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starboye · 8 months ago

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"𝖔𝖚𝖙 𝖍𝖊𝖗𝖊 𝖓𝖔 𝖔𝖓𝖊 𝖜𝖎𝖑𝖑 𝖍𝖊𝖆𝖗 𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝖘𝖈𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖒"

Day I - Older!Captain Price fucking femboy!younger!male reader

Day II - Rafe Cameron disciplining male reader because you were acting all bratty at one of his parties

Day III - Drew Starkey making male reader his bitch and dominating him after having a hard day

Day IV - Nate Jacobs choking male reader while fucking him

Day V - Stiles Stilinski rough fucking ftm!male reader and talking about how much he want you to get pregnant

Day VI - Gojo Saturo and male reader role playing you as the damsel in distress and gojo saving you and dicking you down as a prize

Day VII - Simon Riley breeding male reader over and over till you're filled with his delicious cum

Day VIII - Matt Sturniolo having a praise kink and top!male reader using that to your advantage throughout sex

Day IX - Tom Holland edging male reader so much

Day X - Chris Sturniolo fucking you till your an incoherent mess in front of a mirror

Day XI - Perter Parker orgasm denial from top!male reader

Day XII - remy gets jealous for whatever reason and he makes you watch him jack off and you can't touch him. You just have to sit in front of him and watch him and when he finishes he makes you swallow all of it

Day XIII - rough smut with Nicholas Alexander Chavez, maybe some guy tries flirting with reader and Nicholas gets pissed and rough fucks reader, maybe some daddy kink

Day XIV - Billy Loomis x SubTop shy nerdy Male Reader😭

Day XV - bellamy blake x thick fem boy reader, where everyone is having a party with drinking and dancing, and bellamy see reader dancing with other men and they keep grabbing his big ass bc it’s so big. so bellamy takes reader away and fucks that ass (also some face sitting 😏)

Day XVI - helping channing tatum at the gym and somehow stuff turns nsfw, do anything ya want with that, i'm just really REALLY desperate for stuff about him, can be short, can be long idc

Day XVII - cuck/stag fic with Charles leclerc the f1 driver, he seems like he’d be a huge cumdump behind closed doors and the reader could share him as punishment/desperation.

Day XVIII - Professor Miguel O’Hara and his student-boyfriend meeting up after class. Why, you ask? Well, the professor’s got a meeting. He’s gotta head home and take a shower. But a shower means washing away his glorious, glorious sweat and musk. He doesn’t want to deprive his good little slut of his favorite things in the world, so tells his boy to give him a tongue bath before his real one.

Day XIX - You want kinky? Musk kink, boot kink, choking kink, and of course knife play with Ghostface (whichever version) the ftm!reader fought back when GF tried to kill em, they all get sweaty and turned on so the fighting turned to fucking, Ghostface being Ghostface, he's all degrading, making the reader do stuff like grind on his boots, lick the blood off his knife and fuck themselves with the handle of it, all those good shit, what you think? Not too far?

Day XX - Sue Storm and The Thing are in an undercover mission which leaves Human Torch (Chris Evans), reader and Mr Fantastic (John Krasinski) alone in the same building. Johnny and reader use their free time to fuck, waking Reed from his sleep who is both frustrated and horny from reader's moans, he gets to the scene and finds Johnny fucking reader while holding him standing, this makes Reed turn feral and joins them to make a really dirty night

Day XXI - Mike Schmidt x kinky male reader who introduces him to the world of BDSM. Mike being a sub top with a praise kink, breeding kink, pet play (like having a leash on him and such) and other nasty things! Maybe even a bit of edging, like M/N punishing him by cockwarming him without letting him cum for a good while, leaving Mike needy and desperate to fill his boyfriends tight hole with his warm seed😮‍💨

Day XXII- ross lynch x onlyfans creator!reader, reader is recording himself for his only fans and as he is fingering himself ross walks in to his room and sees his roommate knuckles deep so reader gets an idea and stands up invites ross to come join and ross jumps on to the bed and start rimming him and fucks him like a slut and after they finish ross puts a cute little diamond butt plug

Day XXIII- soft dom soap x sub male reader where reader tries to be bratty to push soap but soap just treats him kindly like “oh you poor thing have I been neglecting you?” But like not in a mocking way and reader breaks kinda quickly and is good for soap enter babbling reader while soap coos praises

Day XXIV - Dom top Felix and bottom femboy male Reader where the middle of the night Felix catches reader in his bedroom fucking himself with a dildo moaning Felix's name saying fuck me Daddy so Felix steps into the room grabs Reader by the hair and starts fucking his face with big cock saying you want Daddy to fuck you and while Felix is fucking the Reader's face uses the dildo to fuck the reader then Felix is fills the reader's mouth full of cum and make some swallow then turns the reader on his hands and knees and just starts fucking the reader on the bed pulls him against his chest grabs his throat and just starts fucking him as hard as he can with the reader screaming Daddy Felix spanking the reader Felix just filling him full of cum reader belongs to Daddy now then the next morning Felix is fucking the reader as hard as he can against the window of the bedroom

Day XXV - Hiram Lodge and stepson femboy bottom male reader where Hiram has secretly been having sex with his stepson and turning him into his slutty bottom boy today alone for the whole month of October and Rita's dressing up in the slutty little school girl outfit with the mini skirt and thong and heels and Hiram and him want to try bondage so he gets all the equipment and Hiram ties the Reader's hands behind his back as Reader licks hiram's muscles and I'm face fucking male reader till he fills his mouth full of c** and then just starts fucking him while he's tied up pulling his hair and putting a ball gag in the Reader's mouth with bondage kink come eating muscle worship daddy kink and Hiram talking about getting reader pregnant if that's okay

Day XXVI - Logan howlette making ftm reader wear a bunny langire after his workout coming back all musky and sweaty all pent up and fucks male reader while male reader licks up logans sweat etc. Making logans smell kink and breed kink go off and fully breads male reader / size difference with Wolverine and an FTM reader. Logan is much bigger and stronger than reader and can pick him up, pin him down, and throw him around with ease and both of them go bonkers for it. Logan loves the control and power he has to play with reader as he pleases and reader loves feeling overpowered and in Logan's complete control

Day XXVII - sub!thicc femboy ftm reader x dom!homelander where reader is a supe in the seven who is stronger than all the heros and especially homelander but not strong enough in bed?? homelander finds reader in his apartment right in his room trying on the shortest skirts that shows his ass and pink high stockings, reader trys to explain before he gets his ass eaten and fucked raw until he cant breathe properly. i want some breeding kinks and alot of spanking, and ass worship if thats okay? i know ur busy but im just requesting this only if you have time, please and thank you.

Day XXVIII- X-Men 97 magneto and younger 18 year oldbottom femboy male reader loves that magneto so much older than him and has a daddy kink so when they're alone he catches magneto and nothing but a pair purple underwear so he starts kissing magneto licking down his muscles does magneto poses you sucking on his nipples and licking his abs body kissing down licking on his muscles drop to his knees and starts sucking magnetos big cock and balls magnet o moaning and calling reader a good boy grabbing his hair starts face fucking him then magneto pics reader up and starts fucking him right there till he feels him so full of c** and then throws reader over his desk and just keeps fucking him daddy kink breeding Kink and cum eating kink maybe you had Magneto's power somehow for bondage maybe readers power to make someone feel pleasure or pain how you want to do it maybe

Day XXIX - Step brother Tyler Lawrence Gray rough fucks his big bubble but step brother and cums in him

Day XXX - rafe cameron x thicc/male reader x topper x barry your dads is a football coach and rafe, topper, and barry are his star players so he invites them over and you get called down the stairs and they all just start staring at you and your juicy ass so as the night goes on whenever they walk by you they rub their bulges your ass or whenever you bend down to pick something up they always touch your ass…. After a while your dad goes to sleep and rafe, topper and barry goes into your room and they talk to you and rafe starts sitting on your bed and rubbing your thighs and then they finally convince you to have a foursome and they take turns eating your ass and while rafe is fuckin your ass he tells you not to be so loud your dad is sleeping so barry puts his dick in your mouth and you start sucking and your jerking off topper and they take turns and after awhile you are just fucked out with some many loads up your ass and rafe grabs his phone and spreads open your ass to take a video but after he’s done Barry and topper clean you out with their tongues and rafe helps you put your clothes on and in the morning your dad ask why are you limping and rafe laughs

Day XXXI - James mcavoy fic where James is reader’s dad best friend and he is coming over to stay for the summer reader and James don’t really get along at first. But one night James comes out the shower while reader is still awake and James ends up fucking him and eating him out hard and has him worship James body through scent and kissing etc

#star talks #x male reader #gay smut #x male smut #x male y/n #x male #bottom male reader #gay #male reader #top male reader #kinktober #ftm male reader

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hysteria-things · 1 year ago

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can you do a sub matt smut?

ICE COLD POOL

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: sub!matt x reader

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: matt is your best friend. you and his brothers decide to take a dip in the pool, but you in a bathing suit makes him a little too excited.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: SMUT, swearing, making out, semi-public, oral (male receiving)

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 773

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: this song kinda has something to do with this fic but also doesn’t?? idc i love wallows more than life🫶

the pool water felt cold on your skin, but for a hot summer day like right now, it was perfect.

you’ve known the sturniolo’s for a while now, and over the years you guys have become much closer. the four of you are currently at the steep end of the pool chatting and drinking some sodas.

nothing too fancy, but it’s always nice to have a get-together from time to time. you’re standing next to matt while chris and nick are across from you.

matt couldn’t help but check you out a few times as the hang-out went on. you’re wearing a red bikini. nothing too revealing, but matt finds it attractive nonetheless. maybe a little too attractive; because he can’t stop shifting in his spot.

“i’m going to head inside for a few but i’ll be back.” nick announces to the group, getting out of the pool by hoisting himself up on the ledge. “need to check something on the vlog camera.”

“okay.” you smile as your friend walks away.

chris clears his throat. “i need to piss.” that’s all he says while following nick’s actions.

“you’ve been quiet.” you start, turning your head to matt who’s staring into space. “everything okay?”

“yup.” he smiles nervously, shifting his body like what he’s been doing. you tilt your head, unamused with matt’s lie. you scan down his body until you get to his swim trunks. it’s hard to see because of the water’s ripples, but there’s a visible tent on the blue fabric. “matt—”

“i’m sorry.” he panics. he starts walking to the stairs, but you grab his wrist to stop him. “matt,” you repeat.

his eyes look at your lips for a beat. you cup his neck and pull him into a kiss. he doesn’t kiss back right away since this was so sudden, but he soon gets into it.

he grabs your hips to pull you closer. you smirk when you feel his boner brush against your legs. you guys don’t know when nick and chris will be back, but it has to be soon.

matt’s breathing starts to quicken as his dick twitches. he moans into your mouth, pulling away abruptly. his face is pale from embarrassment.

he just came in his shorts.

“i-i’m sorry.” he stammers. “i need to use the bathroom.”

he starts going up the steps but you stop him once more. your body is still in the pool while he is now sitting on the ledge.

despite the water making his swimsuit wet, you can still see the stain and his still-hard boner. “looks like it hurts.” you tease.

he stares into your eyes as he frowns. you keep eye contact when you start to untie his shorts, pulling them down just to his thighs. he hisses when his swollen cock finally springs free. he’s been hard for way too long.

you flatten your tongue at his tip. he flinches at the contact, but eases when you start to move your tongue in kitty-licking motions. he moans and grips so hard to the concrete next to him that his knuckles turn white.

you start to lick faster, but you stay at his tip. he doesn’t look away from your eyes until something clicks in his head. he looks around in panic, nervous that his brothers will be back any second.

“stop looking at me like that,” he whines.

you know he can cum from just you staring and toying with his tip because of how sensitive he is. you then start to kiss and suck on him.

matt bites his lip and throws his head back, whimpering as his hips buck up a little.

even though he’s not staring at you, you never take your eyes off of his gorgeous face. “please.” he gasps. “i need to cum.”

you continue what you’re doing, more moans and whines leaving matt’s mouth when one last buck of the hips has him cumming on your lips. “shit.” he pants.

you kiss up his chest until you get to his lips so he can taste himself. he moans at the feeling. “chris got distracted. sorry guys.” nick’s voice echoes from the back door. matt quickly pulls up his swimsuit and you wipe your mouth with the back of your hand.

his brothers get back into the pool and luckily they don’t suspect a thing. nick starts ranting about god knows what, but matt keeps staring at you.

he wants to say something, knowing he can’t. all you do is smile seductively and wink, and matt’s cheeks can’t help but turn a maroon.

he wishes his brothers never came back outside.

𝐭𝐚𝐠 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭!

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mhaelkeehl · 9 months ago

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S HE TRANS???

insanely detailed matt reference sheet be upon ye!!!! WITH closeups already available this time ;3!

NEAR IS NEXT!!!!!!!

#death note #meow meow #I LOVE AN AU WHERE MATTS TRANS #ftm or mtf idc #cis matt too 😍#mail jeevas

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shorthairchris · 1 year ago

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Things that give me the ick when I’m reading smuts about the triplets ✨

“Me and Matt have been dating for the past few months and we’ve never done anything other than kissing.” Be so for real. Why? Are y’all babies? You know these are grown men right?

When they make one of them an asshole. Like I get the whole enemies to lovers trope but you really expect me to believe that Chris hates y/n for no reason? Or cheated on her countless times? He’s the most loving caring person in the world wdym

When Matt/Chris are suddenly completely different people??? “My corporate boss Matt Sturniolo” “My architecture professor Mr. Sturniolo” who??? I can’t take this seriously sorry

When the aftercare turns into a whole ass ROUTINE babe we’ve been fucking for the past 3 hours we’re going to sleep!!! I don’t need Matt to run me a hot bath and rub my feet 😭 just give me a baby wipe and I’m good

This might be an unpopular opinion but I don’t like when things are too perfect. “You are Chris’ dream girl, you live with his brothers in a big house and you’re all best friends, his family LOVES you, he spoils you with gifts, the fans are obsessed with you” This isn’t a Disney movie and I’m not 8 years old chill.

Honestly I get that it’s a classic but I can’t stand the y/n thing. Like why are we using my name? There’s no need for that just call me baby or something idc (also I have a middle eastern name and it sounds ridiculous in English I can’t do that shit)

When the reader is a bitch and always has an attitude. I don’t even like myself why would Chris like me?

When they try to make Chris sound like he’s from the hood 💀 just cuz he likes rap music doesn’t mean he’s any less white

When we’ve been BEST friends for our whole lives and suddenly when we hook up you call me a cumslut???? There’s no way you’re comfortable with that please 😭

* please note that this is all jokes, the writers here are crazy talented and I love y’all :)

#chris sturniolo #matt sturniolo #sturniolo triplets #nick sturniolo #chris sturniolo smut #christopher sturniolo #sturniolo triplets smut #sturniolo edit #matt sturniolo smut #nicolas sturniolo #nick sturniolo smut #matt sturniolo fluff #matthew sturniolo #chris sturniolo edit #chris sturniolo fluff

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sturnschris · 14 days ago

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overheard.

pairings! : chratt x fem!reader!

content : matt overhearing chris and you.

warnings: SMUT!! DISGUSTINGLY FILTHY, ANAL!!(do not read if this makes you uncomfortable) getting caught ?, blow job, p in v, anal, double penetration, threesome (NO INCEST EW), dom!chris, softdom!matt, subby!reader, pet names (baby, pretty girl etc..) , prolly more idc im lazy, dj on the vj, fingering (puss & ass), matt the munchhh, cowgirl, backshots, matt and chris barely talk in this 🤗, lowk awkward ending, nipple play, DOUBLE CREAMPIE!. squirting, overstimulation, humiliation

everything is consented!!

a/n: ive had this idea for 5 months and i thought i wasnt talented enough to being it too life and im still not but im too shy too ask someone else for this because if i ask someone i can never do it myself so i just decided to do it. Anyways idk if someone has done this before but ib me if no one has!

love ya!💋

“chris, f-fuck—s‘good,” you squeal, voice breaking as he folds you into the mattress, thrusting so deep you swear you can feel him in your stomach. his grip is bruising, fingers digging into your hips as he keeps you right where he wants you. each snap of his hips is rough, relentless, the bed creaking beneath you.

“so good f’me, princess,” he rasps, breath hot against your skin as he leans down, teeth grazing your neck before he kisses over the marks he’s already left.

“please, ah—ah—” you try to form words, but they crumble into moans, pleasure stealing your breath.

chris chuckles, low and smug, cutting himself off with a groan. “so fuckin’ tight—shit, baby.”

on the other side of the door, matt freezes.

heat rushes to his face as the sounds filter through—your soft, desperate whimpers. he shouldn’t be here. he knows that. but his feet won’t move, his breath caught in his throat.

his stomach tightens, embarrassment and something deeper, darker, curling in his gut. he shifts, suddenly hyperaware of the way his jeans feel tighter, his own body betraying him.

then chris’s voice breaks through again, rough and low, and it snaps him out of it.

matt stumbles back, leaving fast, shame burning through him as he steps into his room. his face is beet red, his hands shaking as he rubs them over his face.

he swallows hard, guilt twisting in his chest—because no matter how much he tries to push it away, your voice lingers in his head, and he’s still hard.

the next evening, matt and chris are watching tv while you’re napping in chris’s room. matt can barely look at chris, shifting in his seat every few seconds.

“y’good, matt?” chris finally asks, glancing over.

matt snaps out of his thoughts. “w-what? yeah. m’fine.” chris raises a brow, unimpressed. “you sure? you’re all fidgety n’ shit.”

matt exhales, rubbing his hands over his face. fuck it. “i—” he hesitates, jaw clenching before he finally forces the words out. “i heard you guys. last night.”

chris blinks, then snorts. “yeah? sorry, we’ll be more quiet next time.” he pats matt on the back, laughing like it’s nothing.

matt doesn’t respond, doesn’t even move. chris’s laughter dies down as he realizes matt’s serious. “you’re not serious?” matt’s face heats up. “just—forget i said anything.” chris watches him for a second, then grins. “you got off on it?”

“no. ew,” matt shakes his head quickly, but chris just raises an eyebrow. “but you liked it?”

matt stays quiet. doesn’t confirm, doesn’t deny. chris leans back against the couch, smirking. “could be fun.”

matt’s head snaps toward him, surprised. “what?”

you’re sitting in bed, scrolling on your phone, when chris walks in. “hi, bunny.” you glance up, smiling. “hi.”

he sits next to you, and you immediately reach your hands out to him. he huffs a little laugh, then tugs you onto his lap so you’re straddling him. his hands find your waist, thumbs rubbing slow circles into your skin as he leans in, kissing you softly before trailing down to your jaw. you giggle, fingers threading through his hair. “what’s gotten into you?”

“just missed you,” he mutters against your skin, voice low and rough.

his lips move down your neck, his grip tightening slightly. you hum, tilting your head to give him more access, your body already melting into him. but then he pulls back, studying your face with that look—the one that always means he’s up to something.

„got a question f’you, pretty,” he murmurs, voice low as his hands give your waist a gentle squeeze. you hum in response, still playing with his hair, but the way he’s looking at you makes your stomach flip.

„matt overheard us yesterday and—”. you immediately pull back, letting go of him and burying your face in your hands. “oh g-god, no.” your voice is muffled and horrified.

chris chuckles, clearly more amused than concerned. “don’t worry, baby,” he says, pulling your hands away gently. “he liked your pretty little sounds.” your whole face burns. “chris!” you try to hide again, but he won’t let you.

“what? can you blame him?” his voice dips, rougher and low like he knows exactly what he’s doing to you. “you sound so fuckin’ sweet when i’m deep in you. poor kid probably didn’t know what to do with himself.”

he smirks as he points at your stomach, pressing his finger into the soft skin just below your ribs—right where you always say you feel him the most.

“right there, huh?” he murmurs, poking lightly again, making you squirm in his lap. “right where you get all dumb f’me.”

your face burns, thighs instinctively tightening around him. he’s still watching you so closely, waiting for your reaction, like he already knows what you’ll say before you say it. “stop,” you whine, flustered beyond belief, but chris just grins, hands sliding up and down your waist. “he told me he wants you.” he pauses, watching your face carefully. “i told him it’s up to you.”

the door creaks open a little, and matt steps inside carefully, like he’s not sure he should be there. like he might turn around and walk out if you looked at him wrong.

you’re still perched in chris’s lap, legs on either side of his thighs, your chest rising and falling a little faster than normal. you’d been kissing for a while now—slow and warm and a little shaky. his hands resting heavy on your hips like he’s reminding you you’re his.

matt stands near the doorway, eyes flicking between the two of you, jaw tight. “you sure it’s okay?” he asks, voice soft, almost nervous.

you nod without a word, still dazed, lips a little swollen from how long chris had been kissing you.

chris doesn’t even glance at matt at first—he just squeezes your waist, tilts your chin up to meet his eyes.

“then show him how okay it is for you, ma.”

you glance up at matt, just for a second, then drop your gaze again, cheeks hot.

chris scoffs softly behind you, voice low and teasing.

“c’mon, baby, don’t go all shy on me now.”

you mumble something—apologetic, maybe embarrassed—but matt speaks up before chris can.

“hey, you know you don’t have to, right?” his voice is gentle, careful. “i don’t wanna make you uncomfortable—”

“you’re not,” you cut in, giving him a small smile. your voice is soft, but steady.

chris’s hands slide along your waist, thumbs pressing into your sides.

“go on, doll,” he murmurs, a little rougher now. “show him how okay you are with this.”

you nod, breath catching a bit as matt steps closer. slowly, you slide off chris’s lap and sink to your knees between them.

you tug gently at the hem of matt’s shirt, and he reads your cue right away—lifting it over his head and tossing it aside. you let your eyes trail down the line of his stomach, slow and deliberate, before leaning in to press open-mouthed kisses along his v-line. your lips are soft against his skin, and your eyes stay locked on his the whole time—wide, glimmering, shy but sure.

you reach for the waistband of his sweats and boxers, tugging them down in one smooth motion. he lets out a quiet breath as he steps out of them, watching you closely.

your hands wrap around him, gentle at first, stroking slowly before you lean in and flick your tongue across the tip—just a teasing little lick.

matt’s hand finds the side of your face, thumb brushing your cheek.

“you’re doin’ so good,” he says, voice low and warm. “so fuckin’ pretty like this.

you lower your head slowly, lips parting as you take him in, your hand still stroking what you can’t reach. your movements are careful, testing your limits—taking in as much as you can, pulling back just a little before easing forward again.

your other hand rests lightly on his thigh for balance, and matt’s breath stutters as he watches you, jaw tightening.

“fuck…” he murmurs, voice soft but strained. “just like that, sweetheart. takin’ me so good.”

his fingers slip into your hair, not pushing, just resting there—guiding you gently as your head bobs, slow and steady, spit beginning to gather at the corners of your mouth.

“good girl” he says, barely above a whisper. “look so fuckin’ pretty with my cock in your mouth.”

you pick up the pace, head moving a little quicker now, strokes matching the rhythm of your mouth. matt’s fingers tighten in your hair, not rough—just needing something to hold onto.

“shit—sorry,” he breathes, voice strained as his hips twitch forward slightly. “didn’t mean to—”

you gag a little around him, but you don’t stop. your eyes water and your throat tightens, but you keep going, hand still working the base, mouth warm and wet around him.

matt lets out a low, shaky moan, thumb brushing across your cheek like he’s trying to soothe you through it.

“fuck, you’re unreal,” he murmurs. “you okay, pretty?”

you nod, messy and determined, spit dripping from your chin as you take him again, pace steady even as your eyes blink through the sting.

“so good f’me.” he whispers, breath caught in his throat.

matt grips your jaw gently, easing you off his cock, his thumb brushing your wet bottom lip.

“you okay?” he asks, voice soft and a little breathless.

you nod, lashes clumped from tears, lips shining. you glance over at chris—he’s watching, eyes dark, jaw tense.

“get over here, princess.”

your legs wobble a little as you stand. before you can reach him, chris meets you halfway, hand on your waist.

“lie down,” he says, voice firm. “c’mon.”

you climb onto the bed and lay back, chest rising fast. your legs fall open, just enough.

“good girl,” he mutters, smirking as he kneels beside you.

he leans in, mouth brushing your jaw like he might kiss you, but his hand goes straight to your waistband instead.

“take these off for me, bunny. yeah?”

you nod fast, slipping out of your shorts and tossing them aside.

chris hums low, gaze dropping between your thighs.

“look at her, matt,” he says. “she’s soaked.”

but matt’s already staring—eyes locked on you, lips parted like he forgot to breathe.

chris trails a finger slowly over your clothed pussy, and your breath catches.

then, without a word, he hooks his fingers into your panties and starts sliding them down, his eyes never leaving yours.

he hooks his arms under your thighs, pulling you closer to the edge of the bed until you’ve got nowhere to go. his head dips down, and he presses slow, open-mouthed kisses along the inside of your thighs—soft nibbles, warm breaths ghosting over your skin.

your hips twitch, breath shaky as he works his way up, taking his time, lips brushing everywhere but where you need him most.

you whine softly, hands fisting in the sheets.

“chris…”

he smirks against your skin, then finally—finally—he licks a slow, deliberate stripe up your pussy, tasting just enough to make your legs tremble.

your fingers tangle into his hair instantly, head tipping back as a soft moan slips from your lips.

he groans low in response, like he’s the one losing control, and then he’s all in—mouth locked around your clit, tongue working you over with slow, practiced pressure.

he eats you out like he’s starving—like you’re the only thing that’s ever mattered, moaning into you, hands locking your hips down when you try to squirm away.

chris slows down, tongue dragging lazily now, just enough to make you whine in frustration—hips bucking, fingers tightening in his hair.

he pulls back with one last kiss pressed to your soaked pussy, lips glistening, breath heavy.

“tastes so fuckin’ sweet,” he mutters, eyes flicking up to meet yours. then, without looking away, he glances over his shoulder at matt.

“wanna try?”

matt hesitates, jaw tight, but he nods—stepping closer like he can’t stay away any longer.

you squirm slightly, overwhelmed, but chris runs a hand along your thigh, anchoring you down.

“relax,” he murmurs. “let him take care of you.”

matt kneels between your legs, eyes locked on your face as your chest rises and falls too fast—overstimmed, already on edge.

“calm down, sweet girl,” he murmurs, voice soft, steady, so different from chris. his hands rub gently over your thighs, thumbs circling your skin like he’s trying to ground you. “can make you feel so good… just breathe.”

you nod, barely, but your body’s tense—until he leans in, presses a kiss just above your clit, and then kitten licks it, slow and teasing.

your back arches immediately, fingers digging into the sheets.

he flicks his tongue again, light and precise, watching the way your whole body twitches under him.

“that’s it,” he whispers, voice all praise. “just like that.”

he’s nothing like chris. no teasing smirks, no rough grip on your hips—matt takes his time.

his tongue moves slow, gentle, circling your clit with care, like he’s learning every inch of you. one hand stays firm on your thigh, keeping you steady, while the other trails up to your stomach—comforting, grounding.

you’re breathing hard, trembling slightly, but matt doesn’t rush. doesn’t push.

just stays between your thighs, licking and sucking softly, over and over.

he moans quietly against you, like he really means it—like the taste of you is doing something to him.

they’re nothing alike, you realize. matt’s all warmth and patience, making you unravel gently, while chris is pressure and demand, wrecking you fast and deep.

but right now, with matt’s mouth on you, soft praise on his tongue and steady hands keeping you in place—it feels just as good.

just… different.

matt’s tongue pushes deeper, fucking into you slow and steady, his grip tightening on your thighs to hold you right where he wants you. your moans spill out, breathless and uneven, fingers digging into the sheets.

chris leans in over you, lips dragging along your neck, warm and teasing.

“can i take this off, pretty girl?” he murmurs, tugging at your shirt.

you nod quickly, no hesitation.

he pulls it off in one motion, tossing it aside before lowering his mouth to your chest. his lips wrap around your nipple, sucking softly while his hand palms the other, thumb brushing over it again and again.

his other hand slides down between your legs, fingers finding your clit, slick and sensitive. he rubs slow, steady circles, syncing perfectly with matt’s mouth between your thighs.

your back arches, breath catching in your throat as the sensation builds—hands, tongue, mouth—all of it at once.

“you’re doin’ so good,” chris says quietly, fingers still working your clit. “just relax. let it happen.”

and gosh, it’s all too much—but you don’t want any of it to stop.

chris slows the movement of his fingers on your clit, just enough to make your hips twitch in frustration. his hand leaves your chest, and without a word, he reaches down and gives matt a light slap to the back of the head.

matt flinches slightly, lifting his head in surprise.

“ah—wha…”

chris doesn’t say anything, just tilts his head to the side in a silent command. matt swallows and nods once, breath still uneven. he presses one last kiss to your inner thigh before finally pulling back, his mouth wet and his face flushed.

you whine immediately, the loss of his tongue almost painful—your body still pulsing, still clenching around nothing. your hand fists in the sheets, breath shaky and high in your throat.

chris looks down at you, his fingers still teasing lazy, frustrating circles over your clit.

“needy little thing,” he mutters, more amused than anything. “you want more?”

you nod quickly, bottom lip jutting out in a full pout—messy, desperate, still twitching from everything they’d already done to you.

chris stands up slowly, cracking his neck like he’s been waiting for this.

“c’mon,” he says, voice low, firm. “hands and knees, ma.”

you shift into position without a word, legs shaking just a little as you get on all fours. the sheets are cool under your palms, your chest still bare, breath still short. you arch your back slightly—just enough—and feel chris’s gaze settle on you like heat.

“that’s it,” he mutters, more to himself than anyone.

you feel his hand slide down the curve of your spine, slow and steady, stopping at the dip of your waist.

you can hear matt breathing somewhere behind you, still watching. chris’s palm lands hard on your ass, the sound sharp, the sting blooming warm across your skin. you gasp—half groan, half whimper—but before you can catch your breath, he slaps the other cheek just as hard.

you flinch, moaning softly, cheek pressing into the mattress.

he turns to matt, smirking like this is the most fun he’s had all night.

then he looks back down at you, hand resting heavy on the small of your back.

“you wanna ride him, hm?”

you hesitate—body frozen for a beat, nerves buzzing under your skin.

chris doesn’t wait long.

“words, baby.”

your face flushes hot. you swallow thickly, voice quiet. “y-yes.”

he grins, low and satisfied, fingertips trailing up your spine.

“that’s what i thought.”

matt shifts onto his back, body tense but eyes locked on you—watching every move you make. he rests his hands at his sides, giving you the space to move at your own pace, waiting for you like he doesn’t want to mess this up.

you crawl over him slowly, your thighs still trembling, chest rising and falling with uneven breaths. his eyes flick down as you reach between your legs, grabbing the base of his cock and guiding it to your entrance.

you line yourself up carefully, the head of his dick pressing right where you’re soaked and aching—still dripping from his mouth, still twitching from chris’s hands.

you suck in a breath, steadying yourself, one hand braced on his chest, the other holding him in place.

matt groans quietly beneath you, jaw tight, chest lifting to meet your touch.

you sink down onto him slowly, breath catching in your throat as matt fills you—stretching you open inch by inch until you’re seated fully in his lap.

your hands brace against his chest, trembling slightly as you start to move. slow at first—testing, adjusting—until your hips find a rhythm that makes your breath stutter and his jaw clench.

matt’s hands hover near your waist, not pushing, just holding—letting you stay in control. his eyes never leave your face, soft and focused, like he’s watching every twitch, every moan, every shift of your body.

“that’s it,” he murmurs, voice barely above a whisper. “just like that.”

you bite your lip, trying to hold back the sounds threatening to spill out, your thighs already aching, pace getting just a little messier.

but you don’t stop.

you just keep moving, chasing the way it builds—deeper, fuller, sweeter with every roll of your hips.

your thighs burn with every movement now, legs trembling as you try to keep your rhythm. you’re slowing down, hips faltering, and your hands press harder into his chest for support.

matt notices instantly.

his grip on your hips steadies you, grounding, not pushing.

“easy,” he says quietly, voice low, calm. “breathe.”

you look down at him, flushed and struggling to keep moving, and he nods once, reassuring.

“i’ll help you.”

he starts to move beneath you, guiding your body with his hands—lifting you just enough, rocking up slow to meet you. you let out a shaky breath, head dropping forward, overwhelmed but not stopping.

his hands stay firm on your waist, keeping you steady as he keeps moving with you.

“you’re okay,” he says, almost under his breath. “just like that.”

your body’s a mess—tired, soaked, barely holding your rhythm as matt guides your hips from below. you’re not sure how much longer you can take, but you don’t stop.

then the mattress dips behind you, slow and deliberate.

you feel chris before you hear him—his hands skimming up the backs of your thighs, up your waist, slow like he’s got all the time in the world.

“think you can take both of us?” he murmurs, voice low and close, like a secret against your ear.

your breath catches. you nod, still moving on matt’s lap, eyes fluttering.

“yeah?” he says, tone unreadable. “thought i meant your mouth?”

you freeze for a second—until his hands settle on your hips and he shifts your body just slightly forward, tilting your pelvis, changing the angle.

your elbows drop to the bed. your back arches. and that’s when you realize what he means.

he’s already reaching for the lube.

your breath stutters as chris shifts you forward, elbows sinking into the mattress, back arching instinctively. you’ve been here before—but not like this.

he’s touched you there. teased you. used his fingers. slid in a plug once or twice just to watch you squirm and blush.

but never like this.

you glance over your shoulder, eyes wide, but chris is already slicking his fingers with lube, focus sharp, movements calm—like he’s done this a thousand times, like he’s planned this.

“relax,” he says quietly, voice smooth and low as his hand settles over your lower back. “you’ve taken my fingers. you can take this.”

his other hand trails down, spreading the lube between your cheeks, slow and deliberate.

“gonna go slow, alright?”

you nod, face hot, thighs twitching as his fingers circle the tight ring of muscle—familiar, but suddenly so much more intense under his weight, his voice, his control.

matt’s still beneath you, completely still now—his hands moving in slow, calming circles along your trembling thighs. his touch is quiet, grounding, letting you breathe through the weight of everything.

you brace yourself, arms shaky, forehead resting against the sheets.

then you feel it—chris’s lubed finger pressing against your tight entrance, patient but firm. your breath hitches, and when he pushes in, your whole body tightens.

you groan, the stretch immediate, sharp and deep, even though it’s just one finger. the pressure makes your back arch further, hips twitching without control.

“shh,” chris mutters, voice steady behind you. “you got it.”

his hand stays heavy on your lower back, holding you down while he works his finger in slow, letting you adjust, letting you feel it.

you clench down around matt below you, body caught between both sensations—so full already, and he’s barely started.

his first finger works in slow and steady, the pressure making your thighs tremble—but just as you start to adjust, he slips in a second.

you gasp, the stretch deeper now, sharper, and your hips jerk instinctively, but chris’s hand holds you firm.

“breathe,” he murmurs, fingers curling just slightly inside you. “you’re doin’ fine.”

your chest rises and falls too fast, eyes squeezed shut, but the burn melts into something else—something warm and dizzying. your mouth falls open as he starts to move them, fingering you slow and deep, working you open bit by bit.

matt’s hands never leave your thighs, rubbing soft, steady circles, letting you lean into it.

chris’s fingers thrust in and out, slick and controlled, the lewd sound filling the room as your body clenches, caught in the growing stretch and pressure.

“feelin’ full already, huh?” he mutters behind you, almost amused.

you try to stay quiet, biting your lip so hard it aches, but the way chris’s fingers move inside you—slow, deep, relentless—makes it impossible. a soft, broken moan slips out before you can stop it.

your face burns.

matt’s still beneath you, his hands warm and steady on your thighs, and the thought that he knows what chris is doing—that he can hear every wet sound, every shaky breath you take—makes your stomach twist.

you’re getting fingered in your ass, stretched open and whimpering, right on top of him.

and you’re enjoying it.

your body clenches around both of them—tight, overwhelmed, trying to process too much at once—and another sound escapes your throat, this one needier, higher.

you feel chris’s breath near your shoulder as he murmurs, “there it is.”

you try to bury your face in your arms, but chris’s fingers don’t stop—they keep working you open, slow and deep, and your whole body trembles with every curl, every drag against tight muscle.

you let out another moan—softer this time, shaky—and matt’s hands twitch on your thighs like he heard that one too clear.

you should be humiliated. you are. but it feels too good.

“you like that?” chris asks, low behind you. “bein’ opened up while he’s watching you?”

you nod, whimpering.

“words.”

your voice cracks when you speak.

“y–yeah. please… chris.”

“please what?”

you squeeze your eyes shut, voice barely more than a whisper.

“please… don’t stop.”

he groans quietly, the sound low and satisfied, and his fingers sink deeper.

“yeah. didn’t think so.”

you gasp softly when his fingers slip out, the emptiness immediate, your body clenching around nothing now.

before you can even process it, you feel him shift behind you—the rustle of movement, the weight of the bed adjusting again. then the blunt head of his cock presses right against your entrance, already slick and warm with lube.

your breath catches.

chris’s hand settles heavy on your lower back, keeping you still, steady.

“stay right there,” he mutters, voice low and rough. “gonna go slow.”

you nod, but your arms are already shaking under you, your whole body tense with anticipation. you feel the pressure build, the stretch beginning all over again—but deeper this time, thicker, real.

he pushes forward slowly, letting you feel every inch as he starts to sink in.

he pushes in slow—inch by inch—and the burn is immediate. it’s deep, sharp, and overwhelming, making your whole body tense up.

your arms give out and you drop to your elbows, a shaky cry slipping from your throat.

tears prick at your eyes, the stretch unlike anything you’ve felt before. it’s too much—but not enough to make you stop.

matt’s hands are still on your thighs, soft and steady. one of them slides up to rub your hip gently, his voice calm beneath you.

“you’re okay,” he murmurs. “just breathe. you’re doin’ so good.”

chris groans low behind you, not even fully inside yet, his hand trailing up your spine.

“relax for me, pretty. you got it—just let me in.”

you try. you really do. the tears slip free anyway, rolling down your cheeks as your body adjusts, hips twitching, thighs shaking.

but you don’t say stop.

you just hold still, breathing through it, letting them soothe you as chris slowly keeps sinking deeper.

his hips press forward slowly, dragging a broken moan from your throat as he sinks in deeper—deeper—until he’s fully seated inside you. the stretch is deep, overwhelming, and your whole body trembles beneath the weight of it.

you collapse forward slightly, arms shaking, hands braced against the mattress on either side of matt’s chest. you can feel his steady breath beneath you, but your focus is all on the burn, the pressure, the fullness.

tears well in your eyes from the intensity, slipping down your cheeks as you try to breathe through it.

chris doesn’t move—just stays there, cock buried deep, one hand resting firm on your back.

“fuck,” he mutters, voice rough. “you’re takin’ me so good.”

matt’s hands rub your thighs gently, grounding but distant, his voice soft.

“you’re okay. you’ve got it.”

chris leans in, his hand in your hair—not pulling, just holding you still.

“my girl,” he murmurs near your ear, low and full of praise. “took it all like you were made for it.”

they keep still with you, letting your body adjust. chris’s hand rests heavy on your back, matt’s thumbs draw slow, steady circles into your thighs. nothing else moves. the only sound in the room is your shaky breathing and the soft, quiet hum of restraint.

your fingers tighten slightly on the sheets. your body twitches once, trying to process the stretch, the pressure—how impossibly full you feel.

you lift your head slowly, eyes still glossy, voice small and raw.

“so full.”

chris groans behind you, low and sharp, like he’s been waiting to hear you say it.

“i know,” he mutters, hand sliding lower, gripping your waist. “but you’re doin‘ s‘good.”

his grip on your waist tightens just a little—just enough to let you know he’s about to move.

then he pulls back, slow and careful, just a few inches.

the stretch drags, deep and hot, your breath catching in your throat. and when he pushes back in—slow, controlled, filling you again inch by inch—you moan, quiet and wrecked, your whole body clenching down instinctively.

your hips jerk slightly, thighs twitching, but chris steadies you with both hands.

“that’s it,” he mutters behind you, voice low and tight. “just like that.”

matt stays still beneath you, letting chris guide everything now, his hands still light on your thighs.

chris thrusts again—slow, deep, smooth—watching your body react to every inch.

“you’re takin’ it so fuckin’ well,” he says, almost to himself, pace unhurried as he rocks into you again.

chris pulls back again—this time a little faster—and sinks back in with more weight, hips pressing hard into yours. the force of it rocks your whole body forward, knocking a sound out of your throat you didn’t mean to make.

then matt shifts beneath you, just slightly, and his hips roll up in sync—deep, slow, and fuck, you feel everything.

your jaw drops. nothing comes out.

chris lets out a low, dark laugh behind you.

“what’s the matter?” he murmurs, hand gripping your waist tighter. “got nothin’ to say now?”

matt thrusts up again, slower, smoother, and your whole body arches—caught between both of them, filled to the brim, tears slipping down your cheeks without you even noticing.

“you were beggin’ for it,” chris keeps going, pace just a bit meaner now, hips snapping forward. “all whiny. now you can’t even speak?”

you try to say something—anything—but your lips just part uselessly, eyes fluttering back as another groan breaks from your chest. “yeah,” chris grits, hips slamming forward again. “that’s what i fuckin’ thought.”

their rhythm starts to sync up, slow and deep but heavier now—every thrust pushing you down harder, every sound you make a little louder.

you’re not even sure what you’re crying for anymore—pleasure, pressure, the sheer stretch of being completely filled. your hands grip the sheets, your thighs burn, and you’re gasping, high-pitched and messy, too gone to care how wrecked you sound.

your body starts shaking—more than before. it’s too much. too deep, too full, too everything.

your moans break into soft sobs, tears slipping faster now as your hands claw uselessly at the sheets. your thighs are trembling, your stomach’s tight, your mind’s slipping.

you cry out again—high, broken—and your whole body clenches, overwhelmed.

chris notices instantly.

his pace doesn’t stop, but his voice drops—rough, but quiet.

“i know, baby,” he mutters, one hand sliding up your back. “i know.”

his fingers curl into your waist, anchoring you as he fucks into you slow and hard, steady as ever.

“you’re takin’ it all. you’re doin’ so good for us.”

your sobs turn to gasps, the pressure building fast, the fullness dizzying. you can’t even answer him—you just nod, desperate and broken and too far gone.

matt shifts beneath you, his hands sliding up gently, steadying your hips as he lifts his head just enough.

then you feel it—his mouth on your chest, lips warm as they close around your nipple.

he sucks softly at first, tongue flicking gently, and your whole body twitches between them.

chris groans behind you as your walls tighten around them both, your back arching from the added pressure, overstimulation crashing over every nerve.

you whimper, a messy, breathless sound, caught between matt’s mouth and chris’s cock—between the stretch, the heat, the sounds, the hands that won’t let you go.

“fuckin’ perfect,” chris mutters through his teeth, pace never faltering. “cryin’ and still takin’ it.”

matt’s hand rubs gently along your side as he keeps mouthing at your nipple—slower, more focused, like he knows it’s pushing you closer to the edge.

chris’s hand slides down the curve of your stomach, slow and certain, until his fingers find your clit—swollen and throbbing, untouched for too long. he rubs in tight circles, fast and unforgiving, like he knows exactly how close you are.

your whole body jerks.

„fuck—” you sob, voice breaking completely. “too—too much—”

“i know, baby,” he grits out behind you, breath ragged. “but you can take it.”

matt’s still beneath you, his mouth hot and wet on your nipple, sucking gently, tongue flicking just right. his hands don’t stop soothing your thighs, grounding you, even as your body starts to fall apart.

you can’t even hold yourself up now—arms shaking, hips twitching uncontrollably as chris rubs your clit faster, the stretch and fullness too intense to even process.

your mouth falls open, but nothing comes out.

you’re right there—on the edge, completely ruined, no thoughts left except please.

your moan breaks out sharp and shaky, louder than before—his name spilling from your lips before you even realize it.

“chris—”

your head turns back toward him, lips parted, eyes glassy and blurred with tears. you try to focus, but the second your gaze meets his—his eyes dark, jaw tight, hand still working your clit in tight circles—your vision shatters.

your eyes roll back, lashes fluttering as your whole body locks up.

you come hard.

your hips jerk, your thighs clamp down, and everything tightens around both of them—deep, stretched, completely filled, the orgasm hitting you like a wave you couldn’t escape if you tried.

chris groans behind you, his fingers still moving even as you sob through it.

“there you go,” he mutters, voice low, proud. “that’s my fuckin’ girl.”

matt stays quiet beneath you, hands steady on your hips, letting you ride it out—letting you fall apart right there in their hands.

your body’s still twitching, aftershocks ripping through you, but neither of them stop.

chris’s hips snap forward again, deeper now, rougher, the slick mess of your orgasm making it easier for him to keep pounding into you. his fingers stay tight on your clit, rubbing through the overstimulation, forcing out every last bit of it.

you sob again, voice high and broken, thighs shaking uncontrollably.

“too much,” you whisper, breathless—but you don’t tell them to stop.

matt groans beneath you, hips rolling up to meet chris’s rhythm, his cock still buried deep, keeping you open and trembling. his lips trail across your chest again, tongue flicking softly against your nipple, sending shocks through your already wrecked body.

“shh,” chris mutters, leaning over you now, his body heavy on your back. “you’re takin’ it. you wanted this, didn’t you?”

you try to speak, but your voice breaks again—just a choked moan, lips parted, fingers clinging to the sheets like they’re the only thing keeping you grounded.

they don’t stop.

not while you’re shaking. not while you’re crying. not while you’re gasping out another sob that turns into a moan halfway through.

you’re gone—and they’re still not finished with you.

your body doesn’t know what to do anymore—every thrust pushes you closer to the edge again, every rub of chris’s fingers against your clit sends sparks flying up your spine.

your mouth opens, but nothing comes out—just high, breathy sounds, too far gone to form words.

“she’s shaking,” matt breathes beneath you, voice tight. “fuck.”

chris growls low behind you, his rhythm getting rougher, deeper—his grip on your hips bruising now as he chases his own release.

you sob, hips stuttering, pressure building fast, too fast—your whole body curling inward, thighs trembling violently.

“don’t stop,” you gasp, barely even meaning to say it.

chris leans in, lips at your ear, voice rough and breathless.

“not gonna, pretty girl—fuckin’ take it.”

and then it hits you.

your whole body locks up, the pressure snapping all at once, your back arching, legs jerking as you cry out. your vision goes white, and you squirt, the release sudden and uncontrollable, soaking both of them as you fall apart completely.

“fuck,” chris groans, hips slamming into you hard one last time as he buries himself deep, coming with a low growl that vibrates through your spine.

matt follows seconds later, a quiet, wrecked sound slipping from his throat as his hips jerk up once, twice, before he stills beneath you.

you collapse between them, body twitching, drenched, overstimulated and wrung out, nothing left but shallow breaths and trembling limbs.

your whole body sags, trembling and soaked, barely able to keep yourself upright. your arms give out first, then your hips drop, legs shaking as you try to breathe through the aftershocks.

chris is the first to pull out—slow, steady, and still panting behind you. you whimper at the feeling, overstimulated and aching, the emptiness sudden and sharp. his hands slide gently down your waist, less rough now, like he’s grounding you through the come-down.

a second later, matt shifts beneath you, sliding out just as carefully. you flinch at the stretch and pressure of losing both of them, body twitching again, so raw and spent you can’t even speak.

you collapse fully onto the bed, your cheek pressed to the sheets, legs parted, everything dripping—ruined in the best way.

chris brushes your hair back, palm heavy on your spine.

“still with us, pretty?”

you nod slowly, eyes closed, breath catching in your throat.

matt’s the first to move.

he slips off the bed without a word, grabbing his shirt, slipping it on. he doesn’t look back, just mutters, “i’ll uh- i’ll let you two chill,” and disappears through the door, quiet as ever.

the second it clicks shut, chris exhales hard through his nose, collapsing beside you with a heavy sigh. his arm drapes over your stomach, hand spreading wide and warm, like he needs you close after watching someone else touch you—even if he allowed it.

you shift, legs still trembling, and mumble, “i have to pee.”

“mhm.” he leans in, lips brushing your shoulder. “go, but come right back.”

you drag yourself up, walking on sore legs as you disappear into the bathroom, the ache between your thighs sharp and sweet.

when you return, he’s already pulled the covers down and flipped the pillow to the cool side. he pats the bed beside him.

you slide in, quiet.

he pulls you in immediately, arm tight around your waist. not a word—just a firm, familiar grip. not soft, but his.

“go to sleep,” he mumbles, voice rough with exhaustion, his breath at your neck.

you do.

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n6ptunova · 2 years ago

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can u do chris bf headcanons

boyfriend headcanons • chris sturniolo

a/n: ofc pookie!! thank you for the request🫶

warnings: none

- chris would try to act a bit more “chill” and “nonchalant” before you guys date, but once it’s official he turns into the sweetest boy ever. he becomes almost soft spoken when it comes to you and you only.

- he goes to you for fashion advice since he can’t really match clothes. you take him shopping and dress him up in a way that he’s comfortable with but also looks so fine. he might even make one of those tiktoks “my style before and after my gf.” he also loves matching with you for sure.

- speaking of clothes, he LOVESSS when you wear his shirts and hoodies. it doesn’t matter if they’re baggy, tight, or well-fitted on you, he just thinks you look so beautiful in his clothes and he thinks it’s cute how giggly you get and how you burry your face in them admiring his lingering scent. he’ll let you keep your fav hoodie of his too.

- he cannot go to sleep without you. we all know how he’s always sleeping in nick and matt’s rooms, but ever since you got together, he only sleeps in his bed, yours, or the couch but you HAVE to be there or else what else is he gonna cuddle??

- his favourite is when he’s the small spoon laying on top of you and resting his head on your chest (not for that reason but it’s def a bonus) and you playing with his hair till he falls asleep. if he wakes up and you’re separated he’ll whine and cuddle closer to you.

- i think it’s a given that he likes when you play with his hair, it’s his weakness fr. but sometimes when you’re bored you start braiding his hair or trying different hairstyles on him like man bun, piggy tails, space buns or your personal favourite half up half down with some strands falling out. he acts like he’s annoyed when you do this but he melts at the feeling of your fingers in his hair.

- he’ll just be looking up with heart eyes at you focusing so hard to perfect the hair style for him and secretly smiling every time you get excited at how cute he looks and the little kisses you cover his face with. he’s so whipped it’s crazy.

- he’s a part of the sassy men apocalypse idc. being in a relationship with chris is mostly joking around and poking fun at each other. so when he’s in a goofy mood and you shrug him off bc you’re busy or not focused he’ll go “oh so you don’t love me anymore?? i see.”

- “babe literally what’s more important than me rn this is insanity.” you always call each other bro but when hes feeling sassy and you call him bro he’ll say, “are you bro/friend zoning me rn. what the fuck.” and sometimes he doesn’t even respond and just crosses his arms dramatically looking away until you say his name or “babe/baby”

- he takes pictures of things he noted you like before eg. the sky, sunsets, flowers, cats, etc. and sends them to you bc it reminds him of you and he knows how excited you get over them.

- he’s a mama’s boy i stand by that, so it’s important for him that you get along with mary lou, which you do! mary lou loves you so much he starts to get jealous of both of you because you’re “stealing” his mom and you’re spending more time with her that chris starts to miss you.

- i feel like in general chris is a bit touch deprived, like in vids he’s always reaching for his brothers’ hands or resting on them, hugging them, leaning on them when laughing etc. now that he has you, you get all these little touches, playing with your fingers subconsciously, tracing circles on your thighs occasionally squeezing it, rests his arms on your shoulder when you’re standing somewhere, always hugging and kissing you on the cheek, forhead, corner of your lips, and even boops your nose sometimes 😭.

- he definitely is always looking at you with loving heart eyes all the time that fans start to make edits of “the way he looks at you” and you both eat them up.

- when he’s sick he turns into a literal child, you have to baby him or else you’ll never hear the end of his whining and complaining. but it’s okay bc when you’re sick he does the same.

- overall that man is just whipped for you fr and his brothers tease him for it sometimes but he doesn’t care (he literally punches their arm almost every time and tells them to shut up but we move!)

#chris sturniolo #christopher sturniolo #chris sturniolo x reader #christopher sturniolo x reader #sturniolo x reader #matt sturniolo x reader #sturniolo triplets #matt sturniolo #nick sturniolo #chris sturniolo fanfic #chris sturniolo fluff #chris sturniolo fic #chris sturniolo headcanon #n6ptunova

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PARTNER

𝐦𝐚𝐢𝐧-𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

cute lil fic 💋

there is some until dawn characters in this ;-;

content: ellie x fem reader, enemies to lovers, ellie catches feelings first, reader is lowk a bitch in the middle. r!receiving.

warnings: adult themes, smut, idk

extra: use of 𖤐 for readers name bc i don’t like y/n. a little ooc with some characters but idc, for example ellie would not be friends with mike😭😭🙏🏼 but it’s just for the plot LOL.

lowercase intended

you never really liked ellie, the two have you have never been friends nor did you want to be. it was hard to avoid each other since the two of you shared the same friends — but it didn’t bother you too much to be in the same room together

you’d been partnered up with ellie to go on patrol, however you had overslept leading it to banging on your front door in attempts to get you to wake up.

“god wake the fuck up! there’s no way you’re still sleeping, we should have already left!” ellie shouts through your front door, clearly aggravated. the door does open but ellie was confused to be greeted by someone that wasn’t you.

instead of simply opening the door, matt swings it wide, his disoriented expression suggesting he'd just woken up, clearly startled by the shouting.

ellie looked up at matt, clearly annoyed. "where's 𖤐?" she said bluntly, crossing her arms over her chest. he rubs his eyes, blinking in confusion. "oh, hey ellie, man." he mutters, extending his hand for their usual handshake.

ellie looks at matt's hand, before looking back up at him and rolling her eyes. she doesn't do the handshake, which is unlike her. "where is she?" she asks again, more demanding this time. she was in a pissy mood.

her looks momentarily taken aback by her sharp tone. rude demeanour "she's asleep. why? are you good?" she sighs, getting more frustrated. "yeah, i’m fine…just- wake her up, will you? we’ve got patrol.”

“yeah, okay- but- seriously man, you okay?”

ellie sighs, leaning against the doorframe and looking away from matt

"it's nothing. i just have a lot on my mind, that's all."

"whatever you say, man." he mutters, closing the door behind him. two minutes later, the door creaks open again, revealing you, still half-asleep. your eyes struggle to open as you try to focus on her, you’re wearing a white tank top and small black shorts that you slept in the night before. rubbing your eyes, you glance up at her and murmur, "hey."

ellie's eyes look you up and down as she sees your outfit. she tries to keep her eyes from wandering and she looks away, trying to act like she wasn't checking you out.

"you finally decided to wake up." she said in a sarcastic tone.

“mhm.” you mutter, still clearly tired from being woken up.

ellie couldn't help but steal another glance at your body. she cursed herself in her head for letting her eyes wander again. “are you gonna get dressed or what?" she asked, trying to hide the fact that she was struggling to look away from you. "uh, what are we doing?" you ask, your voice thick with sleep, still struggling to fully wake.

ellie takes a deep breath, forcing herself to focus on the task at hand. "we're going on patrol. so get your lazy ass dressed and let's go." you look at her for a second, processing what she said "ohhh, yeah," you mumble, closing the door once more. ten minutes later, it creaks open again, and this time, you're dressed and looking much more presentable.

ellie looks at you again, her eyes scanning your body for a brief moment before she snaps out of it. she gives you a nod of approval, attempting to act nonchalant.

"finally. let's go."

"bye, matt!" you call out into the house before quickly shutting the door behind you. matt's voice can be heard shouting back from inside the house."bye! don't die!"

“oh.” you say.

ellie rolls her eyes again at matt's words, shaking her head "ignore him. he's an idiot." she says, beginning to walk away from your house and towards the main gates to leave. you nod and jog a little to catch up to her. the guards let you out and you leave, you walk into the forest, ready to clear any infected you see and make your way to the next look out.

ellie leads the way through the forest, walking in silence. she steals glances at you occasionally, her eyes always lingering a little too long before she looks away again.

ellie clears her throat, breaking the silence.

"soo... how was your night?" she asks, trying to make conversation. she was struggling to keep her eyes off you, but she knew she had to try to act normal. you look at her, confused, wondering why she’s suddenly trying to make conversation when the two of you have never really been friendly in the past.

“if you’re asking why matt was there, nothing happened.” you say bluntly.

something did happen — but she didn’t need to know that.

she was friends with mike, your ex, and you didn’t need her going back and telling mike that matt was at your house.

ellie lets out a small sigh of relief, a bit of tension leaving her body. she wasn't exactly thrilled at the thought of you being alone with matt.

"okay, good. i was just curious." she said, trying to sound casual.

“good?” you repeat.

ellie mentally cursed herself for letting her words slip. she hadn't meant to sound possessive, but it had come out that way.

“i just... i mean, it's not a big deal or anything. i was just asking." she quickly tried to cover up her slip up.

"well, no," you begin, rambling, your words tumbling out in a rush. "it's just... i know you're close with mike, and I don't want you running back to him saying matt stayed over at my house when i'm not anything with either of them anymore." you trail off, clearly stressed and trying to make sense of it all.

ellie clenches her jaw, feeling a pang of jealousy at the mention of mike. “i’m not going to run back and tell anyone anything." she says defensively, trying to hide her annoyance.

"sure." you scoff, clearly not believing her.

ellie rolls her eyes again, her frustration growing. “why are you being so defensive about this? It's not like I care who stays over at your house." she lies, knowing full well that she does care.

“ok but mike does, he’s my ex—he’ll be mad, and he’s your friend so you would tell him, it’s common sense.” you reply hastily. ellie sighs, knowing that you were right. mike would be pissed if he found out that matt stayed over at your house. especially since matt was a problem in the relationship when you and mike dated. since matt is another one of your exes. but we don’t need to get into that.

“fine, maybe I would tell him. but it's not like he has any right to be mad. you're not with him anymore." she replies

“just because he doesn’t have any right to be mad doesn’t mean he won’t be mad.” you say clearly annoyed by her naive answer. ellie stops walking and turns to face you, her expression a mix of irritation and something else. “why do you care what mike thinks? you're not with him anymore, remember? you don't owe him anything."

"yeah, but it's just drama," you sigh, frustration creeping into your voice. "mike had a problem with matt when we were dating because i’m friends with matt, and matt’s my ex. so, if mike found out matt stayed over, it would just start an argument. I just can’t be fucking bothered" you frown, getting increasingly upset that she keeps pushing the topic.

she laughs mockingly, crossing her arms over her chest. "so you're just going to let mike dictate who you can and can't have over? that’s bullshit."

"surprised you're not defending him," you say, looking up at her. "you always do when he's around." you narrow your eyes, wondering why she’s challenging you instead of automatically defending her best friend. ellie looks away, feeling a pang of guilt. she knew you were right, she always defended mike no matter what he did or said. "i'm not always defending him." she mumbled, knowing full well that she was.

“you are.”

ellie sighs again, running a hand through her hair in frustration. “okay.” she pauses “maybe i do. but it's not because i agree with everything he says. i just... i don't know. he's my friend, my best friend and I want to support him."

you scoff. “right.” you nod sarcastically, showing you think she’s full of shit.

ellie rolls her eyes again, starting to get annoyed with your tone. “what's that supposed to mean?" she asks, her voice slightly sharp. “what’s what supposed to mean” you reply.

she glares at you, her patience wearing thin. “you keep saying 'right' like you don't believe me—like you think i'm a complete idiot for defending mike."

you chuckle. “well you are.”

ellie clenches her fists, her anger flaring up. "oh, so now i'm an idiot? because i care about my friend?"

“oh my god!” you throw your hands up in the air “i don't care what you do all im saying is don't go running back to mike saying shit”

she takes in a deep breath, trying to calm herself down. "i won't, okay? i’m not gonna tell mike about matt staying over, but you have to understand that i'm not going to stop being friends with him just because you don't like him."

“when did i ever say stop being friends with him?” you snap

she looks at you, slightly confused. "you just implied it. you keep saying that i always defend him and that I'm stupid for it. it just sounds like you don't want me to be friends with him."

you pull a confused face “you and i aren’t even friends! why would i care who you’re friends with?”

you both stay silent for a moment

until you speak up “look, you and i aren’t ever gonna be friends and we’re obviously never gonna like each other and that’s fine.”

ellie feels a pang of disappointment at your words. she had been trying to deny it, but deep down she knew that you were right. she didn't like you, and you didn't like her.

“yeah, i know. enemies, like you said.”

ellie sighs again, looking away from you. there was a strange tension between you two, a mixture of annoyance and something else that she couldn't quite put her finger on.

"can we just... get back to patrol? we’ve got a job to do."

you and ellie finish up patrol and head back to jackson. having neither one of you spoken a word since your little argument earlier.

the two of you walk through the jackson gates, both of you still feeling the tension from earlier. the sun is starting to set, casting a warm orange glow over the town.

"finally, we're done." ellie says, relieved to be back. she stretches her arms above her head, trying to ease the stiffness in her muscles.

“yep.” you say bluntly, then walking off in the direction of your house, your boots treading in the snow as you walked.

the next day your friends were chilling and drinking at dina’s house, and unsurprisingly, ellie was there too.

ellie is sitting on the couch, sipping a drink, being more quiet than usual. she glances around the room, noticing that everyone is having a good time. however, she can't help but feel a bit on edge. she looks over at you, trying to gauge your mood.

ellie notices that you seem to be deep in thought, your eyes fixed on the wall in front of you. she debates whether or not to approach you, not wanting to push you too hard. she decides to give you some space for now, but keeps an eye on you from across the room.

as the night goes on, ellie can't shake the feeling that something is off with you. she's used to you being more outgoing and talkative, but tonight you're quieter than usual. she finally decides to get up and make her way over to you.

she takes a seat next to you on the couch, trying to sound casual.

“hey, you good?”

you snap out of your thoughts then an annoyed expression takes over your face “why’re you being nice to me all of a sudden. what do you want.”

ellie is taken aback by your bluntness, but she tries to hide her surprise.

“i'm not being nice, i was just checking on you. is that a crime?”

you scoff “you’re never nice to me.”

she rolls her eyes, a hint of defensiveness in her voice.“i’m nice to you sometimes. we just... obviously don't get along that well."

“so keep it that way then.”

ellie clenches her jaw, frustration building up inside her. she can't believe how stubborn you're being.

"you know what? forget it. i don't know why i even bothered."

she gets up from the couch and walks away, leaving you alone once again.

ellie joins the others, trying to distract herself from the tension between you two. she chats with jesse and dina, but her mind keeps wandering back to you. she can't help but feel like she did something wrong, even though she was just trying to be friendly.

as the night continues, ellie finds herself stealing glances at you every now and then. she sees you laughing and joking with the others, but she can't shake the feeling that something is still off.

she can't understand why you always push her away. she thought maybe you two were starting to get along, but it seems like every time she tries to get closer, you shut her out.

her mind stops racing suddenly as cat, her ex, sits down next to her

ellie is caught off guard as cat takes a seat next to her. they had broken up a while ago, and ellie had been avoiding her since then.

cat smiles at her, trying to act casual.

"hey, ellie. how've you been?"

ellie forces a smile, trying to be polite despite her discomfort. “i’ve been good. just been chilling, you know." she glances over at you, wondering if you're watching them. she feels a pang of guilt for some reason.

you cast a sharp glance at cat, your face twisting in distaste. the tension between the two of you had always been palpable, a silent feud that had never quite dissipated.

cat notices your glare and rolls her eyes. she's never liked you either, and the feeling is mutual.

ellie sees the exchange between you two and sighs. she knows that you and cat have a history of disliking each other, and she wishes you would just get along.

cat turns back to ellie, ignoring your glare.

"so, any plans for the weekend?"

ellie shrugs, still feeling uneasy. "not really. just the usual patrol and chores. nothing exciting." she tries to keep the conversation light, but her mind is still on you and the tension between you all.

cat's sharp gaze flickers over to ellie, noticing the distant look in her eyes. she raises an eyebrow, her voice laced with curiosity.

"you seem off. something bothering you?"

ellie pauses, a brief flicker of uncertainty crossing her features. she weighs the decision in her mind—whether to confide in cat or keep her thoughts to herself.

ellie sighs again, deciding to be honest. "it's just... i don't know. things have been weird lately. between you and me, and... well, with her." she gestures subtly in your direction, hoping cat will understand who she's referring to.

"𖤐?” cat’s brow furrows in confusion before she lets out a short, incredulous laugh. "what about her?"

ellie nods, her cheeks flushing slightly with embarrassment. "yeah, her. i don’t know what’s going on with her. she’s been acting... weird. meaner than usual. it's like something’s off, but i can’t figure out what."

cat scoffs, her tone blunt as she leans back slightly.

"well, yeah, because she doesn’t like you." she says, as if stating the obvious.

ellie frowns, feeling a pang of hurt at cat's words. “yeah, i know she doesn't like me. but i thought maybe we were getting somewhere. i thought we could at least be civil."

cat rolls her eyes, clearly unimpressed by ellie’s hesitance. "honestly, i wouldn’t bother trying to befriend her. she’s always been difficult to deal with." she says, her tone laced with frustration.

ellie bites her lip, torn. she knows cat has a point, that you can be difficult, but there’s something about you—something she can’t quite put her finger on—that keeps pulling her in, making her want to understand you despite everything.

cat catches the conflicted expression on ellie’s face, her eyebrow arching skeptically. "you're not seriously thinking about being friends with her after all this time of you two at fucking each other's throats?”

ellie looks away, her gaze drifting to the floor as her mind churns with indecision. she knows she shouldn’t try and create a friendship with you, considering the two of you have never liked each other and never planned on liking each other, but—something deep inside her won’t let go of the pull she feels toward you.

"i'm not—" she murmurs, her voice barely above a whisper. "i just... i don’t know. there’s something about her that makes me want to keep trying. i mean- we’re all in the same friend group; we’re not little kids anymore we should be able to be grown and be civil with each other—friends even. and that goes for you and her too.”

cat scoffs, shaking her head with a mix of frustration and disbelief. "you're too nice for your own good, ellie. she’s not worth it. trust me, i’ve known her long enough. she’s just going to keep pushing you away."

ellie sighs, the weight of cat’s words sinking in. she knows deep down that cat was probably right—that you’ve built walls so high it seems pointless to try and break them down. but still, there’s something inside her, a gut feeling that there’s more to you than the cold exterior you show the world. and for some reason, she can't shake it.

the conversation is interrupted as jesse calls out to ellie, asking her to join him for a game of cards.

ellie looks at cat apologetically before getting up to join jesse. she glances back at you one last time, her mind still racing with thoughts about your relationship.

as the night goes on, ellie tries to focus on the game and the conversations around her, but her thoughts keep drifting back to you. she can't help but wonder why you're being so difficult, and why she feels so drawn to you despite your attitude.

she glances at you again, noticing that you're talking and laughing with the others, but you don't seem to be paying much attention to her.

after a while, ellie excuses herself from the game and heads outside for some fresh air. she needs a moment to clear her head and think things through. she leans against the wall, staring up at the sky as she tries to make sense of her feelings. why does she care so much about someone who clearly doesn't want anything to do with her?

"that’s cute.” a voice cuts through the tension, causing ellie to jump in surprise. she turns quickly, only to see you standing behind her, a smirk tugging at the corners of your lips.

before she can respond, you casually close dina’s front door, the sound echoing through the quiet. without missing a beat, you drop to the ground, sitting in the snow and crossing your legs, taking in the cold air with a quiet exhale.

ellie jumps slightly at the sound of your voice, not expecting you to come outside. she quickly wipes away the heart she drew and turns to face you, trying to act casual.

"what’re you doing out here?" she asks, trying to hide her surprise.

"needed some air." you say, your gaze flicking over to ellie as you settle into the snow, your tone surprisingly casual. you seem unfazed, as if the cold doesn't bother you in the slightest.

ellie nods, looking at you as you sit in the snow. she can't help but notice how peaceful you look, with the moonlight illuminating your face.

"yeah, me too."

there's an awkward silence between you two, both of you unsure of what to say.

"who’s the heart for? cat?" you ask, the words laced with a hint of sarcasm, though there’s an edge of genuine curiosity in your voice as you glance toward ellie.

"what? no, it’s not for cat." ellie snaps defensively, her cheeks flushing slightly as she shifts uncomfortably. she wasn’t expecting that question, and it stirs something she wasn’t quite ready to confront.

“but she’s your ex isn’t she?” you say, challenging her.

ellie sighs, knowing that there's no point in denying it. "yeah, she is. but it's not like that anymore. we broke up a while ago."

“so who then?” you push the subject, genuinely curious.

ellie looks away, her cheeks flushing slightly. she's not used to being so vulnerable, especially with you. "i... i don't know. no one important, i guess." she can't bring herself to admit that the heart was for you. she's afraid of what you'll think, of how you'll react. she was supposed to hate you—she always hated you, she didn’t know why just today she had a sudden change of heart.

you scoff “what?”

ellie looks at you, annoyed by your reaction. "what do you mean, 'what'? i just told you it's for someone who isn't important." she crosses her arms, feeling defensive.

"if they weren't important why would you have done it?" you ask, a sharp edge to your voice, frustration creeping through. you can’t quite mask the annoyance at her secrecy—it’s clear she’s holding something back, and it's starting to get under your skin.

ellie rolls her eyes, trying to keep her cool. "because i was bored, okay? i just felt like drawing something in the snow. it doesn't mean anything."

she knows that she's lying, but she doesn't want to admit the truth. she doesn't want to admit that the heart was for you, that she's been thinking about you more than she should be.

the two of you say silent.

ellie lets out an exasperated sigh. “why do you even care who the heart was for?" she's starting to get irritated with your questioning, feeling like you're picking at her for no reason

“i don’t. i was just asking, is that a fucking crime?" you snap back, your irritation rising as you glare at her. "jeez." you mutter, clearly fed up with her attitude, the tension between you both thickening.

ellie clenches her jaw, trying to control her temper.

"no, it's not a crime. but you're being really pushy about it."

she looks at you once more, her eyes narrowing slightly. "why are you even out here again? shouldn't you be inside with everyone else?"

“needed some fresh air, like i said” you say frustratedly

ellie nods, feeling a bit guilty for snapping at you. "right… sorry. i didn't mean to get all defensive." she takes a deep breath, trying to calm herself down. "i just... i don't know. you're always so difficult to talk to."

"what’s that supposed to mean?" you ask, confusion flickering across your face, quickly replaced by offense. you hadn’t expected her to react like that, and now you're left questioning her tone, wondering if there's more behind her words than she's letting on.

ellie shrugs, feeling a mix of frustration and confusion. "it means exactly what it sounds like. you're always such a fucking bitch and just- so rude, like you don't want to be around me."

she looks at you, her eyes searching yours for any sign of emotion.

"we’ve never been friends," you say, your voice tinged with confusion as you try to make sense of what she's getting at. "why are you acting like this is some kind of big deal?" the words feel sharper now, a mix of frustration and genuine confusion.

ellie sighs, a deep, quiet disappointment settling in her chest. “i know that," she admits, her voice soft. "but i thought maybe... i don't know, maybe we could be."

she gazes down at the snow, tracing small patterns with her fingers.

"but you always push me away. every time i actually do try to be nice you always pick a fight." the words hang in the air, the raw honesty in them unmistakable.

you stay silent for a moment then speak up “you’re mean to me too, I thought maybe you’d grown up and we could just be civil but no you always have to be a bitch.”

ellie's eyes widen in surprise at your words. she wasn't expecting you to call her out like that. "i'm not a bitch," she protests, her voice rising slightly. "i just... i don't know how to talk to you. you always act like you hate me."

“you are—and you have literally said, multiple times on, multiple occasions that you hate me” you huff

ellie looks away, feeling a mix of guilt and defensiveness. "okay, fine. i have said that i hate you. but it's not because i do. it's because you make it so fucking hard to like you." she turns back to face you, her expression softening slightly. "you're always so… i’dunno.. cold? and standoffish. you never let anyone in."

“well maybe because they’re all bitches like you.” you laugh as a flash of annoyance creeps into your expression.

ellie flinches at your words, feeling like you just punched her in the gut. "you know what? forget it. i don't know why i even bothered trying to talk to you." she stands up, brushing the snow off her pants. "cat was right. you are impossible to deal with. i don't know why i thought you would ever change."

you scoff, the words leaving your mouth with clear frustration. "you're such a bitch!" rising to your feet, you fix her with a glare, your eyes intense and full of resolve.

ellie clenches her fists, trying to hold back her anger. "and you're such a stuck up one at that! you think you're so much fucking better than everyone else!" she takes a step closer to you, her eyes blazing with frustration.

ellie stares back at you, her chest heaving with anger. She can feel the tension between you two growing stronger with each passing second.

“what? cat got your tongue?" she snaps, her voice dripping with sarcasm.

you shove her away, the tension in your chest snapping as you storm back into dina's house. the door slams behind you, and you take the stairs two at a time, your heart pounding in your chest. ellie’s footsteps echo behind you, relentless, but your friends are too lost in their drunken haze to even notice the storm brewing between you two.

you can almost hear their laughter and slurred chatter, distant and hollow, as you reach the top of the stairs, alone with your thoughts and the weight of what just happened.

ellie follows you up the stairs, her anger fueling her steps. she's determined to get the last word in. “i wasn’t fucking finished talking to you!" she demands, catching up to you in the hallway.

you storm into the guest bedroom, the anger surging through you like a tidal wave. without a second thought, you slam the door behind you, the sharp bang echoing in the quiet house.

your breath comes in heavy, controlled bursts as you try to shake off the fury bubbling beneath your skin. you can hear her muffled voice from the other side, but you don’t care. she’s pushed you too far this time.

ellie grits her teeth as the door slams in her face. she stands outside the door, debating whether to barge in or walk away.

after a moment of hesitation, she reaches for the doorknob and tries to open the door.

“what do you want?!” you shout.

ellie pushes the door open and steps into the room, closing it behind her. she crosses her arms, her eyes narrowing at you. "i want to talk to you. you can't just fucking storm off like that and leave me hanging."

“you’re a bitch! that’s all there is to it!” you reply starting to get aggravated.

ellie lets out a frustrated growl, her patience wearing thin. "no you’re a fucking bitch! you know what? i'm done trying to be nice to you. you’re a brat! you don't deserve it."

“oh fuck off!” you scoff, trying to push past her

ellie takes a step closer to you, blocking your way and her voice rising. "no, you fuck off! I've had enough of your attitude. you're always so fucking difficult to deal with!"

“i don’t care what you think!” you snap, your voice rising with the heat of your anger. the words taste bitter on your tongue, a mix of frustration and hurt. every insult she threw at you feels like a weight pressing down harder, but you refuse to let it break you. you stand there, chest heaving, every muscle taut, as the tension between you simmers.

ellie clenches her fists, her anger boiling over. "oh, you don't care? that's fucking rich coming from someone who can't even bother to be civil for five minutes." she takes another step closer, closing the distance between you.

you scoff, looking her in the eye, “you’re the most aggravating fucking bitch I have ever fucking met”

ellie's face reddens with anger.

"and you're the most fucking insufferable bitch i’ve ever had the displeasure of knowing!" she's standing so close to you now, her chest almost touching yours.

you stand there, frozen in the moment, the sting of her insult lingering in the air between you. for a heartbeat, the world seems to pause, but then, something shifts inside you. without thinking, driven by a surge of defiance and emotion, you step forward and crash your lips against hers.

ellie's eyes widen in shock as your lips touch hers. she freezes for a moment, her mind racing to catch up with what's happening. but then, her body seems to take over and she finds herself kissing you back.

you pull away, your breath shallow, the heat of the moment still lingering. “fuck—sorry, i don’t know why i did that—” before you can finish, she interrupts, her voice sharp and cutting through the tension.

“shut up.”

ellie presses her body against yours, her lips crashing against yours in a heated kiss. she kisses you with a mixture of anger and passion, her hands still holding onto your wrists tightly.

ellie breaks the kiss, her breathing heavy as she looks at you with a mix of desire and annoyance. "you're such a pain in the ass, you know that?"

“could say the same to you,” you mutter under your breath, the words more challenging than you intend. without waiting for her response, you find yourself kissing her again—this time, more urgent and reckless, as if the world outside no longer matters.

ellie melts into the kiss, her hands letting go of your wrists and wrapping around your waist instead. she pulls you closer, her body flush against yours as she deepens the kiss.

“fuck… take these off” she pants, as she takes your bottoms off.

she pushes you onto the bed, her eyes filled with a hungry desire. she quickly straddles you, her hands roaming over your body as she begins to undress you more.

“take that off.” you say, tugging at the hem of her flannel.

she smirks at your command, her fingers slowly undoing the buttons of her shirt. she takes her time, enjoying the way you're watching her every move.

"patience, 𖤐.”

ellie lets her shirt fall open, revealing her toned stomach and the curve of her breasts. she tosses the shirt aside and leans down, her lips brushing against your ear. “you like what you see?"

ellie grins at your response, her hand trailing down your stomach and stopping just above the waistband of your underwear.

"good. because i’m about to show you how fucking angry you made me earlier."

“please fuck me” you whine, looking up at her.

ellie's eyes darken with lust at your plea. she hooks her fingers under the waistband and slowly pulls down your underwear, exposing you completely to her gaze.

ellie takes a moment to admire you, her eyes roaming over your body hungrily. she runs her hands up your thighs, her touch sending shivers down your spine.

"so pretty," she whispers, her voice low and sultry. “who knew a fucking bitch like you could be so pretty, huh?”

ellie leans down and presses a kiss to your inner thigh, her lips trailing up towards your core.

she positions herself between your legs, her breath hot against your skin.

“please.” you mumble.

"since you asked so nicely.

ellie begins to tease you, her tongue slowly tracing patterns along your inner thighs. she can feel your body trembling beneath her touch, and it only fuels her desire to please you even more.

ellie finally reaches your center, her tongue flicking over your clit. she takes her time, alternating between slow and fast strokes, savoring the way you moan and gasp in response.

“fuuck.”

ellie's pace quickens, her tongue moving faster and more insistently against your clit. she can feel you getting closer to the edge, your body tensing and shaking beneath her.

“you like that?”

all you can do is moan in response, ellie doesn't let up, her tongue relentless as she pushes you closer and closer to the edge. she looks up at you, her eyes dark with desire, and murmurs against your skin.

"cum for me baby."

ellie smiles at your reaction, feeling your body tense up as you reach your climax. she continues to work you through it, licking and sucking until you're completely spent.

she barley gives you time to catch your breath before she slides two fingers into your soaking folds.

ellie watches your reaction intently as she slides her fingers inside you, enjoying the way your eyes flutter shut and your breath hitches in your throat.

"atta girl" she whispers, slowly pumping her fingers in and out of you. ellie picks up the pace, her fingers curling and hitting just the right spot inside you.

she leans in and kisses your neck, her lips trailing down to your collarbone. "you're so tight," she murmurs against your skin. "can feel you clenching around my fucking fingers.”

ellie adds a third finger, stretching you even further. she starts to move her hand faster, her thumb rubbing against your clit in tight circles.

“fuck fuck fuck.”

ellie grins at your repeated curses, her fingers working you relentlessly. she can feel you getting close again, your walls starting to flutter around her fingers.

"that's it, baby," she coos. "let go for me."

“fuck— faster- please ellie.”

ellie obliges, increasing the speed of her fingers even more. she's practically pounding into you now, her hand moving at a frantic pace.

"you're such a needy little thing," she says, her voice dripping with lust. "begging for me to go faster."

“fuckkk, ellie” you moan.

ellie smirks at the sound of her name on your lips. she loves the way you say it, the way it sounds like a plea and a prayer all at once. "say it again," she demands, her fingers curling deeper inside you.

you moan again, even loader “mmh- fuck! ellie!”

ellie leans down and captures your lips in a bruising kiss, her tongue tangling with yours as she continues to finger you mercilessly. "that's it," she whispers against your mouth.

“fuckkk ‘ts too much” you say, feeling overstimulated from being so filled up.

ellie chuckles darkly, not slowing down her pace at all.

"oh, you can take it," she says, her fingers working you even harder. "i know you can.”

ellie can feel you starting to clench around her fingers again, your body on the verge of another orgasm. she leans in close, her breath hot against your ear.

“fuck— shit, fuck i’m gonna-”

ellie feels you tighten around her fingers, your body arching off the bed as you reach your climax. she keeps her fingers moving, helping you ride out your orgasm until you're completely spent.

once you're done, she slowly pulls her fingers out and licks them clean, savoring the taste of you on her tongue.

she smirks and lays down beside you, pulling you into her arms. she strokes your hair gently, letting you catch your breath.

“we should… probably get back downstairs with the others.” you say breathlessly.

“good idea.”

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