris to keep the clockwise direction. -When was the last time you ate a girl out?

I'm direct, showing them what I meant when I said we could make each other private questions, and we talked about this type of thing a few times before so it wasn't something new.

-Forever ago. -He laughs, shaking his head and arching his eyebrows a bit.

I laughed with him, but I noticed Matt was still serious, suspicious about something. He was always the one who knew me the most. Chris turned his head to look at Matt.

-When was the last time you even kissed a girl? -He asks with a teasing tone.

Matt keeps his eyes on me like he is a cop observing a criminal.

-Don't remember. -He simply answers, not even minding to extend the subject. -You look fine for someone who's having troubles in their relationship.

I giggle, picking up the shot cup.

-That's not a question and the circle's over so we all take a shot.

We did as I said and before I even set the cup down Matt's already talking again.

-Does Brandon know? -He asks, making me look at him confused.

Chris doesn't say a word, also not knowing what his brother meant, but Matt seems like he discovered the world.

-That you want to fuck his friends?

Chris' eyes widen, but I don't even react. I take a deep breath, bending my knees and tilting my head to the side.

-Hmm, does your friend knows you want to fuck his girlfriend? -I raise an eyebrow at him, both of us looking at each other with sarcastic looks.

-What the fuck is going on here? -Chris asks, finally intervening.

Since it was my turn, I moved my attention to him.

-Would you fuck the same girl as your brother?

There was a moment of silence full of tension between all of us, and I used to pour one more shot into each cup without saying a word. I knew the answer, but I wasn't sure if it'd work, considering there's Brandon in the way.

I take another shot, wincing at the taste, and stand to place the now-empty glass of wine that I had in the sink. I was drunk by now, but not unconscious, so I could hear whispers before I sat down in the same spot.

-Do you think you're gonna remember we were here tomorrow?

I hear Matt's words. I giggle, shrugging and throwing my head back to rest on the armchair behind me.

-I don't know, but I won't tell if that's what you're thinking.

-I don't know if I like where this is going. -Chris sighs, shaking his head and closing his eyes.

-I don't care, he's an asshole anyways. -Matt says, moving closer to me and to my surprise pressing his lips against mine.

I wasn't expecting that, but I kiss him back, lifting my hand to tangle in the back of his hair.

He smirked at me when we separated and pulled away before our lips met again.

-You were the one bitching about wanting them to break up so you could make a move, so go ahead, don't pretend you don't want it. -Matt takes the shot cups in his hands, nodding at me to his brother and turning around to the kitchen.

Chris and I make eye contact before he swallows and taps his lap, indicating me to go sit on it. I smile, straddling him and feeling his hands on my hips, pulling me closer and tilting his head to kiss me.

Chris kisses me so differently than Matt, he is desperate and his tongue urgently asks for permission to explore my mouth. His hands quickly slide to my ass, squeezing it and helping me grind on him, showing how badly he wanted me. He felt so good and I could stay in there forever.

We pull away breathing heavily. Matt was coming back in our direction, a small smirk on his lips as he sat on the couch behind Chris.

-Don't mind me, keep going. -He encourages us.

Chris wastes no time before kissing me again, his hands sliding under my t-shirt and exploring my body as I hear Matt unbuckling his belt. It was hard to keep my attention on the kiss when Chris' fingers came in contact with my covered wetness, drawing circles over my panties.

He breaks the kiss to move his attention to my neck, finger pushing my panties to the side and stimulating me with the most perfect pace and pressure. I few moans escape my lips and I open my eyes to meet Matt palming himself over his boxers. I bite my lips with a smirk, lifting my body enough to reach for his boxers and pull them down and feel Chris fingering me in the most delicious way.

Matt's tattooed hand holds my hair in a makeshift ponytail as the other caresses my cheek, his eyes focused on mine. I bite my lips even harder when I see his hard dick in front of me, begging to be in my mouth.

At the same time I take Matt in my mouth, Chris takes his fingers out of me, making me whine against Matt. I hear Chris unzipping his pants and I look up at Matt, trying not to get too anxious. Noticing my urgency, a smirk grows wide on Matt's face and he pushes my head deeper into him, almost making me gag.

His tip was hitting my throat when I felt Chris teasing me with his, sliding it up and down my wetness. Chris helps me sink into him, my eyes rolling back in pleasure and a loud moan vibrating against Matt's length.

Chris gave me no time to adjust to his size, thrusting into me like his life depended on it. I kept moaning and whining, bringing Matt even more pleasure with the vibrations of it and my tongue swirling around him.

-You wanted this for a long time, didn't you? You're such a dirty little slut. -Matt whispers, smirking at me as his arm guides my pace.

I couldn't do anything but whine, my eyes tearing up with how deep he was making me take him, Chris wasn't helping either by slamming into me and squeezing my ass cheeks.

-I would've done this way sooner if I knew you'd let me. -Chris whispers in my ear from underneath me.

I close my eyes to try and focus, tears rolling down. I feel Matt's hand pulling my head up in the ponytail and tapping my face gently.

-C'mon, baby, look at me, you can do this, you're already doing so well.

I take a few breaths, panting with my tongue out like a dog, and look up at him with tired hooded eyes. I nod my head, kitty kicking his tip and smiling when I see him throwing his head back with a sigh.

Without any warning, Chris changes his position a bit and slaps my ass, his hips thrusting up faster than before. I moan loudly, my sounds echoing along the room. Matt used this opportunity to push my head down to take him again and it was now impossible to stay quiet and silent.

I was getting closer and closer, my walls clenching around Chris and giving him the sign I was close, which made him slide a hand in between us to rub my clit. The overstimulation to have both of them was driving me crazy and I had to close my eyes again, too caught up in the moment. I tried to focus on what was going on, but it was all too much and I didn't even have time to warn any of them before I snapped and made a mess of Chris' dick.

Matt gave me time to breathe, pushing my head away just enough for him to use his hand and finish on my face, painting my cheeks and chin with his load. Chris was the last to release, but didn't even make an effort to pull out, deciding to mark my walls with his seed.

Chris helps me out of him and onto the couch, letting me breathe as he and Matt put their clothes back on.

-Are you alright? -Chris asks, smiling down at me.

I just nod and he leaves to find a towel to clean the mess we made, and Matt soon shows up with a water bottle.

-Break up with him. -He says, in a low rushed voice like he didn't want Chris to hear.

I giggle softly, sitting upright and taking a few sips of the water, looking around to find my clothes.

-I'm planning on it. -I smile back at him.

I collect the clothes from the floor and before I can wear them, Matt pulls me into a sweet delicate kiss.

-Good.

𝒕𝒂𝒈𝒔 ✍︎

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