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content: FREAKSHIT, hand kink, public sex, face slapping, praising, pet names, rubbing matt’s cum on readers lips, finger sucking, fingering, p in v, mouth spitting, dry humping, hair pulling, mentions of man handling, badly written smut, not proofread unfortunately.

wc: 1.6k

the party

matt’s hands always had you in a chokehold. right now, the two of you were at a party. the host was matt’s best friend, nate, so you couldn’t just make him leave. you watched him as held his drink, talking to some other people. your eyes locked onto his grip against the classic red drinking cup he was holding. his fingers were so long and slender, not to mention his nails were painted black and he had his classic silver rings on. matt clearly picked up on the staring since his hand snaked onto your thigh, his touch soft but firm. thankfully, the party was in the bar because before you knew it, matt’s fingers were rubbing circles onto your clothed clit. you silently were so glad you two were sitting in a booth. matt kept the same face as he continued to talk to nate and his other friend, eddie. he switched his fingers around, he pulled your panties to the side after pulling your skirt up around your hips. you should’ve told him to stop, nate and eddie were right there, they could’ve seen but you didn’t really care. he dipped his middle finger inside, letting his thumb rub your clit. he fingered you slowly but enough to make you feel good. this wasn’t the first time matt pulled this, but every time you struggled to keep a straight face. he added another finger easily due to how soaked you were. the little subtle smirk on his face killed you. it wasn’t long before your thighs pressed together as you came onto his fingers, wetting your skirt a bit. “what’s that?” matt pointed with his other hand. as nate and eddie looked away, he locked eyes with you while he licked you off his fingers.

vanilla ice cream

you and matt stopped by a ice cream shop and of course he waited to eat his until he got home. “matt i told you it was gonna melt.” you said slightly annoyed. you were sitting in his bed with him meaning the ice cream was dripping everywhere. he took two fingers and slid up some of the ice cream that dripped. he slipped them into his mouth, licking them clean. okay, maybe you weren’t annoyed anymore. he reached down, picking up more. you stopped his hand halfway to his mouth, guiding them into yours. your tongue swirled over his fingers, sucking them slightly. “needy for my hands, again?” he mocked. you pulled off once you were sure they were clean. matt put them in his mouth before taking them out after he made sure they were coated in his own saliva. he picked up more ice cream, this time from his cone. “open, baby.” he whispered, putting his two fingers up to your lips. without hesitation you opened, letting them slip into your mouth with ease. you did the same as before, but instead of him pulling them out he pushed them deeper, hitting the back of your throat. you gagged, looking up at him. the same smirk he always had creeped back onto his face. his fingers retreated but only to grab a fistful of your hair, tugging on it. his grip was firm but not hurtful. his lips pressed into yours, letting his tongue explore your mouth. his thumb came up, grabbing your chin causing your mouth to open. your eyes push open to see the sight of him spitting in your mouth. “swallow.” he demanded, though his tone was laced with softness. you did as he said — your mouth closed and you swallowed, flashing him a smile afterwards. the both of his hands found your hips pushing you onto his lap to straddle him. as soon as you were on top you felt him. his dick was straining against the fabric of his jeans. “need you.” your words were so quiet he could barely hear them, but he did. he started by pushing you back by your hips then dragging you forward again. after you got the rhythm he took the same two fingers as before and shoved him past your lips. your hips instantly started to go faster as you sunk deeper onto him. drool was starting to pool at your lips, letting some drip down your chin. the familiar feeling pooled in your stomach as you kept going faster. “you close, baby?” he asked. you responded with a eager nod. in one swift motion he had you on your back with him on top of you. “not yet.” he smiled.

chapstick

matt drove his brothers to target, obviously you went with them, you always did. on the way nick and matt got into a argument causing him to stay in the car just to be petty. you didn’t mind though, you stayed with him. you were scrolling through spotify to pick a song before you felt it. his hand found your thigh. it was a common gesture he did all the time but he just got his nails done. they were clear with silver stars in the middle. “matt.” you smiled. he responded with a returned smile. he looked into the mostly empty parking lot, the only cars were away from us. the only light that could be seen was coming from the a few lampposts and the moon. “what all did they need?” you asked with the same smile on your face. “enough for us to finish.” you opened your mouth to talk but got cut off by matt moving to the back seat. “are we really doing this?”

so that’s how you ended up here. you were on all fours with matt plowing into you from behind. your knees were pressed into the soft leather fabric of his back seats. he didn’t leave you any time for adjusting to his size, the burning sensation felt oddly good. his slender fingers wrap around your mouth, keeping your whiny moans quiet. without hesitation he flipped you over on your back, slipping back inside of you. the hand on your mouth left for a moment just to give you a small slap across the face earning a small breathless moan from you. “you like that, pretty girl?” matt kept his rapid pace as you answer his question with a moan, he didn’t accept that though. another slap was placed across your face, on the other side this time. “yes, feels so good.” you choked out. again, a slap hit your face, softer this time, you were silently thanking him for not wearing his rings since he had his nail appointment. you didn’t know what got into matt but you fucking loved every second of it. “you love my fingers huh, baby?” he said, dragging two fingers across your soaked cunt, making sure the tips were glossy. you opened your mouth to answer him but instead you were met with his fingers running over your lips, smearing your own juices on you. “matt, please.” you whine out. “please what?” he dipped his fingers past your lips. “wanna cum.” you hardly spit out due to his fingers in your mouth. he pulled them out and gave you what you wanted. he sped up his pace trying to hurry before chris and nick came back. after a few more thrusts his dick started twitching around your tightening walls. “fuck, baby.” he moaned as you let yourself go underneath him. he rode you through your high before pulling out and releasing on your clit. the car was filled with the small moans of the both of you, causing the windows to slowly steam up. he picked some of your mixed cum up before wiping it on your lips. “new chapstick?” he smirked, making you roll your eyes even though there was no real annoyance behind it.

nightly ride

your alarm clock flashed 1am in red numbers. for the past two hours you tried everything to fall asleep. the only thing you could focus on was the aching tension between your legs. being a influencers girlfriend, you see a lot of edits. all day your stupid fyp was loaded with clips of matts hand. you tried to push the creeping feeling down but you couldn’t. you crept your hand down, pushing it past the waistband of your panties, easily finding your soaked bud. you kept your mouth shut, trying to not let a whine slip as you pressed on your clit. your mind replayed the thoughts of how easily matt could pick you up, move you around, how big his hands looks on you. your trail of thought got cut off by matt’s sudden stirring. “baby?” your neck snapped to him as he spoke. “are you?” he asked, rubbing his tired eyes. you pressed your lips together in a line, letting out a hum of embarrassment. “tell me what you want.” his voice still gruff from sleep. “your hands…” came out as a mumble. matt sat up, delicately taking off your panties as if you were fragile. “go ahead n’ use em, needy girl.” and you did what you did best, you listened to him. his rings came off smoothly. you grabbed his hand, guiding his index and middle finger to your slick folds. easily, you pushed the two inside you, earning a small gasp from you and a smirk from him. your hips bucked up, using his fingers as your own toy. he cooed your through your soft whines. “that feel good?” a eager nod always forms from you. he curved his fingers causing a twitch to overcome your body. “feels so good.” you murmured. with the tightening grip of your cunt and the rapid breathless moans coming from your lips, matt knew you were close. “cum for me, needy.” with his encouragement you continued to use his fingers. you changed positions, you’re now sitting up on your legs, riding his fingers. it should’ve been embarrassing, even a tiny bit, but you felt too good to care. your eyes squeezed shut as your climax came. “good girl.” matt praised as he took his fingers out and licked one of them. the other finger, the index, was brought to your mouth, letting you suck your own release.

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ꕀ birdie hates thunderstorms, but she'll always leave the window open for chris.

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note: reaaaally subtle future lore drop in this. started this a while ago and didn’t love it but it’s fitting to the weather outside rn so decided to finish it :)

you haven’t spoken to chris in three days, not since the fight at nick’s friend’s party.

the night had started out fine between the two of you, until it wasn’t fine. it was petty really, you had gotten stroppy with him over another girl flirting with him, so he got mean back, then you got meaner, he walked off so you blocked him in the uber home and there’s been a silence from both of you ever since.

but now it’s late and you’re home alone. it’s pitch black outside, the rain is coming down thick and fast smashing against your bedroom windows and the thunder is so loud tonight that your room feels like it’s shaking with each strike. you’ve always hated storms, ever since you were little so you do what you always do when they happen.. hide under the covers, wrapped up in one of chris’s hoodies, attempting but failing, to ignore the sky every time it lights up.

but then you hear it.

that so recognisable rhythm of three taps against your window, and you know exactly who it is.

you’re jumping out of bed before you can even think about it, pulling the curtain to the side to see chris standing on your balcony. he’s completely soaked through, black hoodie clinging to him, dripping wet from the rain but his eyes are fixed on you.

part of you wants to stay mad at him, but the thunder roars again and your chest tightens, filling you with anxiety and the truth is… all you really want right now is him.

he taps again, raising his brow at you. “you gonna let me in or what?”

you sigh, pushing the window open that you’d left unlocked with the hope he’d turn up tonight, you step back to let him in which he does without a word. everything about the room feels tense right now, like neither of you wants to be the first to speak up.

“chris, you’re dripping all over my floor,” you mutter, heading over to your dresser to get him one of his dry hoodies you keep in his own drawer.

his eyes follow you, until they land on the vase of flowers sitting by your mirror. dark pink and yellow tulips.

he nods at them, “new flowers?”

you glance at them, then back at him. “thought they might’ve been a peace offering from you.”

he huffs a quiet laugh, shaking his head. “nah, bird. not me. they’re not the colours i know you like, and also i know you hate tulips.” he kicks his shoes off, “they’re not even from the florist you like.”

you don’t get a chance to say anything back, because he’s walking over to you then, and when he reaches you, he lifting both hands to your face and cupping it, his thumb brushing gently against your cheeks.

“look, c’mon birdie, i’m sorry.” he says, voice soft.

your eyes look up to meet his. “for what?”

“for the other night. for making you feel unwanted by me,” he leans in a little. “but you know you’re the only girl for me, birdie. you’re forever the only girl.”

“i don’t wanna fight with you anymore, chris.”

“then don’t.” he says, before he’s leans in and kisses you. it’s slow, warm and familiar, and for the first time tonight the storm outside quiets down, even if it’s just for a moment.

his hand moves to the back of your neck as the kiss deepens and he pulls you closer like he’s needed this.

you tug gently at the hem of his soaked hoodie and he pulls his lips away from yours, a smirk creeping at them. “already forgiven me, huh?”

you roll your eyes. “you’re dripping all over my rug, idiot,”

chris laughs at that, letting you peel the hoodie off of him, the residue drops of water dripping all over the floor. “sure you’re not trying to rip my clothes off?”

“you wish,” you say, flicking a droplet from his shoulder before you wrap your arms around his neck.

“oh you know i’ll always wish for you, birdie girl.”

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p u s s y t r a i n i n g c . s

i n w h i c h . . . chris comes home frustrated, and the only thing on his mind is fucking the anger away.

w a r n i n g s . . . smut, p in v, fem receiving oral, male receiving oral, pressuring, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, gagging, crying, creampie, aftercare, pussy spanking, rough language and handling, derogatory language (slut, whore, etc.)

it was unusual for chris to be annoyed with you, let alone be annoyed by your sounds. it was long day. it was clear in the sharp set of his jaw, the stubble decorating his cheekbones, and mostly the way his fingers twitched. oh, not to mention he nearly slammed the apartment door off its hinges. he was itching to take his anger out on something, and you sitting there all pretty drew in his attention.

it made your stomach turn—not with fear, but with a kind of electricity. because even though chris was quiet when he was angry, there was a weight to it. a pressure. like the air shifted. like your body instinctively braced, not because you thought he’d hurt you, but because you knew exactly what he needed.

he didn’t say hi when he walked in. didn’t kiss you like he usually did. just kicked his shoes off with a grunt and tossed his keys onto the counter so hard they skidded. his chest was rising fast. he paced once, twice, before his eyes cut to you on the couch like you were the one thing in the room still breathing too calmly.

you blinked up at him, lips parted, legs tucked underneath you, the blanket slipping off your shoulder.

“gonna look at m’like that?” his voice was low. rough. dangerous in a way that made heat pool in your stomach.

you swallowed. “like what?”

his jaw ticked. “like you want me to fuck y’dumb.”

your breath caught.

then—like a switch—he was walking toward you, slow but certain. a shadow of something wild in his eyes.

you didn’t move. couldn’t. didn’t want to.

“long fuckin’ day,” he muttered, stopping just in front of you. his hand slid into your hair, gentle for half a second before gripping tighter. “and you’re sittin’ here making those little sounds like you don’t know what that does to me.”

your thighs clenched. “i didn’t mean—”

“yeah, you did,” he snapped. but not angry with you. angry at everything else. and needing you to fix it.

he pushed the blanket off you fully, let his eyes drag over your bare legs, the tank top you wore without a bra, the softness of your skin. he exhaled like it hurt to hold back.

“you just gonna sit there,” he whispered, “or you gonna help me feel better?”

you bit your lip, heart pounding. “what do you want me to do?”

his answer was immediate. raw.

“get on y’knees.”

and you did—slowly, letting him see the way you obeyed, the way you ached to be good for him. he watched you, his hands fisting at his sides, chest heaving. his hoodie fell to the floor. the zipper hit the tile. his belt followed.

he stepped closer. tilted your chin up with two fingers. “open your mouth,” he breathed.

he paused his movements, brushing his thumb against your lips, which instinctively wrapped around it. “fuck,” he muttered under his breath. “you don’t even know what you do to me.”

you stayed still, let him press his thumb deeper until it brushed the back of your throat, until tears pricked in your lashes and your thighs rubbed together because the helplessness—the need—was already simmering through you.

then, finally, he undid his jeans.

you heard the clink of the buckle, the sharp hiss of fabric dragged down fast. his cock was already hard, flushed at the tip, and when he wrapped one hand around the base and stroked, just once, you could see the tension ripple down his forearm like he was barely holding it together.

“gonna let me use your mouth, baby?” he rasped, voice darker now. “i don’t even wanna think about today.”

you nodded, breath shaky, lips parting again.

he didn’t ask again. didn’t hesitate.

the first thrust was shallow—just the head, just enough to feel your lips wrap tight around him, to hear the wet click of spit when he pulled back. but the second? deeper. his hand cradled the back of your head and he fed it to you inch by inch, slow and deliberate. punishing in its control.

“that’s it,” he grunted, watching your eyes. “take it. open up for me.”

you hollowed your cheeks, let him slide deeper, let your tongue flatten underneath. he groaned, low and guttural, head tipping back for a split second before he looked down again, eyes locked on yours.

your hands gripped his thighs for balance, fingers digging into the denim around his knees. spit was already beginning to drip down your chin, and he fucking loved it—his hips rolled forward, just once, deeper than before, until you gagged around him.

“fuck, baby—just like that. let me use you.”

he didn’t stop.

he fucked your mouth like he needed it. like it was therapy. rough, rhythmic thrusts that made your eyes tear up and your core ache with every single pass of his cock over your tongue. you could hear yourself—wet, obscene sounds filling the quiet apartment along with his ragged breath and the muttered curses he kept spitting through clenched teeth.

“such a pretty little mouth. made to suck cock, huh?” he groaned.

you whimpered around him—both from the intensity and the way your thighs were soaked now, squirming for relief. and he noticed.

he pulled back suddenly, letting his cock slide free with a thick, wet sound. a string of spit stayed connected between you, and he wiped it away with his thumb, smearing it across your bottom lip like it was something holy.

you were gasping, flushed, mouth swollen. and still so fucking needy.

“get on the couch,” he said. “spread your legs. i’m not done with you.”

you scrambled back onto the couch, heart racing, legs shaking a little as you reclined against the cushions. chris’s eyes never left you—dark and glassy, like he was barely hanging on.

you pulled your tank top off first. no bra. his gaze dragged over your chest, the way your nipples were already hard from how wrecked he’d gotten you with just his voice and the weight of him in your mouth. he looked possessed.

“shorts too,” he muttered. “now.”

you shimmied them down, no underwear beneath. he groaned when he saw the slick mess between your thighs—your folds glistening, the soft little quiver in your thighs as they spread wider, like your body was begging for him.

“jesus christ,” he whispered, dragging a hand down his face before climbing between your legs on the couch. “you dripping for me already, baby? all that from sucking my cock?”

you nodded, breathless. “please—chris, i need—”

but you didn’t get to finish. because his mouth was on you.

no teasing. no warning. he dove in like he was starved, tongue dragging a thick stripe up your slit before his lips closed around your clit and sucked hard enough to make your whole body jolt. your back arched off the couch, a desperate cry ripping from your throat as your fingers shot into his hair, holding on.

he groaned into you—deep and filthy—as he licked, sucked, devoured you like he was mad about it. like tasting you was the only thing anchoring him after a shit day. and when he slid two fingers inside you, curling them just right, your thighs snapped around his head like instinct.

“fuck—chris, please—”

“shut up.” he didn’t stop. didn’t even slow. his fingers fucked into you fast and deep while his tongue circled your clit in tight, hungry patterns. you could hear the slick sounds between your legs, feel the obscene heat building in your gut, your whole body trembling under the force of it.

you were gonna come. and he knew it.

he pulled back just enough to speak—his mouth shiny, chin wet, voice low and raw.

“you gonna come for me, baby? on my fuckin’ face?”

“yes,” you gasped. “yes, chris—please, i’m gonna—”

“then fuckin’ come.”

and you did. hard.

your legs locked around his head, your body convulsing with it, loud and desperate and messy as everything cracked open inside you. he didn’t stop until you were twitching, whimpering, pulling at his hair to make him stop because it was too much.

but even then—he didn’t give you a break.

he climbed up your body, still hard, still leaking. lined himself up and looked at you like he couldn’t hold back anymore.

“you want me to fuck you now?” he rasped.

you nodded, dazed, soaked, spent but aching for more. “please.”

and then he was inside you.

no condom. no pause. just a deep, brutal thrust that had your eyes rolling back as he buried himself to the hilt. you felt everything—the way he stretched you open, the way he filled you so completely you could hardly breathe.

he started to move—deep and punishing, slow at first just to watch the way your face crumpled, then faster, rougher, fucking you like he owned you.

“tight as ever,” he growled into your ear. “so fucking wet. you needed this, whore? needed me to fuck it outta you?”

“uh- uh huh.” you whimpered, a little too loud for comfort.

“too loud,” he cooed, voice laced with mock sympathy as his hips drove into you again, deeper this time. “be a little quieter.”

and sure, you tried.

and sure, you failed. miserably.

because how could you be quiet when he was fucking you like this? when your back was arched, legs hooked over his shoulders, his cock slamming into you so perfectly, so brutally, that your vision blurred? every stroke knocked another breath out of your lungs, dragged another sound from your throat—whimpers, gasps, cries that bordered on sobs.

“mm-mm,” he tutted, not slowing at all. his hand slid up your throat, not choking but holding, thumb pressing just beneath your jaw as your head lolled back. “you don’t listen. always so fuckin’ loud when i tell you to be good.”

your mouth hung open, but no words came—just a broken little moan as he shifted his angle and hit something dangerous inside you. your nails clawed at the cushions, your hips twitching against his grip.

“what’s that?” he whispered, leaning closer so his lips brushed your ear. “gonna come again?”

you nodded frantically, body trembling, throat too tight to speak.

“huh. ‘course you are.” he gave a sharp thrust that made you cry out again. “can’t even help yourself, can you? so fuckin’ needy. you like this? getting ruined on my cock while you make all those pretty little sounds?”

you sobbed out a yes, not even caring how pathetic you sounded. you were gone—fucked dumb, so deep in it your body barely felt like your own.

his grip tightened around your throat.

“come then,” he growled. “and keep your eyes on me while you do it.”

and somehow, somehow, you managed it—staring up at him with tears on your lashes and his name breaking on your lips as your whole body shattered beneath him. your muscles clamped around his cock, spasming hard, your moans spilling out no matter how hard you tried to bite them back.

and he loved it.

because a second later, he was losing it too—hips stuttering, a filthy groan dragged from his chest as he spilled into you, deep and hot, holding you open with both hands as he came with a force that left him trembling.

he stayed there for a moment, still inside you, breath hot against your cheek.

“you really don’t know how to shut up,” he murmured, smirking against your jaw. “guess i’ll just have to keep fuckin’ you ‘til you learn.”

you took in deep breaths, trying to blink the stars from your vision, your body still twitching from the aftershocks. every nerve felt like it was on fire. every breath tasted like chris.

but just when you thought you’d come down from your high—

smack.

a hard slap landed square against your already soaked, overstimulated pussy. the sound echoed off the walls, sharp and wet, and your whole body jolted with a strangled cry.

“fuck!—chris—” you gasped, hips twitching away instinctively, only for his arm to hook around your thigh and yank you right back where he wanted you.

“mm-mm, shhh,” he hummed, low and dangerous as he knelt between your legs, his voice thick with post-orgasm haze but laced with something hungrier now. “gotta train this pussy to be quiet.”

he ran two fingers through your folds—slow, almost gentle—and you whimpered at the contact. you were so sensitive you couldn’t think straight. he watched your hips jerk, your thighs tremble, and his grin deepened.

“look at this messy little cunt,” he muttered, dragging your arousal—his cum—down to your clit, circling it until your back arched off the couch again. “still so fuckin’ wet. still leaking for me.”

“chris—too much, i can’t—”

“you can,” he said calmly. “and you will.”

and then his mouth was back on you.

no mercy. no patience. just relentless, obscene suction on your clit while two fingers curled deep inside you again, stretching your swollen walls and dragging moans from your lips that you couldn’t even begin to hold back.

you thrashed, breath catching, tears slipping down your cheeks from how intense it was—your thighs trying to close, your hands scrambling for something to grip, something to ground you.

but he held you open. forced you to take it.

“you said you’d be good,” he growled against your skin. “so fucking be good.”

your body betrayed you. despite the overstimulation, despite the ache—your orgasm was already building again, terrifying in its speed, the pressure crushing.

“no—chris, i’m gonna—i can’t—please—”

“shut up. yes. yes you can,” he snapped, rubbing hard circles over your clit while his fingers fucked you fast and deep and relentlessly. “you’re gonna come for me again. right now.”

and you did.

you came harder than before—louder, wetter, your entire body locking up as a gush of release flooded his hand and the couch cushions below. you sobbed through it, shaking uncontrollably, legs twitching as he kept going just a second longer, milking it out of you, letting you writhe and cry and fall completely apart.

only then—only then—did he slow, pulling his fingers out, slick and glistening, before sucking them clean with a low, satisfied hum.

he leaned over you, gaze molten, his voice barely above a whisper.

“that,” he breathed, “was for making all those sounds.”

your whole body was trembling, soaked and flushed, your chest rising in frantic little pants as you tried to ground yourself—but chris wasn’t done.

not even close.

you barely had time to blink before he grabbed you by the hips and flipped you over—face pressed into the cushions, ass up, legs spread wide.

“look at this mess,” he muttered, dragging his fingers down your slick folds again, letting your wetness drip down your thighs. “you’re fucking dripping. ruined my couch already.”

you whined into the cushion, heat blooming in your cheeks at how wrecked you were, at the way your body was betraying you—still aching, still needy.

he gave your pussy another hard slap.

smack.

“quiet. stay just like that,” he growled. “don’t fuckin’ move.”

you nodded, barely managing a broken little yes before the blunt head of his cock was back at your entrance. he didn’t ease in this time—he slammed into you, hard and deep, making you cry out into the pillow, your body jolting forward from the sheer force of it.

“fuck, yes,” he groaned, gripping your hips so tight you knew there’d be bruises tomorrow. “this pussy’s never felt so good. all wet and twitchy for me. greedy fuckin’ thing.”

you couldn’t speak. you could only moan, every sharp thrust driving you higher again, overstimulation and desire colliding until you felt like you might explode.

he leaned forward, his chest pressing against your back, one hand coming up to fist in your hair and yank your head back, forcing you to arch.

“you like getting fucked like this?” he rasped against your ear. “like a little toy? used until you can’t think?”

you whimpered—yes, a thousand times yes—but all that came out was a gasping, wrecked little moan.

“that’s what i thought,” he muttered, pounding into you harder. faster. the couch creaked beneath you, the wet sounds between your bodies obscene. “you’re fucking perfect. made for this. made for me.”

he reached around, fingers finding your clit again, and you screamed—your whole body jerking, pleasure sparking up your spine like lightning.

“no, no—chris, i can’t—”

“shhh. it’s okay. you can,” he growled. “one more. give me one more.”

you were sobbing into the cushions, eyes rolling back as your body spiraled out of control. every nerve was on fire, every part of you begging for relief. he rubbed tight, relentless circles over your clit while his cock pistoned into you, deeper and harder and faster.

“come on, baby,” he grunted. “be a good fuckin’ girl. come for me.”

and you did.

your orgasm hit like a fucking bomb—your body clenching around him so hard he shouted, thick ropes of cum spilling into you as he fucked you through it, your legs trembling, your voice hoarse from screaming his name.

he collapsed over you, still buried deep, breath ragged against your neck.

your bodies were a mess of sweat, slick, and sex—his cum leaking down your thighs, your skin sticky with heat and every inch of you raw from how good it felt.

you stayed like that, both of you catching your breath.

for a moment, neither of you moved.

not because you didn’t want to—but because you couldn’t.

your body was limp, twitching with the last echoes of your orgasm, and chris’s weight on top of you was grounding in a way that made your heart ache. your breath came in short, shaky bursts, your cheek pressed into the cushion, legs splayed open, thighs sticky with slick and cum and sweat.

then, slowly, he softened inside you and let out a quiet, exhausted breath.

you felt him press a gentle kiss to your shoulder blade. another to your spine. then he whispered, “you okay?”

your throat was dry, but you nodded. “mmhmm.”

he was already moving—slipping out of you carefully, fingers brushing down your sides like he didn’t want to let go just yet. he helped you shift, cradling you gently into your back as your body trembled, and when he looked at you, the cocky edge was gone.

now, it was just him.

your chris.

the one who made sure you were breathing. who checked your pulse. who brushed the hair from your damp forehead with the back of his hand and kissed your temple like it was the only thing keeping him calm.

“too much?” he asked softly, voice thick with something real now—guilt, maybe. or just love.

you shook your head, curling into him.

he exhaled like he needed to hear that. then he stood, only for a second, disappearing into the bathroom. you heard the faucet run, the sound of a towel being soaked, rung out. he came back and knelt beside the couch, warm washcloth in hand.

“spread for me,” he said, but this time, there was no demand. no teasing.

you did, cheeks flushed, and he cleaned you gently—every swipe careful, reverent. he wiped away the mess between your thighs, his cum dripping down your skin, and kissed your knee once he was done.

“you’re so good,” he murmured. “such a sweet girl.”

you smiled, hazy and warm, and reached for him. he wrapped you up in his arms, pulling the blanket over both of you, burying his face in your neck like he wanted to disappear into your skin.

“sorry i came in all pissed n’ shit,” he said after a minute. “you didn’t deserve that.”

you carded your fingers through his messy hair. “you didn’t take it out on me. you let me take it from you.”

he pulled back just enough to look at you.

and then he kissed you—soft, slow, open-mouthed. nothing hungry now. just grateful.

“you always do,” he whispered.

“i always will,” you promised. he held you tighter.

he couldn’t even remember why he was mad earlier.

a / n . . . if this flops theres no point to live on

[uluvmywebs]

BF!CHRIS LOVES IT WHEN GF!READER RIDES HIM

warnings: blurb, p in v, creampie, dirty talk, slight nipple sucking and ass slapping, pet names, english is not my first language

words count: 0,4k

"Yeah baby, that’s right. Ride that cock," he said it in a raspy voice, grabbing your milky, firm thighs and helping you sit on it. You were nothing but a mess around him—needy and moody. You squirmed on top of him, moving up and down. The sound of your bodies slapping together filled the room, along with your moans.

"Mmm, fuck Chris, I feel so good," you exhaled, digging your nails into Chris's broad shoulders, leaving marks in his skin. Your tits were bouncing as you rode him. Chris looked from your face to the place where your bodies joined. Fuck, he was aroused by the sight.

"Yeah? Ya feel good, sittin’ on my cock?" You screamed as you felt his big hands land on your ass with a loud slap. You arched your back from the sensation, so now Chris’s face was close enough to your chest. "Bet you wanna cum on this dick too, huh?" He said, locking eyes with you and in the next moment sucking on your nipple.

"Fuck-Chris!" You suffocate under the overwhelming attention he’s giving you. Your mind is empty; you can't think about anything but how good Chris makes you feel. You can feel his hands moving to your waist, holding you firmly in place. "Can’t wait any longer, baby. You did a good job, pretty girl. Now lemme make you feel even better. Whacha think?"

Before you can respond, the next thing he does is start pounding into you. Your mouth opens in a silent scream from how hard he fucks you. You breathe heavily, your eyes rolling back in pleasure as you feel yourself nearing the end. "Chris, fuck, i’m gonna cum!" Your back arches even more when you feel Chris's thumb rubbing your clit.

"Then let it go, mama. Cum. Now," and so you do. Your hips are shaking, your eyelids are closing tightly; you see stars in front of your eyes. You run your hands through Chris’s hair, squeezing it. You just need to hold onto something to help yourself.

"Atta girl," Chris growls. "I’m gonna cum too. Gonna fill your pretty pussy with my cum." He thrusts a few more times before your cunt tightens around his cock, milking it. He moans from the sensation, getting pure pleasure.

He tilts his head, drawing you into a kiss. You can feel his hands stroking your back, soothing you. "You’re good?" He leaves a kiss on your temple. "Yeah, `m good."

it’s short but i really needed this sorry 😘

with love, m ❤️

© mivogjk

[uluvmywebs]

I BARKED AND NOW IM FOAMING AT THE MOUTH I NEED HIM SO BAD CHRIS IM SORRY BUT I GOT A NEW BABY DADDY

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"TAKE IT." . . . BIGDICK!MATT.

Matt growls loudly, grabbing your legs and pushing them back, spreading you wider. The new angle hits that special spot inside you with each thrust, making you scream.

"Take that fuckin' dick." He groans, watching your perfect face contort in pleasure, your mouth open in a perfect O.

"So— big—!" You cry out, his eyes flash with something primal at your words. He's always been big, and hearing you struggle to take him only makes him harder. He reaches down, wrapping his arm around your throat as he continues to pound into you. "Too big for this tiny little pussy?"

You try to shake your head, tears streaming down your face. "Nooo— can take it—"

He squeezes your throat gently, cutting off your air slightly. "That's my fuckin' girl." He thrusts harder, deeper, his balls slapping against you with each movement. "Mhhhf—" You pant heavily, chest rising and falling as your brain turns to mush from the lack of air.

He loves seeing you like this, helpless and full of his big dick. He unwraps his arm suddenly, letting you gasp for air. "You gonna keep saying you can take it?"

You mewl weakly, hands trembling on the sheets. "I— I can—" Before you can even finish your sentence, he grabs your legs and throws them over his shoulders. The new position opens you up even more, allowing him to hit your spot with every single thrust.

He starts fucking you so hard the headboard hits the wall repeatedly. "Keep talkin' shit."

"O-oh— god!" Your words are cut off by a loud scream as he nails that spot inside you again. He continues his brutal pace, his hips snapping forward as he buries himself deep inside you. You can feel every thick inch of him stretching you wide open.

"That's it, scream for me."

"Ohohohfuck—!"

The sound of your high-pitched screams fills the room, mixing with the wet sounds of him slamming into your cunt over and over again. His fingers dig into your legs hard enough to bruise as he holds you in place, using you like his personal fuck toy. "Fuck, you're so tight."

"Matt—"

Hearing his name on your lips sends him over the edge. He pounds into you even harder, his breathing ragged and loud. His cock swells inside you as he starts to come, filling you with his hot cum. "Take it." He growls out, pressing deep inside you.

He stays buried inside you for a moment before pulling out slowly. His cum starts dripping out of stretched hole immediately. He watches as more of his load leaks out, mixed with your own juices. "Good girl." He praises you softly, running a hand down your leg.

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NSFW P!Links Part 6 - Chris and Matt Sturniolo

PROCEED AT YOUR OWN RISK - X RATED CONTENT (need Twitter account to view)

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Matt:

✮ Giving your titties some love

✮ Staying quiet because everyone's home

✮ His mouth on yours before he shoves his cock in it

✮ Riding his tongue

✮ Like animals (middle part Matt)

✮ Only the best treatment for his girl

✮ It's the neck kissing for me

✮ Riding your sweet boy

✮ Bedtime routine

✮ Stuffing you full of cum

✮ Shower sesh

✮ Taking care of you

Chris:

✮ Fucking you in the tour bus

✮ Silly PJ's are always an invitation for him to bend you over

✮ He could honestly cum in his pants from doing this to you

✮ What else is hair for?

✮ Quickie in the hotel room

✮ "I'm pulling over. Get your ass in the backseat now"

✮ Finger fuck before bed

✮ Titty drunk

✮ Filthy, tangled mess

✮ Knuckle deep inside you

✮ This, but picture him giggling as well

✮ Obligatory grabby video

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[uluvmywebs]

before it hurts 𝜗𝜚 matthew sturniolo

cw— pussy eating, matt with piercings.

opening your front door is always scary because you never know what's waiting for you: a serial killer, a long-awaited package, a friend, family, or even your boyfriend. with a new piece of jewelry twinkling around his thin eyebrow. your own eyebrows furrowed and your jaw went slack. “what the fuck?” you say, giving him a warm welcome into your home. the new addition distracted you from the bouquet in his hands, which was soon to be on your countertop.

his keys rattled against the marble as he placed his belongings down. “saw a tiktok and found a shop that took walk-ins.” “only 50 bucks,” he bragged, smiling as he sat on your couch. “50 bucks for one piercing is insane, you got scammed, bad,” you sigh as you straddle him. holding his fuzzy face, your hands move his head in every direction so you could get a closer look at him and his new friend. “did i?” he asks, sticking his tongue out. showing you the silver ball in the center of his tongue. 

speechless. absolutely gobsmacked. he looked so good. like panty wetting good. “holy fuck, did it hurt” you ask, your curiosity still getting the best of you.  snickering, he shakes his head. messing up his curled hair in the process. “nah but it should be soon, according to the piercer” “did you wanna eat something before it starts? i have food in the fridge or we could order something” gripping your waist tighter and pulling you closer, matt grins stupidly. “yeah i could eat” 

before you could speak, matt flipped you onto the soft couch cushions. his silver chained dangled over your face as he hovered over you, lust filled blue eyes scanning your features. “matt, c'mon you know what i meant.” you groan, hoping he didn't notice your squirming or your thighs squeezing together at the mention of getting head.  “yeah and i don't really care. i want to eat you.” your protests go to waste within seconds as he leans in, plush lips engulfing yours for a messy kiss.

your tongues swap spit passionately as the kiss gets deeper, matt’s face smushing with yours as he moves. your hands find his neck as he pulls away, taking a deep breath before trailing his kisses down your neck, lips feeling hot against your skin. his hands grope your tits through your thin shirt as he moves down your body. you moan at his rough touch, the sound bringing a smirk to his lips. “saving these for later,” he mumbles, forcing himself to move away from your breasts.

his fingers dig into your thighs, spreading them and marking the insides with ease. your attention remained on the pierced boy as he kissed above the waistband of your shorts, his movements slow and calculated. his mouth opened in what you thought to be a sloppier kiss. wrong. his perfect teeth sank into the fabric to get a good grip before he pulled. "asshole. what if i liked these shorts, huh?" you whine, grabbing his hair in retaliation. he only spared you an annoyed glance before stripping you bare.

matt was salivating at the sight of you under him, so perfect, so irresistible, so much so that he wished he could take his time with you. the cold metal sent shockwaves throughout your lower half as he licked long and wet stripes along your inner thighs. your moans were already filling the air, and he hadn't even touched you where you needed. leaning closer in between your legs he sniffs your pussy, letting the smell fill his lungs before he feasts on it.

his tongue took your breath away, for the second time today, you were rendered speechless. matt was always talented with his mouth, but this was on a different level. his muscle moved slow and fast at the same time and focused on touching every part of your pussy. the tip of his tongue flicked at your clit, adding to the arousal that collected from the prior makeout. your fingers play in his dark hair as he eats like a starved man, moaning and groaning into you like you were his last meal.

“shit shit—matt—fuck” you moan, feeling his nose brush your senstive clit as he licks all inside your folds. the metal ball glides smoothly inside and around your pussy, the movements picking up your wetness with ease. he mumbles something that you couldn't hear before bringing his fingers up to spread you wide. you could see the determination in his features, and it turned you on. “don't even care if it starts hurting. i'm not gonna stop,” he grunts, diving back in for more.

[uluvmywebs]

chris waking you up with kisses 💫

you were dead asleep. your chest rising and falling gently as you slept peacefully. chris on the other hand was awake and bored that you weren’t awake with him.

he stares at you wondering when exactly it would be when you would wake up, but also admiring your sleeping beauty like state.

he smiles down at you, slowly caressing his hand across your arm and over your tummy. his intrusive thoughts would soon take over as he leans down and presses one kiss to your forehead in hopes of you waking up.

he stays back and waits for about 10 seconds and nothing happens. he then places another kiss on your right cheek, adding a little ruffle to your hair almost certain that you would wake up this time….but still nothing.

he frowns, placing yet another kiss to your left cheek, slightly shaking you awake. you feel in your subconscious that something was touching you, so you turn over off of your back and to your side facing away from him.

he once again frowns and internally groans. he then thinks of an idea, one that would for sure wake you up. one tactic that you could never sleep for, your favorite tactic that is.

chris slowly wraps his arm around your waist spooning you, but still leaning up as he blows a cool breeze of air against your neck. he then leans down and begins softly kissing your neck, his hand moving up and down against your waist.

his idea turned out to be correct. you begin to stir awake, squirming slightly as you let out a soft whine. you flutter your eyes open, feeling his lips on your neck as you smile and turn to face him.

chris smiles as he stops kissing you, taking his hand off of your waist as he moves it up to your cheek to cup it soothingly. you flutter your eyes at his gesture as he presses a soft kiss to your lips.

“good morning, pretty..”

a/n: a little fluffy, but i just woke up and conjured this together.

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[uluvmywebs]

. . . matt, your best friend—gets drunk, whispers your name like a prayer and eats you out like a sinner.

drunk!matt x soft!reader | smut oral (f receiving), messy face-sitting vibes, praise, slurred begging, overstimulation potential

The bass thumps faintly through the walls, but up here, in the bedroom, the air feels thick and slow. Like the world stopped moving the second you let Matt press you down against the bed, eyes glassy, lips swollen, drunk off cheap whiskey and the thought of getting you like this—under him. For him.

Or more accurately, above him.

He’s on his knees between your thighs, flushed and mouthy, palms pushing up under your skirt like he’s impatient just to feel where you’re warm. Your panties hit the floor ages ago, somewhere between breathy giggles and him whispering “C'mere– l– let me...please, I...i need it– haah...”

Now? His face is buried in you like he means it.

“Fuck– baby,” he groans against your inner thigh, kissing it sloppily, tongue dragging a line up toward your heat. “You’re so soft. Can’t stop thinkin’ about this. Can’t—”

He doesn’t finish. Just licks again, slower this time, his tongue flat and warm as it presses into your folds, collecting slick with a deep, hungry sound in his throat. He buries his mouth against you, breath hot and wet, tongue working through the mess like he’s savoring every inch.

Your hips twitch. You’re already dizzy.

“Wanted you all night,” he mutters, kissing the top of your mound like it’s something sacred. “And you’ve been sittin’ there, bein’ sooo sweet—lookin’ at me like that…”

You don’t even realize how tight you’re gripping his hair until he groans again, tongue dipping down low to circle your entrance. He noses deeper like he wants to drown in it, breath dragging out in a ragged, half-drunk moan when your thighs try to clamp around his head.

“M- matt...” you whimper. You can barely think. His jaw is working so messily between your legs, and his nose—fuck, it presses up right against your clit every time he licks upward, slick building with every pass of his tongue.

He doesn’t wait for permission. Doesn’t tease or slow down. He spreads you open with both thumbs & devours—broad, greedy strokes from base to tip, then quick little flicks right over your clit like he knows it’ll make you jump.

“Don’t care,” he says into you, slurring it a little, voice sticky and full of praise. “I’ll be good. Just—lemme taste. Please.”

He’s so drunk. And it’s making him reckless. He kisses your pussy like he doesn’t know what shame is—mouth open, chin wet, tongue messy and constant. He moans again when your hips grind up into his face, and he fuckin' ruts against the mattress like the taste of you is getting him off.

“Fuck, you taste so good,” he groans, licking harder now, rougher. “Could stay here all night. You’d let me, wouldn’t you? Sweet girl like you…”

His mouth latches onto your clit, tongue circling it sloppily while his nose bumps against it with every twitch of his head. You cry out, legs tightening, trying to run—but he grips your hips, growling low, and buries himself deeper.

“That’s it...baby–let me have it.”

And with the way his mouth is moving—wet, hot, tongue stroking fast and needy—you do. You come shaking against his face, back arching, moaning something close to a sob as his name stutters off your lips.

And Matt? He moans too. Like you did something to him.

ㅤ⠀ㅤㅤ⊹ㅤ⠀© RENESSAㅤㅤ⠀࣭ ㅤㅤ do not steal nor copy!Lil note; need this so bad.

[uluvmywebs]

I love her ass 🤤 look at the red colour 😋

[uluvmywebs]

If you decide to ever think that you're not being punished immediately that youre gonna be alright, think again.

When we're alone, youll be tied up on my lap while I play with your little holes.

Youve been a bad fucking whore all day but I couldn't punish you. You thought you were sly and that I was letting you get away with it too.

But your teased turned into pathetic little whimpers when we finally were alone and I threw you to the floor.

Now youre on my lap, tied up with toys on your sensitive parts. My phone is in front of you with a spin the wheel app on it with a bunch of different punishments.

"Let's see what you get for your 5th punishment. This one was for shaking your little ass at me in the store"

The wheel spins and spins before slowing down. You know what it's gonna land on as you squirm harder.

All toys on max settings for 5 minutes

As you feel the toys flip, you start doing everything you can to hold it together as you arch your back, shake violently but I hold you down in place.

"Shhhh. Stop fighting"

As the 5 minutes end, youre left shaking and panting like a dog. Your hair gets pulled back as youre forced to watch the wheel spin again. This time for saying

"What are you gonna do about it?~"

Blindfold and gag

You struggle and try to fight back but a quick slap puts you in your place. Now blindfolded, gagged and tied up all in my laps, every touch feels super sensitive.

You hear the wheel spin but can't read it anymore. You feel the toy in your little hole suddenly start moving in and out of you sending you into a panic yet you get held down from every movement you make.

So, be a good whore. Or don't. I don't care either way ❤️

[uluvmywebs]

This is what we wants 😈

[uluvmywebs]

People still think he has a Daddy kink 😭

No baby, he wants to be a FATHER !!

[uluvmywebs]

NSFW P!Links Part 2 - Chris and Matt Sturniolo

PROCEED AT YOUR OWN RISK - X RATED CONTENT (need Twitter account to view)

(Saddle up, I hope you guys like p! links because all I do with my time is watch twitter p0rn and touch my pussy lol)

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Matt:

✮ Playing with your pretty pussy for hours

✮ You've pissed him off

✮ His favourite thing to do

✮ Getting his thumb wet for your clit

✮ Letting you suck him off in the elevator (he never lets you do this but he's just so horny today and he can't wait)

✮ Decorating your body with his cum

✮ Always playing with you

✮ Teasing him until he's throbbing

✮ Watching Spongebob

✮ Quickie in the backseat

✮ Patiently watching your clit swell and twitch

✮ Drilling into you

Chris:

✮ Sloppy playtime (last couple of seconds looks like long hair Chris)

✮ How he wants his cock sucked

✮ Ravenously horny pussy eating Chris

✮ I just know he loves this position

✮ On the couch after watching Cars

✮ How he be fucking you most of the time

✮ His good girl

✮ Squirting on his cock

✮ Mouth stuffed full of tit, pussy stuffed full of cock

✮ Sixty Nine

✮ Riding his face

✮ Manually bouncing you (he would do this)

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[uluvmywebs]

✿ — successful . . . mafiaboss!matt

in which . . . you have a winning week, and matt rewards his successful girl the only way he knows how.

warnings . . . smut , unprotected p in v , lots of dirty talk , creampie

𝑺𝑾𝑬𝑬𝑻𝑬𝑵𝑬𝑹 𝙒𝙍𝙄𝙏𝙄𝙉𝙂 𝙈𝘼𝙍𝘼𝙏𝙃𝙊𝙉 𝙁𝙄𝘾 #6

you don’t even knock.

you never have to. your name is in the gate code, your favorite snacks are in the kitchen, your lipstick stains the rim of his wine glasses. this is your place too. and tonight, as you step through the double doors, little heels clicking against the marble and soft perfume trailing behind you, it feels like the house itself already knows you’re here.

so does matt.

he doesn’t come to the door. doesn’t need to.

you catch him as you pass the entryway—standing near the window with a glass of bourbon in one hand, the other tucked casually into his pocket. he’s wearing black slacks and a silk shirt, the top buttons undone and his gold chain barely visible beneath. his loose curls are still damp from a shower, eyes half-lidded like he’s already been thinking about you for hours.

his gaze drops down your body the second he turns. slow. appreciative. jaw tight.

you don’t even say hi. you just smile.

“well, you look proud of yourself,” he says, voice low and smooth.

you shrug, walking toward him with that soft sway in your hips you know he loves. “maybe because i am.”

he sets his drink down and meets you halfway, crowding into your space, fingers brushing the side of your waist like he’s already claiming you. he decides to ask about it, although he’s already prepped to reward you for your success he’s noticed this week. “tell me, sweetheart.”

you grin, wrapping your arms around his neck. “sold out of peonies before noon. two custom wedding orders. and a new supplier gave me half off just ’cause they said they ‘like the way i talk!’”

matt laughs under his breath, clearly impressed. “knew you’d have ‘em eating out of your hand.”

you tilt your head. “jealous?”

his hand slides down your back, firm and slow. “never jealous. obsessed, maybe.”

it’s not a joke. he says it without blinking.

you feel the heat bloom under your skin, feel the way his body shifts closer, more focused, more deliberate. like something in him has clicked into place.

“okay soooo…what now?” you ask, voice light, playful.

his eyes darken just a little. “now i reward you.”

you blink, heartbeat skipping.

“bedroom,” he murmurs, brushing his lips against your jaw. “i left something for you.”

you open your mouth to ask, but he gently nudges you toward the hallway with a palm to your lower back, and you don’t push it. not when his touch lingers. not when his voice drops like that.

the bedroom lights are low.

candles flicker on the nightstands—soft, warm, golden light spilling across the bed. and there, lying on top of the covers like a gift, is the lingerie set you mentioned to him once, in passing, three weeks ago. deep red. lace. sheer in all the right places.

your breath catches.

you change slowly. deliberately. let the silky material cling to your skin, hugging every curve, teasing every edge. the whole room smells like cedarwood and roses. it’s warm. intimate. expensive.

and when matt walks in, the door clicking softly shut behind him, his whole body stills.

you don’t even look up at first. you’re sitting at the edge of the bed, legs crossed, touching your earrings like you have all the time in the world. but you can feel his stare.

“oh, you actually wore it,” he says, almost like he can’t believe it.

“well, you bought it,” you counter softly, glancing up.

he crosses the room in a few long strides, stops right in front of you. his thumb lifts to trace your bottom lip—slow, careful. “didn’t think you’d remember.” you mumble.

you kiss the pad of his thumb. “i remember everything when it comes to you.” he mumbles.

you audibly moan.

fuck.

that earns a low groan. he’s on you in seconds.

he pushes you back onto the mattress gently, then climbs over you like he’s done this a thousand times—but it still feels new. his hands explore like they’re relearning. like every curve of you is different now that you’re wearing this, now that your confidence is glowing out of every pore.

his voice stays low.

“you look so fuckin’ good like this.”

your legs fall open slightly, instinctively.

he presses a kiss to your knee, then your inner thigh, then higher—taking his time, not rushing. just savoring.

“all dressed up, all successful…and mine,” he murmurs, dragging his hand up your leg. “my girl.”

you reach for him, fingers slipping under the collar of his shirt, nails grazing his skin.

“i like when you say that.”

he smirks against your thigh. “i like saying it.”

then he pulls his shirt off in one motion and tosses it aside, his chain catching the candlelight as he leans down, chest brushing yours. one hand pins your waist gently to the mattress, the other cupping your jaw like you’re something precious.

“you been feelin’ good all week?” he asks softly, like he’s checking in.

“yeah,” you whisper. “really good.”

he kisses you once, slow and deep.

“good,” he says. “now let me make you feel better.”

his hand slides between your thighs, fingers brushing the lace, and your hips jump just slightly.

he smiles. “already wet.”

you blush. “you planned this.”

“course i did,” he mutters, dragging his fingers higher, slower. “my girl’s killin’ it out there. i had to match the energy, baby.”

your body arches under him instinctively, and he lets his weight settle just a little heavier between your thighs, his belt cool against your skin, his hands now braced on either side of your head.

you breathe him in. everything about him is heat and control and overwhelming sweetness wrapped in silk and sin.

“you’re gonna let me show you how proud i am?” he murmurs, voice rough, eyes locked on yours.

you nod.

he grins—slow and dangerous.

“then spread your legs, baby.”

you do. without hesitation.

and when he lines himself up, hand tight on your thigh and lips brushing your ear, everything feels quiet—like the only thing that exists in the world is this bed, this room, this moment.

you earned this.

and now? he’s going to give it to you.

his chest presses flush to yours, warm skin against silk and lace, his gold chain brushing your collarbone with every breath. one hand braces beside your head, steadying himself, while the other stays firm on your thigh, holding you open, wide, right where he wants you.

his grip is tight, possessive, thumb digging into the soft flesh like he's anchoring himself there. and when he shifts his hips, adjusting just enough to angle deeper, you gasp and your whole body arches up into him, breath catching like it's the first time all over again.

he hisses as your walls clamp down on his length, starting to thrust in and out of you at a steady pace. “fuck..look at you, takin’ all of me…” he grunts, his hips snapping into yours over and over again. he’s already so deep you can barely even think.

a sharp shriek tears out of you as your legs snap around his waist, ankles locking tight at the small of his back like you’re trying to pull him even deeper. your body trembles, already overstimulated and aching, and your nails find his shoulder blades in the chaos—digging in, dragging down.

he groans at the sting, but you don’t let up. you’re clinging to him like he’s the only thing keeping you grounded, like letting go isn’t even an option.

then he taps your cheek, gentle but firm, reminding you. “look at me, baby,” he murmurs. “i meant it. wanna see you.”

your lashes flutter open, teary and dazed as your eyes meet his—and the second you do, his whole expression softens, like he’s falling apart just from the sight of you.

“that’s it,” he breathes, voice low. “atta girl. just—just let me reward you, yeah?”

you nod frantically, the sounds of your moans, his grunts, and skin on skin mingling together in the air. the head of his cock bruises your cervix deliciously with each passionate thrust, sending your eyes into the back of your head and matt into a breathless state.

“this is what happens when you work that pretty little ass off,” he grits between each thrust, “you get fucked like you deserve—so fuckin’ proud of you, baby.”

you feel his cock pulse inside of you, each snap of his hips feels more precise, more rewarding—like he’s trying to bury every ounce of pride and possession he has straight into your body. you can’t even speak at first, too overwhelmed by the way he fills you, stretches you, owns you.

but when he shifts the angle just slightly, hitting that spot that makes your stomach clench and your toes curl, you gasp—sharp and broken.

“matt—fuck, don’t stop,” you cry out, nails dragging across his back again. “please don’t stop.”

he growls at that, burying his face in your neck, breath hot and heavy. “not gonna. not when you’re takin’ me so good. not when you’re squeezin’ me like that, baby—shit.”

you can barely think, barely breathe. every word he gives you feels like a reward, every thrust like a promise. he’s relentless, praising you through it all, his voice warm and raw right against your skin.

the knot in your stomach tightens, desperately needing to release. and you can tell by the fact that matt’s pace is growing ragged and sloppy that he feels the exact same way.

he’s panting now, forehead pressed to yours, sweat dripping from his brow as he fucks you through it—like he needs it, like you’re the only thing in the world keeping him sane.

“you gonna give it to me?” he growls, cock kissing your cervix so delightful that you’re seeing stars. “gonna cum on my cock like a good girl?”

your moan breaks off into a gasp, your whole body tensing beneath him. “matt—oh my god—yes, yes, please, so close—”

he slams his hips into yours, eyes locked on your face as he pushes you right to the edge. “that’s it. fuck. there she is,” he grunts, continuing his deep ministrations, “my perfect fuckin’ girl—look at that, cummin’ on my cock again like you need it.”

your mouth falls open in a silent cry as the orgasm hits—blinding, violent, everything. your nails sink into his back and your legs lock around him again as your entire body shudders beneath the weight of it.

“fuck, baby—that’s it,” he chokes out, losing rhythm completely, thrusts stuttering as he watches you fall apart underneath him. “god, you’re fuckin’ perfect.”

your body trembles beneath him, overstimulated and wrecked, and matt swears under his breath as you clamp down around him again—rhythmic, needy, so goddamn warm he nearly blacks out.

your nails drag down his back, and that’s it. he lets go.

his rhythm stutters once, then again, then he’s grinding deep into you with a shudder, burying himself to the hilt as he spills inside you with a broken moan. “fuck, baby—fuck.” he pants into your neck, jaw clenched, arms shaking as he rides it out.

you can feel every throb, every twitch, every ounce of his release as it fills you—hot and overwhelming.

for a few seconds, everything stills.

his weight sinks onto you, not heavy, just there, like he couldn’t bear to let go yet. you feel his heartbeat thudding against your chest. his nose brushes your cheek.

“you okay?” he asks, his voice all honey and rasp, still breathless.

you nod, still dazed, and he presses a kiss to your temple.

“good,” he murmurs. “you were so good for me.”

he slowly pulls out, careful and gentle, one hand smoothing down your thigh where he’d been gripping it so tightly before all this started. and even though your legs are still wrapped around his waist, he doesn’t rush you to move. he just strokes along your skin, grounding you.

“you need anything?” he asks, thumb brushing under your jaw like you’re fragile. “water? warm towel?”

you hum, and he kisses your forehead again.

“stay right here. i’ll take care of you.”

he’s up for barely a minute—grabbing a warm cloth, cleaning you up with patient hands, whispering soft praises the whole time.

“can’t believe you’re mine,” he mutters. “my pretty girl. my successful girl. fuck, i’m so proud.”

once you’re clean and settled, he crawls back in beside you, pulling you flush against his chest, one arm wrapping tightly around your waist like he needs the contact.

and when he kisses your shoulder this time, it’s not hungry—it’s home.

author’s note . . . HI in honor of father’s day here’s matt being daddy 😙

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𝐠𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐬: 𝐜.𝐬.

now playing: GUESS - charli xcx & billie eilish

warnings: rough sex, dom!chris, unprotected p in v, overstimulation, oral (f receiving), light choking, spanking (once)

word count: 1.7k

chris hums, staring at you sitting on the bed in front of him. “the pink ones?” he asks, narrowing his eyes and tilting his head as if he could see through the oversized t-shirt you were wearing.

“nope!” you giggle, hugging your legs tighter to your chest, your grin smug.

he sighs dramatically and leans forward, elbows resting on his knees. “hmm… the white ones with the lace trim?”

you shake your head, biting your lip as his eyes drop to your bare thighs. “wrong again.”

chris pouts, reaching out to tug at the hem of your shirt playfully. “c’mon, baby, give me a hint.”

you arch a brow. “what do i get if you lose?”

he smirks. “what do you want?”

you crawl toward him just a little, voice dropping lower, teasing. “something rough.”

his eyes flicker, jaw tightening slightly. “then i hope i get it wrong again,” he murmurs, but then he pauses. tilts his head. grins. “oh, wait.. i just remembered. i don’t have to guess.”

you blink. “huh?”

he leans in close, his voice soft but wicked. “i don’t have to guess, baby. i saw it. it’s the lacy black pair with the little bows… the ones i picked out for you when i was in milan.” he murmurs, his voice deep, eyes darkening as he stares at you

your eyes widen slightly.

he nods, smug. “yeah. i saw them when you sat down on the couch before. the were peeking out juuust a little bit.” his hands suddenly wrap around your calves, dragging you closer until you’re between his legs, staring up at him. “you think i wouldn’t notice that pair? god, they’re all ive been thinking about.”

you try to keep up the innocent act, but he’s already tugging the shirt up over your hips, exposing the exact panties he described.

“thought i bought these for you,” he murmurs, running a finger just under the waistband, “but now i think i bought them for me.”

you open your mouth, maybe to tease him back, but the words don’t come. his lips crash against yours with no warning, all teeth and tongue and want. he presses you back onto the mattress, hands slipping under your thighs, pulling them apart without hesitation.

“you said you wanted something rough,” chris growls, kneeling between your legs, eyes fixed on the wet patch darkening the delicate lace. “then don’t you dare act shy now.”

your breath hitches.

he smirks again, lowering his mouth to your stomach. “these are coming off,” he mutters, teeth hooking in the waistband. “and you’re not leaving this bed until i say so.”

he pulls them down your legs with his teeth, carefully putting them on display right next to you. 

he presses a kiss to your soaked clit, licking his lips in satisfaction. he pushes your shirt all the way up, exposing your chest to the cool air, and to him. 

chris lets out a quiet, reverent breath as his palms slide slowly up your sides, rough thumbs brushing just beneath your breasts before he finally cups them, kneading gently, like he’s taking his time to commit every inch of you to memory.

"perfect," he mutters, dragging his tongue from the center of your waist, up to right between your tits. “mine.”

you gasp when he takes one nipple into his mouth, sucking just hard enough to make your back arch off the bed. his free hand trails down your stomach, teasing just above where you want him most.

“look at you,” he breathes against your skin. “so worked up already, and i’ve barely touched you.”

you whimper, hips lifting instinctively as his fingers finally dip between your legs, brushing lightly over your soaked folds. he hums in approval, smirking at the way your breath stutters.

“you like those panties, huh?” he teases, sliding one finger inside you with agonizing slowness. “you gotta wear 'em more often, if this is the reaction i get.”

you manage a shaky laugh, but it turns into a moan when he adds another finger, curling them just right. he watches your face closely, his expression dark with focus and desire.

then he leans in again, voice low and rough at your ear. “still want it rough, baby??”

you whimper, looking up at him as your eyes flutter. “still want it.”

“good.”

and just like that, his fingers are gone. you barely have time to protest before he's flipping you over onto your stomach. he stands, pulling off his tshirt, tossing it aside. he pulls down his sweatpants and boxers, staring at you look back at him. 

he lines himself up with you, dragging his tip through your sopping folds. he brings a hand to cup your chin, tapping your cheek. “spit.” he commands, and you allow saliva to drop from your lips, drooling down your chin and into his palm. 

he strokes himself with your saliva, then lining himself up with you. 

“you started this,” chris growls, one hand pressing into the small of your back, the other resting on your ass. “now i’m gonna finish it.”

he slams his hips into you, causing you to let out a deep moan. his thrusts are deep and relentless from the start, like he’s got something to prove. to you, to himself, to the way you looked at him with that teasing smirk earlier. your hands fist the sheets, your breath catching with every powerful snap of his hips.

“fuck” chris groans, voice wrecked and low as he watches himself disappear inside you over and over. “you feel so good. so tight. always so perfect for me.”

you can only whimper in response, overwhelmed, your body trembling beneath him. he leans over you, his chest brushing your back, hand wrapping around your throat from behind. not choking, just holding, anchoring, controlling. “you wanted it like this,” he grits out, lips right against your ear. “don’t you dare forget that.”

he shifts his angle, hips slamming up against the sweet spot inside you with brutal precision. your cry is instant, high and needy, legs spreading wider as your body arches into him involuntarily.

he chuckles darkly. “yeah, there. right fuckin' there. that’s the spot, huh?”

you nod frantically, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes from the intensity, your fingers scrabbling for anything to hold onto. he grabs your wrists and pins them above your head with one hand, his other still firm at your lower back, keeping you exactly where he wants you.

“you look so pretty like this,” chris growls. “fucked out and ruined. mine.”

his pace doesn’t falter, and neither does his grip. the only sounds in the room are the slap of skin against skin, your moans, his grunts, rough, raw, and needy. you can feel your orgasm building fast, coiling hot and tight in your belly, threatening to snap with every deep thrust.

he notices. of course he does. he can feel it. see it in the way your body shakes, hear it in your whimpering gasps.

“you gonna cum for me, baby?” he pants, hips driving harder. “gonna let me feel you lose it all over my cock?”

“yes! please, i’m so close-” you sob, voice broken.

his grip on your wrists tightens. “then give it to me.”

and when you do, when your orgasm crashes into you like a wave, tearing a cry from your throat and making your vision blur, chris doesn’t let up. if anything, he fucks you harder through it, chasing his own release.

he brings his hand up from your lower back, slamming it down onto your right ass cheek, then rubbing over the spot with his palm. you sob, moaning.

“fuck- fuck, i’m gonna..” he groans, pulling out just in time to pump himself to the edge. he cums with a deep growl, hot and thick against your lower back, his hand stroking himself through the high. his breathing is ragged, uneven, as he finally slows down, bending over you to kiss the back of your shoulder gently.

“fuck,” he mutters, still catching his breath. he sits next to you on the bed, rubbing your upper back. “you okay?”

you nod weakly, lips curling into a satisfied smile. “perfect.”

he chuckles, brushing your hair away from your face and kissing the side of your temple. “you better be,” he murmurs, shifting you to lay on your back, positioning his face between your legs. “because we’re not done yet.”

he hooks your knees over his shoulders, spreading you open again with gentle but unrelenting hands. your thighs are still trembling, your body oversensitive, but he doesn’t hesitate. just flattens his tongue against your soaked folds and groans like he’s starving for it.

your back arches off the bed as he laps at your clit, slow and deliberate at first, savoring every shudder, every twitch of your hips.

“chris” you gasp, voice shaky, fingers threading into his hair.

“mm?” he hums against you, the vibration sending another wave of pleasure rolling through your core. “too much?”

you shake your head desperately, even as your legs try to close around his head. “n-no, just… fuck, you’re gonna kill me.”

he pulls back just enough to smirk up at you, chin soaked with your arousal. “nah, baby. i’m gonna make you live for this.”

and then he dives back in, his tongue flicking and circling your clit in perfect rhythm, one hand snaking down to slide two fingers inside you again. fast, deep, practiced. he curls them just right, right where he knows you need it, and your hips buck hard against his face.

“that’s it,” he growls, voice muffled against your cunt. “give me another, pretty girl.”

you’re already unraveling, already close to the edge, and the moment he sucks your clit into his mouth, hard, it tips you straight over. your orgasm hits like lightning, sharp and overwhelming, and you cry out, your thighs clenching around his head.

chris doesn’t stop.

not even when your legs shake violently, not even when your voice cracks. he keeps licking you through it, slowing only when your hand tugs sharply at his hair in overstimulation.

finally, he pulls back, kissing the inside of your thigh before crawling up your body and collapsing beside you, breathing just as hard as you are.

you’re absolutely wrecked, spread out on his sheets and barely coherent, but your fingers still find his jaw, pulling him in for a kiss. he kisses you slow this time, reverent, like he’s saying thank you with every brush of his lips.

“still think you won that game?” you whisper, smiling

he grins, wide and proud. “baby, i never lose.”

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