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cuntiolotriplets · 16 days ago

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⌗ . . . FIVE MINUTES AND A HAIR TIE

WARNINGS : SMUT. ORAL (m & f receiving). SUB!BSF!CHRIS. SWITCH!BSF!READER. TEASING. BEGGING. and more?

you and chris had been best friends for years—it getting to the point where your parents started keeping chris’ favorite snacks stocked in the kitchen. and chris having his own whole drawer in your bedroom full of his things. and vice versa.

today was no different from any other—or that’s what you had thought.

chris was sprawled across the edge of your bed—his back against the mattress as his legs were sprawled out around. it was a quiet evening, just the two of you. your lights were dimmed and your shared playlist hummed low in the background. you were curled up at the head of your bed in an old hoodie, scrolling mindlessly, and he was doing the same, phone held over his chest as he kept yawning but refused to go home.

it was comfortable silence. that rare kind that only came from years of being close and being able to just do your own thing in the presence of someone else. it was the kind that made you wonder sometimes what was going on in his head when he looked deep in thought.

chris suddenly snorted loud—drawing you from your spacey thoughts as you just stared at your phone. your brows furrowed and you looked up, curious. “what?” you said, a little breathless from being startled.

he just grinned and flipped his phone around, showing you a screenshot of a tweet. It was a picture of some jawline-blessed actor, captioned:

“Give me five minutes and a hair tie PLEASE.”

and you couldn’t help but crack a grin, letting your head fall back slightly. “that’s like a universal girl language right there.” chris snickered, shaking his head at your words. “it’s such a lie though. like—c’mon, there’s no way half of y’all could make a guy cum in five minutes. and definitely not just with your mouth.” he said, continuing to shake his head in disbelief.

You raised a brow, quirking a smirk and tilting your head at him. “oh yeah?” you mused, watching the way the thought about it for a second before nodding his head. “yeah,” he said, full of himself now. “you act like just putting your hair up makes you dangerous. please. most of y’all couldn’t even handle it.”

that sentence got your attention. you pursed your lips—locking your phone and setting it aside. chris blinked when you started to sit up straighter, now starting to notice the way your attitude has changed. “what?—why..why’re you looking at me like that?”

you tsked softly, shaking your head. “you really think that?” you asked, almost curious. “you think I wouldn’t know how to handle it? hm?” and he scoffed, though it wavered a little when your legs swung off the bed and carried you to kneel on the floor down between his own.

“wait, wait—what are you doing?” he asked, his phone now forgotten beside him—your actions getting his full attention. slowly you reached down, grabbed the hair tie from around your wrist, and started pulling your hair up into a messy ponytail. eyes locked hard onto his.

“give me five minutes and a hair tie,” you murmured. “that’s all I need.”

chris’ body went still—you could see his throat bob as he swallowed, the cocky smirk flickering like a faulty light. “wait—are you—are you serious right now?” you leaned up swiftly, your lips barely brushing against his ear. “only if you want me to be.”

there was silence—like the situation had finally caught up to his brain. you guys were best friends—this was something that you shouldn’t be doing. but god—there’s been times he’s thought about how your mouth would feel against him. always whispering apologies to your name when he’d jerk off in his bedroom.

and now?

now he’d have the chance since you were offering—he just hopes it doesn’t ruin anything.

the silence stretched before chris began to speak. “yeah,” he breathed, voice cracking just a little. “yes, okay. please.” he let himself relax slowly to your touch on his thighs, body melting. his sweatpants were already betraying him, his bulge heavy and obvious through the fabric.

you smiled up at him, giving him a small nod before your hand slowly trailed along his thigh before you reached his bulge, palming him through the fabric and laughing under your breath. “y’so easy.” you taunt, tucking your bottom lip between your teeth as you watched him.

he whimpered as your hand snatched into the waistband of his sweats. you gently gave chris a few taps, telling him to lift his hips. which he quickly obliged to. slowly, you tugged them down and his cock sprang free—tip already flushed and leaking like he’d been thinking about this way longer than he really should’ve.

before you went any further though, you leaned up and snatched his phone—the screen still opened to that stupid little post. you smirked at it before swiping the app away and opening the clock app.

your fingers worked quick to open the stopwatch, placing his phone back down next to him on the bed before you pressed the start button.

you didn’t waste time—your other hand came up and wrapped around his length, giving him a few small pumps that already had his head kicking back. you watched him with hungry eyes, keeping them connected to his as you lowered yourself. your tongue poked out and licked a slow stripe up his shaft—starting from the bottom. when you reached the top, you flicked your tongue against the slit, and smirked when his hips jerked.

chris was wide-eyed, one hand clutching the sheets on the bed next to him, and the other was gripping the base of your ponytail before he even realized he was doing it. “f-fuck.” he whispered, his head tipping forward—eyes quickly connecting with your own.

and that’s when you sank down to the base of him with out warning—his cock completely filling your mouth.

his whole body tensed, eyes rolling into the back of his head as you bobbed your head up and down on him. the hand in your hair tightened just slightly, and you could feel the way he twitched in your mouth. “mmf—fuckfuckfuck.” he whimpered.

you kept the pace slow at first—enjoying the power shift between the two of you. he’d been so smug, so sure of himself. but now he was trembling, his lips parted like he couldn’t decide whether to curse or cry. your hand was wrapped around what you couldn’t fit, twisting in rhythm with your mouth.

you couldn’t help how wet you were becoming just from his reactions to your mouth. you were content having him in your mouth, letting yourself get lost in the feeling. chris choked out a gasp when you moaned around him—the vibrations making his high approach quicker. “jesus—shit—you’re good at this.” he breaths, trying not to sound so whiny and desperate.

you liked how easily he was giving into it—letting the pleasure take over him. gently you pulled off with a pop, your eyes gleaming up at him.

“y’still think we can’t do it in five?” you asked teasingly, letting yourself hand give his cock a small squeeze, the action making his moan. he shook his head, his hips slowly starting to fuck his cock into your fist. his voice was barely a whisper. “i was wrong—fuck—I was so wrong.”

you hummed in approval to his confession, leaning down and spitting on his tip—watching the way it trailed down before you licked it up. when you reached his tip, you wasted no time in taking him deep again, rougher this time. faster. you let him feel your teeth just barely—just enough to make him twitch. his hand tightened in your hair again and his hips bucked up, trying to fuck your throat. but you weren’t having none of that, so you pinned him with a warning glare and he froze.

you pulled away from his length just long enough to speak. “don’t move unless I say so.” you murmured. he nodded fast, breathing ragged. “okay. okay, i—i won’t. please don’t stop.”

“good boy.” and with that, you kept going. sucking, slurping, making it so fucking messy. his cock was red and slick, and the little noises he was making were insane—tiny whines, like he was embarrassed to be enjoying it that much.

“fuck, i’m gonna—i’m gonna cum—” he gasped, trying his hardest not to move his hips from up off the bed.

you didn’t stop.

“can i—” he whimpered. “please, can i cum in your mouth? please let me, i’m so close, pleaseplease—” you moaned at that, nodding your head the best you could with it stuffed full of him. chris sighed in relief before you felt him twitch more in the back of your throat—his body tensing under yours before he let himself go.

he came hard—his whole body was shaking as he spilled into your mouth. thick, white ropes of cum hit the back of your throat. but you didn’t pull away. you sucked him through it, tongue swirling around his cock as he cried out from how sensitive he quickly became.

when you finally did pull off, you looked up at him with wet lips and a smug smile. you broke eye contact with him after that, your hand reaching for his phone on the bed and pressing stop on the stopwatch.

you grinned, turning your gaze back to him as you held up the phone for him to see. “four minutes and seventeen seconds.” you said, licking a drop from the corner of your mouth.

chris stared at you like you were a fucking goddess. “I hate you.” he groaned—but really—he didn’t. it was the best head of his life, but he wasn’t gonna tell you that.

you giggled, rolling your eyes slightly as you reached for a tissue. “you’re welcome.” you said as you brought the tissue to his spent cock, slowly wiping up whatever was left over, listening to the way he hissed and whined when your touch was too firm.

when you were finished, you threw the tissue in the trash can next to your bed—quickly helping him get his sweats back into place on his body before you climbed up onto the bed yourself again.

it was silent for a long while—surprisingly it was comfortable, like you just didn’t give your best friend head in your bedroom for the first time. you both sat there on the bed next to one another, you were staring at your phone now and chris was laying back on the bed, staring at the ceiling.

he was finally the one to break the silence. “let me do it too.” he muttered, and you looked at him, arching a brow. “what?”

“i said let me do it too.” this time he was louder, turning over onto his side to face you. “I’m saying,” he said, crawling over the bed now, sitting next to you. “that if i went down on you, i could beat your record.”

you blinked at him slowly—like you weren’t sure if you were hearing him right. but then you grinned. “you wanna try? on me?” and chris suddenly looked nervous, like he couldn’t believe he had actually said it to you. but under it—there was something deeper. determined. and hungry. “only if you’ll let me.” he muttered, watching you.

you leaned forward in his direction a little, watching the way his throat bobbed as you got closer. “alright, baby. let’s see what you can do hm?”

and so you moved yourself, letting your body lay flat on your bed, practically laying on chris’ body before he moved himself. with your phone in hand, you opened the stopwatch just like you did earlier. you let yourself get comfy, your eyes peering up at chris as he just stood there for a moment.

you arched a brow. “gonna come here or what pretty boy?” you teased, lifting your other head to beckon him closer. he breathed out a shaky laugh, shaking his head as he came closer to you. he knelt between your legs almost like it was instinct now before his hands wrapped around your thighs and pulled you closer to the edge of the bed.

chris peered up at you with his big blue eyes, almost looking a little embarrassed. “i don’t have a hair tie.” he muttered. and you couldn’t help but to smirk at him. “that’s okay. i’ll hold your hair back for you. maybe even give it a little tug.” you said, tugging his hair gently.

he whimpered softly at that.

you chuckled, tugging his hair again to get him to look at you. when his eyes met yours, you made a gesture down, and it didn’t take him long to get the hint. so he quickly leaned forward, his fingers coming up to undo your shorts before hooking his fingers into the loops. he tugged them down quickly, discarding them on the floor by him.

you smiled down at him, and slowly let your legs spread, showing off your pretty pink panties. you threaded your hand back into his hair, giving it yet another small tug. “you can start when I press this, okay? and you held the phone in front of him.

chris just nodded eagerly, his body already leaning forward—his nerves from just a moment ago already seeming to disappear.

and so you took that as your queue to hit start. and when you did? oh he was already gone. it was like his brain autopiloted to what he wanted most—you.

chris leaned forward, one hand coming out to rest on your thigh, opening you more as the other moved your panties to the side. and when he finally saw the sight of your bare pussy in front of him?—he leaned forward and licked a long, teasing stripe up your folds—just enough to make you gasp—then he got serious. his tongue flattening, dragging up and down, slowly. the pressure was perfect, his mouth so messy and wet against you.

your free hand gripped the sheets, the other gripping his hair tighter. “fuck, chris.” you moaned, letting your head tip back at the feeling. he couldn’t help but moan against you like that was praise.

suddenly, he pulled away—you both whining at the loss of one another. you were confused, tipping your head back up to watch him, to say something. but chris quickly reached up and grabbed the waistband to your panties before you could say anything and began to tug them down your legs until they were completely off of you. he threw them somewhere—he wasn’t really sure, he was just too eager to have his face buried in your pussy again.

when he dove back down, one of his hands came up to press on your lower stomach to hold you still, while the other gripped your thigh again to keep you spread open. and that’s when he started using his tongue in tiny maddening circles on your clit and you threw your head back once more.

though at some point he began to stray, moving his head lower and lower, wanting to fuck you with his tongue. so you put your hand on his head to get his attention. “c’mere—hold your tongue right there—” you said breathlessly, now threading your fingers into his hair and tugging him into the exact angle you wanted. and when his tongue met that spot, you moaned softly. “yeah, baby. just like that.”

he whined. it was the kind of sound that let you know he loved being told what to do—being bossed around.

he was so messy and sloppy with how he ate you out—but you didn’t care. it felt so good. his tongue stayed right where you wanted him, his fingers digging into your skin wherever they were planted at on your body as he lost himself in you.

you could feel the way your body began to tense, the band in your stomach beginning to grow tighter the longer he works you.

you started gasping when your release got closer and closer. your hips twitching, trying not to grind too much on his face. chris was switching between slow drags and fast flicks of his tongue, practically drooling all over you. and when you glanced down and saw the shine all over his mouth and chin, you almost lost it.

your thighs started to shake, trying to close around him but they couldn’t, not with his grip on one of them. “chris—baby—fuck, m’so close!” you cried out. he grunted into you, his tongue beginning to move even faster than before.

you guys had lost track of the time by now, not even sure how long it has been since you started. had it been long? or not at all?

you didn’t know—your brain was mush, not focusing on anything else except for the way chris’ mouth felt against you. your body began to arch—voice cracking as you suddenly came when he gently sucked your clit into his mouth. your thighs trembled more around his head as wave after wave came crashing over you.

but he didn’t stop—he slowed down and kept his tongue moving through it. moaning into your soaked folds like he was addicted to you and the way you tased. sucking your clit softly into his mouth over and over against as your back pressed to the mattress.

when you finally came down, your body began to twitch at the oversensitivity of his mouth attached to your clit. slowly sucking on it and running slow flicks at the nerve. you hissed, grabbing his hair and pulling him away. he whined at the loss of your taste, his face absolutely soaked with your release and juices.

you just grinned down at him, your body now beginning to feel tired before you looked over at your phone next to you. though, chris eyes must’ve followed yours.

the stopwatch ticked : 4:01

you turned your gaze back to chris, watching the way he smirked, letting his own eyes flick to you as his hand came up to wipe his mouth with the back of his hand. “told you.”

a/n : i’ll be nice now and give you guys this :)

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cuntiolotriplets · 4 months ago

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speechless. I loved it. Amazing. Standing ovation.

The Observer

the one where your crush on matt could only stay a secret for so long before you literally get caught in a sticky situation (10.8K words)

Contains: smut, voyeurism, f masturbation, dom! bsf!matt x sub! bsf!fem reader

The sun was high in the sky, casting golden streaks across the still lake, and the air smelled faintly of pine. It was a perfect day. I sat on the shore, wrapped in a light sweater, feeling the cool breeze sweep through my hair. I didn’t want to look too obvious, but I couldn’t help myself. Matt and Chris were in the water, just a few meters away, their laughter drifting on the air. Matt, especially Matt, was what my mind kept circling back to.

I had always tried to ignore the way my heart would race when he was near, or the flutter that would hit my stomach whenever he smiled that warm, easy smile of his. He had no idea. He never would. I was good at pretending it didn’t matter, that it didn’t hurt to keep everything buried, even though every glance, every word, every laugh he shared with me made it harder to stay quiet.

I pulled my knees up to my chest, resting my chin on them as I let out a slow breath. If I told him, and he didn’t feel the same, everything would change. I’d lose this easy, effortless thing we had. The teasing, the late-night talks, the way he always pulled me into a hug when I was cold. If I spoke it into existence, I might break it. And I wasn’t sure I could survive that.

So instead, I sat in silence, staring out at the lake, where Matt was still laughing, still playing, completely unaware of the way my heart clenched every time I looked at him.

Matt splashed water at Chris, his hair wet and clinging to his forehead, those piercing blue eyes flashing with mischief. I caught myself staring again, my fingers curling around the rough fabric of my sweater. The way the sunlight caught in his hair, making it glow, the way he moved so effortlessly in the water. He was a force of nature like the wind or the lake itself, wild, free, so damn beautiful, and so completely out of my reach.

I tried to shake the thoughts away, forcing myself to look at the ground, but the sound of their voices kept pulling me back. The breeze lifted the scent of the lake, mingling with the musk of pine trees, and I watched as Matt’s laugh rang out, so natural and carefree, as he tossed his head back, water droplets scattering from his hair. There was something magnetic about him, something I’d never been able to look away from.

“Hey, are you just gonna sit there all day?” Chris called, swimming towards me. His voice broke my trance, and I snapped my head up, trying to act casual, like I wasn’t just staring at Matt with an intensity I couldn’t explain.

“I was just... enjoying the view.” I said, my voice a little too breathy, but I quickly cleared my throat, trying to cover it. “It’s nice out here.”

Chris smirked, clearly oblivious to the inner turmoil in my chest. “It’s a lake, yeah. But it’s more fun when you get in.”

I laughed, a nervous little chuckle, and shifted my weight, my eyes once again finding Matt, who was now floating on his back. His arms stretched out, his face turned upward, the sun kissing his skin in a way that made everything inside me tighten. I was so close, yet so far. I didn’t even know how to act around him anymore.

But he wasn’t looking at me. His focus was on the water, on the ripples forming around him, on whatever had captured his attention. And I could only sit here, caught in my own head, watching him from a distance. I swallowed hard, trying to ignore the ache in my chest. Why was this so difficult?

“Come on, let’s swim!” Chris insisted, splashing water in my direction again. I stood, pushing thoughts of Matt aside, but the quiet ache in my heart didn’t go away. It never did.

As I finally joined them into the cool water, my eyes met Matt’s for the briefest moment. I didn’t know if he even noticed, but it felt like a spark, an unspoken connection that lingered in the air. For a moment, everything felt suspended. For a heartbeat, it was like we were the only two people there.

But before I could think too much about it, Chris splashed me from behind, snapping me out of my trance. The moment passed. Just like it always did.

“Bet I can swim faster than you!” I called out to Chris, trying to break the tension in my chest. It was easier to focus on a game, on anything other than the feeling that had settled there, just under the surface.

“You’re on!” he grinned, splashing water in my face. I squealed, trying to dodge it, but he was faster. I laughed, feeling the rush of water on my skin as I swam towards the shore, with Chris close behind.

But just as I made it halfway, the soft ripples of the water around us shifted. I glanced up, noticing two girls from the nearby lake house swimming towards us. At first, I thought nothing of it, they were just some other vacationers, out for a swim. But then I noticed the way they moved, the way they smiled. It was all a little too deliberate.

They were clearly interested in Matt and Chris.

"Hey there!" one of the girls called out, her voice light and flirty. She had dark brown hair, a bright smile, and a tan that could rival any model's. The other girl, blonde with a playful twinkle in her eyes, nodded at Chris, swimming a little closer.

I stood in the water, trying to keep my expression neutral as they swam up to both the brothers, my gaze flicking to Matt. He flashed a smile at the girls, and the instant shift in his demeanor sent a sharp pang through me.

The girl with the dark hair turned her attention to Matt almost immediately, moving in close with a giggle. “We saw you two out here earlier. Didn’t expect to see anyone else this far out.”

Matt's usual easy smile appeared, but there was something different about it when he looked at her… something warmer, something more engaging. “Yeah, we were just messing around. Glad to see you guys out here. You’re not too far from that other house, huh?”

His voice had this effortless charm, a kind of natural warmth that made everything feel easy. And the way she laughed at his words, a little too loudly, made my stomach churn.

The girl flipped her hair over her shoulder and leaned in closer, her fingers brushing against Matt’s arm in a way that felt far too intimate. “Yeah, just down that way.” she said, her eyes twinkling.

I wanted to look away, to not pay attention, but the ache in my chest wouldn’t let me. She was so open, so forward. The way she flirted with him, the way she made it so obvious she wanted him. And Matt, oblivious as always, seemed to be soaking it all in, laughing along with her.

Meanwhile, Chris was talking with the other girl, their conversation light and easy. I barely caught any of it, my mind fixated on the way Matt was talking to her, how effortlessly he was playing along. He didn’t seem to notice how the girl was leaning in more, how she kept inching closer to him, her hand grazing his arm as she “accidentally” brushed it a few too many times.

I couldn’t tear my gaze away, but I didn’t want to be caught staring. So, I looked down, keeping my eyes on the rippling water below me, pretending the sharp sting of jealousy wasn’t eating at me. It wasn’t like I had a right to feel this way. I hadn’t made a move. I hadn’t even told him how I felt. But seeing this... it made everything inside me feel tight, like the space in my chest was shrinking, getting filled with something bitter and cold.

The girl laughed at something Matt said, her hand now resting casually on his shoulder. He shifted, but not in the way I had hoped. He was letting it happen.

I swallowed hard, forcing a smile as I swam a little farther from them, trying to give myself some space. Trying to breathe.

Everything felt distant now. Even though I was in the water with them, it felt like I was no longer part of the moment. The sound of their laughter, the easy way Matt interacted with her, all of it felt like it was happening far away, just outside my reach.

Chris called out to me, but my mind was elsewhere. I could hear their voices, the girl’s laugh, the soft hum of conversation, and the way Matt’s voice dipped lower when he spoke to her. And with each passing second, I felt a little more lost.

I had to keep pretending that it didn’t bother me, that I wasn’t watching Matt and this new girl, knowing full well that I was only fooling myself.

“Hey!” The dark haired girl called out, her voice sweet but confident, pulling my attention back towards the group. “We’re having a bonfire at our place tonight. You guys should come by. It’ll be fun, lots of people from the nearby houses will be there too.”

She looked directly at Matt when she said it, her smile wide and inviting, like she was trying to pull him in with her eyes. I couldn’t help but notice how easy it was for her to capture his attention, how he shifted towards her instinctively, like he was already hooked.

“There will be music, food, and of course, plenty of chances to get to know each other better." the blonde girl added, her gaze briefly landing on Chris.

I watched as Matt considered the invitation, the wheels in his head turning, clearly intrigued. He met my eyes for a second, a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips. But it was fleeting, and he was quick to turn back to the girls.

“Sounds fun.” Matt said, grinning, though I could tell his attention had already shifted. “We’ll be there.”

Chris chimed in then, agreeing just as easily, his attention more focused on the blonde girl than the situation at large. The sound of their voices blended together, and despite my best efforts to stay present, I felt the space between us widen.

I forced myself to smile, keeping my voice light, even though I could feel my heart sinking. "Yeah, that sounds great." I said, my words coming out too easily, as if I didn’t care at all.

The girls exchanged a quick glance, their expressions gleaming with satisfaction. “Great,” the dark haired girl said, her voice lingering in the air, as if she’d already claimed victory. “We’ll see you guys around sunset, then!”

With that, they swam off, their presence still lingering in the air long after they were out of earshot. The lightness in their voices, the way they moved, and the way they owned the moment. It all felt like a silent victory.

I looked over at Matt, but he was already half-focused on something else, the breeze tousling his hair as he walked back towards shore, chatting with Chris. I stood in the water for a few moments longer, holding my ground, trying to steady my breathing.

“Hey, you okay?” Chris asked, noticing my silence. He had a concerned look in his eyes, but it didn’t quite match the playful vibe we’d had earlier. His attention was split between me and the retreating figures of the two girls, who were now getting out of the water. He was still too distracted to notice how much of a mess I was inside.

“Yeah.” I lied, flashing a small smile. “I’m good. Just... thinking about tonight, I guess.”

It was a lie, but it wasn’t a complete one. I had a lot to think about.

As we made our way to the shore, the reality of the evening began to settle in. The bonfire would be a chance to bond, sure, but it would also be the perfect opportunity for Matt to get closer to the girl who had practically thrown herself at him. And there I would be, sitting in the background, trying not to feel the heat of the flames in my chest.

But maybe, just maybe, I could play along. I could make the night fun, forget about the way things had shifted, and pretend for a little while longer that none of this mattered. That I was okay with watching Matt and the girl get closer, even if it broke me a little more each time they exchanged a laugh or a glance.

The sun had now dipped low on the horizon, casting an orange glow over the lake as we approached the bonfire. The heat from the fire danced in the air, mingling with the cool evening breeze. The sound of laughter and music reached our ears before we even arrived at our destination. I tried to shake off the sense of anticipation, but the way the night had been building up, especially after the encounter in the water, made it feel almost unbearable.

The moment we reached the edge of the gathering, the two girls were already waiting for us, practically bouncing with energy. They looked even more confident now, dressed in casual, revealing clothes that hugged their figures. The dark haired girl’s hair shimmered in the firelight, and the blonde girl flashed a bright smile that had Chris’s attention immediately.

“Hey!” The dark haired girl’s voice was high-pitched with excitement as she practically ran up to Matt, her eyes sparkling with something I couldn’t quite name. “You actually made it! I was hoping you would.”

I couldn’t help but watch the way she leaned in just a little too close, her hand brushing lightly against his arm. Matt, the easy going guy, flashed his usual grin, completely unaware or maybe just choosing to ignore how forward she was being.

“Of course.” he said casually, his hand slipping into his pocket as he looked around. “Thanks for inviting us.”

Her lips pulled into a smile that didn’t quite meet her eyes, though she kept the attention on him, clearly not ready to share. “We’re just glad you’re here.” she said, her voice softening as her fingers lingered just a little too long on his arm.

Beside her, the blonde girl was practically glued to Chris’ side, her gaze flickering between him and Matt. “We weren’t sure if you two would show up.” she said, her tone playful but with that undeniable edge of flirtation. “But perfect timing.”

Chris chuckled, clearly enjoying the attention, but I could see the way his eyes kept flicking back to the dark haired girl. It was obvious who was in control of this little dynamic.

I stayed on the periphery, my arms crossed loosely over my chest as I tried to keep myself in check. I watched them, the way the girls hung on every word Matt and Chris spoke, the way their hands grazed their arms, their backs. They were laying it on thick, and I couldn’t tear my eyes away from it.

The dark haired girl stepped closer to Matt, a teasing smile on her lips as she tossed her hair over her shoulder. “So... what’s the plan for tonight? We were hoping you’d join us around the fire, but if you’re feeling adventurous...” She trailed off, her eyes sliding down his body with a look that was far more suggestive than I was prepared for.

I could feel the heat creeping up my neck. She was practically undressing him with her eyes, and he was eating it up. I wanted to say something, anything, to shift the focus away from how much she was leaning into him, how comfortable she seemed with it. But I couldn’t. It felt like my voice was stuck in my throat, paralyzed by the sight of Matt, who seemed oblivious to the entire charade.

“Yeah, the fire’s great, but the lake looks even better at night.” the blonde girl chimed in, her fingers brushing Chris’ arm as she leaned in a little closer, dropping her voice lower. “You guys don’t mind if we keep you company, right?”

Matt chuckled, his smile widening, completely at ease, but I noticed how the dark haired girl had moved even closer, her shoulder brushing against his. I forced myself to look away, biting the inside of my cheek, trying to pretend that it didn’t bother me.

The fire crackled louder as we all gathered around, but I couldn’t focus on the warm flames or the people laughing. All I could think about was how effortless it was for the two girls to invade their space, how they slipped under Matt and Chris’ skin with such ease. And it stung. It stung because I knew that I would never have that kind of freedom with Matt. I couldn’t even make myself visible enough for him to see me that way.

As the night wore on, the fire crackled, sending sparks flying into the dark sky. The air was thick with the smell of burning wood and the faces of strangers slowly becoming familiar. Music played softly in the background, and drinks were passed around in plastic cups, but it was the heat of the game that seemed to ignite something far deeper.

Truth or Dare.

It had started casually enough. Laughter rang out after each round, a few harmless dares and silly truths shared between us all. But the atmosphere had shifted. The girls were sitting closer to Matt and Chris now, their legs brushing against theirs, their attention never wavering. The game had become more than just a game. It had become a subtle battle for who could grab their attention first.

I sat back, pretending not to notice the way the girls were eyeing Matt and Chris, but I could feel the electricity in the air. My turn had come and gone, and though I kept my answers light, I couldn’t ignore the weight of the moment pressing down on me. I could barely focus on the game itself, let alone the way my pulse quickened every time Matt glanced my way.

It was the dark haired girl’s turn again. She was grinning as she picked up the bottle, spinning it lazily, but there was a challenge in her eyes, something daring. The bottle came to a stop, pointing directly at her.

“Ooh, this is gonna be fun.” she said, her lips curling into a playful smile. She turned to her friend, her voice teasing. “Dare me.”

Her friend, the blonde girl’s lips tugged into a sly smile. “Okay,” she said, her eyes glinting mischievously. “Kiss a stranger.”

A hushed silence fell over the group for a second, the air thick with tension. We all knew exactly what that meant.

I could feel my heart race, the sense of inevitability washing over me. The dark haired girl’s gaze flickered over to Matt, and I could see the moment she decided. She turned to face him, her smile never leaving her face.

“Well Matt,” she said, her voice smooth and flirtatious. “I think you're my lucky stranger tonight.”

Before anyone could react, she was already moving towards him, her hands brushing against his chest as she leaned in. Matt’s eyes widened in surprise, but he didn’t pull away. Instead, he gave her a small, confused smile, caught off guard but clearly unsure how to react.

The heat from the fire seemed to intensify as she closed the gap between them. And for a moment, everything went still. The crackling of the fire, the whispers of the night, even the sound of my own breathing faded into the background.

Then, she kissed him.

It was soft, slow, and too intimate. A kiss that was meant to tell a story without words. The kind of kiss that made you wonder if it was only the start of something more. The kiss lingered in the air longer than I wanted it to. Then finally the dark haired girl had pulled back from Matt with a content smile.

“Oh, you’re good.” she said, her voice low.

Matt seemed frozen for a second, his blue eyes wide, the faintest blush creeping up his neck. He blinked a few times, processing what had just happened. And though he laughed it off with a soft chuckle, there was something unsettled in the way he shifted, as if trying to make sense of the moment.

I tried not to look at him, tried not to notice the way his gaze lingered on the girl for just a moment too long. But I couldn’t stop myself. I couldn’t look away from how easily she’d claimed him, how effortlessly she had slipped into his space, pulling him in.

The dark haired girl, on the other hand, was already leaning back casually, a grin tugging at her lips as if she had just claimed some victory. The others around the fire had started talking again, the chatter a background noise that felt distant to me, almost like I wasn’t even there. But I felt everything. Every moment.

I couldn't breathe.

I couldn’t watch it anymore. My chest tightened, and all the air felt like it was being sucked out of me. It wasn’t just the kiss, it was the entire situation. The way she had gotten to him first, without hesitation, and I had just stood there like an invisible spectator.

I stood up abruptly, my legs feeling unsteady beneath me. “I’ll be right back.” I mumbled, my voice barely above a whisper.

Nobody seemed to hear me, or if they did, they didn’t care. They were too busy talking, laughing, lost in the world they had created around the fire. But I didn’t care. I needed to leave.

I quickly walked away from the group, my footsteps crunching in the gravel path that led to the house. My thoughts were a blur, everything feeling too loud, too fast. I reached the cooler by the porch and grabbed a drink, not caring what it was. I twisted the cap off and took a long swig, feeling the cold liquid burn down my dry throat, hoping it would numb something.

But nothing was numb. Not really.

I could still see the kiss in my mind, hear the soft sound of lips meeting, and the way Matt hadn’t pulled away. And all I could do was replay it over and over, each time it cutting me a little deeper.

I leaned against the porch railing, trying to catch my breath, my pulse still racing in the aftershock of everything that had just happened. I hated how vulnerable I felt, how exposed. I wasn’t supposed to care this much, but it hurt in a way that I hadn’t expected. It was like a sharp ache that wouldn’t go away.

I stood there, alone by the cooler for what felt like an eternity, staring into the empty space around me, trying to gather my thoughts. The burn of the drink in my hand didn’t do anything to dull the tightness in my chest, and I hated the way I couldn’t shake the image of Matt and that girl’s kiss from my mind. My heart was still pounding, and I knew that I had to pull myself together before I could face the others.

I took another deep breath and forced myself to walk back towards the bonfire. The laughter, the music, and the chatter all seemed so distant now, like I was moving through a dream. I tried to push down the irrational feeling of being left out, of not fitting in, but it wasn’t easy.

By the time I reached the fire, the group was still there, chatting and laughing, but Matt and the dark haired girl were nowhere in sight.

I scanned the faces in the group, feeling a strange sense of unease creeping up my spine. The way everyone was relaxed and carefree made me feel out of place, like I was suddenly on the outside looking in.

I tried not to care. But I really did. Where were they?

I watched the group for a few more moments, waiting, hoping that they would come back soon, but the longer I waited, the more restless I became. What was taking them so long?

A knot of jealousy twisted in my stomach, and I couldn’t help it. I was becoming more and more curious. Something inside me was telling me that I needed to know what was going on, needed to figure out where they had gone.

I decided to move around the party, looking for Matt and the girl, my mind racing. I walked past a few groups of people, greeting some of them with forced smiles, trying to appear casual. But I couldn’t shake the feeling that something had shifted… something had changed.

And the nagging suspicion in my chest wouldn’t let me ignore it.

I wandered further from the fire, past the scattered groups, and into a quieter area near the edge of the property, close to the dense trees that lined the back of the lake house. I was starting to feel foolish, but something in me pushed me forward. I couldn’t stop.

And then I saw them.

Through the shadows, tucked away behind the thick trunk of an old tree, I could make out the faintest movement. My breath hitched as I caught the unmistakable figure of Matt. But it wasn’t just him. The girl was pressed up against him, her hands tangled in his hair, lips locked in a kiss that was so heated, so desperate, that it made my heart drop to my stomach.

I froze, my pulse suddenly pounding in my ears, my feet unwilling to move.

I watched them for what felt like too long. Her body against his, her hands all over him, pulling him closer as if she couldn’t get enough. The kiss deepened, and Matt didn’t pull away. His hands were on her back, fingers grazing the skin beneath her shirt as she arched up against the tree.

I stood frozen, my breath caught in my throat. I was unable to move, unable to look away. The darkness around me felt like a blanket that muffled the sounds of the party behind me, leaving me with only the image of Matt and the girl pressed together in the shadows.

They didn’t notice me. How could they? They were completely lost in each other, and I was just another figure in the darkness, invisible to them. But I could see everything. Every movement, every shift of their bodies. It was almost like the world had stopped around me, and all that existed was this moment.

The girl’s hands were tangled in Matt’s hair, pulling him closer to her as if she couldn’t get enough. Her lips moved against his with a sort of urgency, deep and needy, and Matt was responding in a way that made my pulse race. His movements were slow but deliberate, his hands tracing her back with a kind of possessiveness I hadn’t expected.

I felt heat pool in my stomach, a mixture of confusion and something else… something deeper, something more primal. I watched as his fingers slid beneath the girl’s shirt, his touch so sure, so confident. The way he traced the curve of her spine sent an involuntary shiver down my own back, as if the touch was meant for me. But it wasn’t. It was for her.

She moaned softly against him, and I flinched, feeling the heat in my chest rise. The sound was too intimate, too raw. I couldn’t tear my eyes away from the way Matt’s mouth moved against hers, his lips parting just enough for her to deepen the kiss. His hands slipped lower, caressing her body with a smoothness that made my stomach tighten.

My breath quickened, and I felt the tension in my body build with every passing second. It was like a fire had been lit deep inside of me, and no matter how much I tried to suppress it, the heat only intensified. I was a voyeur, watching something so private, something so intimate, and yet I couldn’t bring myself to look away.

Matt’s hands slid down, and I couldn’t see exactly what they were doing, but I could imagine. The way his body pressed against hers, the way her back arched towards him, and the way she seemed to melt into his touch, it was enough to make my own skin burn. My mind raced, torn between the jealousy clawing at me and the strange desire that I couldn’t control.

I wanted to move, to walk away, but my feet were glued to the spot. Every time I tried to pull my gaze away, I found myself looking back, as if I were addicted to the way Matt touched her. There was something so... confident about him. So powerful. The way he moved, the way his body language spoke volumes. He wasn’t just participating in the kiss, he was commanding it, directing it, and controlling the pace.

It felt almost like he wasn’t just kissing her, he was drawing her into a world that only he could control. I didn’t understand why it made me feel the way I did. There was a strange, sick mixture of arousal and jealousy, and neither emotion seemed to overpower the other. My body was heating up and my heart was pounding in my chest.

I could hear the faint sound of her soft gasps, and his breath coming in ragged bursts as their kiss deepened. His hands roamed again, this time moving lower, and I could see the way her body responded. Her legs wrapped around his waist and her arms pulled him even closer.

I could almost feel the heat of their bodies against each other… the friction… the desperation. The sound of skin against skin was muffled by the distance, but I could imagine it. It was too much. Too intimate.

A part of me wanted to scream, to shout at them to stop, and to force them to pull apart. But another part of me, an undeniable, deeper part, wanted to watch it unfold, wanted to keep seeing how far they would go. And I hated myself for it.

Finally, Matt broke the kiss, his lips pulling away slowly, leaving a trail of breathless silence in the air. I saw his chest heaving, his face flushed, and I realized with a shock that he was just as affected as she was. His eyes were closed, his forehead resting against hers as they caught their breaths.

The girl, still wrapped around him, was looking up at him with a grin, a grin that made my stomach turn with jealousy. In that moment, I knew she had him, and he was without doubt, happily taken.

They didn’t say anything at first. But when Matt opened his eyes and met her gaze, I saw it. It was the same look I had seen on his face earlier that night, when they had shared that brief, electric moment. But it was different now. It was more possessive, more focused, like he had given himself fully to her in a way I hadn’t expected.

It was like they were in their own world, and I was the outsider. I couldn’t escape the image of them tangled together, their bodies moving as one. The way they looked at each other, like there was no one else in the world but the two of them, was like a punch to the gut.

And I stood there in the darkness, helplessly caught in the throes of the jealousy, the desire, and the aching realization that I might never be the one to have that with him. Not in the way I wanted. Not in the way that felt real.

My heart was hammering in my chest, and I felt my breath become shallow, almost erratic. The world around me was spinning, but all I could see was them. Matt and the girl, still lost in their world behind the tree, their bodies entangled in a way that felt too intimate, too personal. My legs were weak, and for a moment, I thought I might collapse right there. I was frozen, unable to look away, but also hating every second of it.

I wanted to turn and walk away, to leave this secret moment behind, but I couldn’t. It was as though my body was caught in some kind of magnetic pull. I was drawn to them, drawn to the way Matt’s hands were sliding down the girl’s back, and the way her fingers were tangled in his shirt, tugging him closer.

I saw Matt’s jaw tighten, a low groan escaping from his throat as she kissed him again, harder this time. I couldn’t help but watch as he responded, his hands exploring her body with a certainty I had never seen before. Every motion felt deliberate, calculated, as if he knew exactly what he was doing, and knew exactly what she wanted.

I wasn’t even sure how much time had passed since I first saw them behind the tree, but it felt like a lifetime. I could hear the laughter and music from the party in the distance, but here, in the dark, there was only the sound of their heavy breathing, their soft gasps and the occasional moan that seemed to vibrate through me.

I felt my pulse quicken, the heat in my body rising in a way I couldn’t control. The jealousy wasn’t just emotional anymore, it was physical. I hated myself for the way my body responded to the sight of Matt and the girl tangled together, but I couldn’t stop it. My mind was screaming at me to move, to leave, but my body refused to listen.

I swallowed hard, my throat dry as the image of Matt’s hands moving down her body replayed in my mind, over and over. There was something so possessive about it. His fingertips seemed to leave a trail of fire wherever they touched, and it made something deep inside of me stir. I didn’t want to feel this way, but the desire and craving was undeniable.

Matt’s hand slid beneath the hem of her shirt again, pulling her closer, their bodies pressed tightly together. I saw him lean in, his lips brushing her neck, and she tilted her head back, giving him more access. The way she responded to him, like she craved him, made something inside of me tighten.

The girl’s hands roamed lower, slipping under his waistband. My breath hitched in my throat. My heart was pounding so loudly I was sure they could hear it from where I stood.

I wanted to look away. I should have. But I couldn’t.

Matt’s lips moved down her neck, his breath coming faster now, and I saw her hands pause for a brief moment as if she were waiting for him to make the next move. His eyes were closed, his face a mask of concentration as he kissed his way down her collarbone. The image of his lips against her skin made a tight knot form in my stomach.

Then suddenly, Matt’s eyes opened for just a fraction of a second, and his gaze swept across the space in front of him. It was as if he was sensing that someone was watching. My body went rigid, and I quickly stepped back, my heart nearly stopping. But before I could react, I realized he hadn’t seen me. His eyes didn’t lock onto mine.

Instead, his attention shifted back to the girl in front of him, and I felt a pang of disappointment, sharper than I’d anticipated. It was like a physical blow. He was completely immersed in her now, lost in the moment, and I was nothing more than an unseen bystander.

I turned away quickly, my pulse racing as I stumbled back towards the party. My head was spinning. I needed air. I needed to escape the overwhelming ache that had settled deep inside me.

As I walked back toward the fire, I fought to steady my breath, and to push the images of Matt and the girl out of my mind. But no matter how hard I tried, they stuck. The sound of their breathless kisses and the way their bodies moved together, it was all seared into my brain, and I couldn’t escape it.

I had wanted him, I had desired him for so long. Watching him with someone else in such an intimate way, broke me in a way I couldn’t put into words. The ache in my chest was unbearable.

When I finally rejoined the others, I tried my best to act normal, to smile, and to pretend like I hadn’t just witnessed something that would haunt me. But it was no use. The jealousy burned inside me, but it just wasn’t that. It was confusion, frustration, and something darker, something deeper that I couldn't even put a name to.

I needed space. I needed to get out of here, away from the noise and from everyone else.

I excused myself, offering a weak smile to Chris. "I'm gonna head back." I said, my voice soft but steady. Chris looked up at me, his expression unreadable, but he didn't ask any questions. I knew he must've noticed that I was off, but he was always the easygoing one, never pushing too hard.

"Alright." he nodded. "I’ll walk you there.”

"No, don’t worry about it! It’s just two houses down." I assured him with a smile and walked away.

I quickly made my way through the scattered groups of people. I could hear the faint laughter, the crackling of the bonfire behind me, but I kept walking, heading for the path that led back to our lake house. It was a short walk, but it felt like miles. My thoughts swirled in a whirlwind, each step heavier than the last. My stomach was twisted, and my mind kept replaying everything that I had witnessed.

By the time I reached the lake house, I barely even noticed the quiet around me. It was still and peaceful, the only sound was the soft lapping of the water against the shore. I entered the house, letting the door close behind me, and finally, I could breathe.

I leaned against the wall as I closed my eyes, trying to steady myself. But the images wouldn’t leave. The weight of them, the intensity of watching them kiss, it all felt like it had lodged itself deep inside my chest.

I tried to shake it off. I knew I had to. There was no point in dwelling on it, and no point in holding on to something that wasn’t mine.

But I couldn’t stop myself from wanting it.

I took a long breath and walked over to my room. I immediately changed into my pajamas in an attempt to make myself as comfortable as I could.

When I finally laid in bed, I looked up at the ceiling, my thoughts centered on the man that I was so undeniably attracted to. Matt. My mind was full of him, the sheets that should've felt cool to the touch, instead felt hot with each second that ticked off the clock and I kept thinking.

A sharp breath left me and I ran a hand across my face and through my hair that fell in a thick curtain against my pillow.

I needed to get a grip, but it was so difficult to do so when the person I was thinking about had such a strong appeal factor.

His body was slim, slightly indented with muscle and he was hard all over. In addition to that, he was inked, his body resembling art with its harsh black strokes. Sometimes, deep within my thoughts, I found myself wanting to trace his tattoos, at least one.

My heartbeat quickened as I pictured his deep blue eyes on my face. Intense, but with some kindness in them too. I'd witnessed it so many times before, but couldn't seem to stop thinking about them right now.

My pulse leaped, my lips parted and I shifted in bed as the heat I felt became sweltering. My light cotton tank top felt heavy on my skin, the otherwise soft material constricting me now. Timidly, I pushed the hem up a little higher and curled my toes against the duvet, sighing to myself.

Maybe I needed to pace around my room or go take a shower. Anything to calm my racing thoughts would suffice. Yet neither option seemed appealing and instead, I was in the need of doing something different. I simply lifted up my top a little more, the material now skimming right below my breasts.

My mind raced with thoughts of Matt. This led to me thinking back on him kissing the dark haired girl from the party, and I moaned upon recalling just how intense and sinful he looked. Stupidly I'd spied on him with her, and now I couldn't get the visual out of my head. The sensual way his lips moved, the hushed groans, his hands over her neck and skin...

I shuddered and stared at the ceiling, thinking of Matt and her kissing. Heat bloomed across my cheeks and I bit my lip, envisioning a different scenario than the one I'd witnessed.

In my head, I'd have those lips pressing against mine, feel them part and tempt my own to move whisper soft against his. And Matt wouldn't rush the moment. No, he'd kiss me nice and slow, coaxing me and my desire to open up for him. At the same time, he'd dip his tongue inside and massage it with my own.

I gasped, surprised at my thoughts as my fingertips drifted down my neck and skimmed across my collarbone. Arousal shot through me as I envisioned Matt cupping my cheeks and holding me against his body, all whilst taking my mouth as if it were his to possess.

"Oh god..." I whispered, breathing heavily when my hand ventured lower and skimmed over the top of my breast. The desire I felt inside me intensified a little more, when I felt my nipple harden from my touch. Shocked and curious, I lowered the strap of my top, freeing one of my breasts and ran my thumb across the hardened peak, moaning extra quietly at the sensations that the movement caused.

In the back of my mind, I couldn’t believe how I was slowly unravelling at the thought of my friend, but Matt made me feel things. Things I hadn't really ever felt before while being around him. It was only ever supposed to be a silly crush… right?

It almost felt mortifying to fantasize about him but yet again, I couldn’t help myself when he wouldn’t leave my mind and tortured me with wicked desires that I had never voiced out, even to myself. Matt was just too good looking and there was an intensity to him, one I couldn't quite figure out but was drawn to during moments like these.

It seemed I was on my own with these brazen thoughts about Matt, and how it would feel to kiss him. In my head, had the situation been much different, he would've taken his time undressing me, peeling off my clothes, only to kiss the skin that came to his view.

He’d whisper my name in a breathy moan, gruffing against my ear, his breath hot. His hands would skim across my soft skin and touch me gently saying, "I want you..."

"I want you too, Matt." I whimpered out loud, biting the inside of my cheek when I squeezed my breast. "So much... more."

In the dark confines of my mind, Matt would kiss the corner of my mouth, then drag his soft lips sensually down my heated skin, using his tongue to lick across places nobody has ever touched before. I'd tremble and pant for him, begging over and over until my lips felt dry.

"Do you want me here?" Matt would ask me, teasing and taunting me with the harsh scrape of his stubble as his lips would brush against my thighs and over my underwear.

"Please." I whimpered yet again, the pleasure coursing its way through me like fire heating my skin. "Yes…"

His eyes would burn bright and hazy on mine as he'd begin to slip the scant material off my legs and toss them behind him.

I licked my lips and started breathing a little slower, blushing as the images formed better inside my head. He would've licked his full lips at the sight of my folds that would've been slick for him. His touch would've gotten insistent as he’d lift his hands to my thighs and part my legs open.

A gasp left me as I urgently slid off my shorts, getting desperate to feel freed from its weight on me. Instantly, I parted my legs and smoothed my hand down my stomach, gently skimming across the band of my underwear.

In my head Matt would've kissed me before touching me anywhere, and I knew I would relish in that feeling alone. He would kiss his way down my neck and would run his tongue across my chest, scraping my skin with the harsh hairs of his beard.

A whimper left me and I moaned at the feeling of my hand having dipped beneath the edge of my underwear. My fingers brushed over the center of my aching hole, the part where I was the weakest. I shifted my hips, using one finger to rub in small circles as the image of Matt devouring me in this very room continued.

My imagination of him continued, with Matt reaching between our bodies to continue his assault on my body. He’d take his time in rubbing his own fingers gently between my folds and teasing my entrance, much like I was doing to myself.

"Fuck." I groaned, my eyes closed tightly as my own fingers did as I had imagined Matt to, rubbing me fast and in circles. My hips bucked and I lifted, moaning just as I pushed one finger inside and used my thumb to massage my clit. I envisioned Matt shedding his clothes and then pressing his warm body over my sensitized one.

Sweat dotted on my forehead as I kept at a slow pace, gently touching myself to the thoughts of my imagined encounter with Matt. My body reacted instinctively and I moaned, my insides clenching as I pulled my finger out and continued pleasuring myself, by rubbing the tender nerve in between my thighs.

"Matt." I cried out softly as I rubbed myself a little harder and my hips seized, rolling into my touch as my body reacted and everything started to feel tight. "Oh…" I murmured breathless, as the pleasure became almost too much to bear.

"You want more, sweetheart?" Matt would husk against my skin, his lips soft against me. Then I'd do nothing but nod. He'd smirk wickedly and bite his lip, "Beg for it." he'd whisper. "Tell me how much you want me."

"I want you..." I whispered, shivering as I felt myself clench from within. The sensations made me pant and gasp as it continued to grow more and more. "Matt." I moaned, biting my lip as my toes curled against the duvet and my hips rolled against my moving hand. "Matt, bab–

"Hey, is everything alright?"

A knock on my door had me jumping up abruptly and nearly falling out of my bed. When I recognized the voice being Matt's, my face flamed beyond belief, my mortification fierce.

"I-" clearing my throat, I attempted to speak. "W-who is it?" I asked abruptly and then winced. Obviously it was Matt. Who else would it be?

"I mean, yes? Do you need something?" I squeaked out just as I shot up from my bed, and rushed to fix my clothes and smooth my hair back into place.

"Can I come in? I was hoping we could talk." Matt said from behind the door and I squeezed my eyes shut, mentally willing him to disappear so I wouldn't have to face him.

"Are you okay? Do you need some help?"

My cheeks burned. No, I don't need any help, unless you refer to be helping hand variety!

I rushed to the mirror, all whilst telling Matt to give me a minute. Once I'd done that and attempted to fix myself up, I cleared my throat and headed towards the door.

When I opened the door, I was stunned as I came into Matt's sight. He simply stood there, hands tucked in his pockets and watching me. A frown marred his brows and he stepped forward, using one hand to brush against my cheek.

"You look flushed. Are you sick?"

I shifted on my feet and cleared my throat, feeling awkward. "I'm fine." I mumbled, still fidgeting since his touch on my actual skin was too close to what I'd been imagining. "Really, I'm okay. What did you need? Is the party over?"

Matt opened his mouth to speak just as he crossed the threshold and entered my bedroom. His eyes raked across it and they stopped at my bed, his eyebrow raising. "Are you sure…? I heard you left the bonfire early."

"I’m fine. It was getting late and I was getting tired." I lied, biting my lip and cursing internally when Matt's eyes narrowed.

"Oh… okay. Well I heard noises, that's why I came. I thought something happened to you." he murmured, eyeing me speculatively.

Noises? Noises as in... my own?

When his back turned for a second I stomped my foot and had the quickest tantrum I could muster up, mortified at myself. Not only could I not seem to get a handle on my thoughts, but it seemed I also couldn't control my voice, either.

My face heated up. How lovely to appear even more awkward than I already was.

"Look, Matt. I appreciate the concern, but I'm fine. There was no screaming here or anything like that. It's just me here trying to fall asleep, nothing to worry about." I lied easily, smiling at Matt encouragingly when he met my eyes again.

This time he cocked a brow and instead of leaving, he sat by the edge of my bed and smirked, just a slight curve of his lush mouth. "I never said anything about screaming." he said, then steepled his hands under his chin.

A pathetic choked laugh left me, "What?"

Matt chuckled, the sound deep and amused as he stood up and came towards me. "I don't believe you." he murmured. "Not one bit."

"You don't have to believe anything." I said, internally panicking at myself and my fumbles. "I know what I was doing and that's all that matters."

My breath hitched when Matt came closer, his body only inches away from mine, close enough to smell his decadent cologne. Slowly, as if he were unsure, he raised his fingers and curled them around the strap of my tank top and raised an eyebrow. "Your strap is crooked."

"And? It happens sometimes." I whispered defensively, looking away from him.

"Your bed is unmade." he carried on softly, humming to himself when I bit my lip. "You've got a blush that starts from here," he whispered just as he skimmed his fingers against my cheek. Then both of us stared as his fingers crept down my jaw, smoothed down my neck and over my racing pulse until he stopped at the V of my cleavage and tucked one finger into my top. "To here. Tell me, does sleeping get you flustered?"

"I-." my mind went blank as I panicked to come up with a response. I wanted to run for the hills, anything other than having him piece together what I was doing.

"Mhm." he chuckled teasingly, his finger still hooked onto my top and still looking at me. "I think you're lying."

"I- I don't care."

"I think," Matt leaned in, doing so until his breath was hot against my ear. "That you were doing something else in here. Something a little more personal."

My feet shifted on the floor and my face felt hot, my heart racing.

He kept on, "Maybe what I heard was something else. Maybe I'd been standing by the door this whole time and heard things..." he whispered, licking his lips. "Maybe I heard my name... quite frequently,"

My lips parted and I gasped.

Busted.

"Were you touching yourself?" Matt asked quietly, his gaze growing darker.

"I- I mean..." I paused, nervous and slightly ashamed at being caught. My eyes looked anywhere but his face and Matt didn't like that. In fact, he tucked his fingers under my chin and lifted, forcing me to meet that intense and heated gaze that was solely on me.

"You were." he breathed. "I heard you... you were." he swallowed, a pained sound leaving him the more he stared at me. "You were making these little sounds-"

"Please, don't." I winced, shaking my head. "I don't want to talk about this."

"Hey," he murmured. "I'd like to know why you were touching yourself."

I shook my head in response and shivered when his fingers grazed over my bottom lip. My eyes squeezed shut and I groaned, wanting to wake up from this nightmare I'd made myself.

"Don't be ashamed. It's just me. You can tell me and it'll be our secret." Matt coaxed, his voice soothing like a balm to my sensitive skin.

"I..." I swallowed deeply, keeping my eyes closed. I was just going to say it and hope he ran for the hills and left me alone to rot and die in my mortification. "It was because of... you."

Matt stilled against me, his body rigid and tense. My own breath caught, my stomach sinking as I prepared myself for the worst. For him to just–

"Fuck!" Matt whispered deeply and I gasped. My eyes snapped open just as Matt tugged me forward and pressed a chaste, yet intimate kiss to the corner of my lips. "Show me."

My eyebrows raised and I shifted on my feet unsteadily.

"Please." he whispered again, his voice pained as if he were on the last of his control. "Show me what you were doing."

"W-what?" I blurted out and then squeezed my hands into fists.

“You heard me. I want to see."

"I-I don’t know… I'm scared." I whispered.

Matt stopped by my bed and we both stared at it. "All you have to do is carry on what you were doing. I'll help you. It’s just us here, okay?"

I licked my dry lips, finding myself nodding even though I was flustered beyond belief. Matt gave me a small smile and helped me get onto my bed, his hands never straying from my shoulders, his hooded eyes trained on my face.

My hair fanned around my pillows, my breathing sharp and choppy as I watched Matt watch me. "My door," I whispered. "Lock it, please."

He nodded wordlessly, his tense jaw clenching. Matt moved from my bed and walked towards my door, closing it and then switching the lock. My eyes drank him in, they followed the rigid lines of his back, his broad shoulders, his lean arms and trim hips. My lips parted and I blushed when I accidentally looked down and noticed a very... sizable bulge.

My eyes snapped up to his face and I shuddered. Matt had caught me staring and he was looking at me as if he were hungry… but not for a meal.

I snapped my eyes close, attempting to forget about the man standing inside my room that wanted to watch me touch myself. But of course, it was an impossible feat, he was everywhere. His presence sucked the air out of the room, making me hot and making me tremble.

His weight dipped on one side of my bed and I didn't dare to look. Instead, I slowed my breathing and tried to pick up where I'd left off.

Meanwhile, Matt's fingers sifted through my hair, smoothing the strands away from my face. "It's just me. Relax..."

I nodded, my voice lost as the desire I'd felt before started to thrum within me.

"Start slow." Matt murmured. "Think of me and my hands, instead of yours. Where do you want me to touch first? Show me where."

I savored the sound of his voice, doing as he asked. My hand drifted down my collarbone, my fingertips skimming over the top of my breasts. Spurred on by him, I tugged down both straps of my top and one of my hands began to knead my tender breast. A groan left Matt's lips, my own hushed whimper following.

"Does it feel nice?" he asked quietly, still running his fingers through my hair. When I nodded and bit my lip, Matt's breathing slowed and he said, "You're so beautiful. Your skin looks so soft, delicate..."

I moaned quietly, shifting in bed and rubbing my thighs together as the heat inside me grew.

"Go lower. Where else do you want my hands?"

I wanted to blurt out saying everywhere, but I quickly shut that thought down and shook my head.

"Take your shorts off and spread your legs." Matt coaxed, his voice decadent and warm to my senses. When I complied and lifted my hips up to strip them off, he muttered a curse. "Fuck, look at you." he whispered raggedly and I whimpered, wanting more.

"Touch me." I said timidly, snapping my eyes open, only to shudder at the carnal look reflecting in Matt's eyes. "Please..."

His eyes closed and his jaw clenched as he swallowed hard. "If I touch you now-" he shook his head. "I can't. It’s too risky." he murmured, still staring at me. "But I wanna watch you… you’re doing so well."

I was getting wildly aroused by his confession and his praise for me. So confident, so sure.

"Keep going."

I made a frustrated sound and did as he asked, breathing hard as I smoothed my fingers down the slope of my stomach and stopped at the edge of my underwear again. Much like before, I went to dip my fingers inside, but Matt stopped me, his voice demanding yet sensual.

"Take it off." he ordered. "Lose it."

My face flushed and I nodded shakily, fumbling with nervous hands to arch my hips and slip my underwear down my legs and then off all together. My legs clamped shut, the feeling to cover myself overwhelming.

Matt, as if sensing my unease, leaned down and kissed my jaw, pressing tender yet sensual kisses upon my skin. His breath was hot and warmed me from the inside out, his touch never straying. I felt myself relax and groan when his tongue skimmed just under my ear, my weak spot, and my legs parted, slowly.

"That's it." he breathed. "Imagine those are my fingers. Move them lower. Touch your clit, but do it nice and slow."

I hesitated, flustered and so aroused that everything, even his voice, was deepening the feeling. Still, I wanted to please him and did as he said, using a finger to circle around my clit in slow, tentative strokes.

"Oh god." I whispered, for a moment uncaring that Matt was on the other side of my bed. It was more that I was too turned on to let it deter me, and my aroused mind told me that I could do this and show him. My fingers rubbed at the swollen bundle of nerves and I'd gotten myself too worked up to stop, but I knew that I needed more than my fingers to get where I wanted.

"Matt..." I moaned softly, savoring the feel of his husky groan against my ear as he lay beside me watching. The hand on my breast reached over to the hardened tip and I squeezed, the finger on my clit still circling, again and again. "Baby." I whimpered. "Please, I want you so fucking bad."

"Fucking hell." Matt grunted and I gasped, mewling when my fingers grew slick with my own desire. "You're so wet. You're shaking."

My eyes were closed, my breath coming out in quiet little pants. They only opened as I felt the bed moving. That movement should have made me hesitant or nervous, or do anything at all besides moan, bite my lip and reach for Matt.

He moved away from me and made a guttural sound, low in his throat, and I couldn't hold back my own low moan.

I was coming undone but so was he. He wasn't indifferent to me, not at all.

He moved close, crouched at my side, his knees a breath away from my hip and thigh. The look in his eyes was... intoxicating, made me drunk off his desire for me.

He bit his lip, and I felt myself clench from within in response.

My legs were splayed apart, and my hole exposed as my fingers constantly rubbed over my clit.

I watched him swallow hard, his eyes fixed on my hands. "Rub yourself a little faster, sweetheart."

I squirmed, panting and moaning. "Matt," I pleaded, biting my lip. "P-please."

He shook his head, his jaw clenching and unclenching as he spoke, "Can you take a finger?" he husked. "Use your words, baby. Show me you're with me."

"God, yes." I moaned. "Ohh..." I gasped when I did as he asked and rubbed a finger down my slit, doing so until I was pushing just a finger inside.

"You're doing so fucking well." he praised, watching me as I slid my finger inside me and whimpered, my other thumb rubbing my clit. "You're so beautiful. I can't take my eyes off you,"

"S-so good." I moaned, my hips arching, my restless legs trembling as the finger inside me rubbed.

"Pinch your nipple." he said, licking his bottom lip. I felt my own tongue copy the motion as I obeyed, whimpering at the sudden rush of hot pleasure that burned my skin.

My eyes, hungry to take him in, shot from his face, down his lean torso, past his stomach and shamefully so– to his heavy erection. He still wore his pants, but they barely contained his jutting bulge.

I rolled my hips, trying to get closer to him, and pushed my finger a little deeper inside of me. Matt breathed heavily and once again moved to sit beside me, clearly getting restless.

"That's right, baby.” he moaned. “Perfect. Circle your hips just like that." His hand went back to smoothing my sweat-dampened hair and his lips pressed against my temple, his kisses hard but soothing.

I arched my hips, while he continued to coax my hand to circle my clit with just the perfect pressure. "Oh my god." I breathed, the knot in my stomach tightening. "Matt, please. I need you." I whimpered. "I want–

"I know what you want." he cursed long and fluidly. "Fuck, I want that too."

I caught his gaze when I looked up and the intensity of his need reflected my own, causing me to gasp as the knot inside my kept tightening, the pleasure rising.

"Matt." I moaned hoarsely, biting my lip hard enough to draw blood. "I think I'm– I think I'm close."

"Think of me. My fingers inside you. You probably feel so tight and hot." he husked, kissing my forehead hard. "What are you feeling? You’re gonna cum, and you're gonna do that for me. You're gonna give that to me."

I closed my eyes, overwhelmed by his voice. "Ohh!" I cried out, arching into his touch at my side.

"Fuck!" he rasped, his voice no more than a whisper near my ear. He moaned, long and quietly, urging me. "Cum for me, cum hard."

A blast of white hot heat surged through me when I rubbed my throbbing clit, the pleasure wrenching a moan of Matt's name past my parted lips. The orgasm swept through me, fast and intense to the point where my legs trembled and my chest heaved with ragged breaths.

I didn't open my eyes until I felt the bed dip. They shot open and when I met Matt's gaze, I blushed and rushed to close my legs in an attempt to cover myself.

"I– this never happened." I blurted out, my voice breathless and husky from my sudden release.

"It did happen." Matt said, running a hand down his jaw and scraping his beard. "Fuck, it did happen."

I didn't get to question anything further, because in the next few seconds, Matt unlocked my door and left, shutting it behind him as we heard the front door click open, alerting us of Chris’ arrival. I was left behind in my room flushed red, wondering what I had just done.

But another question peered through my brain as the fog slowly dissipated… did this change everything between us for the good or for the worst?

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cuntiolotriplets · 4 months ago

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✧˖*° ࿐ I FOUND HER IN YOU

bestfriend!chris x bestfriend!reader

(CHAPTER ONE.)

chris can still remember the moment that he first met his best friend, her big, brown eyes looking at him curiously as he stood there, hiding behind his mother’s leg as he eyed the girl in front of him. they were young - maybe four or five years old - and he remembers feeling nervous as he looked at the girl his mom was talking to - a girl that he would never forget. he had a feeling in his chest back then, even as a little kid, a feeling that never left him.

even at that age, chris couldn’t take his eyes off of her. he was shy and nervous as he stood there, but he couldn’t stop looking at her, couldn’t stop the fluttering feeling in his chest. as he glanced up at his mom and her mom as they talked, he took note of the smile on his mom’s face, and he could feel something in the air.

as his mom and her mom continued talking, chris couldn’t stop himself from looking at her, his eyes fixed on her face and taking in every detail, from her big brown eyes and her small button nose to her small, upturned lips. she was watching him too as their moms talked, and he felt a spark in his chest as she met his gaze, and he couldn’t help but feel a sudden feeling of hope and excitement.

as his attention continued to be stolen by her, he saw her mom glance down at her, saying something to her before gently giving her a slight push forward. the girls eyes snapped up and focused on him, and she took a hesitant step forward, her eyes still fixed on his. chris felt his body tense with nervousness as she came closer, his heart skipping a beat as he stood there still hiding behind his mom’s leg.

and that was vanessa. he would remember her for years as the pretty girl with the wide brown eyes in their second grade class, the one that he always sat next to and shared his snacks with and always talked to. he can’t even remember what it was exactly about her that first caught his attention, but he remembers falling into an easy friendship with her, the two of them feeling immediate comfort with each other, almost like they had been friends for years . . .

notes: hi hi hi guyss!! i’ve been gone for soo so long but i’m back for now! i’ve always wanted to start a series so i’m really excited for this & i hope you guys are too 😋 also ill be using the name vanessa in place of y/n because i hate using y/n..

🏷️: @submattenthusiast @dominicfikeenthusiast @loveparqdise @breesturns @sophand4n4

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cuntiolotriplets · 5 months ago

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Im so sorry they cannot do this to me 😭😭

this is the next wednesday video

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cuntiolotriplets · 5 months ago

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one way ticket to paris, please. 💳💥

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cuntiolotriplets · 5 months ago

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texts with bsf!matt

(who’s so painfully obviously inlove with you)

a/n: i loce making these sm so lmk if you guys want more!! (and over versions too)

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cuntiolotriplets · 5 months ago

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Hidden Hands

the one where you and chris are bored at a wedding and he manages to find a way to keep himself (and you) entertained (6.9K words)

Contains: smut, public fingering, overstim, slight dirty talk, dom! boyfriend chris x sub!fem reader

The wedding reception was beautiful, with soft string lights draped across the venue and a live band playing something cheerful yet forgettable in the background. None of it mattered, though. Chris and I sat at one of the back tables, far removed from the action. The chatter and laughter from the other guests felt like it came from another world entirely.

I sighed, swirling the remnants of my champagne in its flute. The bride and groom, who I barely knew, were at the center of the room, glowing with happiness under the fairy lights strung from the ceiling. Meanwhile, Chris and I were banished to the farthest table at the back of the reception hall.

Chris had said it would be fun. "It’s a wedding. There’ll be free food, dancing, and booze." he’d promised. But we didn’t anticipate being assigned to the island of misfit plus-ones. Now, hours later, the table that once sat eight people was deserted except for the two of us. Everyone else had either left or joined the crowd near the buffet. I glanced over at Chris.

He looked ridiculously handsome in his black suit, bringing out his blue eyes. Even bored, he was magnetic, lounging back in his chair, one arm draped over the back of mine. His suit jacket hugged his broad shoulders, and the crisp white shirt underneath was unbuttoned at the collar, giving him an edge of casual charm that felt so quintessentially him. A sleek black tie hung loosely around his neck, as though he couldn’t be bothered to tie it up all the way. His dark hair was slightly tousled, the result of him constantly running his fingers through it.

And then there was me, sitting there in a black cocktail dress that hugged my curves in all the right ways. The fabric was soft and sleek, the thin straps barely resting on my shoulders. The neckline dipped daringly low, revealing just enough to draw attention without being over the top. The hem of the dress skimmed mid-thigh, and when I sat down, it rode up ever so slightly, exposing more leg than I’d planned. Paired with strappy heels and a simple silver necklace, I felt both elegant and bold, though the way Chris’s eyes had lingered on me earlier told me I’d nailed the look.

But as stunning as everything looked, neither of us was particularly invested in the event. The bride and groom were barely acquaintances, Chris knew the groom from his high school years ago, which left us marooned at a nearly empty table with a few half-finished glasses of champagne and a view of everyone else having a better time than us.

“So,” he said, his voice low enough to only reach me. “This is what rock bottom looks like.”

“What did you expect? You said yes to an invitation from a guy you barely know.” I snorted softly, unable to help the smile tugging at the corner of my lips. “You know,” I whispered, leaning towards him. “When you said ‘come to a wedding with me,’ I thought you meant one we’d actually enjoy.”

Chris smirked, finally turning to me. “I didn’t say it’d be fun. Just that I didn’t want to go alone.”

I rolled my eyes, but I couldn’t help the small laugh that bubbled up. “Lucky me. The honor of being your plus-one.”

His smirk widened, and I could feel the weight of his gaze as it drifted down to my dress. “At least you’re making it look good.”

I scoffed in response, though my cheeks flushed slightly at the compliment. “Don’t start.” I warned, though I couldn’t keep the smile from tugging at the corners of my mouth.

Chris chuckled, leaning forward to grab his drink. The chain bracelet on his wrist caught the light as he lifted the glass, the sharp contrast of metal against his suit adding an edge to his polished look. “I’m just saying.” he said, his tone smooth as he was sipping. “If we’re going to be bored out of our minds, we might as well look good doing it.”

I gave him a side-eye. “I could’ve stayed home in pajamas.”

“Yeah,” he said, his lips curling into a grin. “But then you wouldn’t get to sit here with me, having the time of your life.”

“The time of my life.” I deadpanned. “Absolutely riveting.”

He chuckled, leaning back in his chair, his eyes sweeping over me. “You really do look ravishing, though. That dress…” His voice trailed off, his smirk widening as he let the sentence hang.

I arched an eyebrow. “If you think flattery is going to make this night better, you’re wrong.”

“Flattery?” he repeated, pretending to look offended. “I’m just stating facts. You’re the only interesting thing about this whole event.”

I rolled my eyes, but my heart skipped. I didn’t let him see that, though. “You’re hopeless.”

I sighed, leaning back in my chair and letting my gaze wander over the reception hall again. The decor was impeccable, with warm tones of gold and cream, and soft floral arrangements on every table with candles flickering in ornate holders. But all the elegance in the world couldn’t mask the fact that we were so out of place here, leaving Chris and me in a bubble of awkward isolation, which he seemed to thrive in while I shifted in my seat, trying not to look as restless as I felt.

“So,” he said, his tone light and teasing. “What’s the verdict? Was this the worst ‘plus-one’ invitation you’ve ever gotten, or just in the top three?”

I let out a laugh, glancing at him. “It’s definitely up there. But you’re lucky you look good in that suit, or I might have ditched you by now.”

Chris grinned, setting his glass down. “Flattery will get you everywhere.”

I shook my head, fighting back a laugh. “You’re ridiculous.”

“And you’re terrible at hiding how bored you are.” he shot back, his eyes glinting with mischief.

“I’m pretty sure you’re more bored than I am. You’ve been messing with your tie for the last twenty minutes.”

He glanced down at the loose black tie still hanging around his neck and chuckled. “Guess I was hoping it’d magically tie itself if I fiddled with it enough.”

“You could just take it off.” I suggested, raising an eyebrow.

“And ruin the look? No way.” He leaned in slightly, lowering his voice. “Besides, it’s not like anyone’s paying attention to me anyway.”

I arched an eyebrow, my pulse hitching slightly under the weight of his gaze. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

Chris smirked, his fingers tapping idly against the edge of his glass. “Just saying, all eyes are probably on you in that dress.”

Heat crept up my neck, and I crossed my legs instinctively, the hem of my dress shifting slightly as I did. Chris’s gaze flicked down for the briefest moment before he leaned back again, his expression far too casual for my liking.

“You’re impossible.” I muttered, reaching for my own drink to mask the way my hands were fidgeting.

“And yet, here you are.” he said, his grin widening.

I rolled my eyes, but the tension between us felt heavier now, like an unspoken challenge hanging in the air. Chris leaned forward again, resting his elbow on the table and propping his chin on his hand as he watched me with that infuriatingly calm expression.

“So, what’s the plan?” he asked, his voice dropping just enough to send a shiver down my spine. “Are we going to sit here all night pretending we’re having fun, or do you want to make things... interesting?”

I met his gaze, the wicked smile on his lips daring me to call his bluff. And for the first time that evening, I wasn’t sure if I wanted to take the bait… or if I already had.

The silence between us stretched, the hum of distant laughter and clinking glassware filling the space around our table. Chris’s question lingered in my mind, daring me to respond, but I wasn’t about to let him win this round so easily.

“Interesting, huh?” I asked, arching an eyebrow as I leaned back in my chair, swirling the last of my drink in its glass.

Chris leaned forward, his smirk unwavering. “You’ve got that look again.”

“What look?”

“The one where you pretend you’re not curious but secretly can’t wait to see what I’m going to do next.” His voice was low, smooth, and completely self-assured, making my stomach flip.

I scoffed, though the heat creeping up my cheeks betrayed me. “You’re delusional.”

“Maybe.” he shrugged. “But I’m also right.”

Before I could fire back, he shifted his weight, his hand disappearing under the table. I froze, my heart skipping as I felt his fingers brush lightly against my knee, just barely grazing the edge of my dress.

“Chris.” I said, my voice sharper than I intended, though I didn’t pull away.

“Relax.” he murmured, his tone calm, almost bored, like this was the most natural thing in the world. His face the picture of innocence, though his hand was anything but. His fingers traced a slow, lazy line just above my knee, the barest pressure making my skin prickle.

“Someone could see.” I hissed, darting a glance around the room.

“No one’s paying attention.” he said, his eyes steady on mine. His hand didn’t stop, slipping higher by a fraction of an inch. “And even if they were... who cares?” The mischievous glint in his eyes was unmistakable now, and I swallowed hard, my mouth suddenly dry.

I clenched my jaw, my pulse hammering in my ears as I gripped the edge of my chair. His touch was maddeningly casual, like he wasn’t fully aware of the effect he was having on me or maybe he was, and that was the point.

“You’re really pushing your luck.” I muttered, my voice shaky despite my best effort to sound unaffected.

Chris chuckled softly, leaning closer. “Am I?”

My breath hitched as his hand inched higher, slipping just beneath the hem of my dress. The chain bracelet on his wrist brushed against my skin, the cool metal biting against my heated skin. I clenched my thighs instinctively, trying to regain some semblance of control.

But Chris wasn’t having it. His other hand reached down, gently tugging my knees apart just enough to make his point. “Don’t do that.” he said sternly, his tone still annoyingly calm. “You’ll regret it.”

My heart pounded in my chest as I glanced around the room again. The bride and groom were still making their rounds, the rest of the guests lost in conversation or on the dance floor. No one seemed to notice the storm brewing at our little table.

“Chris…” I whispered, the warning in my tone faltering under the weight of my own anticipation.

He tilted his head, his blue eyes gleaming with mischief. “You could just tell me to stop.” he said, his voice dropping to a near-whisper as his fingers pressed into my thigh, sending a fresh wave of heat through me. “But you won’t, will you?”

I bit my lip, my hands gripping the chair in a futile attempt to anchor myself. He was right, of course. I wouldn’t.

My heart raced as Chris’ words hung in the air, daring me to deny him. My grip on the chair tightened, my knuckles white against the wood, but I couldn’t bring myself to pull away. Instead, I stayed perfectly still, caught in the tension he’d created, every nerve in my body hyper-aware of the heat of his hand against my thigh.

“You’re too confident.” I finally managed, my voice barely above a whisper.

Chris chuckled softly, his breath warm as he leaned closer, his lips just a breath away from my ear. “Confident?” he murmured. “Or just good at reading you?”

I swallowed hard, refusing to look at him even as a shiver ran down my spine. His hand shifted again, fingers brushing higher, and the chain on his wrist pressed cold against my skin, a sharp contrast to the warmth radiating from his touch.

“S-Stop.” I whispered, but the word lacked conviction, trembling as it left my lips.

Chris’s smirk deepened, his voice dropping lower. “That didn’t sound very convincing.”

I shot him a sharp look, but the glint in his eyes made it clear he wasn’t about to back down. “I can’t believe you.” I muttered. My breath hitched in my throat as his hands slid higher. My eyes snapped to his, and the smirk playing on his lips turned downright devilish. “Chris!” I hissed, my voice barely above a whisper. “What are you doing?”

“I’m bored, remember?” he said nonchalantly, his thumb tracing a slow, lazy circle on my skin.

My pulse quickened. I glanced around the room, but no one was paying attention to the back corner where we sat. The lights were dim, the music loud, and the other tables too preoccupied.

“That doesn’t mean you can just—”

“Relax.” he cut in, his voice teasing. “It’s not like anyone can see.”

“That’s not the point!” I whispered, trying to sound stern, but it came out breathless.

His fingers continued to knead my soft skin. “You’ve been complaining about how dull this is. I’m just...changing the vibe.”

“By groping me under the table at someone’s wedding?” I shot back, but my voice lacked its usual bite.

“You want me to stop?” His voice was so casual, like he already knew the answer.

I glared at him, my lips parting to tell him exactly that, but the words stuck in my throat. I didn’t want him to stop… not really.

His eyes held mine, and suddenly, it felt like the world around us blurred, the laughter, the clinking glasses, and the faint smell of overpriced floral arrangements. It all melted into the background, leaving just the two of us at this empty table, his hand warm and steady against my thigh.

“Well?” he asked, his grin challenging.

I was only able to swallow hard in response as I pathetically sat in silence, my heart racing in a way that had nothing to do with the wedding chaos around us.

His grin widened. “I’ll take that as a no.”

The worst part? He was right. I didn’t want him to stop.

“I’m just adding a little excitement to the evening.” he murmured, leaning in slightly. His breath brushed my ear as he spoke, sending a shiver down my spine. “Unless you prefer we keep sitting here, watching people fight over the last slice of cake.”

My pulse was thundering in my ears. The combination of his nearness, the warmth of his hand, and the undeniable thrill of what we were doing had me simultaneously on edge and utterly captivated.

“This is so inappropriate.” I muttered, trying and failing to keep my voice steady.

“Exactly.” he replied, his lips lifting into a grin. His fingers brushed lightly against my skin, his touch just shy of daring. “But you can’t tell me it isn’t fun.”

I didn’t want to admit he was right, but the truth was, my boredom had evaporated the moment he’d touched me. My senses were on high alert, hyper-aware of every movement, every glance from the other guests. Not that anyone was paying attention to us. They were too busy cheering on the newlyweds or piling their plates high with desserts.

“Chris…” I said again, my voice quieter this time, more breathless.

“Hmm?” He leaned closer, his face now inches from mine. His blue eyes locked onto mine, and I felt like he could see right through me.

“This is... risky.” I said, though even to my own ears, it sounded like an invitation.

His smirk deepened. “That’s the point, baby.”

My cheeks flushed at the nickname, and I turned my head away, feigning interest in the dance floor. But I couldn’t ignore the way my heart raced or the way his touch shot electricity through me. It was ridiculous sitting in the middle of a wedding reception, surrounded by strangers, with his hand sneaking higher and higher up my thigh.

I swallowed hard, trying to focus on anything else. The wilting flowers in the centerpiece. The newly wedded couple. The bland cream color of the tablecloth. Anything but the weight of his hand or the cool press of his bracelet against my overheated skin.

I wanted to snap back with something witty, something that would wipe that smug look off his face, but my mind was a mess, scrambled by the slow burn of his touch and the maddening fact that he was so damn composed. His confidence only made it worse, driving me closer to the edge.

“You’re playing with fire.” I said quietly, the warning in my voice barely masking the tremor beneath it.

His grin widened, his voice low and smooth as he leaned in just enough for only me to hear. “Good thing I like the heat.”

I clenched my jaw, my heart pounding so loudly I was sure he could hear it. And when his hand slid just the tiniest bit higher, the cool bite of his bracelet searing against my skin, I knew I was completely and utterly doomed.

“You’re stubborn.” I muttered, shaking my head.

“And you’re stunning.” he countered, his voice softer now, more serious. The shift in his tone caught me off guard, and when I looked back at him, his eyes were earnest, his smirk replaced with something... deeper.

I forced myself to keep my gaze forward, pretending to be completely unbothered by the man sitting beside me. The man whose hand, warm and unrelenting, was currently resting under my dress.

Chris lounged in his chair like he hadn’t just decided to light my nerves on fire. His posture was casual, his free hand resting on the table, fiddling idly with his drink glass. He didn’t even look at me, as if this was the most normal thing in the world.

The nerve of him.

“You’re enjoying this way too much.” I muttered, trying and failing to sound annoyed.

His smirk deepened. “You make it hard not to.”

I wanted to fire back, to regain some semblance of control, but all I could do was press my thighs together, a futile attempt to steady the chaos swirling inside me. It didn’t help. The weight of his hand remained, his touch light but firm, his cool metal bracelet a constant reminder that he wasn’t going anywhere.

“Are you really this bored?” I asked, my voice sharper this time, though I still couldn’t meet his gaze for more than a fleeting second.

He chuckled, low and warm, the sound sending another jolt through me. “Bored? No. I’d say I’m having a pretty good time now.” I opened my mouth to retort, but the words died as he leaned in closer, his voice a whisper against my ear. “You’re the one who said this wedding was dull. I’m just making it interesting.”

His breath was warm against my skin, and I fought the urge to shiver.

I swallowed hard, my composure slipping further with every second. He was playing with me, his hand a steady, teasing presence that kept me on edge.

The tension between us was thick, electric, and for a moment, the chaos of the wedding faded away. It was just us, sitting at that lonely table in the back of the hall, teetering on the edge of something neither of us wanted to name.

And the worst part was that I couldn’t seem to stop him. Or maybe, deep down, I didn’t want to.

“If I’m being honest, I wanted to get a quick fuck in before we left tonight.” he brazenly admitted, causing my breath to hitch. “But we were already running late.”

“Shit…” I pursed my lips tightly, to stop the moan that was building in my throat from spilling out. My heart thundered in my chest, the sound roaring in my ears. “You’re so sure of yourself.” I muttered, trying to sound more defiant than I felt.

Chris chuckled, soft and smug. “I’m not sure of me. I’m sure of you.” He leaned in closer, the faint scent of his cologne wrapping around me. “You’re trying so hard, and it’s adorable, really. But you can only hold out for so long.”

Chris held my gaze, his expression unreadable, yet there was something darkly satisfying in the way he watched me squirm under his touch and from his words. I could see the faintest glimmer of amusement in his eyes, but also something else, a challenge, a question. What are you going to do now?

The control, the restraint, it was slipping. All I wanted was for him to touch me properly, to end the game that was slowly driving me mad. But I couldn’t move. I couldn’t even think straight.

His fingers lingered, just brushing against me, not enough to cross the line, but it was enough to make me ache for more. His hand hovered, the temptation overwhelming, and I wanted to scream. My thighs quivered with the effort of keeping still, and the chill of his chain bracelet against my skin only heightened the warmth building inside me.

Why isn’t he moving? Why won’t he just…?

But even as the words filled my mind, I realized that maybe he was waiting for me to make the next move. He wanted me to decide whether or not I was going to stop this before it went too far.

But I couldn’t make that choice. I was trapped in this moment, caught between the suffocating heat of wanting him and the dread of what would happen if I let myself fall any further into this madness.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Chris’ hand moved in, sliding along my thigh and further in, eagerly finding what it sought, but not daring to go beneath my underwear just yet, but over.

He leaned into my ear and huskily said, "You're such a good girl to be like this for me. I'm going to make you cum sitting right here in this room, in front of all these people. And I'm not going to stop until you cum all over my hand."

“Fuck!” I hissed, biting my lip as I felt my composure wither away upon hearing him talk so shamelessly to me. I swallowed hard, trying to focus on anything other than him. I should stop this. I should tell him to pull away. But my body was betraying me, responding to him in ways I couldn’t control.

He recognized the scant material by its texture, having gotten this particular set for me himself - a black lace, which was getting increasingly damp. “You’re wearing your Valentine’s gift?” he raised a brow intriguingly.

A pathetic strained noise of acknowledgement was all I could reply with behind my pursed lips.

As his fingers slid over the lace, pressing against my clit lightly, and then my slit, his hand moved lower. I let out a soft gasp and instinctively spread my legs a little wider, giving his hand more room and to let him know without words that I wasn’t stopping him.

"Oh, God." I whimpered, my eyes feeling heavy but still on alert for any onlookers.

His fingers stilled for a moment, the only sign that I’d caught him off guard, but the grin tugging at his lips told me he understood. He didn’t look at me right away, though. Instead, he moved his fingers in a slow, deliberate arc.

The tension between us was unbearable, the unspoken agreement hanging heavy in the air. My heart was racing, my breaths uneven, and the rest of the room blurred into nothingness.

Finally, his eyes slid to mine, and the intensity in his gaze made my pulse stutter. His grin had softened into something darker, something almost predatory, and I felt my resolve shatter under the weight of it.

“Bold.” he hummed, his voice low and teasing, the word sending a ripple of heat through me. “In public, no less.”

“Just…get on with it.” I huffed, trying to sound indifferent but failing miserably.

His smirk widened as he leaned back in his chair, his free hand casually running through his hair like he had all the time in the world. “Patience.” he said, his tone dripping with amusement.

I clenched my fists in my lap, torn between wanting to throttle him and wanting him to keep going. The deliberate slowness of his hand was both torturous and exhilarating, and the fact that he was still so composed, still so damn cool, was driving me insane.

He let his fingers drift lower, his thumb dragged along my sensitive bud, and I couldn’t stop the soft gasp that escaped my lips.

A crooked smile tugged at his lips, his eyes flickering with triumph. “Careful.” he whispered, his voice so low it sent a shiver racing down my spine. “Wouldn’t want anyone to hear you.”

I glared at him, but the heat pooling in my stomach betrayed any attempt at indignation. My knees fell further apart, a silent invitation, and his hand answered immediately.

He kept the same pace, light and slow, but slowly changed the movement of his hand. Starting at my clit, rubbing in small circles, just once or twice, before moving his hand lower to gently rub my slit, before his hand would slide back up to my clit again. It wasn't long before I got lost in it, as I tipped my head back slightly. Soft little gasps and moans escaped past my parted lips. It also wasn't long before my arousal, if not already apparent, became even more noticeable by the wet spot that started to grow on my underwear as his fingers rubbed my folds.

I couldn’t take it anymore. Every nerve in my body was on fire, strung so tight I thought I might snap if he didn’t put me out of my misery. Chris’ deliberate, torturous pace was too much, too slow, too teasing, too maddening.

My breath hitched as his fingers shifted again, brushing against the lace barrier that I knew wasn’t doing anything to stop him from knowing exactly how badly I needed him.

“Chris.” I gasped, my voice barely more than a whisper.

He tilted his head toward me, his eyes glittering with amusement and something far more dangerous. “Hmm?” His tone was infuriatingly calm, as if he wasn’t fully aware of the chaos he was causing.

“Stop teasing.” I whined, my voice trembling, my hands gripping the edge of the table so hard it felt like I might tear the fabric. “Just… please.”

The smirk that tugged at his lips made my cheeks burn. “Please, what?” he asked, his fingers shifting ever so slightly, brushing against me in a way that had my entire body jerking forward.

I glared at him, but it was weak, the fight in me crumbling under his touch. “Y-You know what I mean.” I whispered, my voice breaking.

“I do.” he murmured, his thumb tracing slow, lazy circles against the lace that was doing absolutely nothing to protect me from his touch. “But I want to hear you say it.”

I swallowed hard, my pride battling against the desperation clawing at me. But the longer he sat there, calm and collected, the more I realized I couldn’t win this game. Not against him.

“Chris,” I whispered, my voice a plea now, raw and trembling. “Just fuck me already. Please.”

His grin widened, his fingers stilling for a moment as he leaned in closer, his breath warm against my ear. “Begging suits you.” he murmured, his tone smug and filled with satisfaction.

I felt my face flush with embarrassment, the words igniting something hot inside me that I couldn’t control. But I didn’t care anymore. My body was screaming for him, and there was no point in pretending I wasn’t desperate for him to touch me, to finish what he had started.

“I don’t care.” I whispered, my voice barely audible, but the plea was there, unmistakable. "I need you. Please."

And then, finally, mercifully, he gave in. A shuddered breath left me, as his fingers pulled the damp material to the side, exposing me to him. Not keeping with the same movement now, Chris’ slender fingers focused on my clit, pulling a quiet moan from me as he found the swollen little nub, and rubbed it gently in circles, though a little faster than he had been previously rubbing me. His hand moved with deliberate confidence, past the lace, and every nerve in my body felt ablaze.

The rest of the room, the wedding, the faint hum of music and laughter, all of it disappeared. There was nothing but him, his touch, and the way he was unraveling me completely, leaving me at his mercy.

“Is this what you wanted?” he taunted, his voice soft but laced with that dark edge I knew all too well. “You should’ve said please sooner.” His voice was low and cocky, but I couldn’t even bring myself to care. I was too far gone, too consumed by him, by the heat pooling in my stomach and the way his touch was undoing me piece by piece.

Feeling my orgasm slowly build with each pass of his fingers, Chris dipped lower, his fingers slipping between my lower lips, but not entering yet. Instead he was just picking up some of my wetness to spread them back up and over to my clit as his fingers moved to rub it again. Releasing a moan, my hips rocked to meet his fingers as they twirled around my clit faster this time, the added lubrication sending the already great feeling even higher, pushing me even closer to my quickly approaching orgasm.

“Can’t sit still, can you?” Chris said in a low murmur, his voice carrying just enough amusement to make the tension in the air thicker.

I didn’t know how to answer. My heart raced, and my body felt like it was betraying me. My hand, almost without thinking, moved to his wrist, holding him there as if by doing so, I could stop myself from losing control.

I could feel my cheeks flush, the heat spreading to every part of me. This was insane. We were in public. But somehow, that made the entire moment more thrilling.

Chris’s gaze stayed locked on mine, daring and steady, his jaw clenched tight, as though he was waiting for me to crack under the pressure. His hand didn’t waver, his movements deliberate, but not rushed because he was in control, and he knew it. That realization sent a shiver down my spine, frustrating me as much as it made my pulse quicken.

"C-Chris…" I said, my voice shaky, barely above a whisper.

"Yeah?" His tone was casual, but there was nothing casual about the way he looked at me, his eyes dark and full of intent.

"You-" I cut myself off, clenching my jaw as I fought to steady my breath. He raised an eyebrow, waiting for me to finish, but I couldn’t. I didn’t have the words, and even if I did, I wasn’t sure I could say them.

His smirk grew wider, and he leaned in closer, his breath warm against my ear. "You’re taking me so well." he murmured, his voice softer now, more intimate. "I didn’t think you’d last this long, honestly. Thought you’d give in by now."

My chest tightened at his words, the mix of praise and teasing unraveling me even more. He knew exactly what he was doing, and he was enjoying every second of it.

"I-I can't believe I'm letting you do this. I can't believe you are doing this." I said in disbelief as a frightened look washed over me.

"Shhh. Just relax, baby. I'm here for you. I'll make sure we don't get caught. Just sit there and enjoy the feeling. No one’s paying attention. They’re too busy dancing or stuffing their faces at the buffet.” I made a little noise, causing him to lean forward to kiss my shoulder in an attempt to soothe me.

Dipping his fingers lower again, giving my clit a small break to tease my slit now, Chris was now slipping two fingers, his index and middle finger, into my tight hole. That action, the feeling of being filled, almost pushed me over the edge. My body shuddered, my hips rocking hard against his hand and holding it there, keeping his fingers as deep within me as he could get them. After a second of catching my breath, that sudden shock of arousal taking me off guard, Chris picked back up again, and I slowly rocked my hips against his hand as he started to move, fucking me with his fingers.

I gripped his wrist tighter, my nails digging into his skin, but he didn’t stop. If anything, his movements grew even bolder, his touch more deliberate and more devastating.

“I almost feel bad for pushing you this far.” he said after a moment, his tone light, but there was a flicker of something darker in his eyes now, something that made my pulse race even faster.

“Almost?” I shot back, my voice sharper than I intended, though the effect was probably ruined by how breathless I sounded.

He grinned, his teeth flashing in the low light. “Almost.” he repeated, his fingers still moving with maddening precision. “But not quite. Because watching you like this? It’s fucking hot.”

The heat in his voice sent a shiver through me, and I felt my resolve start to crumble even more. I hated how much power he had over me, how easily he could bring me to the edge without even trying.

My pulse spiked as I caught sight of the bride and groom weaving through the tables, their smiles wide as they stopped to chat with guests. They were only a few tables away, and panic bloomed in my chest like a firework.

"Chris!" I whispered sharply, leaning closer to him. "They're coming this way."

He casually glanced up, as if I hadn’t just announced impending disaster. "Hmm." he murmured, completely unbothered. His hand didn’t stop, not even for a second.

I gritted my teeth, gripping the tablecloth so hard I was sure I’d tear it. "I’m serious. Stop. They’re going to see."

Chris tilted his head, his expression amused as he looked at me. "You think they’ll notice?" he asked, his voice low and teasing. "Or do you think they’ll just wonder why you look so flustered?"

I glared at him, though the effect was probably ruined by the heat flooding my cheeks and the way my breath came in shallow gasps. "This isn’t funny." I hissed, my voice barely above a whisper.

"It’s a little funny." he countered, his smile widening.

The bride and groom were only two tables away now, their laughter and polite thanks growing louder as they approached. My heart hammered in my chest, and I knew I had to do something.

"Chris, please." I begged, my voice trembling with equal parts panic and desperation.

That seemed to catch his attention. His smirk softened, and his eyes darkened as he leaned closer, his breath brushing against my cheek. "You sound so sweet when you ask nicely." he murmured, his tone soft but filled with mischief.

I clenched my jaw, refusing to rise to his bait. "I’m serious." I whispered, my tone sharper now.

Much like with rubbing my clit, the slow speed of his thrusting fingers didn't last long and was now picking up, almost as if he was desperate for me to release. His speed picked up and his fingers thrusted in and out of me, moving with ease with my wetness, and my hips moving to keep up with his fingers. As my release built, my breathing became heavier, and my eyes kept closing tight, as my whole body and mind focused on my impending orgasm. Focused on the movement of his fingers, shocks of pleasure filled my body every time his fingers plunged into me.

"There we go... you’re doing so well… you look so fucking hot.” he sighed, more for me than for him. "Cum for me, baby." he whispered directly into my ear.

"O-Ohh!" The soft, gasped, exclamation suddenly left my lips as that building pleasure suddenly exploded, causing my thighs to clamp together and my body to arch slightly. I closed completely around his fingers from the strong contractions. My eyes fell shut and my body jerked silently for several seconds before I began to relax and breathe once more. I inhaled deeply, held it, then let it out slowly.

The thrusting of his fingers came to a standstill as the pleasure rolled through me. As the waves started to slow, I started to slowly move my hips against Chris’ hand again, reigniting those little sparks of pleasure, and causing soft moans to leave my lips again.

I felt myself leak all over his hand and perhaps even a bit on my seat. My thighs finally relaxed and my hand let go of his wrist. He slowly pulled his fingers out, sliding his wet fingers up my equally as wet slit, and then pulled them away.

Chris leaned into my ear once again. "That’s my girl.” he chuckled proudly as he pulled my underwear back over as I was still trying to catch my breath. He then brought his hand up to his mouth as he drew this fingers into his mouth to wipe them clean.

“Chris…” My mouth parted in disbelief and in shock, watching him be so daring like this in public.

All Chris did was shrug nonchalantly as he hummed making it seem as if he was doing the most natural thing one would do in such a setting.

Chris leaned back in his chair, his expression as calm and collected as ever. "There we go." he said, his tone light and teasing. "Made it just in time."

I shot him a look, but before I could say anything, the bride and groom arrived at our table.

"Hi! Thank you so much for coming." the bride said, her smile warm and genuine as she looked between us.

Chris, of course, handled it effortlessly, standing up and shaking their hands with his actual clean, dry hand with that easy charm of his. "Of course. You two look amazing. Congratulations."

I managed to murmur something polite, though I was sure my face was still flushed. My heart hadn’t stopped racing, and I couldn’t help but feel like they could see right through me.

As soon as they moved on to the next table, I let out a shaky breath, slumping back in my chair.

Chris chuckled softly beside me, leaning in so only I could hear him. "I told you no one would notice."

I turned to glare at him, but the heat in his gaze stole whatever scathing remark I’d been about to say. I had no answer for him.

Chris leaned back in his chair, looking far too pleased with himself. Meanwhile, I tried to calm the frantic pounding of my heart, my fingers fidgeting with the edge of my dress as the bride and groom moved further away. I could still feel the lingering heat from his touch, a reminder of just how close we’d come to being caught.

“I can’t believe you did that.” I muttered, keeping my voice low so no one nearby could overhear.

His grin only widened. “You say that like it’s a bad thing.”

“It is a bad thing.” I snapped, though my tone lacked any real bite. “We could’ve been caught, Chris!”

He shrugged, utterly unfazed. “We weren’t. Besides, you handled it perfectly. I told you no one would notice, didn’t I?”

I glared at him, though it was hard to muster the energy when he looked so smug and unbothered. My cheeks flushed, and I looked away, unable to meet his gaze.

“You drive me insane.” I said under my breath, shaking my head.

Chris chuckled softly, his chain bracelet catching the light as he reached out to brush a stray strand of hair from my face. “I could say the same about you.” he said, his tone softer now, though no less teasing.

I glanced around the room, hoping the noise and movement of the other guests would distract me from the way his words made my heart race. But even with the music and laughter and clinking glasses, all I could focus on was him, the way he was looking at me, like he could see right through every defense I’d tried to build.

“You’re too calm about this.” I said, my voice quiet but accusing.

He raised an eyebrow, his lips curling upwards. “And you’re too worked up. Relax. No one’s going to pull you aside and ask what we were up to.”

I huffed, the sound more flustered than I’d intended. “You don’t know that.”

“I do, actually.” he said, leaning back in his chair again, his arm resting over mine. “And you want to know why?”

I didn’t answer, though the question hung heavy between us.

“Because you look just as stunning now as you did when we walked in.” he said, his tone more serious now. “No one’s paying attention to anything else.”

The compliment caught me off guard, and I felt my cheeks heat again. “You-”

“You’re blushing.” he grinned, clearly pleased with himself.

I let out a frustrated sigh, though the corners of my mouth twitched into a shy smile. Chris was impossible, but he was also undeniably charming in a way that made it hard to stay annoyed at him for too long.

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