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shy!reader gets stuck in her own head and struggles to finish while having sex with fratboy!chris—he's not too fond of that.

you've been straddling chris for almost fifteen minutes, his cock stretching your tender walls and filling your guts—a position so rare to happen that you're shocked he even allowed it to happen.

your hips rock in a unsteady rhythm, clammy palms pressed to his chest for balance as he throbs inside of you, stroking all the sensitive spots deep within yet you struggle to reach that specific spot that makes you come undone so quickly.

it does feel good, and the pleasure builds gradually, tightening that familiar knot in your tummy—but it's not enough, you're struggling to surrender yourself to the overwhelming sensations that zap up your spine.

sweat beads across your brow from exertion, and a pained whimper leaves your lips as your sensitive inner muscles flutter around him. the sound catches chris' attention, and his brow furrows in annoyance as he watches you struggle through hazy, bloodshot eyes.

"the fuck's goin' on?" he drawls, his grip tightening on your hips to halt your movements.

"i can't... can't... s'not working," you mewl through pants, trying to move your hips to get that friction back, but he keeps a firm hold on your body. "it feels good but i.. i don't know what i'm doing wrong..."

"what?" he's glaring at you this time, and the embarrassment along with a tinge of disappointment creeps in, making your face feel hot as you tear your gaze away from his shyly. "you—you can't cum? are you fuckin'—"

"m'trying—i'm really trying!" you cry out desperately, absolutely mortified now that you're unable to do something so simple. "i promise i'm trying..."

chris huffs, his annoyance and frustration clear as his tongue presses against the inside of his cheek, continuing to glare up at you.

"you're the one who begged to sit on my dick," he mutters with a scoff. "guess you can't handle what you fuckin' asked for."

when he releases your hips, you almost certain he's about to demand you to get off of him—to leave you high and dry. it panics you, and you tighten yourself around him, knees pressing into his sides and cunt clamping down on his cock to prevent yourself from moving.

he hisses at that, "fuck—easy, kid. shit."

his hands find your hips once again, and you relax a little, a quiet moan bubbling at the back of your throat as he surprisingly guides you into a new rhythm, the wet, squelchy sounds filling the room.

"ride me like this, yeah? nice 'n slow. focus on takin' me. squeeze your lil' pussy around me," he speaks, demonstrating the motion himself as he sets a steady and unhurried pace, lazily pushing his hips up into yours. "'n for fuck sake, stop overthinkin' it."

you nod your head slowly, teeth gnawing down on your plush bottom lip as you obediently follow chris' instructions, focusing on each thrust as you sink down onto his cock and roll your hips.

your inner muscles ripple around him, responding to the newfound pleasure, and throughout the steady movements, your breathing begins to grow heavier. a sheen of sweat glistens across your skin, and your nipples harden into stiff pebbles, your hands loosening against his chest as the tension in your body begins to ease up.

"like this...?" you ask quietly, voice shaky with effort as you glance down at him. "am i doing okay?"

chris grunts in response, his fingers digging into the meaty skin of your hips as he guides you. "yeah... jus' keep goin'."

you continue to move, the coil within you wounding tighter and tighter, threatening to snap at any moment. you're struggling to hold yourself up now, overwhelmed by the intense sensations swirling around in your tummy, and you slump forward, breasts flush against chris' chest as you land on him.

chris splutters as some of your hair brushes against his lips, shaking his head and using his fingers to get rid of the locks before curling his hand around the back of your neck to keep you still, bucking his hips upward to drive his cock into your gushing cunt.

you freeze above him, your body taunt and face contorting in a mix of pleasure and anguish as his hips slam against your sensitive clit. the tears stream down your cheeks as you teeter on the edge of your climax, your fingernails digging into his biceps as you hold him tightly.

with a choked sob, your body finally gives in—pussy clamping down around chris like a vice, pulsating as your orgasm crashes over you heavily, trembling and shivering above him as liquid gushes out of your well-fucked hole.

chris curses under his breath, tightening his arms around you as he thrusts up once more, burying himself to the hilt as hot spurts of cum fills your insides, coating his own cock and spilling out onto his thighs.

"fuck... get off me," chris grunts, his hands pushing at your body and you slide off him, collapsing beside him on the bed spent.

you're panting heavily, vision blurry as you watch him lift himself up on his elbows, his gaze dropping down to his cock, staring at the sticky mess on his softening cock that's smearing against his thigh.

"maybe you should stick to gettin' fucked instead of tryin' to ride me," chris mutters, a smirk creeping onto his lips as he turns his head, eyeing his cum leaking from your pussy before his gaze darts up to meet yours. "'cos lets be real, kid. you're not built for this shit."

divider credits. @issysh3ll

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fratboy!chris uses shy!readers tummy to sort out his edibles and package them, but when one thing leads to another...

based off this ask.

you're lying still as you possibly can, your body pliant beneath chris' touch as your gaze stays fixed on his hands, watching as he sorts the colourful edible gummies scattered across your tummy, acting like some sort of human countertop.

one by one, he groups them by colour—reds with reds, greens with greens, oranges with oranges, and so forth—before carefully sealing them into small plastic bags only for him to start the process all over again.

earlier, you had been far too energetic for chris to deal with; something about today just put a spring in your step, leaving you happy and buzzing as you bounced around the room—feet thumping against the floor and words tumbling from your lips in an endless stream until chris snapped, forcing you to remain still and quiet in promise of a treat later.

it worked.

you had laid down and stilled instantly.

those sweet, strawberry-flavoured lollipops that you love so much—the ones that he refuses to tell you where he gets them from—was enough to keep you obedient for the time being, but now, you're beginning to get a little fussy.

"stay," he warns you as you shift slightly, causing a few gummies to roll out of place. you let out a huff, but his eyes snap to yours, narrowing. "watch it."

"i don't want to do this anymore," you murmur, your lips pushing into a pout, yet despite your words, you don't actually move—apart from your eyes which flit back down to the gummies scattered across your tummy. "what flavour are the red ones?"

"raspberry." he answers flatly, not looking up from his task.

"why not strawberry?"

"'cos they're raspberry."

you pause for a moment before asking another, "what flavour are the green ones?"

"watermelon." he says, not missing a beat.

"why not apple? greens are usually—"

"bun." he hisses at you through clenched teeth, glaring at you.

the warning in his voice makes you press your lips together into a tight line, silencing yourself on instinct. you're left in the quietness of the room again, the only sound heard is the faint rustling of the bags that chris fills and moves to the side.

you can feel yourself getting antsy again, and before long, you're lightly wiggling your foot and toes, trying to shake off that stuck, heaving feeling of staying still for so long.

chris doesn't speak, but he notices, and he shuffles forward, his waist pressing down against your foot to pin it in place. the weight is firm, and it stops you immediately, but the pout on your face deepens—your brows knitting together as you peer down at him again.

the question slips out before you even realise it, "what flavour are the yellow ones?"

"lemon." his tone is flat again, like the answer should've been completely obvious, but you don't take the hint of the annoyance in his tone.

"do you think they make banana ones?"

"probably."

"i like bananas."

"i know."

for a moment, you're quiet again, now staring up at the ceiling. usually, you're fine with quietness, you didn't mind it every now and then. but for whatever reason, this time you didn't like it—it was strange.

was it because he was doing something, admittingly so, intimate? of course he wouldn't see it that way, he never will. to you it felt intimate—having to lay here, completely still, letting him use a part of your body to 'help' him do something.

well, it wasn't exactly to 'help' him—you were just irritating him with your energy, he wanted you to calm down. it should make you a little upset, but the thought of the treat he promised to give you after all this is completed makes you feel a lot better, a smile finding its way across your face.

however, the smile falters when you feel something wet and warm graze across your tummy, and your attention shoots down, the muscles in your core tensing as you watch chris mouth at the leftover gummies—his tongue flicking across your skin in his path.

"w-what are you—"

"shh." he interrupts you, hovering over another gummy before taking it into his mouth, his warm breath causing goosebumps to rise.

you squirm beneath him, your own breathing quickening as his lips brush against your navel, using his tongue to lick at a stray gummy resting over your belly button—chewing it slowly as he makes his way further down.

without warning, as usual, chris shoves his face between your thighs, his nose pressing against your underwear and you gasp, a strangled noise following as his tongue darts out, licking a slow path along the already damp fabric of your panties.

your hands fidget at your sides, fingers twisting in the bedsheets, your broken whimpers filling the room as he hooks his fingers beneath the band, pulling your soaked panties—all thanks to his tongue—to the side to expose your puffy pussy to the cool air, causing you to shiver.

he dives in, mouth attaching to your slick folds, tongue working its familiar magic over your clit, his arms curling around your thighs to keep you still for him to feast. your hips jerk involuntarily, uncontrollably noises seeping past your lips as your head falls back.

you're lost in the sensation already, tummy sucking in with large gasps of air, your spine arching off the bed as your toes curl in your socks—thighs trembling beneath his hold as you squirm again, unable to control the movement of your body as his tongue dips in and out of you, slurping you up so loudly that you throw your arm over your face to cover it.

"don't hide from me, bun," he speaks against your pussy, the vibrations making a whimper fall from your lips. "y'know i don't like that shit. watch me."

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r we on sturn tumblr or in ww3 i can’t tell

[mattyssluttt]

sub!virgin!matt x neighbor!reader

𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊 content warning: smut, use of vibrator (on matt), oral(m!receiving), edging, begging, mommy kink

𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊 summary: you bring home a new sex toy to try on matt while your mom is out of town

dividers by @/anitalenia

Me & U

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"It's crazy how I've seen your dick, but you've never even seen the inside of my house," you smirked back at Matt as he stepped through your front door for the first time. He let out a shy giggle in response. Your mom was out of town, and you were dying to show Matt the newest sex toy you'd gotten in stock at work.

He trailed behind you, his eyes glossing over the layout of your home. He scanned the family photos on your walls, the tacky 'live, laugh, love' sign your mom had hung over the dining room table, and the collection of wine bottles on display.

He followed you from the kitchen to your living room, separated by only an archway. He noted the funky color scheme, the silly built-in furniture, and the seafoam green shag rug that made him think your house hadn't been renovated since the 70s.

You looked back with a warm smile on your face as you grabbed his hand. You trotted up your carpeted staircase, leading him to your bedroom. It was rather messy, the opposite of Matt's. There were piles of clothes decorating the floor, little trinkets cluttering your dresser, and vintage posters on the wall, advertising iconic concerts that had happened - Jimi Hendrix. 1969. Madison Square Garden. $5.

Matt liked the stark differences between your personality and his. He knew you were the type of girl to help get him out of his shell, and he knew that he was the type of boy to bring some organization into your life.

His eyes wandered towards the intimidating-looking purple toy on your bed. It was still in its original packaging. "Wow, that's big," he commented, wide-eyed.

"You wanna try it?" You asked him, plopping down on your messy sheets and ripping open the package with reckless abandon. His eyes grew even wider.

"Uh, isn't that a girl sex toy?" He naively asked.

"I mean, it's marketed that way, but that doesn't mean I couldn't use it on you," you responded in a charming voice.

"I don't think it'll fit," he said in a worried tone.

"You're hilarious. It's not for internal use. It's a vibrator," you smiled at him, turning on the purple wand for a second to show him before shutting it back off.

"Men can use vibrators?" He asked, sounding a bit more relieved.

"They can. Here, let me show you," you responded, taking his hand and pulling him onto the bed. "Lay back for me," you whispered, pushing him against your headboard. His jaw fell slack as you undid the button on his jeans and gently tugged on the zipper.

Matt hesitantly lifted his hips as you pulled his pants down to his mid-thigh, followed by his underwear. Your pupils dilated as you set his cock free from the restrictive fabric. It wasn't surprising at all to you that Matt was already hard. Your eyes danced across his pink mushroom-shaped tip, the veins that traveled up his shaft, and his well-trimmed public hair.

"So sensitive," you whispered, running the point of your finger through the precum pooling at his tip. He let out another sweet little whimper while he wrinkled his nose and his forehead, slamming his eyes shut. "You're gonna love this," you raised an eye brow at him and turned the vibrating wand on.

He immediately gripped the blanket beneath him as you teased him with it, gently running it up and down his shaft. "Mmm. How's that?" You cooed to the boy beneath you as you rested the toy against his pretty, pink tip.

"I like that," he sighed, his whole body tensing up at the powerful sensation. His cockhead grew to a brighter shade of pink and swelled as more clear fluid leaked from his slit.

You gave him a devilish grin before leaning down and slurping it up for him. His jaw dropped, and a sweet moan escaped his parted lips as he involuntarily lifted his hips. He looked down at you with his dreamy, blue eyes.

"You like when I use my mouth on it?" You cooed, closing the distance again between his needy tip and your plump lips. He slowly nodded. Your eager tongue darted out, flickering over his sensitive nerve-endings and sending an electric feeling through his body.

The vibrations were so strong, you could feel them with your mouth as you gently suckled on his tip, stimulating the back of his swollen head. "Mommy," he cried out, "you're gonna make me cum."

He was already at the edge, ready to submit to the fall. You pulled off of him with a pop, running the wand along the underside of his cock and watching it twitch.

"No, sweetheart. Not yet," you denied him, giving him a malicious but still playful smile. His expression was one of immense pleasure mixed with agony as he held on for dear life.

You rested the vibrator directly against his tip again, admiring how shiny it looked coated in his arousal and your saliva. "Good boy. Just a little bit longer," you whispered, looking into his eyes as you dragged the vibrating toy up and down along the underside of his length.

You made his cockhead disappear behind your lips again, his knuckles beginning to lose color as he gripped the sheets, a testament to how well you used your mouth and your toy. No matter how desperate he became, you didn't let up.

"It's so hard to hold on, mommy," he mewled, his voice getting more shrill by the second. His eyes started rolling back, he dropped his head until it gently fell against the headboard, and his legs began to shake. "Please, please, please," he begged over and over like a puppy whining for food.

"Almost there. Good boy. You're doing such an amazing job for me," you cooed at him, soaking your underwear as you watched him reach his breaking point. You wrapped your lips back around his perfectly shaped head and pressed your tongue up against his slit.

"Mommy, can I please cum now?" He pathetically whimpered, dropping his gaze to you between his legs. You nodded, giving him the permission he craved. He finally let go.

He reached for your head, gently running his fingers through your hair, just barely too shy to pull you down further onto his cock.

His climax was powerful, sweeping him up in its current and carrying him to the finish line. He let out the prettiest sounds as he sprayed his sticky, warm fluid into your mouth. Your tongue pressed flat up against his slit created an almost sprinkler-like effect, and the pressure from it intensified his pleasure.

He writhed beneath you, flooding your tastebuds with his flavor.

You peered up into his beautiful, bedroom eyes that stared back at you. His expression was contorted by the incredible bliss he felt, his lips in an "o" shape and his eyebrows pinched together.

You shut off the toy and slurpled up the remaining liquid that pooled at his tip, and you generously licked up the bits that had escaped your mouth and began dripping down his shaft. He blushed, wiping a drop of sweat that had started to run down his forehead.

"Where did you learn to do that?" Matt curiously asked as he tried to catch his breath.

"A lot of practice," you smirked at him, releasing his cock from your grip. There was something about your experience that turned Matt on even more. He continued to stare down at you with his fucked out expression, his lips curling into a smile.

"How much practice?" He asked you.

"Enough to know what I'm doing," you teased, avoiding giving him a direct answer.

He pulled up his jeans, doing up the zipper and the button, his chest heaving and his cheeks pink and flush from the powerful orgasm you'd just given him. "Well, no more practicing with other guys who aren't me," he said with a jealous inflection in his voice.

"Of course not, Matt. I'm all yours," you whispered as you crawled onto his lap and straddled him, pulling him in for a deep kiss.

[mattyssluttt]

Hiii could you do a Chris version of the fic where reader does the trend of not saying ily back and he starts crying after she leaves?

title: love you back

word count: 1717

matt’s version is here!

Your boyfriend Chris was lying next to you on the bed, his arms wrapped around your waist and pulled up against your chest. You wrapped your arms around him to pull him even impossibly closer, your head resting comfortably on his chest. You took in a deep breath to take in his intoxicating scent, a satisfied hum leaving your lips. You loved laying here with him, cuddling him, and being close to him at all times. It was nice that Chris was also clingy with you, so the relationship wasn’t one sided.

“Do you have to go film a car video with your brothers, baby? Do they really need you there?” You whined out, your bottom lip jutting out into a small pout.

He looked down at you, his ocean blue eyes filled with sadness, his fingers moving up and down your lower back in a slow, comforting motion. “I know, baby. I wish I could skip out on this one. Luckily, it’s just a car video and nothing too crazy. You gonna be good when I’m gone?”

He flashed you a small smirk after he spoke, wiggling his eyebrows at you playfully. His hand moved underneath your shirt from behind to begin running his fingers against your bare skin causing a soft shudder to run down your spine at the sensation. “You know I will. I’m buried in homework, literally.”

The homework that you have been neglecting has been piled up next to you on the bed. At this point, you both were probably laying on the papers, but you didn’t care at this very moment. You wanted to spend as much time with Chris as possible.

Just when you thought you had more time together, Chris’ phone rang with Nick’s name displayed on the screen. Chris groaned in frustration, pulling away from you to immediately answer it. “Hello?” Pause. “Yes?” Another pause. He looks at you, mouthing Nick’s name as if you didn’t already see his name pop up on the screen. “Okay, be there in 10. Bye.” Chris sighed hard as he set his phone down next to him, pulling his legs around to sit on the edge of the bed, his hands moving into his hair. “I’m sorry I gotta leave, ma.”

You immediately shake your head and move your body over to sit next to him on the edge of the bed, placing your hand onto his thigh and giving it a gentle squeeze. “It’s okay, baby. I’ll be here when you get here back. Give us, and me, some good content, okay?”

Chris looked at you with a widening grin on his face, a soft chuckle emitting from his lips. “That I can do.” He leaned in to press a soft kiss to your lips. “Okay, baby, I’m gonna go before they cut off my head, or my dick. Maybe both. I’ll pick up some takeout on the way home.”

“My man.” You say simply, and proudly as you lean forward to press a soft kiss to his cheek, your lips lingering there for a moment before pulling away. “Now go before they really cut off your head and your dick. You need those, and honestly, so do I.” You flash him a small smirk before allowing a soft giggle to emit from your lips.

Chris lets out a soft chuckle and nods his head, getting up from the bed and grabs his phone, slipping it into his pocket. He leans down to place his index finger underneath your chin to tilt your head up, your eyes locking together in a brief moment before he presses his lips back against yours sweetly. You kiss him back softly, smiling against his lips before allowing him to pull away and he walked over to the doorway before turning to look back at you. “Alright, ma. I’ll be back before you know it. I love you.”

After you hear him say I love you, you debate if you should pull the little prank on him that you saw earlier when you took a break from your homework. It was a video of the girlfriend not saying I love you back to the boyfriend and he genuinely got so confused about it. It wasn’t like you to not say it back, and you already knew Chris would notice it right away, but he’s messed with you before, why not get him back?

“Have a good time filming, baby!” Was all you said back, flashing him a small, innocent smile as you stared up at him.

Your eyes stayed locked onto his face the entire time as you noticed his facial expression changed. He went from smiling, to suddenly he was confused. His eyebrow arched up in a confused motion, looking down at you. “Ma, I said I love you. Did you hear me?”

You nodded your head at his words, biting gently onto your bottom lip as you looked at him. You felt bad, but you wanted to play along with the little joke to see what would happen. Chris was always full of jokes and even pulled some pranks on you and always fell from them, but you never really pulled anything on him before. You get most of your material from TikTok and you doubt that Chris has seen anyone do this to their significant other before. “I said have a good time filming.” Was all you replied back with.

He immediately walked back over to the bed and sat down next to you on the bed. He grabbed your hand in his, giving your hand a gentle squeeze. His face filled with worry, concern, sadness. It made your heart ache immediately seeing him like this and you knew you couldn’t play around much longer if he was going to be this upset about it. You never wanted to upset him, ever. “Baby, what’s wrong? I said I love you and you didn’t say it back, did I do something wrong?”

“No!” You immediately said, shaking your head and squeezing his hands back. “You didn’t do anything wrong at all.”

“I feel like I did. It’s not like you to not say I love you back, especially not when one of us are leaving to go somewhere.” Sadness filled his voice, his thumb running across the back of your palm, which usually relaxes you, but you felt the guilt inside of you eating you alive as you tried to keep up with the silly little prank.

“You didn’t do anything wrong at all, baby. I promise.” You squeezed his hand tightly, scooting closer to him as you kept your eyes solely focused on him.

“But you didn’t..say.. do you love me?” He looked at you with tears welling up in his eyes and that’s when you knew you couldn’t play around anymore. You didn’t like to see Chris upset. It wasn’t often when he showed his emotions like this, but he wasn’t afraid to show them which meant that he was genuine and true about his emotions and didn’t care who saw him cry, even if it made him feel vulnerable.

You nod your head immediately, your heart aching as you notice a tear had fallen down Chris’ cheek. You used your free hand to lean over to wipe it away, feeling like you were on the brink of tears yourself. “Baby, I was kidding. Of course I love you. I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to make you sad.” You squeezed his hand tightly, playing with the ring on his finger. “So, I saw a video of a couple not saying I love you back to the other and thought it would be silly to do to you. I didn’t mean to upset you. It was supposed to be funny.”

Chris looked at you the entire time as you spoke, his eyebrow furrowed up in a confused manner, pressing his lips together in a firm line before opening his mouth up to speak, “Is this you getting me back from the silly little pranks I pulled on you like when I told you that the store didn’t have your favorite lipstick when in reality I forgot the name of it and didn’t wanna ask you without looking suspicious?”

You rolled your eyes as he reminded you of the story from part of your Christmas gift last year. Typical Chris to not just ask you, or someone else and instead just not get it because he didn’t want to get the wrong thing. He meant well, and made up for it, but still. “I guess it is.” You shrugged your shoulders nonchalantly, a soft giggle leaving your lips.

His body seemed to relax, the tension in the room had faded and his cheeks were slightly blotchy from crying, but his blue eyes were bright and full of warmth and happiness, rather than the sadness that had filed them minutes prior. “What am I gonna do with you, hm?” He smirked at you as he licked over his lips, pulling his free hand over to grip your chin with his fingers with a bit of force, causing a soft gasp to emit from your lips. “You gonna make it up to me, my little jokester?”

You loved when he was a little rough with you, especially when you knew the reasons behind it. “And just how would I do that that, baby?”

He grinned at your question, keeping his grip on your chin so your eyes can lock together in an intense gaze, his voice teasing, filling with need and desire. “When I get home, you’re all mine. No homework, no videos, no distractions. You’re mine and you’re going to make it up to me. The only thing I want to hear come out of that pretty mouth tonight is how much you love me, and how I make you feel. Understood?”

You nodded your head slowly, a soft whimper leaving your lips at the tone of his voice and the feeling of his grip against your chin. His hot and heavy breath lingered against your lips; your heart was beating rapidly in your chest from the anticipation between the two of you. Your core felt hot from the excitement filling throughout your veins.

“Understood, baby.”

Tonight couldn’t get here fast enough.

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[mattyssluttt]

can you do a fic where reader plays the “not saying i love you back” trend on matt but she doesn’t give up easily and “leaves” without saying it. when she comes back in 10 mins later he’s crying so she reassures him

love your work btw xx

title: love you back

word count: 1314

“Okay baby, I’m gonna hop in the shower.” You say to your boyfriend, Matt as you stare down at him laying on the bed with his phone in his hands.

He pulls his gaze away from his phone and sets it down next to him on the bed immediately, looking up at you with a widening grin. “I hope your shower is good, sweetheart. I love you.”

Due to the stress you’ve been enduring due to all of the schoolwork thrown on you, you had procrastinated earlier and were watching videos on an endless loop that lasted longer than it should have. One of the videos that you happened to watch was a prank video of a couple where the girlfriend doesn’t say I love you back to her significant other and it leaves him utterly confused and taken aback since it wasn’t something he was used to. You wondered how Matt would respond in this type of situation, especially since Matt always expressed his feelings and told you  he loved you any and every chance he could get. 

Even though you weren’t sure how he would react, you decided to mess with him anyway.  “Thank you, I’ll be out soon!”  Was all you said back to him, the same smile staying present on your lips. 

Matt looked back up at you, his eyebrow raising up at you curiously before he furrowed it in confusion. He immediately noticed you didn’t say it back and waited a couple seconds before replying back to you. “I said I love you.” 

You could tell that he was confused and taken aback by the fact that you hadn’t said I love you back to him. You felt bad messing with him, but it was all in good fun and you didn’t ever mean to cause any harm or to upset him in any way. “I said I’ll be out soon, baby.” You tried to keep a straight face, but you could tell that Matt was getting confused and his cheeks reddened, signaling he was getting rather flustered and wasn’t sure what to say.

He opened up his mouth to speak, but no words came out and instead pressed his lips together in a firm line. He placed his phone on the nightstand next to your shared bed, his back resting against the pillows behind him. “I said I love you.” He spoke again, sadness filling his voice.

You leaned forward to press a soft and gentle kiss to his forehead, your eyes closing for a moment as you whispered softly, “I’ll be out soon.” 

You felt bad and couldn’t even look at him again when you turned your back to walk into the bathroom and closed the door. In the videos you’ve seen of this kind of thing happening, the guy usually gets really confused and sad and wonders why she isn’t saying it back. You thought it was kind of silly, but thought it would be interesting to see Matt’s reaction and if he noticed you wouldn’t be saying it back. He noticed almost immediately, considering it was very unlike you to not say it back.

Your chest ached just by thinking of him laying there in bed, feeling confused and saddened by the fact that you hadn’t told him you loved him. You weren’t sure how long you were in the bathroom as you got your things ready to take your shower. You placed your palms on the sink and stared at yourself in the mirror, blowing a raspberry between your lips as you took in a deep breath. You couldn’t leave Matt out there feeling like this. It wasn’t intentional, and you didn’t want to upset him in any way at all.

You made your way out of the bathroom and back into your shared bedroom with Matt. He was sitting on the edge of the bed with his hands covered his face, his elbows propped up on his knees. The sight made you heart break into a million pieces.

“Baby..” A soft, devastating sigh left your lips as you immediately walked over to him and wiggled your way in between his thighs. You grabbed his hands from his face and placed them in yours, intertwining your fingers together. You looked down at him to notice his eyes were red and his cheeks were slightly blotchy. The sight made you want to cry. You didn’t mean to make him cry, or upset him in any way. 

He bit down onto his bottom lip, squeezing your hands in his, a shaky sigh leaving his lips. “I started to worry a bit and let my emotions get the best of me. I’m sorry.” 

Seeing him like this wasn’t something you ever wanted, and you didn’t like it at all. You shook your head at his apology, using one of your hands to place your index finger underneath his chin so that your eyes can stay locked in a serious, deep gaze. “You don’t have to apologize. Baby, it was just a joke. I saw a video on TikTok of a couple doing this and I thought it would be funny, but it wasn’t and I don’t want you to be upset or think it was your fault at all.” 

His lips formed into a pout as he looked up at you, moving his hands away from yours only to place onto your waist and giving your hips a gentle squeeze. “It’s okay, sweetheart. I just kind of panicked thinking maybe you didn’t love me anymore.”

You immediately shook your head at his words, moving your arms to wrap around his shoulders and your fingers traveling up into his tousled hair while gently rubbing your fingers through it. He always loved when you did this, it relaxed him almost immediately. He let out a content sigh at the feeling, his body relaxing. “Trust me, that would never happen. I love you more every single day and my feelings are not going to fade at all. I’m so sorry, baby.” You pouted as you looked down at him with apologetic eyes, your facial features softening the more you stared at him and the adoration in his gaze.

His hands traveled underneath your shirt, running his fingertips across your bare skin and sending a shiver down your spine at the feeling of his fingers against your smooth skin. He moved his thumbs to rub against your hip bones, a soft hum emitting from your lips. His lips curved up into a slight smirk, his eyes brightening every second as he pulled you closer to his chest. “Think you can make it up to me, sweetheart?”

You raised an eyebrow at him curiously, a soft giggle emitting from your lips as you looked down at him, your fingers continuing to run throughout his messy locks. “Hm, how can I do that, baby?”

“I think you know. Let’s just say the only things I want to hear you say when I’m done with you is how much you love me and how good I made you feel.” 

Matt’s words sent a shiver down your spine, his fingers moving away from underneath your shirt and towards your ass as he squeezes it though the fabric of your shorts and pulling you even impossibly closer to him as you stay wedged between his thighs.

“I’m yours, baby. You can do whatever you want to me.” You spoke with an innocent tone, your cheeks turning a bright shade of red, another shudder running down your spine at the feeling of his hands against you. 

He flashed you a small smirk, licking over his lips as he hands continued to squeeze your ass cheeks, his hands kneading it fully and causing a soft moan to fall from your already desperate lips. 

“Lay down on the bed for me, sweetheart. It’s going to be a long night.”

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──── INTRODUCING ⋮ nerd!matt & bold!reader

nerd!matt can’t get enough of the way bold!reader manages to make him feel, helping him forget about the situation they were in.

contains. eating pussy, protected sex

you laid in his bed, head sunk into the pillow as he worked down your body. leaving a trail of kisses from your neck to the waistband of your underwear, lips skimming over the skin between your bra — the one he'd insisted you keep on.

you knew how he got, completely worked up when you were fully naked — causing him to lose it at an embarrassingly quick pace. 

but he wanted to pleasure you first and ignore the raging boner in his pants. you watched with hazy eyes as he kissed the inside of your thighs — desperately nipping and sucking at your plump skin. 

it wasn't long before your underwear was being tugged down, thrown to the floor as he settles between your legs — breath hot on your bare cunt. as he begins to press soft kisses to your slit your gaze only intensifies, fingers tangling into his hair in an attempt to pull his face closer.

“don't… watch me like that.” he murmurs, face growing hot at the way you were staring — completely throwing him off. you let out a small huff, finding it almost endearing.

“please.” he groans, desperate to taste you without having to be watched. you let out a small sigh, closing your eyes like you always did — knowing it was worth it to feel the way he'd go down on you so well, pleasuring you like no other guy had. 

and he did, frowning in concentration as he runs his tongue over you — eliciting a small whimper from your throat. then all of a sudden he's like a different person, no longer shy as he's devouring you — his tongue swirling over your clit perfectly as his hands grip around your thighs.

“f-fuck…” you moan, hips shifting forward as your hand reaches down to tug at his hair — head tilting back further into the pillow as your mouth hangs open. he groans against you, his body surging at the sound of you moaning for him like that — feeling a bead of precum soak into his boxers. 

“taste so good.” he groans into you, tongue swiping over your hole in an attempt to taste more of you as you got wetter and wetter for him. 

as his pace quickened, licking and sucking your needy pussy more meticulously — you opened your eyes, looking down at him. nothing but concentration on his face as his eyes fell shut, focussed on making you feel good as he drew out more sounds from your throat. 

but as you watch him, mouth agape at the feeling of his tongue — he could sense your gaze. his eyes snapped open to meet yours, cheeks turning a crimson red in an instant as he pulls away slightly — hiding his face against your thigh.

“sorry, sorry.” you mumble, already shutting your eyes and letting your head fall back on the pillow. as he breathes against your thigh you begin tugging at his hair to bring him back to where you needed him.

“you promised.” he sighs, sitting up a little as he brings his hand down — fingers running over your folds as he speaks. “i didn't promise anything.” you huff, smiling to yourself as your eyes remain shut. 

“y’know what i mean.” he murmurs quietly before he's back, eating you out like he had all the confidence in the world. “mghh, shit matt–” you gasp, holding your bottom lip between your teeth as you find yourself desperately grinding against his mouth — wanting more despite how much he was already giving you. 

even with your eyes closed you can feel his head moving around as he buries himself deeper, fingers gently threading through his hair to ground yourself. 

“m’close.” you whine out, feeling the rush through your body, stemming from your core. he hums against you, nodding ever so slightly as he continues to make you feel good.

but you're shaking your head, pulling him off as you feel the band in your stomach begin to tighten. “wanna- mgh.” his tongue flicks over your clit before he's pulling away, breathing heavily as you try to speak.

“wanna cum on your dick.” you breathe out, eyes finally opening to stare up at the ceiling as you calm your body down. he lets out a lewd groan at your words, head dropping as he feels his dick pulse out another bead of pre cum just from what you said. 

he truthfully found it embarrassing how easily you could do that to him, just saying a certain thing for him to be a puddle under your gaze — threatening to cum then and there. 

“fuck– mkay.” he takes a small breath, nodding his head as he shifts to sit on the edge of the bed — unbuttoning his trousers to slip them off.

his head turns back to look at you, almost salivating at the sight of your finger rubbing slow circles on your clit as you wait for him. it doesn't help his cock from throbbing more, the tip bordering a deep red as he tugs his boxers down — not wanting you to see the mess he'd already made in them from just eating you out. 

you sit up in the bed, opening his top drawer to find a condom as he throws his underwear to the floor — wiping away the pre cum from his slit. 

“c’mere.” you murmur, hand reaching up to smooth over his arm. he turns round, one hand cupping his dick ever so slightly out of instinct. 

he's finally calmed down enough to stop his dick from practically pulsing between his legs, until he catches sight of your naked body — your bra now off as you sit there completely nude. 

he swallows a little as he settles between your legs, all words caught in his throat no matter how many times he sees you like this, always making him nervous. 

“you're so– oh god.” he groans, cutting himself off as he feels your hand wrap around his dick — all composure going out of the window as his body runs hot at the feeling. you smile to yourself as his body collapses above you, hands gripping onto the sheets as he puts all his weight on them. 

“i'm so what?” you tease, feeling every pulse through his veins only making him impossibly harder. “so– nghh. so hot.” he grits out, face just as hot as his body at the intense pleasure you were giving him from such little touch. 

as your hand finally lets go, a small breath escapes his lips, body shivering at the way his cock was throbbing for more. “you're needy.” you coo, opening the packet to slip the condom onto his dick — loving the way he got so flustered over the fact. 

“m’not needy, just… turned on.” he trails off, watching you slip the thin latex over him — hand shifting on the bed as he hovers over you. you nod in agreement despite what you actually think, bringing his hips closer as his tip nudges against your entrance. 

“we both know you are.” you whisper, looking up into his eyes as he edges into you, struggling to hold the eye contact as your tight cunt sucks him in deeper. 

“you're so needy.” you taunt, words getting caught in your throat as he stretches you out — his own eyes fixing on the way you're taking him rather than the look you're giving him.

“c’mon, admit it.” you tease, in the hopes of driving him crazy as he finds himself already struggling above you. “the way you eat my pussy so good, so–”

“f-fuck, please shut up.” he grunts, neck turning red with embarrassment as he sinks his head into your shoulder — unable to look at any part of you without cumming on the spot. 

you have a sly smirk on your face as he shuts it down, rutting his hips against yours as you feel his hot breath on your neck.

“you don't like the way i praise you?” you taunt further, hands coming up to rest on his shoulders as the words catch in your throat — the feeling of his dick hitting all the right spots hard to ignore. 

“jesus christ.” he groans, nestling his face further into the crook of your neck as your words send his mind spinning — dizzy with need, and more praise. “j-just stop.”

you want to tease him further, watch him blush — but the way he's grinding his dick deep into your cunt leaves you speechless. nothing but breathy moans leaving your lips as your fingers dig into his back. 

“you fuck me so good.” you grit out, wrapping your legs around his waist for him to go deeper — your bodies melding together as he does everything in his power to not let it all go. holding on by a thread as he focuses on pleasuring you, his hand coming up to paw at your boob — thumb running over your hardened nipple. 

“you’re so fuckin’ hot, so– nghh.” he feels your walls pulse around him, squeezing his dick so tight. all he can do is continue to rut into you, every whimper and moan coming from you making his stomach twist with desire.

you completely consume him, nothing but the thought of you and what he's doing to you in his mind. this desperate need to make you feel as good as you make him feel clouding his head as he angles his dick up — the tip hitting your sweet spot.

“oh fuck matt, f-fuck.” you're blabbering, toes curling as your back arches off the bed with a need to be closer to him. to keep him right here, perfectly tending to the ache within you.

“gonna cum, please–” you whisper, eyes shut tight as you feel the coil in your stomach tighten — your body growing hot as you let the feeling take over.

you don't know it, but he's a mess above you. balls tightened as he feels your warm walls around his dick, squeezing so perfecting and he slips further in, and then back out. he's sweaty and hot, and he can feel his dick pulsing. but all he wants is for you to cum first, to feel it himself. 

“oh, shit.” you shriek, everything crashing down so quickly as you grip onto him — your pussy practically pulling him in further as you cum.

he can't take it, your moans, your heat, the way your legs are shaking — it's all too much for him. “holy fuck– gonna… mghh fuuck.” he groans.

then his body’s collapsing further onto yours, hots spurts of his cum filling the condom as he lazily fucks into you — kissing down your neck in an attempt to savour everything he was feeling right now. 

you're in a state of bliss, only opening your eyes when he finally gains some consciousness — his body unsticking from yours as he sits up a little. his eyes lowering down to where you’re still connected, hand holding the base of his cock as he slowly drags it out. 

“shit.” he hisses, pulling back from you to tug the condom off. “fuck that was good.” you sigh out, lazily reaching across the bed for your underwear. 

he's hardly listening, still catching his breath as he runs his hand through his wet hair — using his foot to retrieve his boxers. 

then you hear the front door open and close, matt turning to look at you as he puts his boxers on. “good timing.” you hum, hooking your bra back on before scooting off the bed.

he sighs a little, shaking his head at your joking tone before he’s watching you get changed. stupidly feeling his cock stir at the sight of you in just your underwear. 

“y’know–” he clears his throat a little as you turn to look at him. “you should probably tell her we’re y’know…”

“fucking?” you finish, raising your eyebrows a little as you slip your top over your head. “well, yeah… that.” he murmurs, now scavenging the floor with his eyes for a pair of pajamas to put on — in the hopes of hiding the humiliating boner he was getting. 

you move over to his mirror, fixing your hair and clothes. “i don’t think your sister would want to know that her best friend is fucking her older brother.” you point out teasingly, completely veering away from the point he was trying to make. 

he rolls his eyes a little as he pulls the trousers on, shaking his head at your response. “i just think she should know.” he murmurs out almost timidly as he settles back onto his bed.

“do you wanna tell her?” you question, raising your eyebrows at the idea. he lets out a small scoff at that — not at all enthralled with the idea of having to explain that to her. 

“so should i tell her?” you suggest, moving closer to where he was sat on the bed. “want me to tell her how much of a good boy you are f’me?” you tease, hands resting on his thighs as you bend down to be at eye level with him.

“fuck.” he whispers, eyes boring up into yours as he feels his cock press up against his boxers. but then he's snapping out of it, shaking his head as he stammers. “n-no i don't want you to… no.” he sighs out, hating the way you pull back with a sly grin on your face. 

“i'll see you tomorrow then.” you hum, collecting your bag before leaving his room. he's left feeling whiplashed, his mind wanting to argue with you whilst his dick twitches at the thought. but deep down he knew there was no chance in hell his sister could ever find out about this. ever.

©sturnsrecords

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MIDDLE PART MATT RETURNS 🫡

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Uhmm..WHERE TF IS THE VIDEI

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IMAGINE OH MYYY THE SMILE AND EVERYTHING AHHH

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𝑺𝒂𝒚 𝑰𝒕 𝑨𝒈𝒂𝒊𝒏 1 | 𝑪.𝑺

Chris Sturniolo! x f!reader

WARNINGS : part one of three, lots of dirty talk and degradation, fingering with rings, grinding on his thigh, choking, semi-public, nearly caught, usage of slut,

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IN WHICH.. You meet Chris Sturniolo at a meet-and-greet, where a seemingly innocent interaction quickly turns into something more backstage. Later that evening, you post about the experience on your Tumblr blog, never expecting that Chris would find it.

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word count : 6k ♡

00 : Behind the Velvet Rope

The moment you’ve been waiting for, dreamed about, counted to, has finally arrived.

Those words echo through your head, but they do nothing to calm the anticipation curling tight in your chest. The feeling is overwhelming, almost suffocating, as you stand amongst the crowd, your eyes scanning the room, your heart hammering harder with each passing second.

As much as it feels like a fever dream to be here, to be seconds away from meeting the Sturniolo's, the sight of their names and their faces plastered everywhere remind you just how real this truly is.

Pictures of them are scattered across the venue, some candid, some posed, their names bolded in dark black ink, all so familiar that it almost feels unreal to be surrounded by them like this.

You’ve seen these faces a thousand times before, in their videos, in edits you’ve replayed more times than you can admit.

But never like this, never with the knowledge that just beyond the crowd, just past the last few people in line, they’re actually here; about to meet you.

Every so often, you catch glimpses between the shifting bodies of your peers, an all too familiar hand running through hair, a quick turn of a head, the flash of a grin. It makes your stomach flip, a rush of nerves tightening in your chest as the distance between you and them continues to shrink. You tug at the hem of your shirt, shifting on your feet, the denim of your jeans stiff against your legs, grounding you as anticipation builds.

The line stretches ahead, absolutely packed with fans, voices bubbling with excitement, nervous laughter breaking through the hum of conversation. Their energy mirrors your own, their wide smiles, restless hands, the jittery edge of absolute shock laced with their every movement.

And then suddenly, it’s your turn.

Your breath catches in your throat as you step forward, your legs unsteady beneath you. Every second leading up to this moment had felt like a blur, but now, time slows to an unbearable crawl.

Christopher Sturniolo is right there.

Sitting at the table, arms resting lazily against it, he glances up at you, and for the first time tonight, your mind goes completely blank.

Chris looks even better in person, somehow sharper and softer all at once. His dark hair is tousled, the strands falling perfectly into place and his blue eyes are piercing under the bright venue lights, playful yet sharp as they lock onto yours, like he’s already figured you out before you’ve even spoken.

He’s wearing a hoodie, the fabric bunched slightly at his elbows, exposing his forearms as he lazily rests them on the table. His fingers tap idly against the surface, the few rings on his fingers catching the light with every slow movement.

Beside him, Matt is just as relaxed, leaning back slightly in his chair, arms crossed over his chest, his lips curved into an easy smile as he chats with the fan in front of him. Nick, on the other hand, is laughing at something someone said, his eyes shining and his smile wide.

There’s something about the way he’s sitting, about the way they all are sitting—it's relaxed, confident, like they are all completely at ease despite the constant buzz of excitement around him.

The silver chain around his neck glints as he shifts slightly, and the scent of his cologne lingers in the air between you—clean, warm, something undeniably him.

His lips twitch up into that familiar, teasing smirk, like he already knows the effect he has on you, like he’s waiting to see just how flustered you’ll get.

“Yo, what’s up?” His voice is smooth, casual, like this is just any other conversation, like he’s not the one you’ve been waiting to meet for months, like he's not the one you write about, dream about.

He leans forward slightly, resting his forearms on the table, fingers idly drumming against the surface. “You doin’ good? You look kinda—” He pauses, tilting his head, eyes scanning your face before a knowing grin spreads across his lips. “Nervous as hell.”

Your stomach flips, heat creeping up your neck as you let out a shaky laugh. “I mean… yeah, kinda.”

He huffs out a quiet chuckle, shaking his head. “Nah, you’re good. We’re just guys, y’know? No need to be nervous.” He gestures between himself and his brothers. “Well, except maybe around Matt. He’s kinda weird.”

“Dude, what?” Matt scoffs from beside him, shooting Chris an offended glare, but Chris just laughs, his eyes flicking back to you.

“So, what’s your name?” he asks, his fingers lazily spinning the Sharpie in his hand.

You tell him, and he repeats it back, testing it out, letting it roll off his tongue.

“Yeah, that’s a cool name.” He grins, then nods toward your phone still clutched tightly in your hand. “You wanna take a picture or somethin’?”

You nod quickly, almost too eagerly, and Chris chuckles at your reaction, shaking his head as he reaches out for your phone. His fingers brush against yours as he takes it from you, and the contact is brief, but it’s enough to drive you wild.

“Alright, c’mere,” he says, shifting slightly in his seat to make space for you.

Your heart pounds as you step closer, slipping into the small space between him and Nick, Matt at your other side.

Chris slings an arm around your shoulders like it’s the most natural thing in the world, his grip easy, warm, familiar despite the fact that you’ve never met before. The scent of his cologne lingers stronger now, mixing with the faint hint of whatever detergent clings to his hoodie.

Matt leans in on the other side, grinning as Nick holds up the phone to snap the picture. “Alright, say something dumb,” Nick teases, hovering his thumb over the button.

Chris hums like he’s actually thinking about it before, at the last second, he rolls his eyes, “Matt’s ugly.”

The camera clicks right as Matt shoves him, nearly knocking you into Chris’ chest as everyone bursts into laughter.

“Dude, you’re literally an idiot,” Matt groans, shaking his head, but there’s a grin tugging at his lips.

You can’t even process what just happened, can’t believe how easy this all feels, how comfortable they all are. Chris is still laughing, arm still draped over you, and when he looks down, catching the dazed smile on your face, his grin seems to shift to almost a smirk.

“You good?” he teases, voice low enough that only you can hear it. His fingers squeeze your shoulder lightly before he drops his arm, wiping his hand on his jeans before turning back to the table as he reaches for a poster to sign.

Behind him, Matt and Nick settle back into their spots, effortlessly slipping back into their interactions. Matt flashes a playful smile at a girl just a few feet away, ruffling his hair before signing something for her, while Nick cracks a joke with a fan, making them laugh easily.

“Yeah. Yeah, I’m good.”

He chuckles, uncapping the Sharpie with his teeth before scribbling something down, and for a second, you forget how to breathe.

It’s such a simple action, but there’s something effortlessly hot about the way he does it—his lips parting just enough to hold the cap between his teeth, jaw tightening slightly as he focuses on the paper in front of him. His fingers move lazily, gripping the marker with practiced ease, veins subtly visible beneath the skin of his forearm as he writes. He smiles, his eyes flashing up to you, "You sure about that?”

Chris slides the signed poster toward you, but instead of looking away like he’s already moving on to the next person, his eyes linger on you. He’s watching you again—really watching, like he’s trying to figure you out. Like he knows something you don’t.

“You from around here?” he asks, his tone still light, still teasing, but there’s an edge of curiosity beneath it.

You shake your head. “Nah, I drove a few hours for this.”

He raises an eyebrow, an amused sort of interest flashing across his face. “Damn. Dedication.” His tongue darts out to wet his lips, and he leans in just a little.

“Worth it?”

You let out a breathy laugh, trying to ignore how warm your face is. “I mean… yeah.”

“Yeah?” He smirks, tapping the Sharpie against his ring covered fingers. “I dunno, you don’t sound too sure.”

Your heart is hammering in your chest, and you’re pretty sure he knows it. “No, it’s definitely worth it.”

Chris huffs a quiet chuckle, shaking his head as he leans back again. His gaze flickers down for a split second—your skirt, the way your fingers brush at the hem, grounding yourself.

He tilts his head toward the side of the venue, where a roped-off area leads toward the backstage doors. “You in a rush?”

You blink. “What?”

His smirk deepens, like he’s enjoying how easily you get flustered. “You got time to hang for a bit?”

Your stomach flips. “Backstage?”

Chris shrugs, tapping the marker against his lip like he’s pretending to think about it. “I mean, unless you’d rather go stand in the crowd again.”

It’s not a serious question. He knows the answer before you even say it.

You nod, pulse racing. “Yeah. I—I have time.”

His grin widens as he pushes back from the table, his brothers still occupied with other fans, not paying much attention. He gestures for you to follow. “Aight, c’mon then.”

01 : Sex & Souvenirs

Your heart pounds in your chest as you follow him, trying to keep your steps steady even though everything inside of you feels like it's on fire.

You follow close behind, your heart thumping faster with every step. The sound of your shoes against the floor is drowned by the hum of conversations and the distant music, but it doesn’t matter.

All you can focus on is Chris in front of you, the way he moves through the queue, the way his hands rest at his side as he walks, the relaxed yet confident sway in his step. He glances back occasionally, flashing you that same teasing grin, as if he’s fully aware of how you’re trying to steady your breath.

As you both make your way to the backstage area, the excitement of the venue fades, replaced by a quiet hum in the background.

The hallways here are quieter, cooler, and the lights are dimmer, casting long shadows along the walls. Chris takes it all in stride, leading the way with that calm ease of someone who’s used to this world, before leading you down the hall, stopping at a door that's slightly ajar, the light from inside spilling out onto the floor.

He nudges it open with his shoulder, revealing a small, dimly lit room.

Inside, the carpet underfoot is a muted gray, plush enough to sink into, but it’s clear it’s been well-worn, the fibers flattened from frequent use.

It contrasts with the polished wood of the coffee table and the sleek metal of the film equipment scattered around. A few stray cords snake across the floor, leading to the cameras and tripods, adding to the sense of controlled messiness in the room.

A couch sits against the wall, an old leather piece that’s seen better days but still looks inviting with its deep, rich color. A couple of water bottles and a half-empty snack bowl rest on the coffee table, along with a remote control for the TV on the wall, currently switched off, silent in the background.

Walking over to the couch, Chris takes a seat, casually throwing one arm across the back, looking relaxed. He pats the spot beside him, the gesture almost casual, but you can tell from the way his eyes lock onto yours that it’s more than just an invitation to sit.

“You sure your good?” he asks again, his voice low, his gaze never leaving you. The smirk is still there, but it feels different now, like there’s something else beneath it, something personal.

You sit beside him, feeling the heat of his body next to yours, but your mind’s still buzzing with the moment you’re actually here. Something else crosses your mind, and the words slip out before you can stop them. “Won’t your other fans miss you?”

You tilt your head slightly, your fingers tracing the edge of the coffee table, trying to hide the nervousness in your voice. “I mean, you’re kinda skipping out on the meet and greet, right?”

Chris’ eyes twinkle with amusement, a grin tugging at his lips as he leans back, one hand still draped across the back of the couch, his body angled toward you.

“Nah, they’ll be fine,” he says smoothly, almost nonchalant. “They’ll get their turn. I’m just taking a little break, y’know?”

His gaze softens as he glances down at you, that smirk still playing at the corner of his mouth. “But right now? I’m more focused on you than them.”

He leans in a little closer, his arm brushing against yours as he shifts his weight, the space between you narrowing just enough for you to feel the heat radiating off him.

Chris leans back into the couch, his eyes still locked on you with that same teasing glint, his smirk never quite leaving.

There’s something in the way he looks at you now, something sharper, as if he’s watching every little movement, every breath you take.

“So…” he starts, the word drawn out like he’s savoring it. “Why you so nervous all of a sudden? You were calm enough to follow me back here.” His voice drops, quieter now, almost too casual, like he's testing you. “Came all the way back here with me, no hesitation. But now you’re acting like I’m gonna bite your head off or somethin’.”

You swallow, heart pounding as the tension between you thickens. "I didn’t think it’d be like this," you admit, your voice quieter now, your words almost coming out in a breathless rush. "Like, I didn’t think I’d end up… here. With you. Alone."

Chris’ smirk widens, but there's something deeper in his expression now, like he’s enjoying this subtle game you’re playing. "So, what, you thought this was all just gonna stay... innocent?" His voice drops a little, the teasing edge still there but laced with something else, something more intent. "You came all the way back here with me, and now you’re telling me you didn’t expect it to get... this close?"

You hesitate for a second, your pulse quickening under his gaze. "I didn’t know what to expect."

Chris raises an eyebrow at your words, a slow, teasing grin spreading across his face. "But you knew something would happen, right?"

His voice drops even lower, more deliberate now, like he’s trying to draw you in further with his velvety tone. "You wouldn’t be here if you didn’t expect something to change." You didn’t follow me back just to sit and chat."

As he speaks, his fingers move absentmindedly, toying with the rings on his hands, twisting them between his fingers like he has all the time in the world.

The veins running along the backs of his hands stand out subtly, shifting each time his fingers flex, his knuckles prominent as he rolls the metal around. It’s distracting—too distracting—because all you can think about is how good those hands would feel against you. How easily those fingers could wrap around your wrist, your throat, your waist.

Your breath catches slightly as your eyes flicker from his hands back up to his face, only to find him watching you, smirking like he knows exactly what’s running through your mind.

"What, you’re telling me you didn’t want it to be different? Didn’t want things to get a little… closer?" His eyes catch yours again, unrelenting, like he’s daring you to say something, to make a move.

"I guess I do want it to be different," You murmur, fidgeting with your hands.

Chris leans back just a bit, his eyes glinting. "So, you’re not just here for the meet and greet anymore, huh?" he teases, his tone dripping with intent.

You swallow hard, your heart racing at the way he’s looking at you, at the way his words hang in the air between you.

You shift uncomfortably, the weight of his gaze making it hard to think clearly. "I guess not," you say, your voice barely above a whisper as you meet his blue eyes again, feeling the tension between you thicken as he smiles, his tongue darting into his cheek.

His eyes flicker down to your lips, then back up to your eyes, that same playful challenge lingering in his expression. "You know," he says, his voice quiet, almost a purr, "you don’t have to act like you’re unsure. I can tell what you want."

Chris smirks as his fingers lightly circle your neck, not squeezing, just resting there—taunting. "Look at you," he murmurs, tilting his head. His thumb traces the line of your jaw before tightening just enough to make your breath hitch.

As Chris’s thumb presses gently against your pulse, you can feel the warmth of his breath on your skin, the way his hand against your neck teases you. "'All worked up already, and I'm only just talking.."

Before you can respond, his lips crash into yours, hungry and impatient. This kiss is sloppy, all consuming. Chris' hungry mouth moving against yours, his grip on your neck keeping you in place as his other hand wanders down onto your thighs, drifting to firmly hold your hip, his hands rubbing themselves against the skin just above your pants.

You can feel his tongue slip against yours, rough and demanding, his lips moving in sync with your own, his hands on your neck gripping even tighter.

"You wanna get more comfortable, sweetheart?" he murmurs, breaking the kiss, his breath hot against your ear instead, "these jeans look a little tight on you."

His grip on your hip tightens as he urges you to take them off, his thumb slipping under the hem of your pants, brushing against your lower abdomen, as if to temp you out of them, not that you need much motivation.

Chris grins at you with how fast you slip off your jeans, letting them pool at your feet as you sit on the couch with him, putting your panties on display for him.

"I knew those pants were too tight on you," he murmurs, his hand moving to rest on your thigh, his palm searingly hot against your skin, just as hot as the one against your throat.. You watch as he trails his fingers up and down your inner thigh, you can feel the cold metal of his rings against your bare skin, making you shiver against him.

"C'mere, lean against the arm of the couch ma," he murmurs, his eyes filled with absolute desire.

His words are a command you can't refuse, his tone both gentle and dominant, making your insides twist with a heady mixture of desire and anticipation. You obey, leaning back against the arm of the couch, your body arched toward him, your position leaving you completely exposed to him.

"God look at how wet that pussy is..." He trails off, "Can see it right through these useless panties.." Chris whispers, his fingers brushing against the fabric right above your cunt, the coldness of his rings pressing into you, only slightly.

"Can’t believe you were so soaked just from a fucking meet-and-greet," he murmurs, a sarcastic laugh escaping his lips. "You must’ve really been holding out on me."

His smirk grows, and he leans in, his lips grazing your ear, his hands mercilessly finding the waistband of your underwear. Chris' fingers brush against the fabric as he slowly pulls them down, chuckling "I bet you were dripping the whole time, huh? Couldn’t even keep it together in front of all those people."

“You’re so fucking needy,” he whispers, voice rougher now, right next to your head, but still laced with that mocking sweetness. “Didn’t think I’d be the one to make you lose it, huh? Here you are, all wet for me before we’ve even done anything."

You can feel the way that he rubs your thighs, the muscles in his hands flexing as he moves them against you. You can feel the strength in his fingers, how they wrap around you with ease, how his veins look like they're about to pop the harder he rubs against the skin of your neck.

“You like that, don’t you?” Chris mutters, breaking your thoughts. “You like the way my hands feel on you… so fucking strong, you don’t want me to stop.”

Suddenly, before you can respond, you feel his fingers reach your clit. The movement is slow as he traces gentle circles around your most sensitive spot, his fingers toying and teasing with where you need him most.

“You’re so fucking wet for me,” he murmurs, his voice a low growl in your ear, his fingers continuing their slow, torturous rhythm.

“Could feel it the second I touched you. All this for me, huh?” His thumb applies just enough pressure to make you gasp, pushing you closer to the edge with every stroke, while his other hand holds you steady, the veins in his wrist and forearm flexing as he moves.

"God— Chris, oh fuck.." You moan, your pussy feeling so sensitive from his touch. Instinctively, you can feel your hands reach up to cover your mouth, remembering where you are, your moans becoming muffled through the skin of your palm against your lips.

"Yeah? You like that?" he murmurs, his breath hot against your skin, his touch growing rougher as he feels you shiver under his touch, his rings pressing into your mound above your pussy as his fingers work against your clit.

"You like it when I touch you like this? Yeah baby?"

Chris notices your covered mouth immediately, his lips curling into a smirk as he pulls back slightly from your ear to meet your eyes. "Don’t hide it," he murmurs, voice dark with authority. “I want to hear you. Every fucking sound. No holding back.”

Before you can protest or pull your hand to cover your mouth, his grip on your jaw tightens, his hand leaves your neck to remove your hand, and his thumb presses against your bottom lip, forcing it to part.

“You don’t get to hide from me,” he growls, eyes narrowing. “Let me hear how much you fucking like this, how much that fucking pussy wants me to make it feel good."

His demands only cause you to moan more, your mouth opening and your tongue snaking around his fingers that rest on your lips. Your tongue maneuvers around them, pulling his index finger into your mouth, your moans stifled against the skin of his finger. "God, Chris.. right fucking there—yes.."

Chris' fingers dig into your neck, pressing firmer as his fingers leave your clit. You whine, instinctively, the sound loud and laced with so much want. “Chris, please…” You barely manage to get the words out, your voice thick with need and frustration.

He leans back, a smirk tugging at his lips as he watches your reaction. “Shhh.” His finger gently presses against your lips, silencing you. “I’m not done yet,” he murmurs, voice low, amused.

You whimper, your frustration building, the absence of his touch making everything feel even more intense. You try to shift, to pull him back, but he’s not having it.

“I said, I’m not done,” he repeats, his voice like silk, but with a command in it that makes your whole body tingle. His eyes flicker down to you, seeing your desperation, and he chuckles darkly. "Patience, baby. You’ll get what you want, just not yet."

With a slow, deliberate motion, he shifts his body, positioning his thigh firmly between your legs. He presses it against you, just enough to make you gasp, but not enough to give you what you want.

“Shhh, be quiet,” he murmurs, his lips curling into that wicked smirk as he watches you squirm, his thigh resting perfectly against your pussy. "Go ahead," he murmurs, his voice low and commanding, "Rub yourself on me. I know you need it. Don't be shy." He shifts slightly, giving you just enough space to grind against his thigh, his hand resting casually on the back of your neck.

"You’re not getting away with holding back anymore," he continues, the teasing in his voice only making the whole situation more intense. Slowly, you begin to rock your hips, dragging your wet pussy against the dark denim of his jeans, the friction sending jolts of pleasure through your body. Chris watches you closely, his smirk never fading, his eyes dark with amusement as you begin to ride his thigh harder, unable to stop the need coursing through you. "I know you want to feel it. Go ahead, baby, take what you need."

“You feel that?” he murmurs, his voice rough as you grind against him. "You’re so fucking wet, I can feel it." His hand grips your waist, helping guide your movements, but you can tell he’s enjoying watching you take control, even if just for a moment.

You moan, your eyes closing as you feel one of his hands grip around your hips, rubbing at the skin. He bends his neck, craning to rest his lips against the side of your neck.

"You're so fucking beautiful like this, makin' a mess on my thigh," You can feel the way Chris' lips slide against your skin, the way he sucks at your neck, biting and licking at your soft skin. “You like that, huh?” he murmurs, his teeth grazing against your skin before he sucks lightly, marking you. “You’re so fucking beautiful, can’t resist leaving my mark on you, say that you're mine— fuck.."

"I'm yours—mm, yes Chris."

He smirks, "Say it again, say that you're fucking mine."

"I'm fucking yours, Chris—God, please don't stop."

He smirks, satisfied, then moves to the other side of your neck, his lips pressing harder, teeth scraping gently before his mouth opens wider, leaving a dark, purple bruise beneath your skin. "There," he whispers, voice rough. "You’ll wear this for me, won’t you? Everywhere you go, people will know who made you feel this good."

The mixture of his hands on your thighs, guiding your hips up against his, and the way that his lips suck against your neck is enough to drive you to that edge.

Your body trembles, the sensations becoming almost too much to handle as your hips moves faster, harder, pressing down just the right way onto his thigh. You try to bite back your moans, but it’s impossible.

“Look at you,” Chris growls, his voice rough as he watches you unravel. “So fucking close, huh? Don’t even try to hide it.”

"Chris—please, I'm gonna come."

“Fuck, that’s it,” he murmurs, his grip tightening on your waist, his fingers rubbing against your hips, slapping them gently, urging you to rub your cunt against him faster. “Let go for me, come all over my thigh baby."

You can’t stop it now. The buildup is too much, too overwhelming. Your breath hitches as the first wave of pleasure crashes over you, the tight knot in your stomach unraveling as you gasp for air, completely at his mercy.

As soon as you come, Chris slows your movements, his hand still gripping your waist as he pulls you gently away from him, the two of you breathing heavily. He chuckles, smiling at you, his lips detaching from your neck so that he can sit up straight, your pussy still directly in front of him, nearly twitching.

Chris tilts his head, watching you with that same cocky smirk, his fingers still teasing over your soaked skin. “Look at you,” he murmurs, voice thick with amusement. “So fucked out already, and I’ve barely even touched you.”

His thumb brushes over your clit, the sensitivity making you jolt, and he grins. “Still twitching for me,” he muses, dragging his fingers down your clit, spreading the wetness just to tease you. “You want more, don’t you?”

Your breath is shaky, your body still coming down from the high, but you can’t deny the way you ache for more. You nod, unable to form words, but Chris just tuts, shaking his head.

“Use your words,” he instructs, his fingers pausing right at your entrance, the anticipation making your head spin. “Tell me how bad you want it.”

He leans in, his breath warm against your skin as his lips ghost over the marks he left on your neck. His free hand grips your thigh, keeping you spread open for him.

“I already made you come once,” he murmurs, teasing the tip of one finger inside you, barely pushing in. “You think you deserve another?”

Chris watches you squirm beneath him, his smirk deepening as he drags his fingers all along your cunt, barely touching where you need him most. His rings are cold against your heated skin, the metal sending a shiver up your spine as they trail closer to your aching pussy.

“Still shaking,” he mutters, amused. “That sensitive already slut?”

Before you can respond, he presses two fingers inside you, slow but deep, stretching you open. The coolness of his rings contrasting sharply with the absolute heat and wetness between your legs, making you gasp, your body tensing at the sensation.

Chris groans at the feeling, watching your reaction like it’s the best thing he’s ever seen.“Fuck,” he breathes, his fingers curling just right, the chilled metal pressing against your walls. “Feel that? Bet you’ve never had anything this good inside you before, and it's just my fingers, ma.” He pumps his fingers lazily, just enough to make you whimper.

His free hand grips your thigh, keeping you spread wide for him, his thumb pressing possessively into your skin. “You’re so fucking warm,” he murmurs, almost to himself, his fingers moving deeper, twisting slightly so the pads press against that perfect spot inside you. “And so goddamn tight.”

Your hips jerk, chasing the friction, but Chris holds you down with ease, his grip tightening as he smirks. “Nah,” he chuckles, slowing his movements on purpose, flicking his head to shake the brown hair out of his eyes.

“You take what I give you. Nothing more.”

He pulls his fingers almost all the way out, letting the cold bands of his rings drag against your entrance before pushing them back in again, deliberately slow, as he murmurs, “You love it, don’t you?”

“The way my rings feel inside you. Fucking you open, stretching you out, while you just lay there and take it.”

His thumb finds your clit, rubbing slow, torturous circles as he curls his fingers again, the mix of cold and heat driving you insane. “Come on, baby,” he purrs, his lips brushing your ear. “Give me another. I want to feel you come all over my fingers.”

"Oh fuck— I—" Chris is relentless, his fingers curling inside you with precision, his thumb rubbing slow, deliberate circles over your clit.

“That’s it,” Chris murmurs, watching you, his smirk dripping with satisfaction. “You gonna come for me again? Gonna make a mess all over my fingers baby?”

You can barely think, barely breathe, your body tightening around him, you're so damn close you can feel it about to snap. You reach your hands up, your nails digging into his shoulders, your breath catching as he fucks you with his fingers.

But then—

“Chris?”

The voice is muffled but close, floating in from just outside the door. Your entire body tenses, the haze of pleasure shattered in an instant. Your eyes snap open, panic flashing through you as another voice chimes in.

“Yo, Chris, you in there?”

Chris freezes for half a second, his jaw clenching, his fingers still pumping inside of you. “Shhh,” he hums, brushing his mouth against your ear, pressing a kiss to your jaw before leaning back, whispering, "You gotta be fuckin' kidding.."

His eyes flicker toward the door as another knock sounds.

“Yo, Chris, come on, man!”

Chris sighs, shaking his head as he looks at you, still spread out in front of him, still trembling, still desperate. He smirks.

“Guess they really need me,” he muses, pumping his fingers into you for the last few times, sighing. "God this pussy is so fuckin' good.. I don't wanna leave without filling it all up.."

“Fuck, Chris,” you whimper, barely even aware of how loud you sound, too lost in the feeling of his fingers still working you open. You don’t care if they hear—you just need him to keep going, need him to push you over the edge before it’s too late.

Chris groans, his jaw clenching like he’s just as frustrated as you are. “Shit, baby,” he murmurs, his thumb swiping over your clit in one last, devastating motion. “You sound so fuckin’ pretty when you beg.”

You let out a desperate, frustrated whine, clenching around him, your body so close to breaking. But before you can even think about falling over that edge, he pulls his fingers out completely, leaving you empty, aching, throbbing with need.

Chris brings his slick fingers up to his mouth, sucking them clean with a smirk before leaning down, his lips barely lingering over yours. He presses a soft kiss to your lips before getting up, adjusting himself, running a hand through his hair as if to wipe the sex off of him.

The knocking at the door grows more impatient, voices calling his name again. Chris sighs, shaking his head before glancing back at you one last time.

“Dunno if I’ll see you again,” he mutters, almost like he’s thinking out loud. Then his smirk returns, but it doesn’t quite reach his eyes. “Guess we’ll see, huh?”

And with that, he’s gone, leaving you panting, soaked, and completely in shock.

02 : Confession

You’re still in bed, the only light in the room coming from your phone screen as you hover over the post button.

Your breath is uneven, pulse pounding in your ears. The memory is still so sharp,his hands on you, his breath against your ear, the way he left you hanging, knowing exactly what he was doing. The way he smirked before walking out that door, leaving you desperate, wrecked, ruined.

Your fingers tremble slightly as you scroll through the story you just typed out, everything so fresh in your head as if it had happened just a few seconds ago.

No one would ever think that this was anything different than your usual posts about Chris or Matt, nothing different than the usual smut and fluff you wrote; not one of your followers would ever imagine that this all could be true, that all of this truly happened just a few days ago at their tour.

Your legs press together just thinking about him again, a dull ache still lingering between them as the memory rushes back—his thigh between yours, his fingers digging into your hips, his voice murmuring filth into your ear. The way he left you breathless, trembling, on the edge of something devastating, only to walk away at the very last second.

Your teeth sink into your lip, a shaky exhale slipping past them as your thumb lingers over the post button.

And then, before you can second-guess yourself, your fingers press that shiny blue buttton.

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thank you for reading ! ♡

part two -

𖧧 𝑪𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒍𝒆𝒕𝒆 𝑴𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕

first mini series! tried to make it so immersive for us tumblr girlies because god i wish this would happen to me

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🖕🏻🖕🏻🖕🏻

And that’s how I feel.

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im honestly so glad its a tour even if i cant go cuz i was worried about the other bad predictions

i’m disappointed tbh, it should be a new podcast or something more fun then a wack ass tour

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It’s a fucking tour

Over it

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OMFG ARE YOU KIDDING ME AGHHHGHFJDJDJD