hey babyyy i have an actual real req this time cause im too lazy to write it and i know youâll eat it up (plus it fits dwb chris a lot)
alr, chris goes away on a trip to visit family or wtv and when he gets back reader surprises him with a freshly healed tongue piercing. do with that what u will
i love u bestieee
brownies
dealer! chris sturniolo x reader
warnings: smutttt, p in v, cream pie, oral fixation, oral (male receiving), drug use (edibles), cursing
a/n: I LOVE YOU @bernardenjoyer <333
CHRISâ POV
when i opened her front door, i was immediately met with the smell of something sweet.
the scent of chocolate hung in the air, the warm air of her apartment making it feel inviting. there was music playing in the background, being overpowered by the sound of her screaming out the lyrics.
when i rounded the corner, i was met with the source of the singing. she wore a t-shirt of mine, it was long enough to just cover her ass.
she was wiping down the counter, though she was doing more dancing than cleaning. she was barely able to get the words out, her movements leaving her out of breath.
when she stopped dancing, she leaned on the counter in front of her to steady her breathing.
i quietly made my way up to her, wrapping my arms around her waist from behind. she jumped slightly at the touch, relaxing into my hold when she realized it was me.
âwhat are you making?â i asked, leaving a kiss to her cheek.
i felt her smile grow wider against my lips, âspecial browniesâ she answered.
âspecial? whatâs so special about them?â i asked as she craned her neck to look at me.
âyouâll seeâ she whispered, before closing the gap between us.
she had a small bit of batter on her lips, which i eagerly collected on my tongue with a swipe.
she took that as a cue to allow my tongue entrance into her mouth, which i graciously took.
as my tongue skimmed along the surface of hers, i felt something cool and hard rub against mine. i removed my lips from hers at the feeling, watching as a shy smile grew on them.
she stuck her tongue out, showing off the small jewelry that laid embedded in it.
âyou- you gotâŠâ i was barely able to finish my question, my brain going wild with images of her tongue in different places.
âyup, you like it?â she asked, taking in my bewildered expression.
âwhat do you think?â i asked as i turned her body to face mine, pushing my lips back onto hers.
she let out a quiet moan into my mouth, her hand cupping my jaw as the other tugged on my hair.
my own hands found her waist, pushing it into the counter behind her while she began to place kisses down my neck.
âmissed you so much, babyâ she whispered into my skin.
before i could say anything back, i was cut off by the ringing of her kitchen timer.
i kept a firm grip on her waist, while she licked a stripe up my neck and pressed a kiss to my jaw.
i let out a moan at the feeling of her piercing dragging against the skin.
âi gotta get that, chrisâ she whispered against me, grabbing my hands. she placed a kiss to each of them before moving to the oven.
she grabbed an oven mitt and bent over to grab the brownies, giving me a perfect view of her lacy panties that were previously hidden under her shirt.
just as quickly as she had bent over, she stood upright again. she placed the baking pan on top of the stove, throwing the mitt onto the counter beside her.
now that the brownies were fully baked, the smell of the chocolate grew stronger. i went to reach for one, only to have my hand smacked away.
âchris, they need to coolâ she spoke, âplus, theyâre not even cut yetâ she pointed out, moving the pan farther away from me.
âok, then iâll cut themâ i spoke, reaching for a knife.
she let out a quick sigh before cutting me a piece and putting it on a plate.
âtheyâre your favoriteâ she spoke as she handed me the plate, a knowing grin grew on my face at that.
âedibles?â i asked, causing her to nod excitedly. she cut herself a piece of her own, quick to put it on a plate before burning her fingers.
we both ate our brownies, catching each other up on our day and talking about whatever came to our minds.
suddenly, she pulled me into a tight hug, whispering sweet words into my ear.
âmissed you so fucking muchâ she spoke before pressing a kiss to the tip of my ear.
âmissed talking to you face-to-face like thisâ she said as she placed her hands on my hips.
âmissed kissing youâ she spoke against my skin, trailing kisses down my neck. her hands snuck under my shirt, nails dragging across my chest as she moved lower down my body.
her eyes never left mine as she bunched my shirt up to my chest, causing me to take hold of it and pull it off of my body. âwant my tongue, baby?â she asked, smiling when i nodded my head feverishly.
she folded the waistband of my sweatpants down, immediately running her tongue along the newly exposed skin.
i let out a groan at her teasing, moving my hands to tug my sweatpants down. âeager much?â she asked, raising her eyebrows at me.
she guided me over to a chair, lightly pushing my shoulders to sit down. instead of answering her previous question, i lifted my hips, pulling down my boxers and throwing them to the side.
i watched as a string of spit fell from her mouth onto my dick, making me squirm slightly as it rolled down my length.
she gave my tip a kitten lick, eliciting a groan from me as i gripped the sides of my seat.
i could tell the weed was starting to kick in, as her every touch seemed to drive me crazy.
she swirled her tongue around my tip, the coolness of her jewelry causing my hips to buck up. she held my hips down as she continued to tease my tip.
her droopy, red eyes met mine as she moaned around me, making my head fall back.
she ran her tongue along the underside of my dick, causing my hand to shoot out to her arm to hold onto.
âp-please, donât tease baby. too sensitiveâ i mumbled out, fingers digging into her skin.
âbut i like watching you get worked upâ she chuckled, leaving kisses up and down my length.
spurts of pre-cum began to drip down from my tip, causing her to run her tongue along me sensually.
she looked up at me through her lashes as she moved her tongue as slow as possible, making me whine out.
âp-please baby, need you so badlyâ i spoke, causing her to tilt her head slightly. she removed her mouth from me altogether, making me screw my eyes shut in frustration.
without warning, she climbed onto my lap. due to my slower reaction time, i wasnât able to process what was happening until she had sunken down onto me fully.
i let out a groan in surprise, hands shooting to her waist as she began to ride me. âso fucking needy, chris. this what you wanted?â she asked, her words slurring into each other slightly.
âyes, yes, yesâ i heaved as my hands slid down to her ass, gripping the skin firmly as she moved on top of me.
she felt impossibly tight around me, her walls clamping down on me harshly. her hard nipples pressed against the fabric of the t-shirt tauntingly.
i reached for the bottom of the shirt before speaking, âcan i-â i started.
she seemed to understand what i was asking before i even finished, nodding her head and raising her arms to help me pull it off.
i immediately wrapped my arms around her waist, pulling her closer as i took one of her boobs into my mouth.
one of her hands came up to the back of my head, carding through my hair. her hips moved quickly against mine, never breaking their rhythm.
she pushed my head further into my chest, her head falling back as she became lost in her own euphoric world.
i drew my hand back to slap her ass a few times, finding pleasure in the way that she clenched around me in response with loud cries falling out of her mouth.
when i felt her begin to slow down, i tightened my grip around her, thrusting up into her. her loud moans bounced off of the kitchen walls, along with the wet squelches of my dick plunging in and out of her.
âchris, iâm so closeâ she choked out, nails digging into my back as she clung onto me. i brought a hand down to rub her clit, causing her legs to begin to shake around me.
âi got you, let go for meâ i spoke right before she released all over me. she let out soft moans into my neck, continuing to grind down on me through her high.
âfuck, câmon chris. i know youâre close, give it to me babyâ she spoke between moans, leaving light kisses against my neck.
i let out a long moan as i held her down against me, filling her up with my seed. she shuddered against me at the feeling, nuzzling her nose into the crook of my neck as we both tried to catch our breath.
i rubbed her back gently, my chin resting on her shoulder as i held her close. i felt her back rise and fall, watching her breathing begin to slow.
âalright, letâs get you cleaned up before you fall asleep on meâ i spoke, only to be met with the sound of soft snores.
too late.
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Chrisâs Dilemma
Chris Sturniolo has a little crush on one of his YouTube peers Layla, whom heâd only met once before. But what will happen when they finally meet once again to film an episode of the Cut The Cameras podcast?
Warning: SMUT, Sneaky sex, Dom!Chris x Sub!OC (named Layla), p in v, Oral (Male-Receiving), Dry-Humping/Grinding, Doggystyle, Missionary
***
âGet your hand off the fucking napkin holder, Chris,â Nick demanded as he grabbed the object out of his brotherâs hands. He placed it onto the table next to him, now further from Chrisâs reach. âWhat are we, kindergarteners?â
Chris stretched his body over his other brother Matt in some way to pick up the napkin holder again, but Matt shoved him from his body, causing Chris to sit back into his seat and cross his arms. He pouted comically, but neither Matt nor Nick were amused.
âStop being annoying,â Nick said as he glared at Chris. They were all at a pizza shop which was pretty packed, and he didnât want his pizza experience to be ruined by his pestering brother.
âHeâs gonna make us get kicked out or something,â Matt added nonchalantly, taking a sip of his own Pepsi afterwards. âI donât know why you canât just sit down and relax for two minutes.â
âI can relax for two minutes,â he shifted his body to Matt and fixed his posture, âThree even.â
âOkay, well why donât you?â Before Chris could protest, Matt continued, âStarting now.â
Nick smirked. âAs if Chris could stay still for 30 seconds. Remember how he acted at Larriâs birthday party?â
Matt nodded and said, âMind you, we were sober, but you acted like you were wasted off of six shots of tequila.â
âOkay, is it âBash Chris Dayâ or something? I canât have a little fun?â Chris responded, rolling his eyes and still feigning a pout onto his lips childishly.
But Matt simply sighed. âNot at our expense, no.â
Nick scrolled through his phone for a bit before he exclaimed, âUgh, sheâs so pretty. I love her fit here,â he said as he pointed at his screen to the picture of one of her outfits.
Chris wiped his mouth and took a glimpse at Nickâs phone, but he was unable to see who Nick was referring to. âWho?â
Nick turned his phone to show his brothers the Instagram picture.
Mattâs eyes focused on the picture for a second before recognizing the familiar face. âOh, Layla? Yeah. Aw, is that her kitty?â
âLayla?â Chris' eyes widened a bit before he sipped his drink. âWe met her at Larriâs party, right?â
Matt nodded. âSheâs so cool. And guess what?â
There was a pause that silenced the space before Chris furrowed his eyebrows. âI donât like when you do that shit.â
Matt looked around confused. âWhat?â
Chris rolled his eyes. âFucking say âguess what?â and pause for an answer like weâre in a fucking episode of Dora The Explorer. Just say what you wanna say.â He took a bite of his pizza as he finished his statement, and Nick could be heard chuckling from across the table.
Matt rolled his own eyes before biting his slice. âAnywaysâ he moved swiftly on, âLayla DMed me the day after the party and said she plays Pokemon Go!, so she added me as a friend. She sent me a Gift and-â
âI deadass do not give a fuck about your game, bro.â He paused to take a sip of his drink. âBut itâs cool that you guys hung out a little.â
Nickâs eyes looked over at Chris, and he noticed the hint of scarlet painted on his cheeks. He never said a word though, as not to make Chris feel pressured to say how he felt in front of the two of them. He knew how Chris was when it came to girls that he liked. He didnât want Chris to run away from someone again. So, he pocketed any questions he had about the way Chris felt about Layla to bring up for another time privately.
Instead, Nick started a new conversation. âGuys, you know how we havenât had a guest on the podcast in a while?â The other boys nodded. âWell, I have a few options of who we could ask. I mean, I hate asking people, but at least these people are our friends. So, if they say no, we donât have to feel awkward about it.â
Chris nodded his head. âTrue.â
Nick looked down at his phone and started to swipe, searching through his Notes app to bring up his list of potential guests. âOkay, so we have Vinnie Hacker first. We met him earlier this year and he seemed pretty cool.â
Matt chuckled under his breath. âThe internet would fucking freak if he did a video with us.â
Chris sipped his Pepsi and smirked. âJust imagine the 4 Italian Stallions of the internet collabing. Wild.â His smirk began to shift to a big smile, but he noticed the two pairs of judging eyes coming from his brothers.
âPlease donât call us âItalian Stallionsâ ever again in your life,â Nick said as he sighed. He began to go through his options again, listing a couple more influencers and a few singers and rappers that they had known until Nick finally landed onto Laylaâs name. âAaand since we brought her up before, maybe Layla. She DMed me saying that if we ever wanted to collaborate, she would be up for it. And she seems like such a sweet girl. Very opinionated, which is a plus.â
âOf course thatâs a plus for you,â Matt interrupted Nick.
Nick sucked his teeth. âOkay, whatever that means. Should I text her back and ask if sheâs willing to join us for this weekâs pod?â
The other brothers gave each other a look before nodding in agreement. She was a Youtuber just like them. Her content was relatively similar in terms of doing random vlogs and videos with her family and friends, with the addition of makeup tutorials, fashion hauls, and other things. She would be a perfect fit.
Nick smiled. âOkay! Iâll text her right now!â, he stated and got straight to texting Layla.
âI hope she says yes,â Matt said. âWho knows? Maybe we can become friends.â
âYeah,â Chris replied a bit dully. âMaybe.â
He hoped.
***
The boys got home later that evening and went into their respective rooms. Matt played Fortnite, Nick decided to do some editing for their next Youtube video and some computer storage cleaning, and Chris⊠Well, he was pacing back and forth in his room. Why was he doing this? He was thinking about Layla.
As said before, he and his brothers met Layla at Larriâs party a few weeks ago. Larri was the one who pulled her over to them, giving them her introduction in her place. She looked over at Chris, giving him the prettiest, yet shyest smile. She hugged each of his brothers, and for some reason, the hug between the two of them seemed longer than theirs. He wondered if she had done that on purpose.
Their conversation was a pretty decent one. Very normal. Flowed smoothly. Something that Chris didnât really expect from influencers in LA. Usually, everyone in LA is trying to outdo everyone else around them, asking them things about their lives that they could probably use as ammunition later on if their âfriendshipsâ were in peril. He hated that shit so much.
But with Layla, she just felt genuine. She seemed like she wasnât the type of person to put herself on a pedestal. She just seemed normal. That night at the party, she talked to them about normal things like what she liked to do in her spare time and that she wasnât necessarily a party person anyway. Chris learned she was a few years older than him, was from North Carolina (thank God, another East-Coaster, he thought to himself, relieved), had some siblings, and had a black and white cat named Knight. He remembers her pretty-sounding, delicate voice telling her, âI would let you meet him one day,â ending her statement with the cutest, shyest chuckle.
And Layla was fucking gorgeous, too. Her deep brown eyes were warm and inviting. He couldnât stop looking into them the night they met. She had the cutest little button nose, pretty lips, and a great sense of style that he honestly envied.
She was just so perfect. He didnât know much about her personally yet, but he was absolutely ready to learn more.
Actually, was he ready? If he was actually ready, he wouldnât be pacing back and forth in his room the way he was now. His heart wouldnât be pounding the way it was now. He wouldnât be trying to script what to say to her in his head right now. FuckâŠ
***
There was a knock on Nickâs bedroom door.
Nick took his headphones off and rested them around his neck. âYes?â
âHey,â Chris said to Nick as he slowly creaked the door open. âI just,â he sighed and shook his head to ease himself a bit, âI canât sleep.â
Nickâs eyebrows furrowed in confusion, but he didnât question Chris any further. âYou can come sleep with me,â he suggested, noticing the anxiety in his brotherâs face as Chris opened his bedroom door. They had slept in the same room before, so this wasnât any weird to him. He shuffled to one side of his bed to make room for Chris, clearing off anything on that side and placing it on his nightstand. âWhatâs wrong?â
Chris sighed. âI donât know. I know Iâm a bit anxious, I just donât know whatâs making me feel that way.â He couldnât look up at Nick; something made him feel too embarrassed to look him in the eyes.
Nick looked over at Chris with a concerned expression. âDid something happen? Did someone say something to you?â
Chris shook his head and sighed.
âGood, because I wouldâve kicked their ass.â He thought for a moment before continuing. âIs there something coming up that youâre nervous about?â
His brother seemed to jump at the last question, as if he was caught red-handed. âWell, kinda-sorta.â Chris brought his knees to his chest and wrapped his arms around them, a sort of self-soothing gesture.
âKinda-sorta?â Nick chuckled. âWhat is it? The meeting with Laura tomorrow morning?â
âNoâŠâ Chrisâs face hid in his knees. âThe other thing tomorrowâŠâ
Nick sat for a moment to think before suddenly remembering recording a podcast episode with Layla on that day. âThe podcast episode with Layla?â
Chris nodded, still hiding his face. âMhm.â
âWhat? Why?â Before Chris even responded, Nickâs memories suddenly flashed back to the time at the pizza shop. Chris seemed so smitten by her being brought up. The way his face reddened, the way he tried to seem not as interested as he actually was- it all made sense. And now was the time he could ask him about it.
âChrisâŠâ He threw one of his arms around Chrisâs upper back and placed the hand onto his shoulder, âI feel like I know why youâre so nervous about that.â
Chrisâs head jolted from between his knees, and he brought his eyes to look into Nickâs, his eyebrows furrowed in a mixture of embarrassment and frustration. âYeah, I like her. A lot. Which is weird because Iâve only met her once. But, I donât even know how to express that. Do I even like her?â
Nick rubbed Chrisâs shoulder. âHey, itâs okay. Youâre good. I understand what youâre saying.â
âYouâre just saying that to make me feel better,â Chris said, sighing as he leaned into Nickâs body.
âNo, Iâm not.â Nick paused. âWell, kinda? But, that doesnât mean what youâre feeling is invalid.â
Chris didnât respond.
Nick continued, âListen, you liking her after meeting her in-person once isnât a bad or weird thing. Itâs just the way you feel, which is valid and genuine. I personally wouldnât say youâre âin loveâ with her yet. Itâs a crush. But, you just need to talk to her to get to know her more. Maybe that will help you assess your feelings better.â
âBut, how?â Chris silently yelled, throwing his arms down onto the mattress in frustration. âI canât just walk up to her tomorrow and be like, âHey, I think I like you, but I donât really know yet. Can I please get to know you so that I can get back to you with updates later?ââ
An imaginary lightbulb went off in Nickâs head. âI have an idea.â
Chris sighed. âLike what?â
Nick became giddy over the plan he had and immediately went into details. âOkay, so sheâs coming over tomorrow. How about I find some way to make you guys spend time together? Alone. Without me and Matt.â
Chris looked at Nick puzzled. âHow would that happen? Wouldnât that be awkward?â
âNot if the excuse is reasonable!â Nick grinned.
Chris chuckled. âAnd whatâs the excuse you have in mind?â
Nick scratched the back of his head, chuckling nervously as he processed Chrisâs question. âI⊠uh⊠havenât come up with one yet. But, when it does come up, trust me, it will be great!â
âYâknow what, Nick?â Chris smirked. Thatâs not that dumb of an idea.â
Nick smiled back. âI would prefer a âNick, youâre such a mastermindâ, but I guess this suffices.â
âSuffices?â
Nickâs smile immediately dropped and he rolled his eyes. âUgh, just go to bed.â
âYouâre not gonna cuddle with me?â Chris asked, pouting and making grabby-hands like a child that needed physical affection from their parents.
âWhat is up with you and pouting lately? And no, Iâm doing something on my computer. Youâll be okay.â
Chris sighed and turned to face the other side of the room. He curled himself into a comfortable position, and managed to fall asleep soundly. That talk with Nick definitely calmed him down a bit.
Nick looked over to his brother and smiled, rubbing Chrisâs back as he felt him sleep soundly. Fuck, I gotta think of the planâŠ
***
BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!
The sound of Laylaâs alarm went off, and Layla awakened from her deep sleep, her hand reaching out to turn it off. Today was the day of her collaboration with the triplets, and she was not wasting any time to put herself together.
She quickly did her morning routine, using the best-looking products she had and wore her best makeup. She went to her closet, pulled out her best outfit bag of food, as he usually did in the morning, which Layla knew was his signal to feed him. As soon as she walked over, he meowed and stared at her as she poured his food into his bowl. She looked down at him and the smile on her face went away as she realized she would have to be away from him for the day.
Layla lived alone after moving from South Carolina to LA, and usually she would have one of her LA friends watch him. Unfortunately, they were all pretty busy, so she didnât have anyone. So, she thought of an idea. âHey, Knighty. You wanna come with mommy to work?â
Knight looked up at her and meowed.
Layla pulled out her phone and facetimed Nick. After a few rings, he picked up the phone with a smile on his face. She could hear rustling and the clanging of metal in the background from Nickâs side.
âOh, sorry about the noise. The washing machine is broken so weâre trying to fix it- Chris, no, donât hammer the fucking outlet, are you dumb?!â
âItâs coming out of the wall!â Chris could be heard responding in the background.
âNo, put the fucking hammer down!!â Nick could be seen leaving the frame of his camera, followed by a small slapping sound, which Layla could assume that he slapped Chris. âWe donât even need a hammer!â
Layla chuckled before Nick came back on frame. âSorry about that, Layla. Chris was being a complete idiot,â he visibly rolled his eyes, âSo whatâs up?â
âOkay, so I have a bit of a problemâŠâ
Nickâs eyes widened a bit. âUh-oh, whatâs wrong?â
âSo I donât have anyone to watch my cat, and I donât wanna leave him alone. SoâŠâ
âOH MY GOD!â Mattâs face popped up on screen over Nickâs shoulder. âPlease bring him over! I wanna meet him so bad⊠Please?â
His slightly whiny tone of voice amused Layla. âOnly if all of you are fine with it. I donât just wanna bring some random animal at your ho-â
âPlease⊠I swear Chris is fine with it, right Chris?â He paused to look away from the camera, presumably to look at Chris for a response, then turned back to face the screen, âYep, heâs okay with it! And I know Nick is, too.â Matt looked down at Nick, rubbing his shoulder slightly forcefully in a way to persuade him.
Nick swatted Mattâs hand from his shoulder. âYes, you can bring him over. You didnât have to ask, but thanks for doing it anyway. Some people would have a pet snake and just bring it over without asking like a weirdo.â He smiled at the screen.
Layla smiled back, âThank you, guys. I'll be seeing you later!â
Then there was a loud thud. âMattâŠâ Nickâs eyes glared off-camera. âAnyways, see ya later, Layla!â He smiled and waved until the call ended.
Layla went on the rest of the morning thinking about what would happen later. She was so excited to see the boys again and get to know them. Especially Chris.
She first watched the brothers last year when she came across a compilation of their funny moments on Tiktok. They were so funny, and she could relate to them with so many opinions and ideas.
When she met the brothers for the first time at Larriâs party, they were so nice to her and had such a great vibe. But Chris was unique. He immediately stood out to her. His energy, his charisma, his pretty face, his smile, his style- they all made her melt. He even smelled so fucking good, despite the âstinkyâ jokes that his brothers teased him about all the time. She couldnât wait to smell him again.
***
Layla finally made it to the boysâ house, and she texted them of her arrival. She stepped out of the Uber with Knightâs crate in her hand, and walked down their yard, where she finally saw Nick standing outside waiting for her. He smiled so brightly and immediately extended his arms for a hug.
âOh my god, hey!!â He said as he hugged her. âHow are you? You look great, by the way!â
Layla smiled. âThank you so much! You look good too!â She replied. âIâve been alright, workâs just been taking up some of my free time. But otherwise, things have been fine.â
He smiled. âYeah, I know you edit all your videos, and I definitely know how exhausting that is. Unfortunately, those two donât know how to fuckinâ editâ, he rolled his eyes playfully at the mention of his brothers before continuing, âAnd youâve been traveling a lot too, so thatâs double exhausting.â He chuckled, making her let out a small giggle in tandem. âWell, I wonât keep you standing outside in this heat for any longer.â
Standing like a proud magician introducing his opening act as he opened the houseâs door, Nick exclaimed with the widest grin on his face, âAnd welcome to our humble abode!â
Layla put Knightâs cage down and looked up at the sight. It had a modern look to it, a monochrome color scheme, and little things of the boysâ that scattered in the living room and on the kitchen island. Their home was sweet and simple, but the real charm was the fact that she instantly felt safe there. Something about it, whether it was the smell of clean linen with a hint of cologne, or the little items that you could figure out which belonged to which sibling, or if it was the simple fact that it was owned by these three well-mannered men, Layla just instantly felt safe. And she could tell that her cat felt this same security as well, as he had made a straight B-line to their couch as soon as she opened his cage, laying on one of the throw pillows and getting himself comfortable as if he were at his own home.
It was something about Laylaâs presence that made Chris feel safe as well. He didnât know her for a long time, of course. It was weird, but it just felt normal. She felt normal. She wasnât some crazy obsessed fan who knew his every move, how many pairs of shoes he owned, or what his favorite Lil Skies song was. She was just a normal girl who happened to do a similar job to him. A normal girl with the most beautiful face that he wished he could stare at for a very long time. Was he the weirdo? Maybe.
âHey Layla!â Matt said as he walked down the stairs, Chris following right behind him.
Chris smiled slightly, nervousness creeping up his spine as he inched closer to Layla and Nick.
âHey, guys!â Layla walked up to Matt as he walked into the living room and they shared a quick hug. âHowâve you been, Matt?â
Matt smiled. âEverythingâs fine with meâŠâ He started to look around as if he were looking for something.
âKnightâs over there, Matt,â Nick said with a deadpan tone, pointing towards the couch. It was quite comedic for Layla to see Matt be interested in the cat more than anything else in that moment.
Mattâs eyes widened as well as his smile as he walked straight towards the couch and sat down beside the cat. He put his hand in front of Knightâs nose to allow him to get used to his scent. After a couple of sniffs, Knight nuzzled Mattâs hand and climbed onto his lap, getting right back to sleep as Matt stroked his fur.
Layla smiled at the sight. âAw, thatâs too cute! Iâll have to take a photo!â
Nick replied, âIâll take one and send it to you.â
âThank you!â Layla responded before turning to face Chris, who stood awkwardly as if he were caught doing something naughty.
And to some extent, he was doing something naughty. He stared at her the entire time through Matt and Knightâs wholesome interaction. He loved seeing how heartfelt she was at the sight. Her eyes smiled alongside her beautiful lips. When she turned back around to face him, he shot his face down towards the ground feeling guilty, hence the awkward pose.
Layla walked up to Chris with extended arms and hugged him tightly, their embrace lasting longer than the ones she shared with Nick and Matt, and quite similar to the hugs they shared at Larriâs party.
Nick watched Chris and Laylaâs hug, a smile hidden between his lips. He didnât want to make it obvious how much he knew of Chrisâs feelings for her. It would ruin his whole plan of getting them together in the first place.
âHowâve you been, Layla?â Chris asked, his voice having a bit of a flirty tone that he hoped she didnât pick up on.
Layla did pick up on it. She thought it was sexy since the first time she watched him in videos, and thought it was even sexier in person. She replied to his question the same way she replied to Nickâs earlier, but reciprocated a tinge of the same flirtatiousness underneath. âIâve been good. Kinda tired because of work, but overall Iâm okay.â
Chris smirked warmly. âThatâs good. Glad to see you again.â
Layla nodded and gulped at the sight of his smirk- it was hot. âY-you, too.â
After this, Nick and Layla walked around the living room and kitchen area, having a mini chat and a tiny tour of the areas, while Matt and Chris walked upstairs to the podcast room. They made sure the room was spick-and-span for their guest beforehand, but they just wanted to do a little check-up of their set-up before the podcast session officially started.
âShe seems so sweet. Iâm glad she said yes to this.â Matt wiped down the table with a disinfecting towel, smiling to himself as he thought of how well the day would go.
Chris distractedly responded. âYeahâŠâ
Matt picked up on Chrisâs distracted tone and looked over at him. He noticed the concerning nervous look on his face. âYou alright, Chris?â
âYeah,â he answered a bit irritated, âIâm good, Matt.â
Matt rolled his eyes. âI was just askinâ. Get the stick outta your ass.â
Chris sighed. âSorry, Iâm just focusing right now.â
âFocusing on⊠dusting?â
Chris looked down at the duster in his hand and rolled his eyes as he put it down. âNo,â he paused for a moment to think of a better excuse than admitting his crush on Layla, âIâm focusing on the podcast questions weâre gonna ask Layla.â Perfect.
Matt chuckled, âWell thatâs a first. You never think of the questions.â
âWell, maybe Iâm growing,â Chris said with a smile at the end. He felt bad to lie to Matt, but with Nick knowing of his secret, telling Matt would feel like too much.
âOoookay?â Matt reacted confused, but went along with it as they continued to prepare the room.
***
Throughout the filming of the episode, Layla could feel Chrisâs gaze on her, like the heat of a fire warming against her skin. Everytime she looked over at him, his blue eyes, piercing yet soft, would be directed towards her. All of her answers to his questions as well as his brothersâ werenât left unanswered. She could feel that he was actually interested in whatever she had to say.
And he was truly intrigued by the conversations they were having, never missing a beat to interject on a topic that he felt passionate about. Thatâs what Layla loved about him: his passion. She loved how hype he would get whenever they spoke on things he enjoyed like music, food, and their childhoods. His body would shift and jolt in a way that really portrayed how excited he was about those topics, and Layla was elated to see it.
However, Chris did notice that whenever he was the one to speak to Layla, whether it was asking her questions or interjecting his own opinions that he had hoped she picked up on, Layla would stumble on her words. He didnât think it was any sort of nervousness, and definitely did not suspect the stuttering to be caused by her being frustrated with some sort of crush on him that he didnât know about (although that absolutely was the reason why she stuttered). But he thought her stammering, especially in their interactions, was adorable regardless and didnât mind it.
The four of them went on to discuss their favorite places and pastimes in their hometowns, how it compared to LA life, and interjecting some funny (more so embarrassing) moments from their lives in the conversations. The boys asked questions about Laylaâs influencer career and how her lifeâs journey had been to this point as well as her plans for the future. It wasnât a bad video at all.
***
The podcast finally ended. Nick rose from his seat, taking a couple of stretches before finally standing to put his sneakers back on. Matt followed in suit, holding his cup in his hand, making sure not to spill the contents of it as he picked up his sweater from beside him. Chris noticed his brothers gathering their contents and his eyebrow rose. âWhere are you two going?â
Matt zipped his hoodie up and dug his empty in his pocket searching for his keys. âNick texted me during the pod and said that he wanted to go to Chick-Fil-A for some food.â
âI got the munchies,â Nick inserted.
Layla stood up from her seat and grabbed her purse. âOh, okay, Iâll follow you guys, if thatâs okay. Iâm kind of hungry-â
Nick quickly looked over at Layla and suggested, âNo, no, no! You can stay here!â He noticed the anxiousness of his voice and quickly cleared his throat before continuing, âMe and Matt will get the food. Youâre our guest, right?â
Layla nodded, albeit a bit confused by the suggestion.
Nick smiled. âYeah, soooo,â elongating the âsoâ for emphasis, âyou can stay here! Chris will take care of you. Right, Chris?â
Chrisâs cheeks became a sharp shade of red after processing what his brother had said. Take care of her? What the fuck was Nick saying? Noticing everyoneâs eyes on him as he was stunned by Nickâs words, Chris cleared his throat and replied, âYeah, Layla. Iâll stay here with you.â
Layla was just as stunned by what was happening- moreso, what was about to happen. She was going to be left alone. With Chris. The guy sheâd been thinking about since she first met him. No, she was thinking about him since she first came across his content. And now theyâre alone. Together. In his house. And he looks good. And smells good. And-
The sound of the door squeaking open interrupted her thoughts. ââKay, guys, see ya later! Donât freak Layla out too much, Chris,â Nick said.
âShut up!â Chris snapped back at his brother jokingly, watching him and Matt leave before hearing the door shut.
It was just the two of them now. Chris and Layla.Together. Alone.
And yet, silence.
Until Chris said, âHey.â
Layla smiled. âHey.â
They were still sitting across from each other still in the podcast room, so there was no way for them not to notice each otherâs presence.
Chris didnât want to ignore her anyway. It would be rude of him to go on his phone and distract himself. She was a guest- he had to be a good enough host for her. Also, how could he ignore such a beautiful lady in front of him? He had to say something. âSo, what do you wanna do?â
Layla shifted in her seat, making herself comfortable- or at least trying to. âI donât know.â She chuckled to herself. âWhat do you wanna do?â
Ugh, why would she phrase the question back to me??, He thought. âUm⊠Well, I donât know. Maybe we can just talk?â
âAbout what?â Layla lifted an eyebrow curiously.
Chrisâs cheeks started to tint with red. âMaybeâŠâ he raised a finger as he came up with an idea, â20 Questions?â
Layla laughed, and the reaction caused Chrisâs cheeks to redden even more with embarrassment. He tried to cover it up with an explanation. âI know, itâs a stupid idea but maybe it can help us get to know each other personally? Unless you donât want to-â
âOkay, go for it.â Layla smiled as she leaned back in her chair, now sitting as if she was ready for any questions he would hit her with.
Chris was shocked at her readiness. âOh, wow, okay!â He bit his lip as the gears started to turn in his head, and the screwing of his face made Layla blush. âI gotta think of a questionâŠâ He took - couple of seconds and then-
âAlright,â the boy started. âWhat was your first impression of me?â Chris asked, leaning back into his chair similarly to her, and smirked. A ballsy question, yes, but one he was genuinely curious about.
Layla turned her head away from him slightly to avoid the sight of his smirk. Every fucking face he makes is so sexy, she thought to herself. âFirst impression? Like in person or in videos?â
Chris tried to keep eye contact with her, tilting his head a bit forward to get back in her field of view. âEither.â He shrugged, not out of disinterest, but rather the opposite, absolutely wanting to hear both perspectives of her thoughts.
She smiled as she thought about him. âI thought you were a good guy. At least when I started watching the videos.â
He raised one of his eyebrows, but the smirk remained as he let out a small scoff. âJust a âgood guyâ?â
Layla shifted her legs in her seat, the scoff and smirk combo making her a bit⊠aroused. âOkay, a great guy. Is that better?â
Chris laughed. âIâll take it.â He paused before continuing, âAnd in person?â Hereâs where it gets juicy.
Layla chuckled involuntarily out of nervousness before she answered. âYou were bigger than I expected.â
Chris looked at her curiously. âBigger?â He thought for a moment and then chuckled. He had the urge to make a joke, a rather inappropriate one along the lines of âyou know what else is big?â, but the urge quickly subsided and led to a teasing question. âWhat- did you think I was that short?â
Layla immediately defended herself. âNo, no! You just seem so⊠âskinny white boy from the Northeastâ-esque. If that makes sense. Like Timothee Chalamet, yâknow?â
âHm. Okay,â he replied, but kept up the teasing aura. â So you mean bigger as in more muscular? Or bigger as in thicker⊠like I got a fat ass?â
Layla rolled her eyes. âLetâs go with the first one âcause that second one is a reach.â
Chris fake-frowned. âYou donât think I got cake?â
Layla scoffed. âShut up! Just take the compliment!â
Chris laughed as he felt Layla kick him playfully under the table. âIâll tell you what I first thought about you.â
Layla placed her elbows on the table and put her face in her hands as she looked at Chris intriguingly. âOoh, Iâm excited.â
Chrisâs teasing smirk softened into a warm smile as he began to think of the times he first came across her and her content. âWell, I knew of you before Larriâs party through little clips of you on TikTok. You just had this inviting smile and warm energy that automatically drew me in. I would see you in little funny compilations from your vlogs and GRWM videos, and your humor was kinda similar to mine. I was intrigued by you. And thatâs when I started watching your videos.â
As he spoke, Layla thought about how she came across him- literally almost the same way. It was interesting. A coincidence? Maybe. A lot of people around their age come across people like that. But it was cute regardless.
Chris went on. âI donât really know what youâre talking about when I watch your makeup tutorials or fashion try-on hauls or whateverâŠâ he let out a small laugh then continued, âBut I donât mind it. Just your energy, your laughter, your beauty- both inside and out- were enough to get me hooked on you.â
It seemed as if Chris was genuinely pouring his heart out. âAnd in person, whoaaaa,â he leaned back in his chair in a way that emphasized his whoa, âThe first time I met you in person, your beauty was just 10 times more intense. Like, you were pretty on my phone screen, but in person? Right up close? Wow. Amazing.â His cheeks tinted red again. âAnd youâre a great hugger. Your perfume just stayed in my nose for days after that.â
Chris was so caught up in his proclamation that when he finally noticed the girlâs beautiful cheeks becoming tinted with blush, he stopped himself from getting deeper and called her out jokingly to cut the tension. âYouâre blushing!â
Layla lowered her head when she saw his finger point at her. âBlushing? Iâm brown-skinned, how could you tell?â
âYour cheeks are a bit of aâŠâ he leaned in closer to her, and she could definitely feel the heat now; it was obvious to the both of them, âTheyâre a chestnut color. Mahogany, if you will.â
ââMahogany if you willââ, Layla couldnât help but mock the words from his lips. âYouâre stupid, you know that?â
âYeah?â He leaned back against his chair. âIs that another trait about me that you forgot to mention?â
She nodded and a teasing grin popped up on her face. Yes, she was teasing him now, but the grin was a bit more of a facade as to how she truly felt in that moment: aroused.
It was almost as if Chris knew of her growing desire as he continued to press her. âAnd what else?â
Layla noticed the same stupid, smug smirk on his face as he egged her on. âYouâre stupid, and sloppy, and weird.â
âUh-huhâŠâ His irises seemed to grow darker as the tension between them became more palpable. âWhat else? Any positives?â
Silence.
âIâm waiting.â He sang in a teasing tone.
âWell, youâreâŠâ One of Chrisâs eyebrows rose in intrigue as she continued, â⊠creative.â
âThank you! Well, I was waiting for âhandsomeâ, but âcreativeâ is good enough.â He suddenly realized his flirtatious nature and questioned himself, What the fuck am I saying?
ââGood enough?ââ Layla scoffed playfully. âWell Iâll give you something even better than handsome then, since youâre so desperate.â She stood up suddenly and walked towards him, bending herself down to face him up close. She leaned into his ear, her breath brushing by the skin of its helix. âYouâre sexy.â
What the fuck. What the fuck what the fuck what the fuck- was all that repeated in Chrisâs mind. What. The. Fuck. Sexy? Me??
As if reading his mind, Layla added, âYeah. Youâre sexy. Your eyes, your lips- even your nose is sexy,â Laylaâs tone sounded like she was admitting this nonchalantly, but as she realized the impact of her statements, her eyes began to widen and her heartbeat gradually sped up.
âDamn.â Thatâs all Chris could say at that moment. One explicative that was enough to express his shock. Damn. His eyes widened and if he didnât have some sort of control of his reaction, his jaw wouldâve fallen to the floor.
He fully faced her as he turned his body around, his nose now nearly touching hers. Their faces were nearly centimeters apart. If a kiss didnât happen now, there wouldnât be another chance.
So Chris kissed her. His lips pressed against her abruptly, yet with a hint of tenderness that allowed Layla to feel comfortable and not pressured to reciprocate it. Layla leaned into the kiss, her eyes closed and lips enveloped into the passion of the moment. Although the kiss lasted at most 10 seconds before Chris pulled away, there was an undeniable spark between them and a force that almost pulled them back into each other again. Almost.
Chris moved his head backward to look at Layla and her reaction to his sudden action. She looked pleased, but he wanted to really make sure. Really, really make sure. His hand caressed her face with a gentle touch, his thumb rubbing her cheek.
âJust fucking kiss me againâ, Layla said in response, rolling her eyes at the boy before she could feel his hand grip onto her jaw and pull her into his lips. They were soft and tasted like cherry lip balm, the flavor shocking Layla, but she didnât mind as she melted into his grasp and allowed him to take a hold of her face and mind. She then climbed on top of him, her legs now wrapped around his waist as she sat on his lap.
Chrisâs hands felt an urge to roam her body like they were already on her face, but he controlled himself, not wanting to cross any boundaries without her permission. Feeling heated, he began to remove his sweater and Layla helped him with this as she saw him struggle with his movements as he focused on the passion of the kiss.
Chris sighed as they pulled away from their kiss for a second to process what was happening. âFuck, I havenât kissed anyone like that in a while. I feel soâŠâ
âSo what?â
âSo⊠good. Layla, I need you. Fuck, I donât know what Iâm saying.â
âChris,â Layla placed her hand on his chin, rubbing it in soft movements in a subtle way to soothe him. She could tell he was getting a bit anxious. But she could also feel how much he wanted to move the moment even further. âChris, youâre okay. Youâre with me, alright? Do you need me?â
Chris nodded, not being able to say much other than a âmm-hmâ.
âTell me what exactly you need me to do. Iâll take care of you,â Layla pressed her forehead against his and stared into his eyes, making sure that any changes in his face werenât due to any discomfort or unease. âI promise, I will take care of you. Just tell me what you need.â
Chrisâs breath hitched in his throat. He never thought he would get this nervous about a girl. Like ever. At least not in a long time. But, Layla? Fuck, she was something else. He watched her chest rise and fall as she breathed at a slow pace, which he took as a signal in his own consciousness to control his own breathing and relax. He would need to if he really wanted this moment to progress. âI need you to make me feel good. I need you to feel good, too.â
Layla began to move her hips back and forth against Chrisâs lap, small breaths of pleasure escaping her lips as the ache between her legs was now being soothed by his touch. He watched her for a minute, taking the time to really process what was happening. His hands slowly started to grasp her hips, not yet applying pressure, but just holding onto her to get used to the way she felt in his hands. The girl bit her lip and started to whimper as she grinded down with more desperation, which Chris took as a sign to kiss her forehead and her cheek to soothe her a bit. He looked into her eyes and bit his own lip, nodding as he watched her pleasure herself with his body. âThere you go⊠you look so pretty like that.â
Layla moaned in response at his praise, and Chris smiled as he began to help her grind on his lap, his hands gripping onto her hips and moving them back and forth. Their breathing escalated, sending them both in a spiral as they started to both find an orgasm subconsciously.
But Chris stepped out of the moment as soon as he felt himself nearing the precipice. He didnât want to end this moment prematurely. âGet on your knees,â was all he instructed her as his eyebrows furrowed in sexual frustration. He wanted to make this beautiful girl in front of him unravel herself before he would with the limited amount of time they had alone together.
His sudden request caught Layla off guard, causing her eyes to widen and her actions to freeze. She looked at him in a way that she could recalibrate herself to actually take his commands, and finally did, getting off of him and settling onto her knees. Her widened eyes looked into his again, awaiting for another command. Something about the man in front of her and the situation they were in made her desire to be submissive in this moment.
Layla began to pull his pants down to his ankles but left his boxers by his thighs for precaution if someone happened to walk in. She wouldnât wanna traumatize his brothers with the sight of her gagging on his dick.
âYeah, pull my dick out, fuckâŠâ He threw his head back as he felt the air of the room hit his bare cock. âFuckkkâŠâ He needed to feel her lips around him- or anything for that matter- right now.
Layla immediately started to rub his shaft, both of her hands around it as she began to move them up and down. She gathered some of the precum leaking from his tip to lubricate him somehow, but it wasnât enough for Chris.
âSpit on my dick, please,â he requested with pouty lips, his head still thrown back, but his fingers found their way in Laylaâs hair for some sort of comfort. âJust spit on it-â her saliva landed on his dick and she began to rub it in- âGood girlâŠâ He ran his fingers through her hair in appraisal.
âLook at that pretty fuckinâ faceâŠâ Chris purred as he brought the same hand down in her hair down to caress her jaw, his thumb rubbing soothingly against her cheek. He noticed her looking back at the door repeatedly when she first kneeled down, and wanted to reassure her. âI see you wanting to look at the door, but donât worry about anyone barging in here. Weâll hear the front door from up here when they get back,â he explained to further comfort her before getting her to do anything further.
Layla smiled and nodded at Chris as she continued to massage his shaft, causing him to bring his hand back to her hair and tug on it a bit. âO-okay,â he stammered, âI want you to suck me off, okay? Use those cute fuckinâ lips of yours on my dick.â
He watched as the woman kneeling before him wrapped her plump, glossed lips around the head of his dick, the contact making him unconsciously buck into her mouth a bit deeper than they both expected. He quickly stabilized himself onto the chair and anchored his feet on the ground, hoping to control his body from making that mistake again.
Layla began to bob her head up and down his shaft, each and every repetitive motion causing him to wince and groan in pleasure. It was a pleasure he hadnât felt from another person in a while; a pleasure he had to mimic with his own right hand, the same right hand he was using to grip onto Laylaâs hair. He was in bliss, but he knew he couldnât be there for a long time.
In realization of their limited time, Chris started to apply force with the hand gripping her hair, helping her to bob on his dick with more vigor. He bit his lip and curled his toes in his shoes as he could feel her tongue dance around the skin of his shaft, exciting every nerve that existed there. When the tip of her tongue would find its way back to the tip of his dick, licking around the hole, now that was heaven. And her lips? Fuck. Plump, cushiony, comfortable, kissable. He didnât know what she was wearing that made them feel so warm, almost spicy, whenever she kissed his dick. Maybe it was that lip plumper she said she liked to wear in one of those old videos she did? Regardless, it was working its magic.
Layla felt equally as pleased, the feeling of his dick in her mouth making her moan and salivate around him. She knew she couldnât get too sloppy since at any moment, anyone could walk through the doors and ruin her moment. But the feeling of his warm and slightly salty length and the outline of the veins that adorned it were enough to keep her going.
âOh, youâre too good at this, baby,â he complimented her with a moan as she continued her movements. âWish I got to feel you do this sooner. Feels like this is what Iâve been missing out on my whole life- Ah!â He let out a small yelp as Layla took it upon herself to bring his tip to the back of her throat.
Layla held him in the back of her throat, thrusting her head up and down to let him hit the opening of her esophagus. She let out little coughs as she did this, and her legs opened wider underneath her, allowing her to play with herself as she grew more hungry to feel him inside of her pussy.
Chris brought his head up from its laid back position and noticed her hand repeating circular motions between her sprawled out legs. He snickered, clearly entertained by her desperate attempts to please herself. ââYou having fun down there, princess?â
Layla only moaned in response as she continued to deepthroat him and grind against her fingers at once. The sound of her moan was heaven, and he wanted to open the gates in her pussy to hear even more.
âOkay, princess, this feels good and all but,â he used his hand to guide her off of his dick, her lips making a pop as they let him go, âI wanna fuck you so badly. And I know you want me too, right Layla?â
Layla moaned, âUh-huh, please?â She couldnât get many words out in her current state, but the blissed-out look on her face and the lust in her eyes spoke for her. She pouted at him as she watched him stand up from his chair, studying his body and face to figure out what they would do next.
Chris grasped both of her hands with his, helping her up from her knees. He quickly grabbed her face and kissed her, his lips missing the feeling of hers on them. Before she could even get comfortable in the kiss, he shifted her body so that she was now bent over the podcast table. Her pretty back and ass were the only thing in his view, and it was delectable.
Chris held onto his cock as he positioned it in front of her pussyâs entrance. He rubbed it between the lips, teasing her hole with his cockhead. Layla backed herself up against him and whined, wanting to feel him inside of her as the ache between her legs couldnât handle the teasing any longer. But Chris shushed her and slapped his dick against her clit a couple of times, almost in some way to punish her, causing her body to jolt and her mouth to let out a little cry. âShh, itâs okay. Youâll get it; just relax, mama.â
Layla bit her lip as she felt him tease her a bit more, constantly pushing only the tip in and then pulling it out just before her pussy could even grasp him. She whined and moaned and whimpered some more until finally, he pushed himself inside.
The girl let out a long, drawled moan, probably one of the loudest sheâd ever made, and Chris groaned at the sensations happening around him. From the sound of the moan, to the feeling of her pussy wrapping around him and coating his dick, to the sight of this girlâs beautiful body, he didnât know if he would last long.
Chris began his thrusts in her, staccato with a slightly fast tempo, which filled the room with noises of bodies interlocking with each other in a hungry dance of desire. Her ass made little ripples that made contact with his pelvis, and that was a delicious sight to see. Chris groaned and cursed underneath his breath as he felt her pussy tighten around him more with every second that passed. The feeling of her walls gliding against him caused a friction that heated up his entire body.
Layla was in a trance. She moaned with every thrust and leaned her face and upper body against the table as she felt her body not have control anymore. Chrisâs thrusts were what she had hoped from him: exuberant and needy, but with a subtle praising hit against her G-spot that made her feel like the luckiest woman on Earth. In the chase of her nearing orgasm, Layla started to thrust back into him, matching her movements with his own.
The man noticed this and slapped one of her buttocks, making Layla yelp underneath him. He repeated this a couple more times, wanting to hear her beautiful cries like he was hitting the replay button of his favorite song. âFuck, Layla, throw that fucking ass back on me, yes,â he moaned, bringing another slap to the already sore skin of the right side of her ass. âYouâre just too fuckinâ pretty, you know that?â Chris asked rhetorically, and he leaned his body over Laylaâs, his chest now to her back. One of his hands gripped her jaw, which was wet with some drool that ran from her o-shaped lips, and the other on her shoulder as he continued to make sharp thrusts against her G-spot. She tightened around him at his praise almost instantly, causing Chris to wince and tighten his clasp against her face. âPrettier when Iâm balls deep inside of you, too.â
Layla moaned, doing her ever-best to throw herself back onto him. The contact of their skin became louder as the impact grew harder. She was close to her first orgasm.
And Chris knew this, as he felt her clench around him even tighter and saw her body thrust into him more impatiently. Chris couldnât handle it. He couldnât handle her. The way she felt against him, the way she moaned, the way her head would tilt backwards and he could see her eyes roll back in pleasure and a little drool run down from her mouth and onto the hand grasping her jaw- it was all too much. He did his best to hold back his orgasm, though. He wanted to make his pretty girl feel good. She deserved it. He bit his lip and then encouraged her, âLet it out for me, Layla⊠Let yourself go for me, okay?â He brought his hand, once gripped to her jaw, down underneath her stomach and its fingers found themselves between her legs, rubbing her clit to aid in her search for her orgasm.
Then, finally, she threw her head back and moaned loudly as she came around him. Chris noticed the cream that slid down his shaft as he began to pull out of her slowly, and if didnât have control of himself, he would have cum from that sight alone.
But, Chris turned Laylaâs body around and lifted her on top of the table, making her lay down and spread out for him as he got her ready for their next position. He checked the clock in the corner of the room for a second, seeing the time read 5:36. Itâs been 20 minutes, which was longer than his brotherâs usually took for a run to Chick-Fil-A, but he couldnât help but to think that his and Laylaâs extended period of alone time was all due to Nickâs impeccable plan. He owed Nick one for real.
Chrisâs attention went back onto Layla as he gazed into her lustful eyes. She was still having her orgasm the way she was biting her lip and holding back a moan, and this made him chuckle to himself. He didnât know he could make a pretty girl cum like that.
He leaned down and kissed Layla again, feigning thrusts between the lips of her pussy with his dick as he sucked her tongue. Layla moaned into the kiss, and Chris almost seemed to inhale her sounds of pleasure as he kissed her.
He removed his lips from her mouth and looked down, puckering them to spit onto her pussy. He tapped his dick against her pussy as he had done minutes before to tease her again, but he didnât want to take long as it backfired and caused him to tease himself. So, he finally placed himself back inside of her cavern and moaned at the feeling of her wrapping herself around him again.
Layla cried out a moan and threw her head back as he started his thrusts again. She grasped her tits which were still covered by her shirt, and let out a âfuckâ as she began to play with then.
Chris noticed her actions and helped her, pulling her shirt down and making her tits pop out from above it, and guided her hand back onto her tits with his own hands grasping onto hers. They both played with breasts in tandem, bringing a new-founded level of intimacy to their heated fuck session.
Suddenly, Laylaâs fingers removed themselves from gripping her breasts to fully interlock with Chrisâs hands. Chrisâs heart jumped as he looked down and saw her do this. He didnât expect it. He didnât expect her to be so romantic in the midst of their sex. But, he loved it. Did this mean that she wanted to be romantic with him? Was she hinting at this being more than just about the sex? Or did she do this for her own comfort and self-soothing?
He felt his heart beat even faster from all of this thinking, so he distracted himself by increasing the pace of his thrusts and delving himself deeper in her warmth, feeling her tighten around him again. He then noticed her eyes open and looked into his, almost like she wanted something from him. âWhat else do you want me to do, mama?â He could hear Layla let out something that could have been words, but unfortunately came out as little sporadic whimpers. He watched as she ran her hand down her body and tenderly grazed against her clit, making a lightbulb go off in his head. âRub your clit?â She moaned in response and threw her head back as Chris allowed his thumb to apply pressure and rub at her flesh. âItâs okay, I got you, baby,â he cooed.
Chris smirked as he saw her face scrunch up in pleasure as his thumb moved circles on her clit. She looked so adorable and sexy like this. âThere you go! Oh, beautiful girl, look at your face! You like feeling me rub your pretty little clitty?â He heard her let out a cute whine in reply. He chuckled. âGood girlâŠâ
Creeeaak! The entrance door of the house creaked open, and the two of them could hear the rustling of Nick and Matt walking into the house.
Chrisâs face paled. âWe donât have much time, fuck.â He used the opportunity to increase his thrusts, but angled himself in a way where his skin wouldnât slap against hers with force that could cause any loud noises.
He began to praise her more, knowing that she was a mess whenever he complimented her, and also knowing that it would make her near her orgasm faster. âYouâre a pretty girl?â
Layla nodded and brought her thumb in between her teeth, biting down on it as she felt him go faster against her G-spot. âMhm.â
Chris leaned down to her face, his nose tip-to-tip with her own, his eyes looking like they were staring directly into her soul, and the timbre of his voice verberating against her eardrums. âNo, I wanna hear you fucking say it to me. Tell me youâre a pretty girl.â
âI- I-â Layla moaned quietly before she noticed Chrisâs eyes becoming more frustrated as he came close to his own orgasm. She continued, âIâm a pretty girl.â
âMm-hm, yes, you are..,â Chris agreed with a nod and a kiss, his lips missing hers due to his dazed state of nearing his climax. âFuck, I gotta hear you cum, baby. You have such pretty moans- câmon,â he grunted as he slapped her pussy with his fingers and then spread her pussyâs labia with his fingers.
Everything happening caused Laylaâs back to arch and body to shake as she orgasmed. Chris felt her clench around him and looked down to watch the cream escape from her hole. âThere you go⊠Good girl. Let it all out for me.â
Layla groaned as she moved her body to ride out her orgasm on Chrisâs dick, causing Chrisâs own body to shake. His balls clenched as he began to have his orgasm, but he made sure to pull out before making any of his cum slip inside of her. His white liquid shot out onto the outside of her pussy and a bit on her stomach, the feeling of it landing on her causing Layla to look down at the sight. Chris laughed quietly as he watched her. âYeah, that feels good?â Layla nodded and he smiled proudly.
The two suddenly heard footsteps growing louder as Nick and Matt walked up the stairs. âShit, shit, shit,â Chris grabbed a baby wipe and began to wipe her up, using a paper towel from the center of the table to dry her off. They helped each other to fix their clothes and look at least somewhat presentable.
âHey, weâre baaack!â Nick sang as he swung the door open and walked into the room. He and Matt stood by the door, but Nick surveyed the area suspiciously, noticing the disarray of Chrisâs hair and the way the table. âWhat are you two still doing here? Chris, I told you to make her comfortable.â He glared over at Chris, not because of Chris and Layla still in the room, but because of what he suspected happened in that room while he and Matt were away. It could take an idiot to know what happened, and unfortunately, he was Boo-Boo the Fool.
But Chris shrugged and responded to Nickâs question with zero hesitation. âLayla and I just got caught up in conversation.â He stood up and stretched, looking at Nick and Matt with a normal, unfazed face. He made sure he did his best not to look like he just had the best orgasm of his life.
And it worked, moreso when it came to Matthew. He didnât suspect a thing, not even a hint of a crush between Chris and Layla in the first place. When he looked around the room, he noticed everybody giving each other looks and practically speaking with their eyes, but he didnât fully understand why. So, he brushed off his confusion and spoke. âOkay, so we bought food for everybody. We can eat downstairs or in here; whatever works for you.*
âWe can eat here,â Layla suggested. She looked over at Chris and noticed his entire body stiffen for a couple of seconds before he sat back down in his seat and nodded in agreement.
Nick smiled at Layla before looking at Chris, his eyebrows furrowing only a small bit at him as a hidden signal to his brother that he knew something was up. âOkay, letâs set everything up.â
Chris walked over to Nick and helped him get all of the food and drinks from the bag, before Nick gave him a small pinch on his arm. âWe need to talk after this,â he whispered to him at a low pitch, so low to the point Chris could hear him growl. Chris chuckled and winked before walking off to set the table, taunting Nick in a way to tell him that he already knew what Nick wanted to talk to him about later.
All of them began to eat and shared casual conversations amongst each other, the energy of the room being calm and casual; quite the juxtaposition to how heated and desperate it felt a few minutes before Nick and Matt came back.
And Chris and Layla were very aware of this. The two shared a look that only they could understand- a certain smirk with a glint of satisfaction and requited feelings for each other in their eyes- and continued eating their food.
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Anxiety On Tour | Matt Sturniolo
Matt Sturniolo x reader
Summary: Where Y/N is just another fan at one of the Let's Trip Tour shows, until it comes time for the Meet&Greet. Things get out of hand for Matt, and she ends up being the only one who manages to calm him down.
Warning: Panick attack, anxiety.
Requested?: Yes, by @patscorner
Author's note: That is my work, I DON'T authorize any plagiarism, copy, or "inspiration"! | English isn't my first language, so I'm sorry if there's any grammar error.
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The stage was illuminated by a myriad of lights, as the bustling crowd eagerly pressed near the front. Y/N could feel the electricity in the air as the beats of upbeat music keep echoing throughout the venue from the big speakers. It was the beginning of the much-awaited Sturniolo Triplets show from the Let's Trip Tour.
She couldn't believe she was finally there, in the middle of the action, about to witness the boys she'd followed through a screen for years, finally face to face. With her heart pounding in her chest, Y/N let herself be carried away by the infectious energy of the crowd as she got closer and closer to the stage.
The music reached a crescendo, and then, suddenly, they appeared. Matt, Nick, and Chris entered the stage, radiating a magnetic presence that immediately captured everyone's attention. Y/N held her breath as her eyes found Matt, the boy she had never seen in person, but with whom she had a huge crush for months, in the flesh right in front of her. He looked even more stunning out of screen, with his messy hair and shy smile.
As the greetings sentences were let out by the three's microphones, Y/N felt a wave of emotion course through her body. It was as if every cell within her was vibrating in tune with them, with the pulsing energy of everyone around her.
As the show progressed, Y/N couldn't take her eyes off Matt. Every laugh, every saying, seemed to hypnotize her even more. She wondered if he could feel her gaze on him or if that was just her desire playing with her mind.
When it was time for a break between games, Matt grabbed the microphone and began speaking to the audience. His voice was soft and engaging, making everyone around him feel like they were having an intimate conversation with him. Y/N held her breath, hanging on every word he said.
As Matt interacted with everyone, his eyes swept across the crowd and, for a brief moment, seemed to meet Y/N's. She felt her face blush intensely, and a shy smile formed on her lips before she looked away, embarrassed, holding back the immense urge to scream at having been seen by him.
As the show continued, Y/N found herself caught up in a rollercoaster of emotions. The pulsating energy of the music, the interactions, the magnetic presence of the triplets, and, most of all, Matt's closeness left her ecstatic. Every moment was like a dream come true, and she refused to blink for fear of missing even a second.
When the stage lights finally went out and the final words were given, Y/N felt a mixture of ecstasy and melancholy by the feeling of the long-awaited moment coming to an end, but little did she know that the night was just beginning.
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Y/N waited anxiously in line for the meet and greet. Her heart was beating so hard that it felt like it was about to jump out of her chest while her right leg bounced up and down in anxiety. Every minute that passed felt like an eternity, but at the same time, she wanted the moment to last forever.
As she watched the fans in front of her greet the triplets with beaming smiles, Y/N wondered what it would be like to be so close to them. She could barely contain her excitement as she approached the door that led to the meet and greet room where traps played loudly from the speakers, and colorful lights painted the walls.
Finally, her turn has come. Her stomach fluttered nervously as she entered the room, and her eyes instantly locked on Matt, who was there, so close and so real.
The three were side by side, Nick had a relaxed posture as he placed aside a teddy bear that he had probably received from the previous fan, while Chris glanced at Matt, seeming to watch him closely.
Matt was feeling fine until seconds before, but something inside him started to stir. His heart beating faster, his breathing became irregular, and a feeling of panic came over him.
So, when Y/N walked over to greet Matt with a hug, she noticed something was different, off. His arms were shaking, and his eyes looked a little lost, as if he were fighting some internal battle. Now up close, she could also notice how rigid his posture was and how his hands were clenched into a firm fist.
Y/N felt a wave of worry run through her own body, struggling internally over what to do, but ended up deciding not to expose Matt's situation in front of anyone, remaining silent. Instead, she smiled warmly and tried to keep the conversation light, hoping not to bother him with intrusive questions.
"Hi, Matt." The girl greeted softly, trying to ignore the nervousness that came over her body. "It's amazing to finally meet you in person. How are you?"
Matt lifted his head towards her for the first time, appearing to have only noticed her presence at that moment, trying to open a smile like hers, but his lips were trembling to the point where it came weaker than he wanted to.
Y/N could see the tension in his blue eyes as he tried to hide his discomfort, wondering what had happened to make him react in such a way so suddenly. Meanwhile, Matt tried to convince himself that it was nothing and that it would soon pass.
But it didn't pass. Instead, the feeling of panic grew, enveloping him like a dense fog. He felt like he was suffocating, like the world was crumbling around him, while his mind convinced him that he was alone.
As Y/N moved to greet Chris and Nick individually, keeping a brief and quick conversation - following the pattern imposed by the team that observed them -, she noticed how Matt seemed increasingly agitated, her own mind racing in an eagerness to help him, but the fear of reaction from the public, the team and even the triplets themselves held her back.
Until the picture moment. Y/N felt her heart sink as she felt Matt's breathing become more rapid and shallow as they prepared to take the group photo. She knew she couldn't just stand by and watch as he fought the monsters of his own mind.
With a lump in her throat and trembling hands, Y/N removed her left arm from around Chris, muttering a quick apology before turning to Matt, blocking the view of the line of people behind them, creating a small haven of privacy amidst the chaos of the room. The girl lifted her head slightly, searching his eyes with her own, desperately looking for any sign of life inside the blue orbs.
"Matt, hey." She began, her voice soft and comforting, acting as a balm to his troubled soul. "Are you okay?"
Matt's eyes widened in panic as he realized that the disturbances in his mind became visible enough to be seen by someone else. He swallowed hard, forcing himself not to look at his brothers or the fans behind the girl in front of him, the fear of receiving disappointed or judgmental looks growing in his chest.
He limited himself to just shaking his head, unable to utter a word. His eyes were unfocused and lost, and his nails pierced the palm of his hands - probably drawing blood - with the force he was squeezing the area, trying to maintain control of the uncontrollable emotions.
Y/N could see the terror on his face, and her heart ached for him.
She turned her head slightly and passed her eyes briefly over Nick and Chris, noticing how the two now had a rigid posture, ready to make a move as soon as necessary. Chris's eyes carried great uncertainty, as if he was afraid of leaving Matt in the care of a stranger, but Nick's hand, which held his biceps surreptitiously, prevented him from acting on impulse.
Y/N turned her attention back to Matt, trapping her bottom lip between her teeth in a thoughtful act before sighing softly.
"Can I hug you?" Her voice came out in a whisper as low as the music that surrounded them, but loud enough for him to hear it, and she was sure of it when she received a small nod in response.
Without hesitation, the girl enveloped him in a warm hug, holding him tightly against her chest as he trembled. She could feel the tension in his body, the way he struggled to control his breathing and calm his nerves. Y/N pressed her fingers into strategic points on his back, touching the hard knots with every inch of skin, lightly massaging the covered area.
"Everything is okay." Y/N whispered softly, snaking her right hand up his shoulder to the back of his head, interlacing her fingers in Matt's messy curls, stroking them carefully while guiding him to lay his head on her right shoulder. "You're safe here. No one is gonna hurt you. Just breathe with me, okay? Follow my breathing."
Y/N began to breathe slowly and deeply, the warm air hitting Matt's ear, helping him to follow her rhythm. A disguised smile grew on her face as she felt the boy's back rise and fall in an uneven rhythm below her left hand, knowing he was trying as hard as he could in that moment.
Little by little, she felt the tension in his body ease, his tremors becoming less intense as he finally reacted, clinging to her for comfort. His large but so fragile hands at that moment held her arm tightly, searching desperately for support and balance.
For a few precious moments, Y/N and Matt remained like that, joined in a comforting embrace, and lost in their own world of calm and safety. The sounds of Chris' agitated voice shouting for water to one part of the team and Nick's voice demanding the other part to remove the fans that were still there were all muffled against both of their ears, just the unison rhythm of their breathing and the beats of their connected hearts echoing around their bodies.
When Matt finally pulled away, his eyes quickly met Y/N's, overflowing with gratitude and fascination, feeling flattered to have had the opportunity to meet a girl so empathetic to the point of helping him without a second thought.
His mind searched for words to thank her, but to Y/N, he didn't need to say anything; his eyes said it all.
"How can I-" Matt began, clearing his throat briefly as he heard his own voice come out hoarse and worn out by the whirlwind of emotions that he went through in a short space of time. "How can I thank you? Repay you for what you did for me..."
Y/N shook her head, interrupting his sentence, her own smile widening and brightening her features as her eyes remained fixed on the blue ones, who now seemed to be taking their own time to carefully analyze her expressions, seeming mesmerized.
Matt's warm hands suddenly felt heavier against the exposed skin of her arm, a shiver running down her spine as she noticed how close they were physically, the boy's scent filling her nostrils with an inescapable force, leaving her dizzy and lost.
"I think you owe me a picture."
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A/NÂČ: I hated it, so I'm so sorry if it sucked badly ;(
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I HAVE A IDEA (MR CRABS I HAVE AN IDEA)
yk the new song ari came out with (we can't be friends) Chris fic were the reader and him are best friends that always flirt and they made out drunk at a party and have not been talking for a week untill Chris shows up at her house and they makeout and maybe some smut? Idrk
Anyways that's all đ
we canât be friends
chris sturniolo x reader
warnings: angst, mentions of drinking/being drunk, smut, fingering, oral (fem receiving), squirting, cursing
a/n: iâve been absolutely OBSESSED with this song and itching to write about ittt
i hope you enjoy
i let out a heavy sigh at his last text, before throwing my phone onto my bed.
of course i wanted to fight for us, but this was about more than just our friendship . this was about what was best for us individually.
for as long as i could remember, i always put chrisâ feelings before my own. i spent so long chasing after him, just to end up heartbroken.
i watched him constantly pick other people over me, blissfully unaware of how deeply he was wounding me.
but no matter how much i wanted to, i couldnât blame him. it was easier to point fingers at him than to accept the fact that this was partially my own fault.
i let him continue to hurt me, over and over again, never telling him what he was doing to me. and if i didnât tell him, how would he know any better ?
so, even though it killed me to act so cold and distant toward him, it was time to look out for myself for once.
i needed to take the time to love and take care of myself before expecting someone else to do so.
sure, heâd be upset for a short while, but once he got over me he would easily move on to the next girl. thatâs all i was to him, after all. just another girl.
i was pulled from my thoughts when i heard my front door open and close suddenly, followed by quick footsteps toward my room.
i waited behind my bedroom door, quick to swing my arm out in front of me when the person made it to the doorway.
i was met with chris, who immediately caught my wrist in his hand.
we stared at each other with wide eyes, neither one of us speaking. i blinked up at him, watching his eyes trail down to my lips.
âdonât do thatâ the words flew out of my mouth before i could stop them.
his eyes immediately shot back up to mine, a curious expression taking over his features.
âdonât do what?â he asked, loosening his grip on my wrist to let it slide down, intertwining our fingers.
âchris, we arenât doing this. i meant what i said earlier, weâre better off not being friendsâ
âyou keep saying that, but you wonât tell me why. you gotta talk to me babyâ he spoke.
âi donât want toâ i spoke back, shaking my head as i backed up slightly to create more distance between us.
âhow am i supposed to know what i did wrong if you donât talk to me?â
he was right, of course he was. it was unfair of me to just cut him off with no reasoning. but the second we start talking about it is the second it becomes real. i didnât want to come to terms with the fact that i was trying to end one of the most important friendships iâd ever had in my life.
âyou didnât do anything, chrisâ i answered. he wasnât having it. âno, tell me. iâm not letting you just end our friendship like this, not without a reasonâ
âi just canât be friends with youâ
âwhy? what is so wrong with me that you donât want me in your life? and completely out of nowhereâ he spoke, his voice rising slightly.
âsee, thatâs the problem. i donât want you out of my life, i want you in it forever. but you clearly donât want that, and itâs ok.â
âwho the hell said i didnât want that?â chris asked, his brows furrowing.
âchris, itâs fine. you donât have to try to make me feel better-â
âso you donât believe me?â he cut me off.
âi mean, i donât know, i justâŠâ my babbling trailed off as i tried to find the right words.
âlet me prove it to youâ he whispered as he toyed with the strap of my tank top.
my breathing grew shallow as he moved the fabric down my arm slightly, pressing his lips to my shoulder.
âchrisâŠ.we shouldnâtâ i whispered, but tilted my head to the side, allowing him more access as his lips moved up my neck.
âreally? you werenât complaining a week agoâ he spoke against my skin.
i slapped his chest lightly at that. âyeah, well we were also drunkâ
he bit down on my neck, harshly enough to leave a bruise and elicit a moan from me. âso, you donât want this?â he asked.
i let out a deep sigh, âof course i do, chris. but do you?â
he looked as though he was going to say something, but i stopped him âdonât tell me yes just because you want sex. i donât want you to just want somebody, i want you to want me. if youâre just gonna fuck me and move onto the next girl, then forget itâ i spoke.
the more i thought about it, the more i convinced myself that he didnât really want me.
âheyâ he spoke softly, cupping my jaw. âthis isnât about the sex, this isnât even about me wanting you. this is about me needing you. this is about me not being able to live without you. yes, iâve been with other girls. but thereâs a reason that youâre the only one thatâs always been thereâ
âi was so sure you didnât feel the same, so i tried to move on. but i couldnât, because none of those girls are you. and iâm so sorry that i hurt you, iâll spend the rest of my life making it up to you if i have toâ
chris looked at me as though he could cry. his blue eyes shot back and forth between my own, his thumb caressing my jaw gently.
âso make it up to meâ i whispered, pulling his lips to my own.
one of his arms smoothly slid behind my back, supporting my weight as i found it hard to keep my balance.
he kissed me like he had waited his whole life for this moment. his lips felt so soft against mine, unlike our last kiss.
this kiss made our drunken one feel sloppy and desperate, like two people who were just horny, but this was more than that. it was eye-opening, sweet, gentle, it was everything i didnât know i needed.
but chris did, he always knew what to say or do to make me happy. i couldnât stay mad at him even if i wanted to.
âlet me make you feel good?â he asked when we pulled away. âyeahâ i let out breathlessly, nodding my head.
âlay down for meâ he said, leaving another kiss to my neck. i did as he said, getting onto my bed and laying on my back.
he wasted no time in crawling over me, his hands placed on either side of my waist. âcan i?â he asked, lightly tugging at the hem of my top.
i nodded at him, lifting my upper body up as he pulled off my top. without a word, he attached his lips to my nipple while caressing the other with his hand.
i let out a loud moan at the feeling, beginning to squirm underneath him.
âshit, chrisâ i sighed out, his eyes immediately looking up at mine.
he swirled his tongue around the hardened bud, watching as my body melted into his touch.
he sucked on my tit until the skin turned dark, moving to the other to give it the same treatment.
âgod, chris. feels so goodâ i moaned out while he continued to work my sensitive nipple with his tongue.
âyou look so pretty like thisâ he rasped as he soothed my boobs with his hands, âcanât believe i have you all to myselfâ he mumbled to himself.
he moved his face downwards, leaving gentle kisses to my rib cage and abdomen. he paid special attention to every birthmark and scar he found, pressing a kiss to each one.
his fingers rubbed small circles into my skin as he ventured further and further down my body.
he stopped at the waistband of my shorts, leaving a kiss to my crotch area. due to the thin material or the shorts and my lack of underwear, my hips shot up involuntarily at the feeling.
âno underwear? such a dirty fucking girlâ he spoke, smacking his tongue against the roof of his mouth.
he licked a long stripe up my pussy through the shorts, eliciting a long whine from me. âchris, stop teasing meâ i spoke as i squirmed under him.
âyou just make it so easy, babyâ he spoke, before continuing to leave kisses down my thighs and calves.
âlift upâ he spoke as he hooked his fingers into the waistband of my shorts. i raised my hips, allowing chris to pull them off.
i let out a sigh at the feeling of my heat being exposed to the cold air of the room.
chris stared down at my glistening pussy, mouth hung open slightly as he pulled my folds apart, spreading me open.
âmy god, youâre so gorgeousâ he spoke, blowing cool air onto my heat.
âhold your legs apart for me, beautifulâ he spoke, his lips inches away from my core.
âso wetâ he mumbled before running his tongue along my thighs, just missing where i needed him.
âchris, please. i need your mouth so fucking badâ i whined. âwhere, baby?â he asked, teasing me some more.
finally having enough, i wrapped my legs around his head, pulling his face into my heat.
he let out a long moan into me, his eyes rolling back as he licked up every drop of my slick.
my head fell back at the feeling, legs loosening around him to let him pull back if needed, however he stayed right where he was.
the words that fell out of my mouth sounded like gibberish, but i didnât care about that. all i could focus on was chris.
the way he groaned into me, his needy tongue lapping me up like i was his last meal. his piercing eyes never left mine, only making the tight feeling in my stomach grow.
my arousal covered his flushed cheeks, making me even wetter.
there was something that i found so incredibly hot about how messily he was eating me out. it was like all he cared about was me finishing.
he moved his face from my legs, making me let out a whine at the loss of contact.
he stuck his tongue out, his spit dripping down onto my pussy.
âwhat do you think about when you touch yourself? â he asked suddenly while he brought his finger down to my core to rub me.
âi- ohâ i cried out in surprise at the feeling of his finger entering me.
âholy fuck, youâre so tightâ he whispered as he pushed his pointer finger in and out of my tight walls.
âoh my godâ i whimpered when he pushed another finger in.
âif you donât answer me, iâm stoppingâ he spoke.
âthis! i think about this!â i rushed out, eyes screwing shut at the feeling of his rough fingers inside of me.
âi think about how perfect your hands are. fuck- how long your fingers areâ i struggled out between moans, âi think about youâ i finished.
âyeah? what about my cock?â he asked as his fingers sped up.
âyou think about what it would feel like for me to fuck you into oblivion? â he asked as he curled his fingers, hitting my g-spot.
âfuck, yes! iâm so close chrisâ i cried out as he continued to plunge his fingers in and out of me.
âcâmon, you got it. doing so well for me, want you to make a mess all over meâ he rasped out, fingers moving rapidly inside of me.
âchris, wait! iâm gonna-â i tried to warn him, but i was too far gone as my juices shot out of me.
the liquid dripped down his face, onto the saturated sheets underneath us.
âyes, yes, fuck yesâ chris groaned as his mouth hung open. i leaned up slightly, watching the way his hips stuttered and his body shook.
âfuckâ he let out breathlessly, as he began to shudder.
âdid you just come untouched?â i asked, eyes widening slightly.
âif that doesnât prove how much i want you, nothing willâ
wait whyâd i kinda eat ??? đ€
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