Lana Is Life

Her heart was beating wildly in her chest, her chest rising and falling in shaky patterns. She couldn’t see anything, the makeshift blindfold made out of one of his many ties preventing her from seeing what he was doing.

She knew he was staring at her, she could feel his hungry and angry eyes on her naked body, she just didn’t know where he was looking.

Was he looking at the drool running out of her mouth and down her chin from the ball gag? Was he looking at the weighted clamps dangling on her nipples? Maybe he was looking at the red rope binding her arms together behind her back and running across her body?

It should have been embarrassing, being naked, gagged, and tied up, on display for him and anyone else in his office building to see. However, for her it wasn’t embarrassing, it was liberating - It was exciting.

So exciting that her wetness was dripping down on to the carpeted floor, a thin and slimy string still connected to her folds.

“Do you know why you’re being punished?”

Her instincts tell her to follow his voice, to turn her head and try to locate him in the room - She knew better.

If she even moved an inch from fourth position, her punishment would be worse, and she was already in for a long night.

She doesn’t answer him, not that she could anyway, the ball gag preventing her from doing so. More shuffling is heard before she feels him looming over her, his energy radiating dominance.

She whimpers in pain, feeling his hand snake itself into her hair, gripping at her roots and yanking her head back. She blinks frivolously, the lights in the office temporarily blinding her as he rips the blindfold off.

Their eyes connected and she could see the pissed-off and hungry expression in his eyes. He says nothing, simply staring down at her as he allows one of his hands to caress her face.

A shocked noise escapes behind the ball gag, her eyes clenching shut as a sharp sting is felt against her cheek. She breathes harshly as she looks up at him once more, “You embarrassed me Cherry, you know how I feel about that.”

She gives a muffled apology, hoping he would go easy on her. “I don’t care for your noises-" he lets go of her head and pushes her forward.

"Sixth position."

He watches as she does her best to move, the restraints preventing her from moving freely. He licks his lips before pulling a small black bag out of his pocket, the velvet material in his hand feeling soft. He reaches inside and pulls out a butt plug that has a ruby-red jewel on the end.

He kneels on one leg and swipes the metal along her folds, using her own juices as makeshift lube. She shudders at the cold feeling, closing her eyes as she waits for his next move.

He removes the butt plug from her cunt and starts prodding at her hole, gently pushing the plug in. He watches the way her body tenses, her hands making a fist at the semi-new feeling.

She relaxes once it's all the way in, Matt admiring the work of art in front of him before landing a firm slap to her ass. He grabs a handful of her hair and yanks on it as he stands up, moving in front of her.

He forces her to look up at him, soon forcing her face into his crotch, his hard bulge rubbing against her face.

Suddenly he yanks her back, forcing her to look down at the ground. Her eyes widen seeing the devices strapped to his left leg.

A dildo and a vibrator.

"Here's what's going to happen sweetheart-" she winces as he drags her restrained body towards his desk, her knees dragging along the carpet floor. He sits down in his chair, manspreading as he gets comfortable.

Her heart beats quickly as he pours himself a glass of whiskey, lighting a cigar in the process. He takes a puff of the cigar, blowing out a thin veil of smoke before looking down at her again.

"Since you want to be a whore and embarrass me in front of my colleagues, you're going to ride my shoe, and get yourself off until I tell you to stop."

He watches the way her body shakes. He knew it wasn't of fright, it was more so embarrassment and excitement. He takes a swig of his drink before leaning back in his chair, "Go on Cherry, get to work."

He makes no move to help her, watching as she struggles to hover over the dildo attached to his dress shoe due to her arms being tied up behind her back. She slowly sinks down, her eyelids fluttering at the sensation of being stretched out.

As soon as she bottoms out, Matt reaches down and presses the button on the vibrator, chuckling at the way her eyes fly open. She falls forward, her face resting against his knee as she moans out.

"Tsk tsk tsk, none of that sweetheart." He taps his foot slightly, the dildo beginning to move in and out of the girls weeping cunt. "I'm not going to do all of the work, you wanted to fuck so bad, get yourself off."

She breathes heavily, the vibrator already being too much for her to handle, but she does as told. Her hips begin to rut against his shoe, her body leaning against his leg for support.

He watches with looming eyes, taking the occasional sip of his whiskey and puff of his cigar.

This whole scene was degrading, something straight out of those fake pornos. But this wasn't fake, no - This was the true experience, the raw and real version of a dom and sub dynamic.

She whimpers as the nipple clamps brush along his dress pants, tugging at her sore nipples, drawing her closer and closer to her first orgasm of the night.

She's able to ride it out, her hips continuing to rock back and forth, but the pleasure doesn't stop. She lets out a broken moan feeling the vibrations grow stronger, Matt reaching down and turning it up once more.

She lets out a long groan, her whole body tensing as her clit remains stimulated. She shudders against him, sweat forming along her body from the heat in the office. Her body was on fire, every nerve in her body being overstimulated.

"Come on sweetheart, don't tell me you can't handle a second orgasm." He taunts, starting to tap his foot once again. He knew she was a bit more sensitive than usual, the multiple glasses of wine going straight to her core, causing them to be in this situation.

Her nails dig into her palms, the hot coil in her stomach forming once again and already set to snap. Her eyes roll back as another orgasm washes over her, a shaky groan being muffled by the ball gag.

She braces herself, waiting for him to turn the vibrator up once again, but it doesn't come. He keeps the vibrator on the same setting, the only difference is, he forces her to sit up straight.

He leans forward, his eyes set on the pair of nipple clamps attached to her breast. He tugs on one of the clamps, watching the way her body quivers at the pain.

He scoops both of her breasts up in his hand, watching the way her face relaxes the tiniest bit, only to drop them just as quick.

She groans at the feeling, the gravity of her breasts dropping causing the clamps to tug harshly at her sore nipples. He does this a few more times, occasionally slapping them as well as tugging, watching the way her tears of pain and pleasure stroll down her cheeks.

"Look at you, all fucked out and pathetic and I haven't even fucked you. You're getting off on my shoe like a whore in heat." He caresses her face gently before landing a harsh slap, enjoying her muffled noises.

He turns the vibrator up again and yanks the ball gag out of her mouth, her moans only getting louder.

"Are you sorry?"

"Y-ye-" She cuts herself off with another moan, her body falling against his leg once again. "Answer me Cherry, you know I don't like disobedience." He looks up at him through her tears, eyes glossy and lips parted. He coos gently before turning the vibrator up all the way.

"Answer me Cherry. Are you sorry?"

"Yes!" she sobs out, her whole body shaking against him. She looks possessed, the way her eyes continue to roll back and her eyelids flutter.

"Good. Give me two more and I might let your punishment be over." She sobs at his sadistic words, knowing she doesn't have a choice, she could only obey.

She does her best to breathe through it, letting out long and loud groans as her clit and gummy walls continue to be stimulated.

That coil begins to form again, but something was different this time. Her body began to feel hot, a nauseating hot that made her heave. Her arms begged to be free, a sense of panic washing over her as she tugged the restraints.

She had stopped her hip movement by now, sitting still and letting the vibrations run through her.

Matt feels his chest lurch as she lets out a scream, the sound of splashing being heard.

She squirted.

For the first time ever, she squirted.

He's quick to turn the vibrator off, scooping her up from under her arms and gently pulling her off the dildo. He holds her in his lap, whispering firm yet soft praises as he quickly unties the red rope pressing against her skin.

She shudders in his arms, her body twitching as she tries to catch her breath.

"Shhh, it's ok. You did so well, taking your punishment like a good girl," she whines in protest, managing to let out a slurred sentence.

"D-didn't cum tw-"

"Don't worry about that. You did good, so good squirting for me."

For the next half hour, he soothes her, massaging her thighs and back knowing she's tense and aching. Once her tears had stopped and her breathing was even, he looked down at her.

"I'm going to have my driver take you back to my place, ok? I'm going to go give my rounds of goodbyes, then meet you. We can lay in the bath as long as you want and I'll pamper you."

chris has one hand on the plush skin of your thigh, the pad of his thumb stroking it—the other hand on the wheel as he drives through a shady looking neighborhood.

it's about nine p.m., the front windows down, your hair blowing in the wind as the hard rap music blaring from the car's speakers fills your ears, the scent of weed coming from the blunt between chris' lips filling your nose.

"can't believe you actually gon' lemme do this shit," chris snickers, a smirk on his lips, his voice slightly muffled by the blunt in his mouth as he glances over at you.

you look over at him beside you with a pout, huffing quietly as the moonlight casts a dim glimmer over your angelic face.

chris studies your features as he comes to a red light, taking a toke off the blunt as he snickers and exhales the smoke, squeezing your thigh and then patting it. "funny how y'look like an angel, but you a fuckin' freak at heart," he teases you.

your cheeks heat up in an instant, your gaze shifting to look in front of you as you huff in embarrassment under your breath, uncomfortably adjusting your lacy mini skirt that rests on your upper thighs.

chris just smirks and snickers at you in response, placing the blunt back between his lips as the light turns green, his foot moving to the gas pedal.

a few minutes go by, and the both of you are soon pulling up to the house of the first customer. you know what's coming, your heart pounding out of your chest as you nervously toy with the bow on your lacy tank top.

chris notices your nervous demeanor as he shoots the customer a text, letting them know he's outside. he tosses his phone back in his lap, smirking at you, "y'ready, kid?"

"stop it," you mutter, your head swirling anxiously, palms clammy as you keep your gaze on your lap.

footsteps can be heard through chris' open window, the smirk growing on his lips as he opens his phone. he taps a few buttons and by the time the customer is hopping in the backseat, you're practically sinking in your seat.

the vibrator inside your panties sends jolts of pleasure through you, immediately having your thighs shaking. heat floods through you as you stare up at the car's ceiling, trying to hold yourself together. but a little gasp escapes your lips when you feel your clit throb while the vibrator shakes inside you, your hips jerking instinctively.

chris glares at you as he takes a hit from his blunt, nudging your thigh before turning to look at the customer in the backseat, who's completely oblivious to what's going on with you.

while you bite down hard on your plush bottom lip, squeezing your eyes shut as your hands dig into the sides of the leather, chris hands the customer his order. you don't even know what it is, too worried that if you turn your head, the customer will see the look of ecstasy on your face.

as the customer hands chris an envelope of cash, their voices blur together in your messy head, your face tightly scrunched together as you desperately try to bite back a mewl, the vibrator making your toes curl in your shoes and your hands clammy.

but it's over as soon as it started, the customer exiting the car as chris hits a button on his phone, stopping all the torturous pleasure in your panties.

he looks at you with a smirk, swiping his tongue over his bottom lip as you let out a loud exhale. "told you to make sure y'stay quiet, yeah?"

you nod, your cheeks flushing a deep shade of pink as you gnaw on your bottom lip. "yeah..."

"be a good girl f'me, don't make a sound. 'kay?" he says with a firmness that makes your heart flutter and your panties stickier than they already had become, chris taking a small toke off his blunt.

you swallow thickly, nodding as he begins to drive to the next customer's house.

and then it's happening again, the customer climbs into the backseat while you're sitting in the front in complete, silent ecstasy.

you feel more desperate and needy as your fingers clench tightly around your skirt. your pussy clenches around the vibrator in your soaked panties, and you can see the cheeky grin that crawls across chris' lips as he glances at you while handing the customer a small baggie of pills.

your thighs are shaking, your teeth sinking so hard into your bottom lip that you're about to draw blood, giving everything inside you to not lose it right here with the customer in the backseat.

as the customer pays chris, your hands fly to dig into the leather of the seat on either side of you as you rub your shaky thighs together, your high just out of reach.

you're getting closer and closer as they have a quick conversation, your toes curling tightly in your shoes as you meekly loll your head back against the headrest, pussy clenching around the vibrator as the knot grows in your tummy, your eyes squeezed shut. the knot grows tighter, tighter, t—

and then it's gone.

you fail to even notice that the customer has started walking back into your house, your breath unsteady as your eyes fly open, a needy look in your eyes as you see the customer heading up their front steps.

you're left whining in your seat, desperately trying to rub your thighs together for some type of friction, but it's too late. the pleasure is gone.

chris laughs smugly at you, that same stupid smirk on his lips as he shifts the car into drive, "aww, you were so close, hm?" he coos tauntingly, making your heart pound as he tosses the now used blunt out the window.

you glare at him out of your peripheral, your bottom lip jutted out in a needy pout as you whimper desperately, "chris, please..."

that makes his smirk deepen, his hand shifting to squeeze your thigh as he begins to drive, making you shiver. "use them words, f'me. tell me what ya want," he tells you as he exhales a cloud of smoke out the window.

you squeeze your thighs together, swallowing thickly as you huff shakily, your mind left in a desperate frenzy as your pussy throbs painfully, panties sticking uncomfortably to your folds. "i-i need...please...i...turn it back on...please?" you babble, stuttering nervously as your cheeks burn with embarrassment.

"i know," he coos again, squeezing your thigh making your breath hitch—that's how sensitive you are. "got ten minutes to the next house, sure you'll get to cum by then," he smirks.

by the time you're at the next house, you're not sure how much more you can take. you're praying that this takes long enough for you to cum, but you're also fearful about making any noises if it happens.

as chris hands the customer their order in the backseat, you're shaking in your own seat. your hips buck up, gripping the hem of your skirt with white knuckles as your walls clench tightly around the vibrating device, feeling the pool of sticky nectar between your legs soaking through the thin fabric of your panties, practically leaking onto the seat.

your head falls back against the headrest, your breath caught in your throat as your eyes pinch shut, desperate to not make any noise, desperate to keep your composure as chris and the customer deal.

you're getting close again—that same knot in your belly bubbling tightly, only better than the last time. your thighs shake as you desperately try and squeeze them together, trying your absolute best to remain calm and composed.

your mind is a frantic mess, unable to focus on anything but the pleasure as you squirm in your seat, your body jolting with each vibration sent through your dripping cunt as you teeter on the brink of an orgasm.

you don't even realize chris is talking to you until he nudges your shoulder, abruptly making your head snap to look at him. your eyes are filled with tears of torturous pleasure, your lips pressed together firmly in a thin line. he bites back a smirk, ignoring the way his hardened cock twitches in his jeans. "say bye to tyler, kid," he says and you almost panic.

you swallow thickly, squeezing your thighs together as you let out a shaky breath, trying to desperately ignore your orgasm being right behind you. you slowly turn your head to look at tyler in the backseat—your cheeks red and your forehead sticky with sweat. "b-b...b...bye," you babble.

tyler furrows his brows, snickering at you. your heart drops to your toes as you snap your head back in front of you, your gummy walls clenching tightly around the vibrator that threatens to push you over the edge while you desperately hold back your orgasm.

"bye."

once tyler exits the car, you're robbed from your orgasm a second time. as the jolts of pleasure stop abruptly in your body, you let out a whimper, reaching over to curl your fingers tightly around chris' wrist, a desperate and needy look in your eyes, brows furrowed. "please, please, i-i-i can't—i need it," you whine as he begins to drive.

chris smirks at that, shifting the car into drive as he pulls away from the curb, prodding the inside of his cheek with his tongue. "think y'deserve it?" he asks smugly as he pulls out his phone.

you nod your head frantically with eager, tightening your grip on his wrist, your poor pussy throbbing in your panties that seep through with slick. "p-please, please, chris—i-i can't, i-i need—"

you're cut off when the vibrator starts wracking inside you again, a loud, bottled up whine of relief and pleasure slipping from your lips. your knuckles turn white as you grip his wrist harder, throwing your head back against the headrest.

"a-ah...ah..." you whimper, your eyes squeezing shut as you pant through gritted teeth, your legs squirming in your seat as your other hand flies to grip the hem of your skirt tightly. all the pleasure is intensifying inside you, and you're so close yet again—painfully close.

"that's it, mama," chris praises you, glancing at you beside him with a smug smirk, "you gonna cum in your panties? y'deserve it, look at me," he rips his wrist from your grasp, moving to gently but firmly grab your jaw and force your lidded eyes brimming with tears on him.

you whimper and whine, your thighs shaking as you squirm in your seat, the smirk on chris' lips making your sopping pussy flutter around the vibrator. "there ya go, want you to look at me when y'cum."

"c-chris...chris...i-i," your words are jumbled, barely coherent as he releases his grip on your jaw, but your head stays in his direction. tears of pleasure drop down your hot cheeks, your orgasm just out of reach. "shhh..." he hushes you in a cocky yet soft tone, licking his lips as his dick twitches in his jeans.

and then it all comes crashing down when chris slithers a hand beneath your skirt, rubbing tight circles on your needy pearl. he keeps the smirk on his lips while he watches you cum, his other hand on the wheel, occasionally darting his eyes to the road.

your entire body shakes, a loud cry leaving your open mouth when you come as your hips buck involuntarily upwards, jolts of intense pleasure coursing through your body. you're whimpering, your mind a clouded, jumbled mess of pure euphoria that you've needed for so long.

chris grunts under his breath nodding his head as he helps you ride out your high, rubbing hard circles on your swollen clit as he watches you pant and whimper, coming down from the intense ecstasy.

"atta girl," he praises, pulling his fingers out of your wet panties, sucking the nectar off his digits. "there we go."

you pant and whimper, your vision blurry as you come back to your senses, eyes fluttering shut while you come down from your high.

chris' smug smirk turns softer as he stops at a red light, patting your flushed cheek gently as he nods, "good girl, bun, did so fuckin' good f'me."

but then, you're confused when he pulls into an empty, secluded parking lot, one you've always visited with him late at night. your brows furrow, still a little breathless as you glance over at him.

chris is smirking at you, running his tongue over the bottom row of his teeth as his eyes flit down the hard bulge in his jeans. he nods in your direction, "my turn."

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After the guys had posted the video at the gas station where Matt was talking about his idea for the sex pills, I had jokingly messaged him saying that I would gladly keep score if they really did it. Taking my message seriously, Matt had secretly gone out and grabbed three pills before inviting me over tonight. Thinking we were all just going to hangout, I was shocked when I showed up to find the pills neatly lined up on the coffee table and the three brothers pacing around the room arguing. After plenty of deliberation, Matt finally convinced Nick and Chris, and now here they were; awkwardly looking between themselves and me.

“How long do these even take to kick in?” Asked Chris, toying with the can of Pepsi in his hand. Grabbing one of the packages from the coffee table, Matt examined it for a moment. “It says thirty minutes.” He replied, sighing and running a hand through his messy hair. “This is ridiculous.” Remarked Nick, shaking his head as though he was disappointed in everyone in the room. Still giggling, I stretched my legs along the couch. “Oh come on,” I whined, “Relax, get comfy, and let the games begin.”

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“Okay, this isn’t working.” Nick deadpanned, locking his phone and throwing it beside him. “Really?” Asked Chris, turning to face his brother. Dropping his jaw, Nick made a disgusted face. “Is it for you?” Chris smirked bashfully, shrugging his shoulders. “I’m feeling somethin’.” He replied, to which Matt and Nick both groaned. “What about you Matt?” I asked, eyeing his still-relaxed frame leaning against the couch. Jutting out his bottom lip, he shrugged. “No, nothin’.” Chris groaned beside him, and I couldn’t help but notice him adjust himself slightly. “Great, now I feel weird.” He said, grabbing a blanket and swiftly draping it across his lap. I laughed and slowly pulled myself up from the couch.

“Looks like you might end up being the loser.” I teased as I began tidying up the packages strewn around the room. “I will n-” Dropping to my knees, I collected torn up pieces of packaging that had gathered at Chris’s feet. Noticing that Chris’s words had been cut short and now the room had fallen into heavy silence, I glanced up at him through my eyelashes. His eyes — which from up close seemed glassy and dilated — were on me, his mouth open slightly from his disrupted speech, and even his breathing seemed slightly rapid as his chest rose and fell.

Noticing this, Nick threw his hands up in the air exasperatedly. “Chris are you serious? See I knew this was a fucking horrible idea.” His sharp words pulled Chris’s eyes away from me, and he winced at his brother. “I’m sorry,” He replied, his words aimed at both Nick and myself, “I don’t know what the fuck is going on with me.” He added, seeming to grow increasingly uncomfortable. I giggled nervously before pulling myself back up to my feet. “It’s okay.” I reassured him before bringing the packages to the garbage; using the short walk to recover from that oddly intense moment.

As I returned, I suddenly noticed Matt fidgeting in his place on the couch, his brows knit in what seemed to be anguish. With Nick scrolling on his phone and Chris burying his head in his hands, I seemed to be the only one noticing Matt’s sudden discomfort. I chuckled as I slid back into my seat. “You good Matt?” I asked, teasing him. His eyes shot up to mine, and I watched as his Adam’s apple bobbed nervously. “Uh…yeah. All—all good.” He replied, his voice thick and slightly raspy.

Glancing down at my phone, I check the timer. It had been 32 minutes since they took the pills. I smiled gently. “Right on time.” I replied, shooting him a knowing look which just made him grow even more visibly restless. My comment grabbed the attention of Nick and Chris, and they turned to look at their rosy-cheeked brother. “You too?” Nick shouted, jumping up off of the couch. Matt grimaced, shrugging his shoulders again. “It’s not like I can control it.” He replied, letting out an uncomfortable laugh. Sighing, Nick began walking towards the stairs. “Whoa! Where are you going?” Chris asked him. “Nothing is happening to me dumbass! And I will absolutely not be sitting around you two anymore now that you’re both bricked up.” He sassed as he began climbing the stairs. “Good luck Y/n!” He called as he disappeared into his bedroom.

“Looks like we’re in a 1 v 1.” I said, wiggling my eyebrows teasingly. I registered the look of torment on the faces of Matt and Chris, and decided that it would be in my best interest to hold back my laughter. “Let’s see who can make it to an hour.” I added. Chris grunted as he shifted in his seat uncomfortably. “I’ll be lucky if I make it another five minutes.” He replied, his voice also more gruff than usual. “Aww c’mon, you can do it.” I encouraged, moving to place a reassuring hand on his knee but deciding against it. As the room fell back into silence, I could hear Matt’s heavy breathing permeated by the occasional soft whine.

Although I was trying to keep things light-hearted, their overwhelming arousal was growing more and more palpable. My wandering eyes flittered from Matt’s bottom lip pulled in between his teeth to Chris’s temple coated in a sheen of sweat. As I focused on their features, it was as though their chemically-induced lust was contagious. I began to feel my own heart pounding in my chest, and I noticed a dampness in my panties that hadn’t been there before. In that silent room, all of our desires suddenly fell in sync with one another, and it was growing harder and harder to ignore.

“I need to go deal with this.” Chris suddenly blurted out, his voice laced with urgency as his focused eyes stared straight ahead. “You’re throwin’ in the towel?” Asked Matt, his lips curling into a smile infused with what seemed to be an odd combination of arrogance and relief. Chris winced as he tried to lean forward, nodding his head intensely. I watched in painful silence as he folded his hands together and pressed them against his plump lips, deep in thought. Very slowly, his eyes were pulled in my direction.

I froze under his gaze, the look he was giving me was worth a thousand words. My brows furrowed momentarily, instinctually denying what his eyes were asking me, before I felt my body begin to react. Heart pounding in my ears, I leaned back against the couch and crossed my legs; dying for some relief. “Hey—what’s going on?” Matt’s voice infiltrated mine and Chris’s stare-down. Picking up on the shift of air in the room, his eyebrows shot up. “Chris, no! That’s not how this works.” He exclaimed, turning to face his brother. Still looking at me, a smirk pulled at the corner of Chris’s lips. “We never laid down any ground rules kid.” He replied, and I felt my throat go dry.

“Well…” Matt’s exasperated voice trailed off for a moment, “Well, who said you get to fuck her?” The words sat heavy in the air around us, the reality of the situation being verbalized for the first time. I couldn’t manage to get a single word out if I tried, nor did I have the power to pull my eyes from Chris’s heady gaze. Chris chuckled, pulling himself off of the couch before slowly beginning to walk towards me. “No one,” He began, his voice suddenly menacing, “That’s up to her.” He finished just as he stopped in front of me, his frame towering above me with his tantalizing bulge directly in my line of sight.

Very slowly, he leaned down so that we were once again face-to-face. I felt my cheeks burn red from the situation I had suddenly found myself in, and the desire was radiating off of me in pulses. “What do you say?” He asked, his dilated eyes flooded with amusement. I swallowed, trying my best to re-instate my own vocal chords. Just as I was about to squeak out a response, a mindless gasp fell from my lips as Chris ducked his head down; his face buried in my neck.

My eyes fluttered shut momentarily, but once they opened they immediately landed on Matt’s tense figure sitting on the couch. His eyes were wide open, showing me just how badly he was suffering in that moment. The sheer need radiating from his gaze on me was infiltrating my mind, but the feeling of Chris’s warm breath dancing against my neck made it difficult for anything else to matter.

A whisper-soft moan slipped from my lips as Chris’s tongue delicately swiped against my clammy skin, and on instinct my hands flew to the back of his hair. Noticing my pitiful reaction, Chris chuckled against my skin. “I think I have my answer.” He whispered before pulling away from my neck and instead resuming our mind-numbingly erotic staring contest.“Matt get out.” Chris ordered, not even bothering to pull his hungry eyes away from me. As soon as Matt groaned, huffing out a disappointed “Fuck” as he headed for his room, Chris’s ravenous mouth was on mine.

I sucked in a sharp breath from the sheer dominance of his mouth. Lips tumbling in urgency, I felt his tongue toy with my lips; begging for entrance. Obliging, I moaned softly as his warm tongue flicked into my mouth, running against my own in slow, intoxicating movements. “Chris.” I panted, my voice thick with lust as his rapacious mouth began travelling down my neck. His hands snaked up my body, taking their time along my bare legs and stomach before tugging against the hem of my bunched up tank.

“Off.” He growled authoritatively. Without hesitating, I threw the thin white material over my head and let it drop to the floor. As soon as my pebbled tits were exposed, Chris’s greedy hands cupped onto them; exploring their shape as his thumbs ran along my sensitive nipples. Goosebumps raised on my skin at the feeling of his covetous, almost controlling touch. His hands and mouth moved as though he had no control over them — as though they owned the body that they were exploring.

His mouth dropped down to my chest. Taking one of my nipples in his mouth, a deep moan vibrated against my blazing skin. I laced my fingers through his hair, tugging gently against his roots as pleasure surged through my body. “Fuck, I’m so hard Y/n.” He said roughly as he nibbled at my skin. Mouth watering from the need he was exhibiting so transparently, my legs widened subconsciously as I writhed for more contact. “Let me h-help then.” I replied, my voice airy from how breathless he was making me.

Chris immediately straightened up, standing in front of me. Holding the bottom of his t-shirt up between his teeth, he began fumbling wildly with his belt. As soon as the metal unbuckled, my hands flew to his jeans, my own desperation causing me to yank down his zipper and slip his baggy pants and boxers down just enough to allow his swollen cock to spring free. As soon as the cold air brushed against his leaking tip, Chris released a gasp of relief. “Fuck, need your mouth.” He muttered, his droopy eyes peering down at me as I took in the immeasurable size of his length.

As I sat frozen in shock, the silky skin of his tip brushed against my pouting lips, snapping me out of my hypnosis. I opened my mouth, granting him the ability to place his cock on my tongue. I looked up at him through my lashes, taking in his panicky and disheveled appearance as his desperate cock pulsed against my drooling tongue. Slowly, I wrapped my lips around his girth, sucking in my cheeks lightly; earning a sharp groan and an indignant thrust of his hips. My eyes stayed glued to his as I began swirling my tongue along his swollen ridge, his salty pre-cum dissolving against my satisfied taste buds.

His jaw went slack as he watched me, deep in a trance. His hands found the back of my head, where he laced his strong fingers through my wavy hair; seeming to put up a fight against an all-consuming urge to sink all eight inches down my welcoming throat. Just as his eyes darkened, seconds from losing all self-control, I gave him some of the relief he was dying for by slowly bobbing my head up and down his veiny shaft. A long hiss escaped his mouth, his eyes burned into the sight before him — into me — as I took more and more of him in my mouth on each movement.

“Fuck.” He groaned, his words clipped, as his hands tightened in my hair. Slowly, I noticed him use his grip on my head to help guide my movements; sliding my mouth along his cock in a steady rhythm. As I looked up at him, I noticed the tension rolling throughout his entire body — his abdomen flexed, arms veiny, face reddening — caused by the self-restrain he was so obviously practicing combined with the crushing arousal that he was experiencing. To help him, I relaxed my throat and gave up moving my head on my own. He noticed my sudden lack of movement, but after scanning my face in concern for a moment, quickly accepted my wordless offering by slowly rolling his hips.

He moved gently at first, his eyes trained on mine as though he was gauging where my limitations stood. With each thrust, he slid his cock just a little further down my throat, until finally my nose was pressed taut against the sprinkle of hair along his pelvis. He held me there for a moment, looking down in awe at the sight of every inch of him buried in my warm, wet mouth. As I began tightening my throat around his shaft, growing restless, his breath seemed to grow more and more ragged — until all at once his self-control seemed to vanish.

I gasped around his cock as he suddenly grabbed my head with both hands, keeping me completely still as he began pounding his cock down my throat. Tears began forming in my eyes from the sheer force of his movements. “G-good girl.” He breathed, his eyes focused on my pink lips as they stretched to accommodate his laboured thrusts. I tried to moan — the lust emitting from Chris as he face fucked me caused my panties to flood — but my vocal chords were stifled by his ravaging cock. Instead, I turned into a zombie: my glossy eyes rolled to the back of my head as strings of saliva poured from the corners of my stretched out mouth.

Chris’s breathing grew so ragged that it was intimidating. Each rough thrust drew a guttural moan from his lips, making my head spin with desire. Suddenly, my eyes flew open in shock as Chris used his strong grip on my hair to pull me back; my head now pressed firmly against the back of the couch as he drove his cock down my throat. Unable to breathe, I entered a foreign state of ecstasy as Chris planted one of his legs onto the couch to get even deeper access; pushing me to my limits.

Just as I was about to grab onto his leg and, with pleading eyes, let him know I needed a break, the most erotic moan I had ever heard fell from his swollen lips. “G-gonna cum baby.” He groaned, his eyes fluttering shut as he seemed to focus on the overwhelming build up inside of him. Flooded with arousal, I suddenly regained the ability to take his strained, erratic thrusts. “You look so fuckin’ good with my cock in your mouth.” He groaned, his words punctuated by his sharp thrusts. I released an unsteady whimper in response, staring up at his haggard face.

“Shiiit.” Chris’ voice was drawn out as he made one final thrust, letting his cock hit the back of my throat one last time before I felt his warm seed erupt; filling my drooling mouth with thick ropes of the salty fluid as his cock twitched against my tongue. I kept my eyes on his as I eagerly swallowed his cum, and watched as his glazed-over expression of bliss switched to one much more alert and hungry.

Very slowly, he pulled his still-hard cock out of my mouth with a pop. I stayed perfectly still, staring up at him with an inquisitorial look in my eyes, and flinched when I felt his thumb run along my bottom lip to collect his spilt seed before pushing it back in between my lips. After eagerly lapping up the residue, my lips were once again engulfed by Chris’s. He moaned at the taste of himself on my tongue, and his hands wasted no time before tugging down my shorts.

He detached his lips from mine, leaving me a panting mess, as his gaze was pulled to my trembling heat. Just barely concealed by my soaking wet thong, I felt my slippery walls flex around nothing from his attention alone. Chris hooked his fingers into the waistband of my thong, pulling it down my legs torturously slow as I watched his chest rise and fall. Once I was fully exposed, the cold air against my swollen clit caused me to widen my legs; begging for his warm touch.

“So fuckin’ pretty.” Chris breathed, his voice an almost-whisper, as he ran his hands along my upper thighs. Once they reached my outer-most folds, he used his thumbs to spread me apart; admiring the way my juices dripped down to his knuckles. I trembled, feeling erotically pinned down by both his powerful hands and strong gaze, dying for him to touch me. I noticed the way he was holding me so tightly, the way his lower lip was pulled between his teeth, before his eyes shot back up to mine. “Turn around.” He ordered gruffly.

Knowing that I didn’t have the willpower to refuse even if I had wanted to, I turned around. Spreading my legs wider and bending my knees, I leaned my exposed chest against the back of the couch for support as I became more and more aware of the heat radiating off of his famished body behind me. I felt the weight on the couch shift just before I felt his hand snake up my spine to once again lace through my messy hair; the warm, wet feeling of his tongue sending aftershocks along my over-reactive skin.

His chest, now completely bare, pressed against my back as his face nuzzled against my shoulder; nibbling gently with his front teeth. Arching my back, I gasped as his free hand came around to my front; finding my clit blindly before rubbing quick circles against it. A stunned moan of relief slipped from my lips, muffled by the soft fabric of the couch, as I felt my body begin to melt under his nimble fingers. “Fuck Chris, r-right there.” I breathed, engulfed in the pleasure of his steady movements.

“You’re so fuckin’ soaked baby,” He purred against my red-hot ear, “You sure you didn’t take a pill too?” His deep voice, laced with amusement, reverberated through my scattered brain. Attempting to laugh in response, I was cut short by the unmistakable feeling of his warm tip, still glossy from my mouth, pressing against my drooling slit. “Mmm.” I groaned, writhing slowly in an attempt to pull him into me.

Noticing this, Chris chuckled menacingly against my skin. “You want my cock pretty girl?” His words shot straight to my core, and aimlessly I tried to grab his poised length in my greedy hand. Tauntingly, he pulled his hips back so his cock was out of reach. “Wanna hear you say it.” He asserted, his fingers slowing against my bundle of nerves. Whining, I turned my head so that I could see his face to my right. Lids droopy, I spoke with urgency. “Please, Chris,” I felt a string of arousal slip down my thigh, “Please g-give me your c-cock.”

With a satisfied smirk across his face, Chris kept his eyes on mine as his hand abandoned my clit. Brows furrowed from the lack of contact, I was just about to let out a dissatisfied groan when I felt the heat of his cock press against my trembling core. I watched his eyes flutter from the feeling of my folds just beginning to wrap around him, and in one swift motion, he split me in half.

Gasping, I had no time to adjust to Chris’s sinful girth before he started pounding into me. My walls stretched more than they ever had before, but welcomed his cock graciously by spilling pools of arousal along its length. “Jesus Christ.” Chris moaned in my ear, overwhelming lust clear in his voice, though it didn’t seem to reign over his powerful movements. The sloppy, wet sounds of our bodies slapping together echoed throughout the living room, their provocative recoils muddling my thoughts.

Chris straightened himself up behind me, keeping his one hand knit through my hair but placing his other on my ass cheek; pressing down so that my back was arched as much as it could be. “You’re making a b-big fuckin’ mess on me baby.” He uttered, using his grip on my ass to spread me apart; admiring the sight of his cock disappearing inside of my oozing pussy. “F-feels so good.” I moaned in response, mouth going slack as I relished in the feeling of his cock squeeze through my spongey walls.

His pace began to quicken, my cunt trembling from the new rapid pace. I could barely lift my head from the back of the couch; his cock dominated every part of me. Deep, throaty groans slipped from his mouth every few seconds, his grip on my hair tightened as he struggled to keep up his pace. “Touch yourself.” He suddenly ordered, his voice rushed and gruff. With a moan, I brought my fingers to my clit where I began to draw tight circles in sync with Chris’s rhythm.

As my bundle of nerves danced between my trembling fingers, my pleasure was profoundly intensified. “Oh god!” I cried out, my voice sounding brutish to my own ears. “K-keep going C-Chris!” I felt myself begin to crumble, my climax violently approaching. As if reading my mind, he grunts from behind me. “You gonna cum?” Unable to respond with words, I nodded my head rapidly as I chewed on my bottom lip. A sharp slap against my ass caused me to gasp, my pussy starting to convulse around his rock hard length. “That’s a good girl, cum for me baby.”

His soft words worked paradoxically with his rough thrusts and stinging slap, and I was immediately hit by an orgasm so brutal, so all-consuming, that I felt my soul drift from my body. For a moment, my body stilled, void of any sign of life, as my orgasm constricted all of my senses. I felt nothing; heard nothing; saw nothing; until a wave of pleasure, the colour of blood, came screaming at me — attacking my nerves and bringing me back to life.

My legs shook, nails dug into the couch, back contorted to the point where it looked broken, as the scream of a possessed woman spilled from my mouth. Chris tightened his grip on my hair, pulling my head off of the couch and wrapping his free hand around my mouth to stifle my uncontrollable moans. As I cried out his name into his possessing hand, his movements slowed tremendously; my spasming cunt suffocating his cock. “J-Jesus.” Chris panted from behind me, struggling to keep his composure as he slowly sunk himself into me; doing his best to drive me through my high before he lost all control.

I began to gain composure over my body as my orgasm subsided — I could feel my weak limbs and filter the words that spilled from my lips. Soft moans still escaped, however, as Chris continued to fuck me slowly; hissing between his teeth as he inched closer and closer to his own high. I felt my depleted walls continue to stretch for him, and fell into a slight hypnosis from the steady movements of our conjoined bodies.

“Turn around.” Chris’s urgent voice startled me back to my senses. He suddenly pulled his cock out of me in one quick movement, and as he did, I turned around to face him. Leaning with my back against the couch, I watched as he angled himself closer to me, pumping his red, swollen cock in his hand. After a few rapid jerks, Chris let out a deep guttural moan, shuddering before spilling his warm, milky, cum along my tits. My hungry eyes flittered between his face — eyes screwed shut in bliss, puffy lips pulled apart slightly, jaw tense — and the filthy portrait he was painting across my clammy skin.

Once a pool of his seed had collected in between my full tits, Chris released one more soft grunt before opening his eyes. They focused on his signature for a moment, before drifting up to my face; a satisfied smile pulling at the corner of his lips as he took in my spent appearance. Taking a shaky breath, he leaned down to plant a soft kiss to my lips before using his discarded shirt to wipe up the mess he had made on my chest.

“Well, that turned out to be a pretty fun game.” He whispered, his words laced with humour. My eyes followed his gentle movements across my skin; watching as he took his time and made sure he left my skin seemingly untouched. Chuckling, all of my energy drained, I looked back up at his crimson-tinted face. “Let’s thank Matt.” I replied, laughing at the repulsed expression that took over his features. “You’re sick, kid.” He retorted, shaking his head, but I noticed the shameless smile creeping over his lips.

“I was kiddingggg,” I laughed, reaching for my discarded clothes, “Do you feel better though?” I asked, to which Chris dropped his gaze to his cock — still red and standing up flush against his stomach — looking back to me with a raised eyebrow as though he was saying, ‘What’s it look like?’. Chuckling, I grab my top and begin trying to put it on. “Sorry dude, I did the best I could.” Just as my vision was restricted by the material of my top over my eyes, I squealed as I felt Chris lift me up; bending me over his shoulder as he stood up.

“What the fuck are you doing?” I asked, my voice broken by laughter as I jokingly pounded on his shoulder. He was walking, now, and I couldn’t control my childish giggles as I tried to get my tank top off of my head. “We’re gonna go take a shower.” He replied just as I felt him begin to descend the stairs leading to his bedroom. “Maybe one more time will do the trick.”

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It’s been two days since that incident. Chris was genuinely trying, drinking more water. Matt still didn’t know about the occurrence - well, until now. Chris was walking towards the fridge, going to grab a Pepsi. He came back with two - both for himself. You’re all three sitting on the couch. Matt is drinking one of his juices. 

“Why don’t you drink juice?” you direct, looking over at Chris. He looks down at the Pepsi he was about to open, staring at it sadly before getting up and walking to the fridge, pulling out an apple juice. 

As he walks back, Matt is confused. “Why are you drinking my apple juice? I don’t have that many left-” 

“Shut up, Matt.” Chris’s bitter statement only confuses him more. He starts to drink the sweet liquid, staring at the soda on the table as if it will make the juice taste carbonated. It doesn’t. “Pepsi is way better than this shit,” he whispers under his breath. 

You turn to look at him, bitter at that god-awful taste of his cum still haunting you. “Well, either drink that or you’re not cumming in my mouth any time soon. I’ve never had to spit out Matt’s cum, just saying,” you retort. 

His tongue is lustful, seeking into your mouth with a possessive sort of movement. You can’t help but moan as you feel him lay you down on the bed, climbing in between your legs as he grinds his hard bulge directly against your heat. 

“See how bad I needed ya?” he husks, his lips starting to wander down your neck, the ridges of his teeth biting softly against your hammering pulse. 

You can most definitely feel how bad he needs you. He’s so hard - painfully throbbing against your underwear that seems to get more damp by the second. The thin pj shorts are ripped off of you within an instant, cold air brushing against the soaked material of your panties. 

And the thing is - Chris doesn’t even want to fuck you. Well, he does want to, but he needs to taste you. 

He slides down teasingly, kissing the plush skin of your tummy before trailing lower and lower. Your breath hitches as you feel him sloppily kiss your clit through your underwear, the noise only encouraging him as he uses the same passionate movements he did on your lip just a brief minute ago. 

He’s hungry.

No - he’s starved. 

“Chris,” you sigh, your hips swiveling into the mattress as you feel him pull the bridge of your panties to the side, air from his lips puffing right against your sensitivity. 

You're burning from anticipation. A long moan strung from you covers the sound of the door creaking, a visitor sauntering in and drooling at the sight. 

Matt heard the footsteps of Chris dragging you down to his own room. He waited and tried to resist, but he couldn’t sleep either. There was no resisting the second he heard a soft moan from the floor below. At least no resisting he could manage anymore. 

Chris doesn’t even take your panties off all the way. He’s too impatient, diving right in and absolutely devouring you. Your neck cranes from pleasure, your head tossing back and nearly hitting headboard - but Matt’s hand is quick to come between.

You recognize his touch immediately. The moans starting to spill from your lips are mesmerizing, but as your eyes land on Matt’s, he feels all his patience run thin. 

“-feels good, hm? He eatin’ your pussy good, baby?” Matt tusks. 

A whimper mumbling in your mouth makes Matt’s cock harden even more. He can’t help but sit down on the bed, cradling your head in his lap as he drinks in the sight of your mouth splitting open with lewd noises, the wet squelches of Chris lapping at your cunt with his tongue making his heart drum in his ears. 

Chris is more than content - but Matt isn’t. He hates that your underwear is in the way of his view, he wants to see the mess - he wants to feel it. 

He’s running out of air. Chris’s chest burns for relief, forcing him to pull away as he inhales in a deep breath. The second he’s pulled away, Matt runs his hands down between your legs. He doesn’t bother sliding your underwear down. No - he tears them, ripping them once, ripping them twice and throwing them to the floor.

“There we go,” he purrs, lightly tracing over your pulsating clit with his fingers. How could he not? It’s right there, begging to be touched. 

Your back arches, pushing your head further into his lap. Your knees try to snap shut as you feel another pair of fingers tease your weeping hole - Chris’s. But he doesn’t let his view get blocked either. His broad shoulders keep you spread wide, the wetness of your pussy glistening in the moonlight. 

“Oh - mygod, fuck!” you scream, clutching onto the bed sheets as both Matt and Chris concentrate on their precision even more. Matt notices how much your thighs tense when he moves his fingers around your clit, gently swiping over the nub with his thumb. Your hips are lifting off the bed as Chris curls his fingers, creating friction against that spot, making you become a pile of moans and screams as you rock your body against them for more. 

“Please, please, please!” 

You’re not even sure what you’re begging for. All you know is this feels so fucking good, too much yet you need more. 

“C’mon, Doll, you got it, c’mon,” Chris praises, his lips starting to kiss gently on your quivering knee closing against him. He wants to see you fall apart, he wants to feel you fall apart. 

Matt can’t make up his mind. His eyes are glued to how blissed-out your face is, your mouth hangs open, but your pussy looks delicious - glistening, sloppy, and swollen from stimulation.

They’re making you feel so good - exactly what they had both been craving all night. 

“Ma - Chri - I - mmmph,” you moan. 

Both of their names and absolute gibberish. You’re gone, lost in pleasure as you become a vessel of passion. Chris hisses as he feels your walls convulse around his fingers. Matt feels his dick twitch as he watches your hips move erratically, a sharp scream pursing through your lips as you truly fall apart. 

“Good girl, fuckkkkkk - look at that,” Chris husks, watching a creamy-white ring form at the base of his fingers as he continues to pump you through the high. 

They really just couldn’t sleep. Not when they needed this - not when they craved you. 

Matt’s gut is tightening. He’s not even being touched but god - he’s close. It’s just such a pretty sight, it’s exactly what he needed. 

Large puffs of air echo through the room as you fall limp, twitching every couple seconds. The proud look on both of their faces makes your heart crumble, the heat becoming impenetrable as you feel their focused stares. 

Even though they’re aching to cum and be touched, they’re exhausted. And honestly, they’re satisfied. Now that they have you all messy and worn, they’re finally able to realize just how tired they are. 

“Bed time?” you laugh, feeling both of them cage you from either side, arms swarming around you as they cuddle in closely. 

“Mhm,” Matt breathes, his lips tickling against your ear, “-just needed you, sweetheart.”

Chris squeezes at your hips. He lets his nose brush against the underside of your jaw, “I wanna go to bed, but I also really wanna see you cum again,” he mentions. 

He’s really not lying. It’s like his brain is finally relaxed with you around, but it also craves to see the same sight of you creaming all over his fingers again and again. 

“Honestly…” Matt trails off, his hand starting to maneuver and massage up over your breast, tweaking your nipple. He lets out a hum at the sound of your gasp, “-how do you feel about some coffee than another round, hm?” he purrs. 

Sure, you’re spent and exhausted. But, you’re not immune to how his words seem to make your stomach twirl with excitement. 

“Espresso?” you wonder out loud. 

Chris is already getting up. Matt is grasping you, laughing into your ear, “Nice and quick, yeah. Then…then we can get back to havin’ some fun, hm? Isn’t that sweet?” 

You hum playfully, your nose scrunching at his sultry, yet pretty words;

you felt your whole body heat up involuntarily the second the conversation topic got brought up. it wasn't like it was a bad thing, or you were ashamed of it…you just didn't want anyone to know.

and right now, you were gonna have to either spill, or lie. lying not being your strong suit – especially about this – you opted to remain completely still and silent in the hopes everyone would forget you were there. 

you managed to get past any questioning, deciding to laugh along at the horribly vivid sex stories – awkwardly dismissing any question. but it's not like any of your friends were gonna pry or put you on the spot. to them your ‘sexual experiences’ seemed to just be private experiences you didn’t wanna share. 

but once the hangout had died out, people dropping out over the next hour, you remained. until it was just you and nick.

you stayed up, planning to sleep on the couch once your show had finished – but of course nick dipped not even halfway through. leaving you alone on the couch to watch your show.

just when you thought the whole house had gone to sleep, chris appears from downstairs – a curious look on his face as to why you were still here.

“you movin’ in or something.” he mumbles, slowly walking over to the fridge to grab a soda. “no.” you mumble, your eyes on the tv – only shifting his way when you hear the fridge close.

he comes over, opening the fresh can. “what’re you still doing here then?” he chuckles, making himself comfy on the couch beside you.

“i was meant to be watching this with nick.” you sigh, chris humming and nodding as he puts it together. then he takes a sip of his drink, squinting his eyes to look at what you were watching. “why are you-”

“what are you-” you both pause, talking over one another. chris chuckles a little, motioning for you to speak first.

you laugh a little. “uh, why are you up?” you ask. “it's like… two in the morning.” you trail off, searching for your phone in the blankets.

“i'm not fallin’ asleep for another two hours.” he sighs, sitting back on the couch – one arm crossed over his chest whilst the other held his can of pepsi. you nod, picking up the remote to pause your show that had been playing in the background.

“why’d you pause it.” he murmurs, having become curious about the show in the last few minutes. you raise your eyebrows, turning back to the screen. “you wanna watch…gilmore girls?” you question.

he hesitates for a second, now knowing what you had been watching. “y’know what. i'm good.” he mumbles, taking another sip of his drink. 

“thought so.” you chuckle lightly, shifting under your blanket to get more comfortable. he swallows down some more of his pepsi before putting it down on the coffee table.

you finally find your phone, mindlessly scrolling through the new silence. most of your time spent with chris being in silence as you both go on your phones – a comforting, yet slightly pathetic scene.

he looks up from his own phone for a second, your gaze fixed on your screen as you bit your nails mindlessly. “you were very quiet earlier.” he begins.

you look up immediately, unsure of where he was going with that. “oh.” you mumble. “you good?” he cuts in, making sure nothing was on your mind.

you frown, nodding your head immediately. “yeah, yeah. i'm fine.” you tell him honestly. he nods slowly, before a small smile appears on his face.

“so why were you so quiet earlier – you're never that quiet.” he asks again, having been quiet about his curiosity the entire time.

“uh…” you chuckle awkwardly, looking down at your lap – deciding to just say it. besides, it was only chris.”i didn't have anything to say.” you mumble, not looking up as your cheeks turn red at the insinuation of your own words.

he chuckles a little, shifting on the couch. “what’d you mean?” he asks, slightly confused by your mysterious response.

you look up, your face growing warmer as you both sink deeper into this conversation you had been so adamant to avoid for ages.

“i mean…i didn't have any, experiences to share.” you elaborate, hoping he would stop being so stupid and just understand what you were implying.

he scoffs a little, still not fully grasping it. “what does that even mean – you a virgin or somthin’?” the words don't even phase him, clearly coming out as a joke as he chuckles lightly, leaning forward to pick up his soda.

you go dead silent, your face now beat red. “well, yeah.” you scoff back, deciding that chris was far too stupid to understand subtlety.

he pauses, the smile wiping clean off his face in embarrassment. “oh shit, sorry.” he apologises, now feeling incredibly bad about joking about it – not that he did so maliciously. 

“no, it's fine, i don't…care.” you mumble, an awkward vibe settling over the conversation.

you'd never been one to talk about personal things in your life, and the entire time, chris had assumed your sexual experiences were included in that. he however did not expect this to be the case, now feeling slightly awkward about the revelation you'd somewhat reluctantly shared.

“right.” he clears his throat, fiddling with the can in his hand. “sorry for joking ‘bout it, it's not a big deal y’know – i wasn’t tryna make fun-”

“chris, it's honestly fine.” you interrupt his ramble, shaking your head at his long winded apology. he purses his lips, deciding to shut up as he gives you a small nod of understanding. 

you both go back to your phones, unsure of what to talk about now – but somehow it was the only thing on your mind. you thought you would’ve wanted to move on desperately, of course to avoid the dark pit of vulnerability and embarrassment.

but you didn't. instead you became curious about the prospect of discussing it – never having done that before with anyone.

you think for a while, looking up at him a few times to get a sense of what he was thinking. however, he looked completely unfazed.

“so uh, how old were you?” you ask, speaking quickly in the hopes he wouldn't hear you and you could just retract the question. he turns his head with a frown, the cogs in his brain turning as he realises what you meant – his eyebrows raising a little.

“oh.” he clears his throat, staring out. “i was seventeen.” he tells you, keeping the conversation casual – despite how nervous he was about where this conversation was going.

you nod at his response, you face heating up yet again at the knowledge of how behind you were. of course it didn't matter, and you'd never cared – but now speaking it outloud, you felt small and inexperienced. slightly embarrassed by your age of twenty one. 

he senses your uneasy reaction, and the way you were overthinking – sighing as he decides to speak instead of just ignoring the elephant in the room. “it doesn't matter when other people first had sex.” he mumbles, taking a sip of his soda before continuing. “don’t, compare yourself. you're good – no one cares ‘bout that shit.”

his words sound harsh, but coming from chris you know he means well. trying to reassure you by downplaying your worries in a somewhat…abrupt way.

“are you just saying that?” you ask, sensing that he was overcompensating to drive you away from the truth.

he gives you a look, shaking his head. “no. m’serious, people don’t give a fuck.” he elaborates further, pushing his point. you think for a second, taking advantage to actually talk about this, and open up in a way you never had.

“when you say people, you mean guys. right?” you clarify his wording, curious about the perspective from a guy. you'd always been worried that you'd hit an age where men would want you to have experience, and would find it off putting that you didn't know how to do anything. 

he chuckles a little, trying to push past the awkwardness of the conversation. “yeah, i mean guys.” he clarifies, rolling his eyes ever so slightly as you tiptoed around your questions.

you nod, unsure if chris really wants to be having this discussion right now – but the calm look on his face tells you he's not trying to claw his way out. “do you really think so?” you ask quietly, your insecurity shining through.

he turns to look at you, ready to snap from having to repeat himself yet again. but when he sees the vulnerable look on your face, he switches – something in him seeking to diminish your insecurity.

“some guys like that shit.” he mumbles out, shrugging a little.

you hum in curiosity, wondering what exactly that meant. “really?” he purses his lips and nods in response. 

you hesitate to speak again, wondering if your next question is too intimate of a thing to ask your friend.

he senses your hesitance, a part of him wanting to move away from this strange territory – but he also wants to help, and be a good friend. “you can ask me anythin’ y’know.” he mumbles, slightly unsure of his own words. 

you look over at him, feeling a sense of comfort and lack of judgement from him. “uh, surely guys would care if i…don't know how to do stuff.” you say almost sheepishly – reluctant to be fully open about this.

he sighs, picking up his pepsi to take another sip before shaking his head. 

“yeah, but you're not clueless.” he says with an amused huff, assuming you knew more than you were letting on. you shrug a little. “well no, but-” you stop yourself yet again, treading on eggshells around the topic whilst also trying to talk to him about it. very counteractive.

he nods your way, moving his hand in a ‘keep talking’ motion. you sigh, looking down at your lap. “i don't know…how to do stuff.”

he frowns at you, trying not to repeat himself yet again. “yeah, but like…you do.” he scoffs unhelpfully. you nervously bite down on your lip before shaking your head.

yes you understood the prospect of sex, and what went where – but you never really watched porn and therefore had no real insight.

his brows knit together, thinking up an appropriate way to talk to you right now. “but theoretically you'd know how to like.” he pauses for a second. “give a handjob.” he says slightly awkwardly, kinda just blurting the words out. 

your palms begin to sweat at his words, awkwardly rubbing them on the blanket to try and stop them from getting worse. “i dunno, probably not.” you say quietly, almost ashamed.

“oh.” any train of thought in his mind comes to a halt, unsure of where to go from here. he awkwardly scratches the back of his neck, eyes fixed on the can in his hand. “well that's uh-” he nods, not knowing where to go from there.

you sigh, slouching on the sofa with a small groan. “this is what i mean, it's embarrassing.” you mumble, feeling a little sorry for yourself – regretting this entire conversation. 

he shakes his head, his lips pursing slightly. “no, it’s not.” he reassures, although it's hardly convincing.

“it is chris, it's really embarrassing and not sexy – just forget i said anything.” you stop yourself, having said too much and currently feeling far too vulnerable.

“that's not true.” he tells you softly, sensing your impending breakdown over this – feeling as though it was partially his fault. “it's not…not sexy.” he mumbles hesitantly, hoping he wasn't crossing a line.

you give him a look, taking in his ‘compliment’ – or whatever it was. “i need to find a guy to practice on now.” you joke, groaning as you speak. 

he rolls his eyes, chuckling in amusement. “no you don't, sex is easy.” he tells you, as if that gave you any reassurance. “giving a handjob is like-” he looks around the room as he thinks, his sentence paused as he tries to come up with a comparison.

you raise your eyebrows, awaiting his comparison. “like, shaking a drink.” he says, immediately pulling a face at the bad comparison. “shaking a drink?” you question, trying not to laugh at the turn the conversation had taken.

he sighs, rubbing his face. “it's just, up n’down.” he explains, trying his hardest to keep the conversation light, and not get too detailed about it.

you tilt your head a bit at his explanation. “what does that mean though?” you question, not feeling stupid and clueless like usual – but rather curious and somewhat intrigued.

he sighs again, trying not to show any hint of disbelief. “like…y’know.” he trails off, lightly doing the motion in the air. you watch the motion, understanding what he meant.

“but like, how hard do i grab…it- and how far up and down am i supposed to go?” you ask, the conversation quickly morphing into a tutorial, you feeling more comfortable asking these questions that you previously thought were to stupid to even say.

“...it depends.” he sighs, hesitating to say that – knowing it was beyond unhelpful. “right.” you nod, understanding that it was different for everyone.

“well, what do you like- or i mean what have, y’know…girls done.” you stumble over your words, unsure of how to ask such a personal question. your palms were sweating slightly as you realised the personal question you'd just mumbled out – worried chris would find you weird for asking. but he didn't.

his eyebrows raised a little, mostly out of shock – but he didn't mind you asking. “uh…” he lets out a breath, thinking to himself. “like quite tight,  but not painfully y’know.” he nods as he speaks, the thought of your small delicate hands wrapped around him entering his mind for a second.

“and you don't need to go all the way down- focus more on the tip.” he explains, trying to keep it mostly factual in order to not get personal.

“ok.” you nod, trying to picture a dick in your mind, but it was difficult with no frame of reference. he senses your confusion, frowning a little. “have you not had sex outta choice, or has it just not happened?” he questions, a little out of the blue.

you look at him, caught off guard for a second. “just hasn't…happened i guess.” you mumble out, wondering why he had decided to ask you that.

he nods before speaking again. “are you, i dunno - like scared to do it?” he asks, and for a second you feel very much put on the spot. but then you shrug. “not really, i just don't wanna embarrass myself, y'know.” you answer honestly.

he takes in your words, contemplating something in his mind as he puts down his drink – the cogs turning in his brain very evident on his face.

“what?” you question, a small smile of amusement on your face as you become curious as to what he's thinking. he shrugs, his cheeks turning a light shade of red as his thoughts play out in his mind. he couldn't possibly offer that to you, could he?

“no seriously chris, what is it?” you ask again, chuckling slightly in confusion. “i just-” he sighs, collecting his thoughts and deciding to just say it. “i could show you, if you'd like.” he offers, his ears turning a little red at the proposition he'd just put out.

“oh.” your eyebrows raise a little. well, you hadn't expected that. his expression drops at your reaction, unsure of what you were thinking as he panics and decides to backtrack a little.

“i don't mean us have…sex.” he clarifies, pointing between the both of you. “i can just, like-” he groans, not wanting to say it outloud but eventually collecting himself. “show you, on…myself.” he mumbles out quietly.

“oh.” you mumble out again, the entire proposition intriguing you far more than it should’ve. “unless that's weird, and would make you uncomfortable.” he rambles, unable to really grasp your reaction. “it was just a suggestion, y’know. i don't-”

you cut him off. “ok.” you tell him. he stops, looking between your eyes for any hint of you lying to him right now.

“yeah?” he sighs, now beginning to feel a little vulnerable at the thought of doing that – but he shouldn't, and he pushes that aside.

you nod, wiping your sweaty palms on the blanket. “only if you're…ok with that.” you tell him, the air between you becoming slightly tense for a minute.

it's a lot of back and forth reassurance before anything actually happens, chris eventually pushing down his joggers and boxers to reveal himself to you – reminding himself that he had nothing to be nervous about. he wasn't the clueless virgin in this situation.

you swallow at the sight, his half hard dick resting on his pulled down trousers. it was new for you, but neither of you were uncomfortable in the way you thought you'd be. and he keeps it informative, taking a breath before speaking.

“ok, so you hold it…like this.” he tells you clearly, wrapping his hand around his dick. you nod, almost taking mental notes as he speaks.

“and then-” he adjusts his position a little, beginning to slowly pump his cock. “you literally just do that.” he explains, looking over at you.

you nod yet again, your eyes fixed on the movement of his hand. “that's it?” you frown a little, your eyes finally meeting him. he nods, chuckling a little. “huh.” you hum, finding it a lot less scary that you thought it would be.

he sighs, adjusting his grip again. “you can also like, twist your wrist a little more.” he explains, doing so in demonstration to show you. you nod again, your eyes fixed on the scene in front of you.

he watches the way you're looking at him, almost in awe – your eyes fixed on his dick in a way that made his balls thump. your eyes widen a little as a bead of pre cum collects at the tip – chris quickly taking notice and wiping it off with his thumb.

“what is that?” you ask curiously, knowing it definitely wasn't cum. he huffs a little, beginning to find your cluelessness somewhat endearing. “pre cum.” he tells you.

you raise your eyebrows. you knew what that was, you'd just never seen it before. “i didn't know it was…clear.” you mumble out, eyes still fixed on his hand lightly pumping his dick. 

he huffs again in amusement, now looking down at his dick – the both of you just kinda silently watching as he slowly jerked off, hardly even grasping it.

“can i…try?” you ask, your curiosity getting the better off you. his dick twitches at that, his movements coming to a stop. despite your somewhat casual tone, your whole body was hot at the thought – your face heating up.

he lets go, nodding a little as he shifts his joggers down a little more. “yeah.” his voice coming out in a breathless whisper.

you swallow, gently bringing your hand to his dick. it was warm, and the skin was a lot softer than you'd expected it to be – a stark contrast to how hard it felt when your grip tightened a little. “so do i just…?”

you trail off, slowly moving your hand up and down.

he lets out a small breath. “yeah, like that.” he breathes out, the feeling of your hand turning him on a lot more than he'd anticipated.

your eyes remain on your own hand, carefully moving as if you were scared you were gonna do something wrong or hurt him – your brows knitted together in deep concentration.

after a minute or so he shifts, your slow tortuous pace riling him up far more than he'd like to admit. he clears his throat. “you can uh, go a bit faster.” he tells you, his voice hoarse and quiet.

you nod, picking up the pace a little, causing a shallow breath to escape past chris’ lips. you continue, getting the feel of it – changing up the speed and the amount of pressure you applied. realising it was far easier than you thought.

a small whimper comes out as you squeeze around the tip a little harder, your head snapping up to chris’ face. “what did i do?” you murmur, unsure if it was good or bad.

he controls his breathing a little before answering. “the tips sensitive.” he tells you, the both of you looking down at your hand as you experimentally massage the tip. he lets out another noise, his eyes fluttering shut at the feeling.

you take note of his reaction, smiling a little as you continue doing that. his stomach tense, noises tumbling out of his mouth before he grabs your wrist to stop you – an astonished look on his face. “i dunno what the fuck you just did- but that was like-” he lets out a breath. 

you panic a little. “was it bad?” he shakes his head quickly, swallowing a little. “no, jus’ too much.” he tells you, honestly shocked that you'd managed something like that. he'd never been this pent up from a handjob before, yet alone from someone who had no idea what they were doing.

“is it…good though?” you mumble, going back to what you were doing before. “yeah.” he huffs with a small grin, diminishing all your worries about this in a second.

you keep going, avoiding what you'd done before and instead changing the tightness of your grip as you went up – practically squeezing him.

another bead of pre cum forms, his attention switching down to it. “why does that happen?” you ask curiously, your eyes widening as more pushes out. “it's cos you're like, squeezin’ it out.” he explains, collecting it on his thumb before wiping it off on the leg of his joggers.

you nod, almost subconsciously trying to do it again, and being successful at that. a small huff of amusement leaving his lips as you drag out another drop with your hand. “you can like, pull it out.” you murmur in awe, completely fascinated by the way your hand had so much control over it.

he nods, wiping it away again. “happens when it feels good as well, like an extra indicator to bein’ turned on.” he tells you, finding the informative aspect of this handjob quite amusing – beyond the surprising amount of pleasure you were giving him.

the tension between you returns as you continue working your hand over his dick – the only sound being whimpers from chris as he tried to keep himself together. “does it, feel good?” you whisper out, the point of you doing this now behind you as you just pleasured him.

“y-yeah it does.” he breathes out, nodding before he swallows. “you don't have to, uh-” a small mewl comes out as you go over his sensitive tip again. “d-don't have to keep going.” he manages to get out.

you look up at him, his head tilted back on the couch – eyes shut and his mouth parted open. this was all to show you how to do it, but he seemed to be enjoying it. and you couldn't deny the throbbing in your own pants – something you didn't often feel.

in all honesty, you didn't want to stop. in fact, you wanted more – you just had no idea how to ask for it. deciding to continue, your tongue darting out between your lips in concentration.

he opens his eyes, peering down at you with hazy eyes. “do you wanna-” he stops himself, biting down on his bottom lip – deciding against what he was going to ask you. what was he thinking? 

“what?” you question, finally meeting his gaze. he admires the comfortableness in this situation, and your willingness to keep going. thinking it maybe didn't make him a horrible person for asking – although it was more difficult to decipher that in his pent up haze.

“d-do you wanna have sex?” he says hoarsely, his eyes fixed on your face for your reaction to that – scared he shouldn't have said it. “sorry, i shouldn't-” 

you interrupt. “no, i want to.” you tell him, his eyebrows raising in surprise – chris not wasting another second before leaning across to catch your lips on his.

you've kissed people before, you weren't completely untouched – but this was nothing like any of those times. his lips moving with yours rapidly, sucking and biting at your plush lips as his hands came to hold your face – drawing you in closer. 

you shift onto your knees on the couch as he brings you closer, your hand dropping his dick as they come to grasp his wrists to ground yourself. 

“don't feel pressured-” he mumbles against your lips. “if you don’t wanna-” you shut him up by pressing your lips onto his harder, running your hand back over his dick in a way to show him you did want this.

you pull your lips off his, catching your breath. “can you touch me?” you ask, having no idea where the sudden confidence came from to ask for that.

he almost moans at the way you ask, looking so innocent despite what you were asking for. but he nods immediately, sitting up. “yeah, yeah- of course.” he breathes out, reaching to dip his hand into your pyjamas and underwear.

it takes him a second to find your clit, rubbing small circles on the bundle of nerves. “do y’ever touch yourself?” he asks through his deep breathing, a small groan leaving his lips as your hand returns to his throbbing cock.

you hold your bottom lip between your teeth, suppressing any sounds. “sometimes.” you whisper, your voice shaky. his mind fills with thoughts of you touching yourself, and it drives him wild.

he looks down at your hand pumping his dick quickly, his own finger moving at the same speed on you before he removed it – pulling down your trousers as best as he could.

you take notice of his actions, shuffling out of them as you lie back on the couch. he watches as you get undressed, scrambling to pull his own trousers off.

he looks down at your body, your exposed pussy making his dick throb – now impossibly hard. “chris.” you mumble, drawing him out of his trance. “condom.” you remind him, some thoughts beyond your nakedness returning. 

“shit.” he mutters, quickly putting his boxers back on as he goes to the bathroom, stepping quietly to not wake up either of his brothers – realising that it might not be the best idea to fuck on the couch, but you were both beyond that as he returned hastily.

he gets back on the couch, opening the packet to slip it onto his dick. you watch, your nerves starting to rise a little as you shift on the sofa to get comfortable.

“you okay?” he asks softly, his hand dropping back down to your soaking cunt – circling your clit again. you nod, and his gaze immediately flicks up to your face. “we don’t have to do this, y'know.” he reminds you gently, soothing your thigh with your other hand.

“no, i want to…just wanna take it slow though.” you tell him timidly, any confidence you had before slowly slipping away. he nods, realising he'd gotten a bit hasty – now feeling bad for rushing you.

“shit, m’sorry.” he apologises, taking a small breath to calm down. then he leans down, pressing soft kisses along your neck – mentally scolding himself for going so quickly with you.

you let out a low hum at the feeling, your fingers threading through his hair soothingly as you breathed out slowly. “m’so sorry.” he repeats, mumbling against your skin as he takes things nice and slow.

his kisses travel further down, lifting your top up to just beneath your tits to kiss down your stomach – the hand not holding himself up, rubbing gentle patterns on your thigh.

you watch him travel down, your nerves seeming to have disappeared at the new pace – watching as he worshipped your body with his lips.

“y-you don't need to do that.” you tell him softly as his face reaches between your thighs. he looks up at you, his hair now messy and strayed around his face. “you sure?” he mumbles, kissing your thighs as he abides by your request.

“yeah.” you breathe out, nodding as you speak. “jus’ finger me.” you tell him, watching as a small smirk appears on his face. he lifts his head back up, moving his hand to your cunt.

the wetness alone has his head spinning, but when he slowly pushes his finger into your tight hole – it's another story. “fuck , youre tight.” he groans, really remembering that you hadnt done this before, and that selfishly he loved that he was gonna be the only one for now.

“mmh, that feels good.” you whine, gripping his other arm that was supporting his weight. he looks down at your already fucked-out expression, your lips parted slightly – looking incredibly inviting.

he leans down to kiss you, and it's a little rough at first before he reminds himself to take it slow. the kiss morphing into a sloppy one, your tongues gently brushing over one another's lips as he continues to finger you.

you tug at his wrist, removing his hand from you and he pulls away from your lips in response. “you okay, you wan’ me to…?” he trails off, now using his hand to slowly jerk himself off.

“yeah, just go slow.” you tell him, your body tensing a little at the thought of that pushing into you. “i will, i will.” he whispers as he gets his dick fully hard, fixing the condom so it's comfortable.

then he situates himself between your legs, one arm holding himself up above you as the other positioned the tip of his cock at your entrance.

you spread your legs a little, gasping as he nudges the head in. he grunts at the feeling – pushing his hips forward ever so slowly until you wince. his attention snaps up to you in concern, stopping immediately.

“hurts a little.” you mumble out, frowning at the foreign feeling. he nods in understanding, pulling back out. then he collects some saliva on his fingers, rubbing it over your entrance to act as lube.

you don't question it, cranking your neck to look down at what he was doing – your breath catching in your throat as he pushes back in slowly. “still hurts chris.” you whine out, gripping his shoulders to stop him from going further.

“i know, just relax f’me, yeah?” he whispers, pulling back a little before kissing down your neck to relieve some of the tension in your body.

you let out soft moans as he kisses your neck, sucking at the skin which was sure to leave marks – not that you cared. his soft touches and delicate kisses seemed to ease you a little as he began gently rocking his hips – only half of his dick making it in as he did so.

“fuuuck- you feel fuckin’ good.” he grunts, already feeling close. his head drops to your shoulder as your hands grasp at his hair – the pleasure from his dick rutting into you feeling like nothing you'd ever felt before.

“you can go deeper.” you whisper, eyes fluttering shut at the sensation. he grunts in response, thrusting his hips further into you in a slow drag. lifting his head up as he watches your mouth hang open.

“does it hurt?” he asks hoarsly, hoping and wishing that wasn’t the case – considering how fucking good your cunt felt gripping around him.

you shake your head as he begins rutting his hips back and forth – one thrust hitting a spot inside you that made you moan out. chris’ hand clasping over your mouth immediately.

“you wan’ me to keep goin- like this?” he asks, eyelids dropped and pupils dilated with lust. you nod, looking up at him through your lashes, and that's all it takes for him to pick up a steady rhythm – groaning and grunting at the feeling.

your whining behind his hands, the sounds thankfully muffled as he fucks into you at a medium pace. reminding himself that he couldn't just lose it and go faster or harder. he cared about you, and he certainly didn't want this to be a bad experience for you – constantly checking to make sure it felt good.

it didn't take long for his orgasm to begin building up, your bodies pressed together as he ground his hips into you. you yourself were in complete ecstasy at the feeling – wondering how you'd gone twenty one years without doing this.

you reach down between your bodies, rubbing your clit quickly which only intensifies the pleasure in a way you couldn't comprehend. “fuck, you gon’ cum f’me?” he groans, watching as you touch yourself – his balls drawing up at the sight.

you nod, moaning against the palm of his hand as he drops his head to your neck, sucking and licking at the skin as he searches for a sweet spot. “oh fuck- i’m gonna cum.” he grunts, trying to hold it off for the sake of your pleasure – but the way you’re squeezing around him is making it near impossible.

“shiiit.” he practically whines, his breath becoming shallow as he feels his orgasm crash down – the condom filling with his cum as he continues to grind into you.

you mumble behind his hand as he grunts, moving it to the side of your head to let you speak, so lost in the bliss he could hardly think.

“please keep going.” you whimper, practically begging for him to continue so you could reach your release. he nods a little, pushing past the overstimulation and focuses on hitting the sweet spot inside you continuously.

it only takes a few minutes for you to get there, your body tensing under him as you squeeze around his now softening cock – biting hard on your lip to stay silent.

your hips rut upwards as you ride out your climax, your finger still rubbing over your clit rapidly. “holy fuck chris.” he finally pulls out, looking down at the way your face was scrunched in pleasure, coming down from your high.

he collapses down on the sofa, catching his breath as he carefully removes the full condom – tying it shut. “thank you.” you whisper, chuckling a little as the smile on your face widens.

he wipes his forehead, his expression mirroring yours. “good?” he questions. you nod eagerly, catching your breath. “we should've done that ages ago.” you mumble out, your head off in the clouds as he smiled down at you.

꒰ notes ꒱ this is basically just a tutorial on how to give a handjob lmao. thank you to @strnilolover for helping me with the plot, she’s amazing if you ever need help with your fics !!

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