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"matt! look!" you were stalking your friends instagram ever since she had a baby, showing your loving boyfriend all of the cute baby onesies and babbles she posts. you were getting such bad baby fever, and matt knew it.

"matt! imagine we had a little mini you!"

"so im not good enough?" he teased,

"maaaaaaatttt" you drew his name out, teasing back, "you know, we'd probably have to try a couple times..."

he perked up at this, him moving closer to where you were sat on the couch, behind you. he pulled your hair lightly, making you look up at him.

"whatcha mean by that, babe?"

"you know...." you leaned up, completing a kiss between the two of you, just a little peck.

"so what's that mean? you want me to put a baby in you?" he whispered against your lips

"i want a baby"

matt practically jumped over the couch, him pushing you into the cushions as he kissed you. he shoved his tongue in your mouth, creating and breaking patterns of kissing you. he was rough but passionate, your hands tangling in his hair while his pinned you. he used his teeth to lightly bite your bottom lip, causing you to pull his hair which made matt groan out. he pulled away and looked at you,

"are you sure? you wanna be a mom? you wanna have my baby?" as he said this, his hands pulled your top slightly up, you nodded in response but he didn't go further, "i need words from you, tell me you want it"

"i want you, matt."

he pulled your shirt over your head, unclipping your bra and immediately kissing at your breasts, one hand played with one while his mouth toyed with the other. he licked circles around your nipple and occasionally sucked. as he squeezed one side hardly, his fingers found their way to your other hardened nipple, he squeezed it while still attacking the other side with his mouth.

your hips started to grind against matt, him kneeling over you. you felt the vibration of a moan leave his lips against your skin, his sweet sounds. after switching sides and adequately playing with your chest, he kissed a few sloppy kisses to your collarbones before getting off of you.

he fixed your hair, one hand smoothing the frizz and the other tucking a strand behind your ear. he leaned down, gave a small kiss to the tip of your nose, then let his hands trail lower until they landed at your waistband. he pulled them off in one pull, then pulled his hoodie off wearing nothing under it. the sight of his tattoos, his messy hair, dark eyes. it all made you feel so desperate. he got off the couch for a moment, pulling his own pants down with his boxers, his length springing out.

"wan' you so bad. gonna fill you up so good."

he kneed back onto the couch, pulling your legs closer. he pulled a random pillow out and put it under your lower back. his fingers ghosted over your slit, just spreading your desperate wetness around before replacing his fingers with the tip of his cock. he slid it up and down, slowly. his precum mixing with your slick made it easy for him to slip his length up and down, teasing you. he focus his light thrusts to your clit, putting more pressure on it. it made you whimper, every thrust almost going inside, just to tease you and rub your sensitive bud. his small breathy moans following each movement.

"m-matt! please, i just- i need you!" you cried out, desperation taking over as the rubbing just wasn't enough. almost immediately, he put his whole length in, leaving you gasping. matt lowly groaned, throwing his head back in pleasure as your walls clenched against him. he put both of his hands on your hips and guided you onto him, while he rolled his hips into yours. it started slow, matt closing his eyes and letting the both of you find rhythm.

"i'm gonna fill you up so good," he whispered, almost to himself. this caused you to clench, matt's sign to go faster. his thrusts picked up speed, him more aggressively guiding your hips into his. you opened your eyes to see matt staring at you, mouth slightly open and cheeks flushed,

"my pretty girl, gonna make you feel so good, gonna make you a mom" one hand left your hip and landed on top of your lower stomach, him putting some pressure onto it. every movement was purposeful, and now your eyes were locked onto his. the both of you were breathless, the sounds of his low breathy groans and your whimpers filled the room. you could tell he was still holding back, enjoying the moment.

"you're gonna be such a good daddy, matt" you said, coming out more sexually than you meant it to. matt let a whimper escape him, brows furrowing in pleasure as he was losing his composure. "let it out, matt. fill me up"

you felt matt's thrusts becoming sloppy, more aggressive and needy. you rolled your hips with the guidance of his hand, but building your own speed. as your walls clenched against him, you felt the knot that was building in your stomach unwinding. he continued to fuck you, riding out your high, when you felt his warm seed paint your walls, he did a few more sloppy thrusts before pulling out. you whined in the loss of his stretch.

he waited a moment, admiring your body. once his eyes laid on your pussy, it now leaking his cum, he shoved himself back in. a loud whine escaped your lips,

"it's okay, just makin' sure it all stays in."

he lowered himself onto you, peppering kissing along your collarbone, making a path higher up to your face. his arms wrapped around you while your walls wrapped around him, both tired and utterly in love with each other. after a few minutes of just cuddling, matt pulled out again and got up. he got a little wet towel and cleaned in between your legs, then threw a blanket around you.

"i'll start a shower, while you do that, i'll order us some lunch"

"thank you matt," you watched as he disappeared once again, you yelled out to him, "so what're we gonna do with a matt jr.?"

"i can't! my nails are still wet!" you waved your hands in his face, mocking his demand

"ohhh, so you can't do anything while your nails are wet?" he teased, smirking at you. "maybe i should paint my nails so i have an excuse to not do anything"

"ill paint them if you really want an excuse"

so that's how you ended up having matt's hands in yours, you slowly painting matching colors onto his nails. you almost intentionally went slow, his warmth going straight to your heart. you looked up to him, but he was already staring at your face,

"you look good when you're focused"

after finished his last nail, he admired them, taking your hand into his, looking at both of your hands together, the matching nails. he was never afraid to show you off, or to let you do whatever you wanted. all he wanted was to make you happy, even if it meant matching every small thing.

"matt! can you come here? i need your help!" chris yelled from the other room,

"nah, gotta wait until my nails dry" he yelled back, still admiring the nails you painted.

when nick and chris came into the room, matt showed them off, waved his painted nails around in front of them, his smile beaming.

"matt, you wanna drive for food? im starving" nick complained, but again, matt said no. waving his fingers in the air,

"but my nails!"

"they should be dry by now-"

"i don't want to risk it!" matt interrupted you.

you were sat on the edge of the bed, putting your last necklace on, when you felt him kneel on the bed behind you. the mattress dipped as he came closer, putting his hands around your waist and whispering in your ear,

"do you really have to go?" he peppered kisses down your neck, causing you to shiver,

"chris, you know i can't miss this-" he gave a light bite on the spot he knew made you weak, a small whimper escaping your lips.

"hmm?" he mocked, his hands snaking up to your chest, squeezing through the fabric. "with you dressed like this... driving me crazy..." he squeezed harder, "you look so pretty, my girl." his lips returned to your neck, his hands now pulling you down so he's spooning you from behind.

his hips lightly thrust against you, his pajama pants and your dress painfully blocking what you both want most. his hands sliding down to your hips, resting so softly and lightly guiding you into him.

"chris, baby, i've got to go-" you tried to get up but accidentally fell further into him, a loud groan escaping his lips. the noise hit you directly to your core, butterflies swarming your already weak core. you both knew there was no time for it, but god, the tension between the two of you could stop time.

"fine, you better make it up to me then." his hands fell off of you completely, the warmth of him leaving as he fell onto his back on the bed, causing a light whimper to leave your lips,

"chris, baby, you know i will." you returned to your original spot, grabbing your phone off of the nightstand. you got up, turning around to see chris so flushed, he looked so good, his hair messy and bulge clearly visible.

"you know i want you, so badly. you're lucky tonight is important, or i'd fuck you until the night was over" he spoke, almost in a whisper to himself.

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you were busy, surrounded by cameras and people trying to talk but the only thing on your mind was him. you were able to sneak away to the bathroom, finding a single stall and locking yourself in. you propped the phone up on the sink, clicking record. you let a strap of your dress fall down your shoulder, doing a light hair flip before turning around and pulling the dress up slightly, the bottom of your ass slightly showing. you squeezed yourself, before fixing your dress and winking at the camera. 'can't wait until i'm home (;'

text after text appeared on your screen, but you ignored them. smiling to yourself, you knew you were in for it tonight.

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the second you walked in the door, his lips were on yours. he was hungry, needy. the kiss was deep but slow, romantic. his tongue explored every corner of your mouth, his teeth clashing with yours occasionally. his arms pinned you in place, one hand holding your waist while the other tangled in your hair, lightly pulling.

"fuck, you have no idea what you put me through," he bit your lip lightly, pulling away before letting go. your lipgloss lightly smeared on his lips, his hair messy and eyes dark. you watched as he fell to his knees, wasting no time in pulling your dress up so he was face to face with a skimpy, lacy thong.

"all for me?" his eyes met yours, his eyes wide now. lust filled every part of his body, you were mesmerizing to him. you blushed, nodding.

"words, my love."

"yes, chris. all for you, always for you-"

his teeth scraped thigh as he pulled your panties down with them, his hands then pulling them the rest of the way down. he kissed the top of your ankle, shoes still on. he made his way up to your thighs, leaving a few love bites and sucks on your soft skin. you were basically dripping over him, wanting him so badly. he lifted one of your legs over his shoulders, his tongue licking a stripe down your wet cunt. you moaned, louder than you meant to- but you were completely under his control now. every touch igniting your lust.

he started by licking, soft little kitten licks, occasionally latching onto your clit for a second before letting go and licking more. you were growing impatient, hands going to his hair to pull him closer, but he pulled away.

"you made me wait, so i'll make you wait."

you whined in response, him going back to little licks. one of his hands now inside your thigh, ghosting where you want him most. he sucked harder on your clit, slipping two fingers in at the same time, surprising you. you threw your head back into the wall behind you, a mix of a whine and moan encouraging him to keep going.

his fingers followed a sloppy pattern of thrusting and stroking, bending perfectly to his your sweet spot. his tongue circled around your clit, an occasional suck and kiss replacing it. you felt yourself coming close, hips pushing into his mouth and hand. as you felt your knot start to come undone, his movements sped up holding a consistent pace. he let you ride out your high, slightly slowing down but continuing his movements. you felt yourself getting overstimulated, jerking at every movement but he continued to kiss and lick, finger fucking you.

"chris, chris- please--" you moaned, almost losing your voice, knees trembling as he finally came to a stop.

he stood up, now holding onto your waist, his eyes memorizing the look on your face, makeup slightly ruined and hair messy. a light whimper escaped with every breath, but you knew he wasn't done.

"your turn, on your knees." he demanded, his hand finding its way to the back of your head, guiding you down,

"sending me that video, fuck, you're lucky i didn't go find you and fuck you in that bathroom." when on your knees, both his hands gathered your hair into a ponytail, held together by his hands, while your hands pulled his pajamas down. his cock sprung out, slapping his stomach with his wet and pink tip. your hands found their way onto his base, stroking up and down a few times, small moans now coming from chris. your lips found their way to his tip, wrapping them around it and lightly sucking, before taking more. each bob of your head you took more and more of him. you closed your eyes, taking in the moment. his hands started to guide you, fast but not aggressive. he was enjoying using you. his moans and groans caused you to moan, whimpering from his size- sending vibrations straight to his core.

he watched you the entire time, whispering between his moans, praising and teasing.

"yeah, this is what you get, fuck, takin'me so good babe- ah,"

he pushed your mouth off, pulling your hair tighter. spit and precum replacing your lipgloss, he was ruining you, just the way he wanted. just the way you needed to be. he lifted you, pinning you against the wall again.

"mmm, can i? please, let me fuck you"

"chris, yes,"

"fuck, i needed you so bad-"

he slid in, both of your juices mixing, him sliding in easily. he moaned. leaning his head forward to meet yours, him watching as you took him. watching as his length disappeared into you. he was hitting you so perfectly, still a little sensitive from him eating you out.

"shit, you drive me fuckin crazy" he moaned, "eyes on me."

you opened your eyes, looking at his face. you were both a mess, completely lost in each others touch. he sped up, causing a sudden moan to leave you, you watched as he smirked at you, his own breathless moans mixing with yours.

"you're all mine, fuck, say it."

"i'm all yours, chris!"

"this-this is what you get for leaving me, teasing me-"

he picked up one of your legs, holding it up, pushing you harder into the wall as he thrusted into you. his tip hit against your cervix, his eyes never leaving yours. the pleasure was so much, he knew exactly how to fuck you and he loved to do it. to watch you fall apart, to have you be all his. he bit his bottom lip, you could tell he was close.

"fuck, babe- i- ahh" his thrusts became sloppy. you found your own orgasm approaching. your walls tightening against him, setting him off. an almost animalistic groan left his lips as he lost his pattern, hips spattering into yours before he pulled out, you watched as his cum painted the bottom of your stomach and some of your dress.

he continued to thrust, his length rubbing against your slit but not going inside. both of you were sensitive, unable to even think. just as you started to catch your breath, chris put your leg down and pulled you into him for a hug,

"m'sweet girl, i needed you so bad."

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he carried you to the bathroom, stripping you of your clothes. he started the shower for you, lighting a candle and even setting up your toothbrush for you.

"y'know i love you. i'd do anything for you, i wouldn't have left."

"chris..."

his eyes were lighter now, full of love. he kissed your forehead, before sticking his hand in the shower,

you were laying in bed, chris had been gone for the last few hours filming a video with his brothers; leaving you alone. you missed him, but this time it was different. maybe you were ovulating, or maybe it's because before he left he looked delicious, his hair messy and a tighter than usual shirt, or maybe even the fact that you had to share your boyfriends sexiness with their subscribers. you weren't public with your relationship yet, but fans started to notice chris acting different. comments flooded about his better fashion, how he seemed happier and even fans wondering if there was a hickey on him. it was.

you found yourself getting turned on just by the thought of him, the thought of leaving hickies to claim him as yours. ugh. it was too much, clenching your thighs together wasn't getting rid of that feeling, but you didn't even want it to go away. you pulled out your phone and clicked tumblr. you scrolled for a bit before finding a good oneshot, reading the synopsis and it was different. chris usually took control, but reading about him being needy and whimpering made your heart flutter.

you were lost in thought, your phone now fallen off the bed while you fingered yourself, imagining chris was there. you couldn't find your release, after you got with chris nothing could compare. you couldn't make yourself feel as good as he could make you feel. you were trying, wearing no clothes, circling your clit but still it wasn't enough. you were sexually frustrated, so distracted from reality that you didn't even hear chris come into your apartment. you knew he was coming over after filming but it slipped your mind.

"wow..." chris finally said out loud, holding your phone and reading. your eyes snapped open, embarrassment taking control over you.

"ma, could've just told me you wanted to tie me up, i'll be your good boy."

you were out of breath and needy, you needed him. he sat onto the bed next to you, and you immediately sat up, taking him into a kiss. it was hungry, you were leading his lips, using your tongue to part his lips. you felt him moan into the kiss, he was surprised at how badly you needed him.

you straddled him, but from how badly you needed him and how aggressive the kiss was, you pushed him into the bed so you were laying on top of him. his hands steadied you, resting on your hips. you continued to kiss him, teeth clashing as your tongues and lips mashed together. he started to hump into you, his layers of fabric rubbing against your bare heat. you moaned into him, feeling how he was getting needy too. your kisses fell, now kissing along his jawline, you felt his stubble stinging and tickling as it scraped along your skin.

once down at his neck, you licked a spot before sucking on it, lightly biting at the skin before leaving another lick and moving down. you left several love bites, until you got to an extra sensitive spot on him, he moaned louder, his hands squeezing your hips as you focused harder on this spot. you knew you were leaving marks, but you wanted everyone to know he was yours.

"take your shirt off" you commanded, getting off of him and opening your bedside table. you pulled out an old pair of shoelaces, turning back to him now shirtless and looking at your phone again,

"do it to me, ma"

"you sure chris?"

"please, let me be your good boy" he said, quoting the words on your screen. his eyebrows turned up, a genuine plead. you sat next to him, tying his wrists to your bedposts. lose enough that it wouldn't hurt, but tight enough that he couldn't escape the restraints. you gave him a kiss on his cheek, then his jawline, and worked your way back down kissing each hickey until you were at his chest. your teeth scraped down, then you licked back up.

"ma, let me do something to ya, i wan' make you feel good" he spoke again, a light whimper in his voice. he was fully feeling the effects of your control. you left one last kiss to his skin before coming up, straddling his chest.

"yeah, what d'you wanna do baby?"

"let me eat you out, sit on my face, let me make you feel good" he pleaded, his words made your walls clench onto nothing. you hummed in response, bringing your head up higher. you were now hovering over his face, you felt a little shy, fully on display for him but he always treated you right.

"please, fuck, let me-" he pleaded, his arms pulling at the ties, he needed you. you lowered yourself onto him. his tongue licked a stripe fully across your slit, then diving slightly inside before circling your clit once with his pointed tongue,

"taste so good, mama" he whispered, almost too quiet for you to hear. his lips then immediately attached to your clit, sucking hard and moaning against it, this caused you to moan to, pushing your heat into his mouth. he found a rhythm, diving in and out, circling your clit then sucking harshly. his movements became fast and hungry. he was licking up your sweetness, moaning at just the taste. his arms pulled at the restraints, he wanted to touch you more.

"g-good, fuck. good boy" you moaned out, this affected chris more than he thought it would but hearing you praise him and take control made him feel feral.

"yeah?... mmmph.... wanna make you feel so good.... wanna be your good boy" you felt you were close, rocking your hips into him, his spit mixing with your juices. your moans became higher pitched, his own moans lightly vibrating your clit. you knew you were close. after a long, drawn out, almost pornographic moan you felt the pleasure in your stomach come undone, a wave crashing over your whole body as chris continued lapping you up.

"mmmph, chris, babyyyy" you were now sensitive, allowing him to lick a few more times before coming off, he whimpered out,

"ma, i need-"

"shhh," you interrupted him. not quite ready to go all the way, you were having fun. he looked so good, his arms up, hair messy and chin glistening from your wetness. his cheeks were flushed and he was out of breath, a whine coming out of every exhale. after a second of looking, you came down to his pants, pulling the first layer off. a wetness leaked through onto his boxers from precum, his bulge hard and begging to be let free.

"mama, please, need you"

"you'll get me, baby, just keep being my good boy" his dick twitched at your words, he was so needy. you pulled his boxers down to his thighs, freeing his cock. it was big, pink and precum made the tip glisten. he was gorgeous. you put your hands at the base and slowly dragged up and down, his moaning and bucking his hips into your hands. you left a kiss at his tip, then leaving a long lick down then up again his whole length. a low groan escaped his lips, causing you to look up at his face. his head was leaning back against the pillow, wrists slightly red from pulling at the restraints. he was perfect.

without warning, you spit onto his cock, then putting the tip into your mouth, his head shot up to watch you,

"fuck ma- aahhh" he moaned out, feeling your mouth take most of his length, your hand pumping what you couldn't. you slowly started, finding a pace that drove him crazy, almost immediately he was begging for more,

"p-please. please!" he whimpered out, a sound you rarely heard. you decided to tease a little bit longer, doing a few more slow strokes before you hollowed your cheeks out and sped up, his hips grinding into your mouth, forcing his full length down your throat. tears threatened to spill at the edges of your eyes while chris moaned and whimpered, lost in the sensation. you continued your pace, motivated by his sweet sounds.

you could tell he was close, so you pushed your hands into his hips stopping then, and you slowed your pace,

"w-wha, ma, please, i'm being so good for you- please!" he begged, his voice raspy and high pitched. he was flushed, arms now pulling at the ties so he could finish,

"not in my mouth, babe. you know better," you got up putting a kiss onto the tip of his nose. he hummed in response, his eyes fluttering closed at your soft touch,

"m' sorry ma, please. let me finish in you, please!" his begs were now softer and quieter, but still whining. you pulled one of your legs over him, now hovering over his hard length. you lined him up with your slit, teasing both of you as you slid it up and down your wetness. chris was trying hard not to buck his hips and fuck you, you could tell me was holding back. you slowly sat down onto him, feeling the sweet stretch. he let out the lightest cry, moaning and throwing his head back. you lightly grinded with him still inside before going up and sitting again, this time faster. as you got faster, you could tell he was struggling to hold back, whimpers coming from him while his wrists pulled at the restraints.

"ahh, please, please ma'"

"yeah? you wanna show me how good you can be while you fuck me?" hearing this, chris let out a loud moan, nodding his head, "words, baby"

"please, ah- let me fuck you" you leaned forward, chest now in his face while you untied one wrist, he took your tit hanging down into his mouth and sucked at your nipple. once one hand was freed, it immediately went to your waist and he used it to guide you, him picking up his pace. you couldn't untie the other, he was fucking you so good, and now with his mouth on you everything felt ethereal. he bent his knees, fucking you at a new, deeper angle, it was almost too much. every thrust you felt his tip hit your sweet spot causing your walls to clench onto him. you both were close to cumming, his moans and whines bringing you closer,

"cum with me, chris, fuck..."

"you feel so good, ah-"

you both broke at the same time, him filling you inside, a long moan escaping his lips. you got off and laid next to him, breathless and tired. you were on your side, facing away from him when you felt him spoon you from behind,