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geekedbabydoll · 2 days ago

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Drip Sweat ⋆˚☆˖° M. Sturniolo

“What are you picking up, sweetheart?”

⟢ sloppy make out session, licking, sweaty and heated sex, nipple sucking. feral!matt, bigdick!matt, beard!matt. dawg idk what else, just play dj to this shit.

divider cred @bernardsbendystraws

Usually, you’d be pissed—your beat-up Bronco loved giving you hell. But today, you didn’t mind one bit.

From inside the garage, you watched as your neighbor, Matt, worked on the truck. The sun poured down on him, catching the sweat glistening on his skin. His brows were drawn in focus, lips set tight as his grease-streaked hands moved with practiced ease beneath the hood.

He was attractive—more than that, really. The kind of attractive that made heads turn. Girls in the neighborhood, even some of the moms, couldn’t help but fawn over him. There was just something about Matt that made people want to drop everything for a second glance—or more.

But he had a soft spot for you. That usual stern, no-nonsense expression of his? It melted into a teasing smirk the moment he laid eyes on you. Flirtatious, cocky, and impossible to resist. And you absolutely loved it.

You hum to yourself as you slip back inside the house, the blast of cool air from the AC wrapping around you like a blessing. After the sweltering heat outside, it’s pure bliss against your flushed skin. You head to the kitchen, already picturing two icy glasses of pink lemonade—refreshing, sweet, and just what you both need.

Grabbing the drinks, you make your way back out. The garage door rumbles shut behind you, catching Matt’s attention. He looks up from under the hood, eyes locking on you. That crooked smirk appears instantly, the one that always makes your stomach do a little flip.

You raise a brow, offering him a glass.

“Thirsty?”

He takes it from your hand, fingers brushing against yours—deliberate or not, you're not sure. You lift your own glass for a sip, but a bit of the cool, sticky lemonade escapes the corner of your mouth, trailing slowly down your chin and along the curve of your throat and eventually down the valley of your breasts.

Matt clears his throat, eyes fixed on you as he lifts his drink. He takes a long sip, but doesn’t look away, watching you from over the rim of his glass with that same heat simmering just beneath the surface.

“So, what’s going on with Betty?” you ask, your voice soft with worry. “Is it finally time for me to give her up?”

Your eyes linger on the old Bronco—baby blue and beat to hell, but still the car of your dreams. You’ve had her for years. The thought of letting her go stings more than you'd like to admit.

Matt, long since used to the name you gave her, lets out a low chuckle. He steps back into the garage, setting his glass down on the workbench.

“She’s got some fight left in her,” he says, wiping his hands on a rag. “Battery’s dead, oil’s a mess—but that’s all. You get those swapped out, she’ll be good as new.”

Your shoulders sag a little with relief… until reality hits.

“A new battery?” you groan. “Matt, I can barely afford groceries right now.”

He lifts a hand, like he’s calming a spooked horse. “Hey, hey—relax, sweetheart. I know some guys who might have one lying around. Used, but solid. Won’t cost you much.”

You narrow your eyes, half-suspicious. “But it’ll still cost me.”

He leans back against the workbench with a cocky tilt of his head. “Well, yeah. Nothing’s free in life. But I’m sure we could work something out.”

His eyes gleam with mischief, and the implication hangs in the air between you—thick.

You cross your arms, one brow lifting as you level him with a look. Matt’s eyes flick downward for a split second—just enough to catch the way his gaze lingers—before snapping back up to meet yours.

“What exactly are you putting down, Matthew?”

A slow grin tugs at the corners of his mouth, the kind that makes your breath hitch just a little.

“What are you picking up, sweetheart?”

His voice is low, teasing, laced with something heavier underneath. You hold his gaze, inching closer to him until you're standing chest to chest.

"So?" Matt teases, his fingers twitching to grab at you, waiting for you to give the ok. You say nothing as you begin to walk backwards, your palm slamming down on the garage button, the sheet of metal starting to close.

Matt's movements are swift, his figure darting across the garage and pressing you against the cement wall, his lips immediately attaching themselves to yours. Your arms wrap around his shoulders, his fingers clenching at the exposed skin of your waist.

Teeth were clashing, wet noises being heard as spit was swapped. You could feel the hairs of his beard tickling at your chin, a moan escaping your mouth as you imagine the way it would feel between your legs- but that would come later, you needed to feel him now, all of him.

He pulls away from the heated session, his lips mouthing at your jaw and neck, tasting your salty skin. Your nimble fingers work at the belt holding up your shorts, unbuckling with ease before unbuttoning them and yanking them down. You immediately get to work on removing his tank top, his own hands returning the favor, and removing yours.

As the heated and lustful makeout session proceeds, he wraps his arms around you, caging you in against his chest and unhooking your bra. He groans out, feeling the swell of your breast press against his naked chest. He was already salivating, the thought of his cock being shoved deep inside of you too much to handle, but he couldnt wait to have part of you in his mouth as well.

He slaps your thigh swiftly, hiking one of your legs up on his waist, a clear indication of what he wants to do. He keeps a firm grasp on you as you jump, wrapping your other leg around his waist.

He pulls back from the kiss once again to look down at what he's doing, his hand firmly grasping his cock and lining it up with your soaked entrance. He rubs his tip between your folds, letting out a quiet "fuck" before swiftly stuffing himself inside.

He moans out at the feeling, his teeth digging into his bottom lip as his eyes roll back. You do the same, completely ignoring the pain in the back of your head from the cement wall.

He readjusted his grip on you, his forehead falling against your shoulder as he slowly pulled out, before fully shoving himself back in. Right off the bat his pace is brutal, the tip of his dick already finding the special spot deep inside of you.

You could feel him splitting you open, a slight burning feeling making its way through your body as he stuffs you completely full. Your nails dig into the back of his shoulder, bright red marks showing up as you leave scratches against his milky skin.

"O-oh- Matt- Fuck!" The words you attempted to say come out strangled, the air being completely knocked out of your lungs. He pulls away from your shoulder, his eyes holding intense contact with your bouncing breast. He leans down and captures your nipple in his mouth, closing his eyes and humming out at the taste of your salty, sweet skin.

Your hands run through his hair, whimpering out and pushing his face deeper into your chest as he lightly nibbles on the sensitive skin. He pulls away with a wet pop, licking a fat and wide stripe from your breast and all the way up to your neck before stopping at your ear, making sure to moan lowly.

"Feel so fuckin' good sweetheart - shiitt- you love this, don't you?"

You moan in response, the noise turning into a gasp as he swiftly moves you both towards a random TV stand in your garage, slamming you down and redoubling the efforts in his thrust. You let out a silent scream, your eyes rolling back as you try to slow down his movement, your hand lazily slapping at his stomach.

"Don't run from it, sweetheart-" He rasps out, yanking you closer and slamming his hips against yours harder. "You need that car battery, member' ?"

The garage begins to feel smothering, the smell of sex and the smultering heat being enough to make your head fuzzy. You could feel the knot in your stomach forming, the feeling you know all too well forming quickly.

He can feel your walls clamping down on him, his jaw dropping as he moans loudly, the neighbors surely being able to tell what's going on behind the garage door.

"C'mon baby, give it to me." He heaves, his hips beginning to stutter as his own orgasm approaches. His hand trails down from your thigh and towards your sopping wet cunt, his thumb swiping over the bundle of nevers underneath the hood of your clit.

Your back arches as you claw at his chest, your orgasm hitting you full throttle, your juices splashing out between you two. He groans at the sight and stalls deep inside of you, spilling his seed and claiming you as his.

The two of you stay in place, panting and heaving as you try to catch your breath. He bites his lip as he slowly pulls out of you, watching his seed spill out of your abused cunt and leaking onto the garage floor.

He notices the dazed look in your eye and gives a pant mixed with a chuckle, "You ok sweetheart?''

Your delirious nod makes him pat your thigh, pulling you up so you're sitting and letting you rest your head against his abdomen. His fingers smooth over your hair before gripping a few of the curly locks and tilting your head back.

"Go get cleaned up, I'll meet you in the shower."

Your body shivers at the thought of round two, you aren't sure if it's out of exhaustion or excitement, but you don't question it, simply standing up on shaky legs and making your way inside.

Matt pulls up his boxers and his jeans, leaving the belt unblocked but still zipping them up. He looks at the puddle of cum on the floor and snickers, shaking his head and walking towards the garage door. He hits the button, sunlight starting to filter in as the sheet of metal raises. He steps out onto your driveway, immediately coming face to face with a few of the neighborhood moms looking at him with wide eyes and parted mouths. He smirks and gives them a taunting wave, your bright pink thong in his grasp.

"Hello ladies, nice weather, yeah?"

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geekedbabydoll · 5 days ago

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prayed for times like dis

overseas, under you [part two]

pairing. chris sturniolo x reader

summary. after the incident, chris chooses the path of avoidance, and y/n can’t seem to get him to admit what’s wrong. but she can only handle so much silence before she breaks, and things don’t exactly go as expected when she confronts him about it.

warnings. hurt/comfort my all time fav genre <3 smut; mentions of a wet dream, blowjob, first time experiencing oral (fem!receiving), the occasional lovebite, a hint of overstimulation (fem!receiving) if you look at this fic through a magnifying glass. they’re so stupid in love it’s gross get this off my feed.

word count. 6.6k

author’s note. guys. it’s finally here. i’m sorry for going MIA, things have been very complicated in my personal life these past few months. i won’t get into it, just know i’m excited to be writing again <3 if you like chris content, consider sending in asks for prince!chris— i want to write more for him :) but lowkey also send matt asks because i’ve been neglecting him… lol.

masterlist | taglist | part one

y/n couldn’t help but notice the weird vibe chris was giving off.

it was like he couldn’t sit still— well, more so than usual. the second their alarm had sounded, he was rolling her off of him with a quick “sorry,” scrambling out of bed like every second counted to get ready for dinner. the girl didn’t even have a chance to properly open her eyes, let alone process the fact that she’d been draped atop her secret crush as they slept.

chris had made a beeline for the bathroom, shutting the door behind him with haste. y/n just sat up and rubbed her eyes, knowing he wouldn’t be long since he’d left his phone on the nightstand. she could use a minute to choose an outfit; something cute, but not her favorite— she couldn’t waste a perfect look on just dinner.

swinging her legs off the bed, she noted a discomfort between them, a slickness that had her underwear sticking to her in a less-than-comfortable fashion. suddenly, her dream started coming back to her, shocking images flooding her mind of her best friend kissing her, teasing her, feeling her… pleasing her. she’d fantasized about these things before, sure, but it never felt so real.

dragging a hand down her face, y/n stood, opening her suitcase to select an evening dress (and a new pair of underwear). she landed on a plain, silky slip with an exposed back— elegant, but by far one of her least complicated outfits. she’d dress it up with some jewelry and strappy heels, and a handbag large enough to fit only her phone and room key.

she’d just finished grabbing all of her shower products when chris came out of the bathroom, cheeks dusted with a rosy flush. he seemed a little less stir-crazy now, but y/n still clocked his skittish demeanor, how he barely made eye contact with her as he passed her. she sighed to herself, making the executive decision to worry about that once she was ready— she only had so much time to wash up and do her makeup, and she wasn’t prepared to lose any of it.

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dinner wasn’t any better. chris was still off, his typical silly comments at an all-time low. he spoke only when spoken to, and kept his answers short and to the point. he didn’t even make a face when the waiter told him they had coke products rather than pepsi, which was so out of character that y/n had to do a double take.

nick and matt dismissed it as a symptom of exhaustion, but y/n knew better. she could see the cogs turning in his head, the crease of his brow speaking for him as he forked distractedly at the food on his plate. something was definitely wrong, but she couldn’t imagine what might’ve altered his mood so drastically in the time they’d been napping, unless he’d had some kind of bad dream.

even then… chris was a talker. if he did have a nightmare, he’d be chatting her ear off about it, or at the very least, he would have mentioned it. it wasn’t that she was on the receiving end a cold shoulder, but there was a distance between them that brewed an unease in y/n’s stomach. the only time chris had actually taken a second to acknowledge her was when she’d stepped out of the bathroom to put on her shoes.

his eyes had locked onto her figure, stopping him in his tracks. if the she didn’t know any better, y/n could’ve sworn she caught his pupils dilating. under different circumstances, she’d be reeling about the moment, replaying it in her head like a broken record. but she couldn’t do that, because in an instant, chris had been back to bustling around the room to grab his wallet, keys, and phone.

“we’re probably gonna be wrapping up the photoshoot by ten,” matt’s voice snapped the girl back to reality from across the booth, “so feel free to get breakfast without us. or if you’d rather sleep in, we can all get brunch together.”

“knowing them, they’ll still be asleep when we get back,” nick chimed in through a mouthful of food.

y/n mustered a small giggle. “you should talk. you’d sleep eighteen hours straight if you could.”

“i’m pretty sure matt has.”

“shut up, nick, no i haven’t.”

“what do you think, chris?” y/n interjected before the argument could begin, nudging the boy next to her, “we sleep in and wait, or ditch these kids?”

“hm?” chris took a moment to mentally return to the table. “oh. uh, whatever you want, i’m cool.”

“so, if i said let’s wake up at seven and get an early start to the day, you’d be okay with that?” she teased, trying to get a rise out of him, anything.

“i’ll just wake up to your alarm,” he said plainly, “doesn’t matter when.” his tone wasn’t rude, wasn’t even dismissive, and somehow that made y/n even more concerned. chris was like a printer— when his brain was full, he would sort of rapid-fire his thoughts aloud, one unfinished concept after another. and right now, it was definitely cluttered, she could tell… but this silence and general indifference was uncharacteristic of him.

“okay,” she offered him a smile. “well, ’m just teasing, anyway. obviously i’d never subject either of us to an early morning.” the faintest quirk of the corner of chris’s mouth felt like a big victory, and y/n’s shoulders relaxed ever-so-slightly. shifting back to face the other triplets, she spoke definitively: “we’ll meet you in the lobby when you get back.”

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y/n was frustrated, bordering on upset.

she just wanted to know what was going on! had she done something to deserve this detached version of her best friend? the elevator ride up to their floor was painfully awkward, with nick and matt having exhausted all topics of discussion already, and y/n having given up on trying to get chris to talk to her.

she’d started by pitching activities they might want to do tomorrow: attend a luau, take advantage of the hotel’s complimentary surf lessons, even go snorkeling. when that didn’t work, she moved into dirty joke territory, equating her meal to the feeling of several spontaneous orgasms, but he didn’t offer her so much as a grin, almost flinching, even. finally, she tried enticing him with the promise of watching cars (surely his favorite film would win him over?), and after receiving an unenthusiastic response, she gave up altogether. she felt like a mother trying to convince her disinterested teenage child to open us about their interests, or something... and she didn’t care for it.

whatever. she was just going to get changed and sleep, and hopefully chris would be in a more lively mood in the morning. maybe what they both needed was an uninterrupted eight to ten hours.

y/n didn’t bother to hold the door for chris as she entered their shared room, spitefully letting it swing back at him. she snagged her pijamas off the foot of the bed and headed right into the bathroom, unconcerned with the possibility that chris might want to use it, too. her movements weren’t harsh or hurried— more so heavy, visibly tired, generally over it. her shoulders sagged, her temples started to ache. all she wanted was to wash her face, change into comfy clothes, and drink some complimentary tea from the minibar.

it was after the pair had finally gotten in bed that y/n snapped. a little known fact about chris and y/n was that they both preferred to sleep with some background noise playing— any familiar movie or tv show would do. but when their fingers met as they simultaneously reached for the remote between them, chris yanked his hand back like it’d been singed on hot coals. screw the benefit of the doubt, now she was just pissed off.

“chris, what the hell is your deal?” y/n blurted, turning so sharply to face him that she gave herself whiplash. the boy startled, his shoulders practically jumping out of his t-shirt at her sudden anger. taken aback, he hesitated, which only spurred her on. “i mean, seriously, did i do something to you? like, genuinely? because you’ve been walking around all night like somebody kicked your puppy. and i thought i could be the bigger person and just ignore it, but you’re acting like i have fucking cooties, like a fourth-grader. and you refuse to use your words, which is some more fucking fourth-grader bullshit—,”

“y/n—,”

“—and at first, i thought maybe you were just tired, because we both know you get grumpy when you’re tired, but i’ve literally never seen you be this quiet in my life—,”

“y/n, just—,”

“—and i’m sorry that they didn’t have any other rooms available, and i’m sorry that sharing one with me makes you so uncomfortable, but i honestly didn’t think that after years of friendship and sleepovers and cuddling that it would throw you off this much. but this is really freaking me out, so for the love of god, can you please just tell me what i did to deserve—,”

the kiss came so unexpectedly, y/n almost didn’t have a chance to process what was happening before chris pulled away, his face mere inches from hers. a hand snaked its way up her neck to support the back of her head as he leaned his forehead against hers, their breath mingling in the space between them.

“you,” he exhaled through a small smile, “talk so much, kid.”

but when he leaned back, chris wasn’t met with the stunned look he was expecting. the smirk on his lips faded instantly when instead, he saw her eyes welled with tears, insecurity and confusion swimming there. his demeanor changed on a dime to concerned, his hands reaching for her own, but stopping short on their way… he didn’t know if she wanted to be touched.

“hey,” chris whispered, ducking his head in a futile attempt to catch her eye. “y/n? i’m sorry, i shouldn’t’ve….”

he swallowed the frog in his throat at the sight of her arms wrapping themselves around her stomach protectively. fuck, he fucked up, didn’t he?

his voice was soft, encouraging when he spoke next. “y/n… look at me.” he had to ask once or twice more before she obliged, and he offered her an apologetic quirk of the corner of his mouth. “i should’ve asked first. ’m sorry. i just… couldn’t keep listening to you insisting you did something wrong.”

it took a couple moments for the right words to find her. then, shifting slightly on the mattress, she broke his heart.

“then why does it feel like you don’t want me around?”

she almost regretted her question from the way his features molded into an expression of anguish. this time, he didn’t stop himself from taking her hands in his, gently tugging her closer. the pads of his thumbs made quick work of smoothing over her skin.

“y/n,” he started bluntly, “i want you around every second of every day. i would literally crawl inside your skin if i could.”

relief flooded his system at the sound of her watery laugh. “that’s insane,” she mumbled, sniffling.

“’s true. you drive me crazy.”

y/n’s giggles died down quickly, and a tense silence fell over them. chris never let up on his ministrations, her hands heavy in his own. she watched the motion of his thumbs sweeping the backs of her hands for a moment before trying again.

“what happened tonight, chris? i mean, you practically ignore me for hours and hours, and then y-you kiss me when i yell at you for it? please, i…,” she looked up at him through her lashes, eyes wide and full of something he couldn’t quite decipher, “i want to understand.”

chris took a deep breath, squeezing her hands once before hesitantly beginning to explain what had happened mere hours earlier. he watched as the color drained from her face, pulling away from his touch in favor of throwing her head into her palms— he missed her warmth the instant it was gone.

y/n didn’t move a muscle when he finished speaking, hoping that any second now she would wake up from this cruel nightmare. mortified didn’t even begin to cover it— she felt sick to her stomach. chris, sympathetic as always, reached out, fingertips grazing her arm. his heart plummeted when she flinched at the feeling.

“y/n, ’s okay. you… y‘ weren’t the only one who was, uh… affected.”

y/n’s breath halted in her chest. waiting, processing, comprehending. she peeked over the wall of her fingers.

“what? you mean… you were…?”

bashfulness bloomed on his cheeks as he offered her a guilty smile. “why do you think i pushed you off so quick? almost didn’t make it to the bathroom.”

for someone with so many thoughts running through her head, so many questions to ask, y/n was speechless. chris had never struggled so hard to read her, and the quietude in the air furthered his anxiety more and more as the seconds passed. did he say the wrong thing? maybe this was too much information— the last thing he wanted was to scare her off.

no sudden movements. chris would do anything to escape the deafening silence, but he also knew that he had to let her speak first. it was her move, and she had him in check.

there were grey hairs on his head by the time y/n’s voice eventually tickled his ears.

“chris��,” she took a deep breath in, the fresh air replacing the stale. no going back now. “…have you wanted me as long as i’ve wanted you?”

checkmate.

chris’s eyes grew dark with lust. gentle but now sure hands found purchase on the soft of her waist, tugging the girl into his lap, their noses brushing from the newfound proximity. it took everything in her to meet his steady gaze and hold it.

“y/n,” calloused fingertips ghosted along her cheek, “i can’t remember a time when i didn’t want you.”

that was all she needed to hear before finally, finally closing the distance between them.

the kiss wasn’t hurried, but wasn’t hesitant either. it was deliberate, chalk-full of years‘ worth of unspoken feelings and uncrossed barriers and the relief of being on the same page for the first time in their lives. his hands were everywhere— her face, her waist, her thighs— fighting hard to remain respectful in their exploration of her body. they’d skim faintly beneath the hem of her shorts, her t-shirt, just barely so before retreating into safer territory.

y/n didn’t mind. she almost didn’t notice. she was blissfully distracted by the sensation of chris’s lips waltzing against hers. it was like she’d always imagined it, only hotter, breathier, like he’d rather die kissing her than come up for air .(the feeling was mutual.) her own hands clutched just below the neckline of his shirt, tugging him impossibly closer, bent elbows caged between them when his arms snaked their way around her frame. she reveled in the feeling of his biceps flexing against her, safe and secure in his embrace— nothing could hurt her here.

y/n was sure her face was turning blue when they eventually pulled away, chris taking her bottom lip between his teeth and tugging before letting go altogether. he was already smiling at her when she opened her eyes.

“hi,” she giggled sheepishly, cheeks warm under his gaze.

chris’s smile deepened, a content sigh escaping him as he admired her. “hi, baby,” he thumbed over her brow. “you okay?”

the girl nodded a response. “i’m perfect.”

he hummed in agreement. “you are.”

a beat passed, and y/n shifted under his heavy gaze, noticing a stiffness beneath her as she did. realization washed over her like cold shower, and she startled in his hold, attempting to back up off him a little.

“hey, what’re you…,” chris followed her eyeline to his lap. “oh.” he offered her an apologetic smile, arms loosening to give her space to move if she was uncomfortable. “’m sorry, i didn’t even realize. guess you just have that effect on me. we can stop, if you want.”

the speed with which y/n responded shocked even herself.

“what if i helped this time?”

chris was rarely ever rendered speechless, but something about the way she was looking up at him so innocently, lips swollen from his kisses, stole the air clean out of his lungs. the silence was enough to get y/n in her head again.

“i don’t have to, or anything, i just….”

chris shook the dumbfounded look off his face, pulling her in again.

“no, god—, i would… i would love that, seriously.” his large hands settled on her thighs— not squeezing, not rubbing, just resting. “but i don’t want you to feel like you have to do anything. ’m perfectly happy takin‘ care of it myself.”

the sincere expression etched on his face, the crease in his brow made something melt behind y/n’s ribs.

“i know, chris,” she tilted her head a degree to the right, smoothing her clammy palms down on his shoulders, trying to find an outlet for the abundance of (nervous? excited?) energy buzzing in her body. “you’ve always been a perfect gentleman, even when we were kids. sometimes too much for your own good.”

she caught his confused gaze, and used her grip on his shoulders to pull him in, planting a quick kiss to his cheek, then to the corner of his mouth, before leaning back again.

“but i’m offering, so… if you want, then i wanna help.”

chris studied her for a moment, searching for any signs of a bluff. but no dice— this was real. like, actually happening to him. his best friend, the love of his life. how did he get so lucky?

“okay, baby. could you hand me that pillow?”

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y/n shifted her weight, trying to situate in a way that wouldn’t leave her with sore knees for the rest of her vacation. she especially wouldn’t want to find bruises there, considering half her dresses fell to the mid-thigh— she put too much effort into those outfits just to jeopardize them now!

“y’good down there, angel?” chris asked. “comfortable?” she smiled at his concern, ultimately deciding she wanted another pillow to kneel on, which he happily and hastily provided for her.

soon they were all set— y/n perched between chris’s legs as he manspreaded off the side of the bed. he was clad in only his underwear now, having discarded his pants moments ago, and her eyes found themselves fixed on the bulge a mere foot away from her. she was anxious, no doubt, but more than that, she was excited. her greatest fantasy was coming true. not just to sleep with, but to have. someone who wanted her the way she wanted him, as much as she wanted him.

the girl was yanked from her thoughts at the feeling of fingertips kissing her cheeks and settling behind her jaw, steady hands caressing her face as if she were made of porcelain. his thumbs traced over her cheekbones once, twice, hooded eyes admiring her own before pulling her up ever-so-slightly to meet him as he leaned down.

his mouth sponged against her nose, her lips, and finally her forehead, against which he whispered, “still okay?” she nodded, and he rubbed his thumbs along her skin again, pulling back. “gotta hear you say it, baby.”

y/n told him she was just fine, great, even, and chris didn’t think he’d ever loved her more than in this exact moment. at first, he scolded himself at the thought— of course he’d feel that way right when she was about to give him head. typical man.

but then y/n gasped, startling him for a fraction of a second as she reached a hand up toward his face.

“hold still, honey… you have an eyelash.”

before closing his eyes at the proximity, chris was able to catch the look of concentration in the deep set of her brow, the tip of her tongue peeking out the corner of her mouth as she attempted to pick the fallen lash up, and his heart just sort of… stopped.

she was so genuine, effortlessly beautiful in every aspect. her warmth rivaled that of the sun, her eyes shone brighter than the north star, and chris just knew— he knew his affection for her was far deeper than any sexual attraction. he’d turn celibate in a heartbeat if she asked.

“make a wish.”

chris knew what he wanted.

y/n giggled at the tickling sensation of his breath blowing the lash away, looking up at him with an expression that had him questioning if he was dreaming. her hands trailed up his thighs, sending a shiver through him. “what’d you wish for?”

“won’t come true if i tell you.”

“so lame,” she pouted, dipping her fingers into the waistband of his boxer-briefs. “can i?”

chris shot her an incredulous look, rolling his eyes playfully as he lifted his hips. there was a sudden tension in the air as he was freed from the confines of the material, which he was scared would turn into an awkward silence, before he was promptly reminded that this was y/n he was dealing with.

“that is so not all fitting in my mouth, chris.”

her deadpan reaction had him reeling so hard his ribs protested and cursed him.

“get outta here,” he managed to say between fits of laughter, wiping his eyes with the backs of his palms.

“i would, but i’ve got work to do.” and with that, she took him in her hand, ending chris’s chortling with a sharp hiss. her thumb swiped over his stiff tip, collecting the leakage there, and her lips quirked proudly at the sight of him gripping the edge of the mattress.

“oh, fuck,” he exhaled, lashes fluttering as he closed his eyes. she repeated the motion a few more times, reveling in the power she held. it was fun to tease him…. chris was always in charge, even in the most innocent of ways. he opened doors for her, paid for meals, even checked up on her on nights out to see if she needed help getting home (it’s a wonder she didn’t notice his interest in her sooner)— just once, she wanted to be the one in control.

quite suddenly, chris felt an unmistakable warmth and wetness envelop the head of his cock. it sent a jolt through him— lightning through his nervous system— his eyes flying back open, meeting her own. she was giving him the most beautiful puppy-dog stare he’d ever seen, and he had to glance away for fear of cumming way too soon.

she kept at it for a minute, eventually popping off to lick a long stripe from the base to the tip. his groans from above woke a few butterflies in her belly she didn’t know were sleeping, motivating her. she took the tip in her mouth again, swirling her tongue, before starting to sink lower.

chris’s hands shot to the back of her head on instinct, and it took most of his already waning willpower not to push down. instead, he rested his palms flat behind her ears, massaging her scalp occasionally. y/n could tell he was trying to be gentle, but his grip tightened with each new centimeter she took.

“y/n,” chris said breathlessly, “angel. ’s perfect, don’t— don’t stop.”

she wasn’t going to stop. she hollowed her cheeks, earning another low moan from him. her tongue explored as much of him as it could reach, and when that wasn’t enough to satiate her, she went deeper, feeling him hit the back of her throat.

y/n felt herself begin to gag just a bit. chris noticed too, of course he did, his now-scratchy voice still as soothing as ever.

“y’got it, y/n. breathe through your nose for me. there you go.” his right hand smoothed over the back of her head reassuringly, the opposite thumb wiping away a tear she didn’t realize had fallen. “doin‘ so good.”

unfortunately, y/n was only human, and humans need oxygen to live. she pulled off him slowly, torturously, watching his eyes— which were hooded with lust, desperation, and something else she couldn’t quite place— drink in the sight of her already fucked-out face. she coughed.

“all right?” he asked.

shutting her eyes, she said, “yeah, sorry— just need a second.” her hands rested on his knees as she caught her breath, swallowing hard. a few moments passed (chris thumbing at her earlobe endearingly) before she opened them again, and there he was, staring down at her with blown pupils and a heave in his chest.

“please, baby.”

her thighs clenched, and y/n wasted no time getting back to work. it took her a minute to work up the nerve to try going all the way down again, but a particularly low groan from chris had her confidence shooting sky high. she pulled off, a string of saliva connecting her lips to his tip, which she kissed away. then she was sliding down his length again— she could feel him twitch in her mouth, and she’d be lying if she said she wasn’t a little embarrassed at the way her hips bucked at the sensation.

she shuffled closer for a better angle, making it all the way down without gagging, taking chris’s advice and breathing through her nose.

“holy f-fuck, i— y/n, ’m gonna… gonna cum soon, baby,” chris tried to warn. he gently tapped her cheek, as if to say ‘pull off,’ but y/n wasn’t having it. she reached up to carefully squeeze his balls, a sort of final touch— she’d heard from her friends that guys really liked that, even if she found it rather awkward to do— and it worked. in no time, chris was canting his hips upward, shooting a heavy load down y/n’s throat, groaning and cursing and biting his lip so hard he might’ve drawn blood. but his hands remained gentle on her head.

nobody spoke as they caught their breath. the space around them was thick with the air from their lungs; not enough to fill the room, but definitely enough to fog up the inside of their private little bubble. her cheek laid against his thigh, eyes closed and arm hooked around his shin for comfort— his, too.

after some time (maybe a minute, maybe more), chris broke the silence.

“you’re unreal, y/n.”

she giggled. “i try.”

a few seconds passed as he studied her face with hooded eyes, breathing heavy. there were so many things he wanted to say, so many plans taking shape in his head, but for now he’d keep those to himself. all in good time.

“all right,” he got up, patting the middle of the bed as he held out a hand, helping her up, “your turn.”

y/n froze. “what?”

“’m returning the favor. y‘ didn’t think i was gonna leave you high and dry, did you?”

the smirk on his face began to fall when she didn’t answer him, her feet seemingly rooted to the floor. she opened her mouth as if to speak, closing it a second later.

“what is it, angel?” his tone was warm, encouraging, but she heard the concern seeping through.

she toed at the carpet, dropping her head to avoid eye contact. it was a stupid thing to have to admit, a little embarrassing, even. “nothing, really. it’s just…,” she sighed, picking at a hangnail anxiously, “um, i’ve just never… received before.” the girl winced at how juvenile the words sounded out loud.

the crease wasted no time forming in chris’s brow. “wait, you’re saying no one’s ever eaten you out?”

if chris hadn’t sounded so genuinely confused in his question, y/n would’ve thought he was teasing her. she just shook her head.

scratching his jaw in thought, he said, “we don’t have to do anything if it makes you uncomfortable, baby. you wanna stop? order some dessert?” he snuck a brief glance at the clock on the desk. “or we could just sleep. whatever makes you happy, ’s all i want.”

but the thought of stopping had her stomach churning.

“no, no… i want to, promise.” she toyed with the hem of her top. “i’m just a bit nervous, is all.”

“how about this, then,” he laid his warm palms on her hips, pulling her carefully closer and landing a kiss on her cheek, “you try it with me, and if you hate it, we stop. and i’ll find another, equally enjoyable way to get you off.”

she couldn’t stifle the laugh in her throat. “chris—!”

“or if you hate that idea too, then we can just snuggle,” he nuzzled his face into her neck, earning him a loud shriek followed by some more giggles.

“as tempting as the snuggles sound, why don’t we save them for after?”

chris pulled back, smiling. “you sure, baby? was jus‘ teasing you before, i really don’t mind.”

“no, i wanna try. i just hope your mouth is good for more than all that yapping.”

“don’t hate, you know you love the sound of my voice.”

“just shut up and get to work, chris.”

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despite their silly banter, y/n was still anxious. chris had been so patient when undressing her, telling her how beautiful she was, kissing the new exposed skin softly, instructing her multiple times to say the word if she felt uncomfortable, that he wouldn’t be upset if she wanted to stop— and all of that definitely helped her to relax.

but this was still uncharted territory for her, and she wanted nothing more than for it to go well. she wasn’t even sure how someone in her position could mess it up, but she figured she’d somehow find a way.

y/n felt the tapping on her temple before hearing his voice. “you okay up there?”

she nodded, lowering her gaze. “yeah, sorry. just… thinking.”

one corner of the boy’s mouth twitched up mischievously.

“don’t worry, baby,” he brought his face in close, stopping just when he felt his lips brush against her own. “i’ll make that stop.”

it took chris seconds to assume his place at the altar— head stuffed between y/n’s soft thighs, nipping at the skin there just to feel her jolt and tense beneath his touch. he was busy smoothing over one of the marks he’d just left when she whined.

“chris, please, i can’t wait any—,”

her words were replaced by a sharp gasp, fingers hurriedly collecting the bedding beneath her for some semblance of support. the first few licks were long and slow, almost transitional. chris figured it’d be best not to dive in all at once; a slow introduction, like acclimating to a cold pool.

his big hands were planted on each of her knees, holding her legs open as he worked, eyes closed as he drank in her taste, her scent. a deep groan escaped him, and he felt y/n clench around nothing at the sensation.

she was addicting. this was heaven, he thought, and her noises were the sounds of the angels‘ choir. he could do this forever.

y/n was also in heaven. it had only taken moments for the anxiety to slip away in favor of overwhelming pleasure. the girl wasn’t sure what to do with her hands, letting them roam across the sheets, pillows, her own skin, before eventually settling in chris’s hair; hesitantly at first— she didn’t want to hurt him, after all. but there had been a particularly sharp nip to her clit, her fingers tightened of their own accord, and the noise that sounded from chris had her abandoning all concern about his pain whatsoever.

“god, you’re delicious,” he marveled, briefly surfacing for air, pupils blown behind hooded lids. “could eat this pussy for hours.”

“chris,” y/n half laughed, half whined. she could feel the warmth migrating up her chest to her cheeks.

“’m serious, ma. would do this every day if you’d let me.”

y/n smiled, head falling back against the pillow with a soft thud, grateful for the opportunity to catch her own breath. her fingers busied themselves, massaging gently into his scalp and twisting the occasional lock between them. she’d figured chris would jump back in any second now, and just as she was about to peek through her lashes to see what the hold up was, she felt his grip snaking around her thighs, gently repositioning her.

“chris, what—,”

“shh,” he whispered, placing her legs up onto his shoulders and sliding his arms under her thighs to rest his hands on her hips. “trust me, baby,” he planted a kiss on the crest of her mound for emphasis, “you’ll like this.”

swallowing hard in anticipation, y/n nodded. the sensation of his fingertips drawing soothing shapes into her soft skin was a welcome distraction from the newfound nerves coiling in her belly.

with a final glance up at his beautiful girl, chris dove back in headfirst. this time, the fervor with which he operated had her digging her heels into his back, arching her own off the mattress, damp with her sweat. chris’s greedy tongue, accompanied by his nose nudging her clit just right, had her seeing stars.

“chris, oh my—!” her hips bucked up on their own accord, his strong hands pushing them back down into the bed. y/n whined, writhing at the feeling of the tip of his tongue dipping into her entrance.

“i got you, baby,” he promised, face still stuffed between her thighs. the vibration of his own moan had her jaw dropping, and her body struggling to decide if it wanted to retreat or push harder into him.

chris decided for her, yanking her closer as he began to focus solely on her clit. the lewd sounds of his sucking and her sobbing filled the room, and y/n honestly wouldn’t be shocked if nick and matt heard them all the way down the hall.

she opened her eyes again, drunk on the image of her best friend devouring her. her eyes studied his toned figure, all smooth skin and shoulder muscles contracting as he worked. just then, she zeroed in on one particular detail— small, but enough to hatch more butterflies within her. chris’s own hips were rutting into the comforter, slowly but at a steady pace, as if chasing his own high.

he was getting off to this.

something sparked in y/n’s head, lighting a fuse that traveled all the way down to her aching core. the idea that chris was eating her out not only for her pleasure, but his too was enough to have her right on the edge, muscles tensing, hands reaching blindly for his own.

chris (ever the attentive lover) caught on, securing her shaky hands, returning her vice grip with a gentle one. thumbs brushed along her knuckles carefully, a stark contrast to the growing intensity of his mouth on her center.

“can feel you getting close, angel,” he mused. “gonna cum for me?”

the only thing y/n could do was nod frantically, words altogether failing her. “can i?” she managed after a few tries, “can i, please? please, can i cum?”

chris’s brow furrowed. “’course, you can. don’t have to ask, baby.”

his green light was all she needed. in seconds, she was squirming in his steady hold, warmth blooming from her core and up through her limbs. chris didn’t let up, still lapping away as she convulsed beneath him. it was like he couldn’t get enough, and one too many licks had her whining and begging him to ease up.

“sorry, angel,” he kissed the tops of her thighs, her navel, the space between her breasts, and finally, her lips, “couldn’t help myself. ’s just so good.”

y/n offered him a weak smile in response, and he’d be lying if he said he didn’t feel a surge of pride in his chest at the sight of her rendered speechless and spent at his hand (or rather, his tongue). but he did need her to focus, just for a minute.

“hey,” he started softly, “y/n. look at me, okay?” she listened, and the combination of her heavy breathing and puppy-dog eyes almost had him scooping her up into his arms— but there would be time for that in a minute.

“i know you’re tired, but we gotta get you cleaned up. you feeling like a shower? want me to run you a bath? hm?” he smoothed his hand along her face, taking her chin between his thumb and forefinger and angling her gently to meet his gaze. she shook her head.

“wanna cuddle…,” she pouted.

something fluttered in his chest. “we will, baby. just let me take care of you first, all right? i’m gonna be right back, just stay here and try not to fall asleep on me.”

he didn’t wait for a reply before heading swiftly to the bathroom and returning with a warm washcloth, carefully wiping up the mess he made between her legs. she winced at the feeling, earning and apology from the boy.

“all done now,” he whispered, settling next to her in the bed and pulling her into him. he stroked her arm in reassuring motions, laying a soft kiss to her forehead. she nestled into the crook of his neck, sighing softly.

a few moments passed in comfortable silence. then, “thank you, chris. i just… i want you to know….”

it didn’t matter that she couldn’t get the words out, chris understood. he always understood her.

“i know, baby. me too.”

“yeah?”

“yeah.”

they smiled at each other. y/n shifted, and felt something stiff against her leg. a small gasp escaped her.

“chris, you’re— you’re still….”

“hm? oh.” he looked down at his still-hard length, poking through his boxers. “don’t worry about it. it’ll go down.” he smirked. “eventually.”

“are you sure you don’t want to, um… take care of it?”

chris was tempted to tease her for her shy demeanor, but ultimately opted against it. he’d have plenty of time to do that now. “just wanna hold you. is that okay?”

y/n nodded. “yeah, that’s okay.”

for a few long moments, his arms were like boa constrictors around her, as if he was afraid to let go— like she might slip through his hold if he closed his eyes too long. y/n didn’t mind. she was safe with chris; nothing could hurt her here.

they were both on the brink of sleep when y/n spoke for the final time that night, something that had been on her mind.

“chris?” she whispered, earning a small hum in response, “you really aren’t gonna tell me what you wished for earlier?”

he didn’t open his eyes, just placed his hand over hers on his chest, squeezing lightly.

“don’t worry ’bout it, angel,” he said. “’s already coming true.”

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