you giggle to yourself as you walk over to chris, a smirk on your face and your hands hidden behind your back “innocently”. chris had stopped by the kitchen sink, rinsing out the cup he had used, and he could feel you creeping up on him.

“what’re you giggling’ about over there?” your boyfriend calls over his shoulder, the muscles in his back flexing beneath the white shirt as he dries the cup.

“nothing.” you hum as you stand beside him, your chin resting on his shoulder as he looks at you with an unimpressed expression, his eyebrow cocked.

“yeah ‘cause i totally believe ya’ kid.” he chuckled, pressing a kiss to your forehead, smirking against your skin as your hand wraps around his bicep, fingers digging into the thick flesh. you feel the muscle tense and bulge beneath your palm and your smirk only deepens, you squeeze his arm just the tiniest bit before moving to jokingly bite the flesh.

“you’re insane.” chris laughs, moving his arm out of your grasp and wrapping it around your shoulders and the front of your neck, pulling you in front of him, your back flush against his chest. the movement and placement of his arm nearly around your throat has your core throbbing with desire and you can’t stop the whimper that spills from your mouth.

“oh you dirty thing, you like being choked like this, huh?” chris chuckles, the sound dark and menacing but so enticing, his breath warm against the shell of your ear. he moves his arms so that it’s pressed perfectly against the front of your throat, just barely squeezing.

“harder.” you whisper, one of your hands wrapping around his wrist and the other grabbing his bicep, squeezing tightly as you beg for him to choke you.

“like this?” he teases, slowly flexing his arm and tightening his grip around your throat, the pressure is dizzying and intoxicating. you can’t help but whine, craving more. craving the feeling of chris’ arm around your throat while burying himself deep inside you.

“need more.”

“yeah? how much more?” chris hums, grinding his hips against your ass, you can feel his cock, painfully stiff and heavy behind his jeans, the warmth radiating off the both of you is almost suffocating.

“if you don’t bend me over this counter soon, i’m gonna make you absolutely regret it.”

“you seem to forget that you don’t call the shots, sweetheart. i do and i think i’m gonna take my time until you remember your manners.” he murmurs, his voice demanding with easy control as he continues to hold you in place against while his free hand begins to wander in a downward motion from where it rested against your side. you let out a crude whine as the tips of his fingers brush beneath the waistband of your shorts, just above the top seam of your underwear and chris chuckles again.

“is that how we ask for what we want? where are your words sweet girl?” chris chastises, pushing his hand further beneath the front of your shorts, his fingers ghosting along your cunt, fingers barely touching you but leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. he can feel the heat pouring from you and he can feel your arousal seeping through the sheer material of your underwear, and god is it driving him crazy.

he smirks against the back of your head as he feels your hips buck and chase after his hand as he pulls away, knowing that he’s got you exactly where he wants you.

“c’mon baby, tell me what you want.” chris demands, his finger tracing back and forth along the hem line of your underwear, waiting for you to speak.

“chris, touch me. please.” you beg, voice broken and way beyond desperate, your body feigning for chris to touch you. you let out a sharon gasp when you feel the rough pad of your boyfriend’s calloused fingers begin to rub tight circles against your clit over the damp fabric of your thong. your throw your head back against your boyfriend, a high pitched moan falling from your lips as he keeps rubbing your bundle of nerves before pausing making you whine in detest. he uses his free hand to awkwardly yank your shorts and thong down to about mid-thigh before returning to his previous ministrations. this time using his middle and ring fingers to replace his thumb.

your hips move against his hand as if they’ve got a mind of their own and your nails are digging into the flesh of his arms and chris is preening before his reflection in the window above the sink. he’s mentally praising himself for working out consistently after seeing the way you’re all but drooling on and over his arms. he’s quick to push his fingers past the entrance of your sopping heat, quickly pistoning them in and out of you, the loud squelching and shlick shlick shlick that reverberates of the walls with each movement is music to chris’ ears. he tightens his bicep around your throat momentarily, the added sensation and restriction bringing you over the edge.

“fuck chris, i’m gonna-“ you cry out, cutting yourself off with a squeal as your walls clamp down around his fingers, your warm release coating the digits as he slows his pace, working you through your first orgasm.

“that’s it baby, let go for me.” chris murmurs against your cheek, panting softly as he drops his arm from around your throat, giving you room to breathe as he undoes his belt, quickly letting his pants and boxers pool around his ankles. his left palm wraps around his cock, fisting his length and using your cum that coated his fingers as lube as his other hand slides up your back, pressing between your shoulders and guiding you to bend over the edge of the sink.

“gotta be quick, they’ll be back soon.” chris grunts, lining himself up with your entrance, slowly sheathing himself in your cunt, your walls pulsing as they accommodate the sheer girth of your boyfriend while still relaxing from your last orgasm.

he wastes no time pulling out and thrusting back into you roughly and repeatedly, the tip of his cock rubbing against that one spot inside you that has you white-knuckling the edge of the counter, your jaw slack, and your head tipped forward, quiet and strained moans falling from your lips. chris grins from ear to ear at the sight of you falling apart so easily as you’re split open on his cock. he pulls out and leans forward, wrapping his arm around your throat yet again, and pulling you back up against, before using his other hand to guide himself back into the warmth of your cunt.

“god i love the way you feel wrapped around me like this, baby.” he pants, his cheek smushed against yours as he ruts in and out of you, you’re gasping and whining against the meaty flesh of his arm as your second orgasm begins to wash over you. chris feels your walls tighten around him and he picks up the pace.

“c’mon baby, touch yourself for me.” he guides, humming in approval as you begin languidly rubbing your clit, pushing yourself over the edge again, quickly triggering chris’ own release as you feel the warmth of his cum begin to flood inside you. chris’ body goes limp against yours for a moment as he catches his breath. the two of you are slow to pull yourselves together, silently basking in the afterglow of lust.

Soon my ass, you think. It’s been almost three hours since he told you he’d be streaming. 

It doesn’t help that you two were in the middle of making out when Chris texted him to remind him that they’d stream soon.

Now you’re stuck waiting for your boyfriend to wrap up the stream so you can continue where you’d left off. 

Or… 

You can always be a little sneaky about it. 

You bite back the devilish grin beginning to stretch across your lips and slowly bring yourself up to your feet, sauntering over to Matt’s room. Thankfully, the door to his room is slightly ajar.

But you pause in front of it, not pushing in yet.

Matt hasn’t told his fans that he has a girlfriend yet—to protect you from the hateful, invasive fans—so you unfortunately can’t just waltz into his room. That’d cause too much trouble and put his efforts to keep you hidden in vain.

An idea pops up in your head and you slowly drop to your knees, pushing the door slowly to open it just enough so you can crawl inside his room without getting caught in the in-built camera of his monitor. Luckily for you, Matt’s monitor was facing straight, meaning the door isn’t visible for his viewers. 

But Matt has already noticed you after hearing the subtle creaking of the door hinges. Frozen in place, he stares at his girlfriend on her knees in the doorway.

He looked confused at first, blinking at you. Then he looked worried that his viewers would notice, glancing back at the chat to see if they were suspicious as to why he was looking at something (or someone) off camera. 

But then came the smile. 

He looks utterly amused now, biting back his grin as he shakes his head subtly. Despite seeing what he saw, he goes back to focusing on the game as if nothing happened.

You feel your eye twitch. 

Oh, he doesn’t realize what he just started.

"Chris! Come on! You’re not supposed to go that way!" Matt yells, groaning in frustration, already forgetting about your presence.

Little does he know, you’re already crawling into the room, determined to turn the tables around and have him begging. 

When you reach his desk, you poke at his leg through his jeans and feel him freeze up again. He doesn’t dare look down, but you can see his jaw working as he slowly spreads his legs wider so you can crawl under the desk between them. 

You grin and get into position, watching him continue to play—but less focused and more nervously now. He’s not sure what you’re trying to do. He just hopes you won’t do something extreme like suck his dick-

Ziiip

Oh.

Matt swallows thickly, trying not to give anything away. He can’t let his viewers or his brothers know what was happening—or about to happen—under his desk.

You thought he’d push you away and signal for you to stop, but he doesn’t, in fact, he lifts his hips just enough for you to tug his jeans and boxers down. He was already half-hard, twitching helplessly against his lower abdomen. He even adjusted his monitor so no one would see his body from the waist down.

You smile to yourself, loving how he matches your freak so well.

You wrap your fingers around him, feeling him pulse urgently against your palm. It doesn’t take much effort for him to grow into full hardness, head flushed and throbbing. 

He glances down at you briefly, silently begging with his eyes for you to do something—anything. 

He’s feeling hornier than usual. More desperate. More needy. Maybe it’s because he was cockblocked by his brothers—Or maybe, just maybe, it’s because he’s on live in front of thousands of people and one wrong move would let everyone know something they shouldn’t.

It’s risky and it could affect the future of his and his brothers’ channel, but he might have discovered something new about himself. He finds this utterly thrilling—to say the least.

You lean closer to his lap, fighting back a laugh when his dick jumps at your proximity, and you gently blow at his tip, watching with an amused expression as Matt shudders at the sensation, gasping sharply.

No one seems to have noticed his gasp, though. Thankfully.

You know you’re going to enjoy this, and Matt’s already dreading the teasing you were about to do.

Your tongue flattens against the underside of his shaft as you lick a broad stripe up from the base to the tip, focusing on that vein just below the head of his cock. Matt white knuckles the armrests of his gaming chair, his eyes closing briefly, lips parting. 

The pleasure shooting up his spine is so sudden and intense that it has him fighting back everything not to moan out loud.

"Matt, what the fuck are you doing? We’re gonna die!"

Chris’s voice snaps Matt out of it and he quickly focuses back to the game—or tries to. He realizes quite quickly that no matter how hard he tries to pull his attention back to the game, he couldn’t quite do it. 

You wrap your lips around him slowly, teasingly, swirling your tongue around his tip as you hollow your cheeks to suckle on the head. Focusing on the most sensitive part of his dick has Matt’s vision blurring, and he lets out a shaky breath, jaw slack, brows pinched together, eyes glued to the game on his screen.

For most people, it’d simply seem like he’s just way too focused on playing, but some eagle eyed freaks know exactly what’s taking place under Matt’s desk.

Chris laughs suddenly. "Matt, Matt!" He yells over the game. "Someone just asked if you’re getting head under the desk."

Matt’s heart drops to his ass.

Fuck, was he making faces? Was he being too loud? Were the slurping sounds that loud? What the fuck gave it away?

Despite the million thoughts running through his mind, he decides to act like Chris was saying the most ridiculous thing he’s heard in his life to mask his sudden panic.

"What are you talking about, Chris?" He makes a face.

Chris laughs harder. "Who would even get head while streaming?"

"You totally would," Nick chimes in.

"Oh shut up, Nick," Chris scoffs. "Don’t say that shit on stream."

Matt tries to laugh along but the way you’re starting to bob your head, taking more of him each time your mouth descends his length, is driving him near insane. You’re showing him no mercy as you switch techniques, sucking his head and twisting your wrists up and down and around the length of his cock like you’re trying to wring him dry.

Matt’s eyes roll back briefly, pleasure shooting up his spine, and he quickly squeezes his eyes shut, worried he’d give it all away.

"Oh, God…" He moans quietly under his breath, hips lifting against your hungry mouth as he opens his eyes to peer down at you.

Oh fuck.

His eyes immediately snap back to his monitor screen, swallowing thickly. The view he just saw almost made him bust right then and there, his balls pulling taut against his body. The sight of you looking up at him with your pretty eyes as you worked him over replaying in his mind.

"Shit, I’ve to pee really bad. I’ll be right back." Matt chokes out. Voice breathless with a subtle whine bleeding into his tone as he mutes himself and turns off his camera, leaving his brothers a little puzzled. Why’d he turn off his camera and mute his camera even though he simply went out of the room when he needed the bathroom before this?

But Chris and Nick shrug it off despite their suspicion and go back to talking to each other. Occasionally reading the chat while the game stays paused in the background as they wait for Matt to come back.

Matt on the other hand feels like he’s about to explode. Finally letting out the quiet, breathy moans and groans that were bubbling in the back of his throat, his hands found their way onto your head, fingers threading through your hair.

"Fuck- Oh, fuck– I’m so close. God, if you keep going like that-" He cuts himself off with a sharp inhale. A tremor runs through his thighs and his grip on your hair tightens subtly as you change it up again by taking him down your throat.

He groans, utterly wrecked, at the sight of your lips wrapped around his base, mouth stuffed full of his thickness. You sputter and cough around his base, but you don’t pull back for a few long seconds, enjoying the look on his face. 

But you have to breathe so you reluctantly pull away, gasping for air as your hands work him in the meantime. Your lips curl at the corners as you chuckle breathlessly at the way he’s twitching in your touch. "You close, baby?"

Matt nods quickly, his breath catching in his throat as you twist your wrists. "Yes, fuck. Please, don’t stop."

The sound of his desperation is your cue to swallow his cock again. Your hands leave his shaft and instead grip his thighs for leverage as you begin to bob your head again. Each movement ends with his tip nestling in your throat before you pull back an inch or two, then repeating it all over again.

Deep throating him has Matt on the verge of his seat—quite literally.

He’s trying to breathe through it, but you’re not even letting him, and he knows he won’t last much longer. A mixture of your spit and his pre oozes down your chin in a long milky string that later connects with your cleavage.

"Fuck, I’m cumming-" Matt suddenly warns, gasping and groaning as he grips your hair tighter, pulling your face flush against his crotch in the heat of the moment.

You let him use your throat as his hips buck sharply a few times, your eyes watering as you feel his hot cum flood the back of your throat, leaving you no choice but to swallow it all.

Gulping down his release greedily, you feel a sense of accomplishment as you listen to your boyfriend’s moans turn into quiet whimpers as he finally releases your hair and slumps back against his chair. 

You pull him out of your mouth with a wet pop, sighing as you slump forward. Placing your head on his lap right beside his spent cock, you look up at him with a soft smile, cheek squished subtly against his thigh.

Matt looks down at you with gratitude, satisfied beyond belief, limbs heavy and body buzzing with the remainder of his orgasm. His hand reaches down to tuck a stray strand of hair behind your ear, voice all slow and soft as he mumbles. "That was… wow… You’re amazing, you know that?."

You chuckle, and lift your head to look at him better. "Yeah?"

"Yeah…" Matt murmurs, wiping the slickness on your chin from his precum and your spit. "C’mere."

You obey and slowly stand up, your legs feeling like jelly from sitting in the same position on his floor for so long. Matt immediately pulls you by your hips to straddle him. "Look at that… so messy." He comments on the sticky mix of liquids on your cleavage peaking out from your low neck tank top. 

"Think it’s a mess down here too?" He teases as he cups you through your lounge shorts, feeling the heat radiating off you.

"Why don’t you find out?" You retort playfully, bottom lip getting stuck between your teeth as you grind down on his hand.

He half laughs, half groans, dropping his head on your shoulder. "You’re not playing fair... I’m getting hard again." He mumbles quietly like he’s embarrassed how fast his body reacts to you.

"Then I’ll just take care of it again."

Matt looks up. "You mean it?"

"Mhm…" Your lips curl into a devious smile as you decide to tease him further. "But this time with a different pair of lips."

Matt groans at that, and the next second, you’re hauled up from his chair with him and thrown on his bed. He immediately settles between your thighs, eyes dark, cheeks still flushed from his earlier orgasm.

"Different pair of lips huh?"

Your pulse jumps at his tone, and you nod slowly, biting your lip teasingly as you trail your manicured nails down his clothed chest. He shivers and groans again.

"God, I’m gonna fuck you so good…" He promises gruffly.

To be continued<3

© 𝒄𝒉𝒓𝒊𝒔𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒓𝒆𝒏

your thighs are tensed and locked around chris’ waist as your lips trail along his jaw, his hips are moving steadily against yours, the pressure of his jeans rubbing against your relatively thin leggings is almost mind blowing, but you want more. you want to feel every inch of him.

"chris i want more." you gasp, pulling back for a moment, your chest falling and rising fast, your face warm to the touch, and you swear you could feel your pupils dilating.

“what’d’ya want baby?” chris rasps, his fingers flexing against your hips, his tongue darting out to wet his lips.

“i want all of you.”

“y/n, we’ve talked about this.” chris sighs, his self restraint slipping the longer you stare at him like he’s the only reason you’re breathing, the slight natural pout to your lips is the only thing he can focus on.

“i don’t care if it wrecks our friendship, we’ve already wrecked it chris.” you pout, your hips shifting upward against his, and the choked back moan is all you wanna hear.

“please chris, i need to feel you.”

“fuck don’t- don’t beg like that, please.” he pleads, his hands trembling against your skin, his palms soft but calloused and warm. he wants to keep that one last line completely clear, but he wants every part of you, even if it means ruining the one solid friendship he’s had his entire life.

“why not, hm?” you grin, shifting your hips again, watching as he fights back a moan, fighting a losing battle against his composure.

“because i won’t be able to stop if you keep this up.”

“then don’t.” you whisper, a smirk toying at yours lips when he pushes his against yours, rough and desperate as his hands find purchase in the waistband of your leggings, not bothering to take them all the way off as you unbuckle his jeans.

he’s quick to hook your thong to the side and use his free hand to grasp the base of his thick cock, sliding it between your folds before pushing in.

you gasp, the stretch feeling better than you had ever thought, your hands fly to chris’ shoulders and the curses slipping from his lips fall on deaf ears, everything around you blends into silence as chris’ hips begin to move, and you’re completely lost in the haze of pleasure.

“fuck y’so tight baby.” he grunts, his hair damp with sweat and eyes hooded as he watches your face scrunch and twist in pleasure.

“so big.” you whine, grabbing his hand off your hip and with your hand on top of his, you intertwine your fingers and press to your stomach where you swear to god you can feel the imprint of him. chris is damn near losing his mind and his stutter just slightly when your whine hits his ears.

“i’m not gonna last, y/n.” chris whines, your eyes snapping open at the sound and your walls clamp down around his length and that completely undoes him. before he can even mention anything, you feel his warm cum shooting into you, coating your walls and it triggers your own orgasm and with soft moan, chris collapses against you.

the two of you don’t say much for the first few minutes, both silently basking in the aftermath of everything that just happened, the physical embrace and whatever went unsaid.

“since the friendship is fucked beyond fixing now, i love you. and i know it’s cheesy as fuck to say after what we did but i do.” chris hums, voice spent and soft as he pushes himself up, looking down at you with a gentle smile that sets your heart ablaze and you can’t help but smile back.

“you’re an idiot.” you laugh, shivering as chris begins to pull out of you, stepping into his ensuite bathroom and returning with a warm cloth to wipe you down. the two of you slowly begin to wind down for the night, the air still crackling with leftover tension and words left unsaid, but for now, it feels right.

“for what it’s worth, i love you too chris.”