MattsWrld

Chris’s jaw flexed in what he knew was misplaced anger as he fought the urge to throw the phone across the room. Instead, he wrapped his arm tighter around the bare arms of the blonde-haired girl to his right. A girl he had never met before, but had seemed to know who he was as she slid her alarmingly thin frame into the couch beside him. This’ll do, he had thought as she began intentionally or unintentionally stroking his ego; with slurred words telling him she’s watched all of his videos and gushed over the fact that she was sure he was the hottest triplet.

He wished that he could say she wasn’t his type, but the truth was, on nights like tonight, she was exactly what he looked for. Someone who fell right into his lap as he wallowed in self misery, just waiting for him to seductively whisper those three magic words. Ready to go?

But, the night was still young. And although he couldn’t think of anything he would rather do than bury his futile problems in a girl who didn’t know they existed — and even if she did, she certainly didn’t care to find out what they are — he figured it would be better to wait for his sulking mood to improve right where he was rather than to bring it home with him.

“I’m gonna go get a new drink.” He whispered into the ear of the unnamed girl, noticing as he did that she smelled sickly sweet; so sweet that his eyes watered. She shot him the lopsided smile of a drunk girl one drink away from stumbling for the toilet, and he winced internally. As he picked up his empty soda cup, he counted his losses. He may have been desperate for his night to turn around by getting in a quick fuck, but he could never stoop so low as to climbing into bed with a wasted stranger without having so much as one shot.

Sighing, he felt his frustration and self-wallowing heighten as he headed in what he assumed was the direction of the kitchen. The house was so unnecessarily vast, and even with sober blood through his veins he grew disoriented by the long hallways and vaulted ceilings. Although he knew there were at least a handful of people at the party who he knew, he was yet to stumble upon any of them in the swarms of other unrecognizable faces.

He finally came across a hallway that he knew he recognized, thanks to the staggering artwork placed on the walls that he was far too unrefined to understand, and before long he reached the obnoxiously large kitchen he had almost been convinced no longer existed. Inside of the dimly lit room, he noticed a small group of people circled around the exquisitely crafted island, around her — artfully pouring cocktails into martini glasses with one hand while simultaneously shaking a cocktail mixer with the other.

“I don’t like to brag, but I guarantee you that this will be the best espresso martini of your life.” Even with her boastful words, her voice was as smooth, creamy and delicate as the foam atop the cocktails she had just poured. Chris felt a pull towards her, and his body responded by mindlessly floating in the direction of the island. He felt an amused smile tug at the corner of his lips, though he wasn’t sure why since just moments before he had been rather enjoying the indulgence of his self-misery.

He was mute as he continued to watch her twitchy movements at her makeshift bar. Although he was sure he had never met her before, her delicate features felt indiscriminately familiar to him. He saw a friend in her soft brown eyes; shadowed by innocent fluffy eyelashes. He felt as though he had already ran his hands through her velvety honey-brown hair, and he could have sworn that he had had a memorable conversation with those pink, plump lips. He was pulled to her in the way that a lost dog is pulled in the direction of his home — blindly; uncontrollably. The negative weight that had been pulling him down all night suddenly began lifting, and once her smiley eyes settled on his freestanding self, it disappeared entirely.

“You want one?” She spoke — her words, gaze, and body focusing its attention entirely on him. Certain that he would turn to stone as though he had looked at Medusa herself, he felt an odd sense of pride in himself for managing to casually inch closer to the island; closing the space between them only slightly, but enough to make it difficult for him to breathe. “I don’t drink.” He replied, the amused smile returning as he watched her watch him. Her large doll-like eyes narrowed slightly as she seemed to take in his words. Tilting her head, her hair spilled like a waterfall over one delicate shoulder.

“You don’t drink.” She repeated, her tone not one of judgment, but rather one of suspicion. Feeling his pulse race along his neck, Chris shook his head with as much confidence as he could muster. Her gaze was intimidating, and he struggled to keep himself from trembling as she continued to take in the person before her just a moment longer. When she gave him a quick shrug and dropped her eyes back to the drinks in front of her, Chris felt a sense of relief followed by an all-consuming desperation for her gaze to fall back onto him.

He stood in place for another moment, watching her hand out the drinks and wishing so terribly for the first time in his life that he would just give in — not because he truly wanted a drink, but because suddenly there was nothing more he wanted in this world than to taste the fruit of her labour. This woman who he had never met before that somehow felt like a kindred spirit; someone who he doesn’t just want to know but has to know.

In a haze, or some type of spell, he walked to the fridge for a refill of his soda. Grabbing a Pepsi, he noticed his hands shaking in a way they never had before. He struggled to open the can in the same way he struggled to comprehend exactly how he was feeling. Burning skin, trembling hands, and racing heart had never before been symptoms of desire for him. He was Chris. He had spent most of his teenage and adult years with girls throwing themselves at him when he did nothing but lock eyes with them. This hadn’t made him arrogant, necessarily, but instead it had made him confident. Confident that he could be fulfilled without even really trying; confident that he could give little of himself to someone yet they would still be pleased. But now, after less than five minutes under the gaze of the little bartender, Chris found himself raw with nerves; willing to give up all of himself to her.

“Ahhh, it’s soda.” That soft voice was in his right ear, causing him to nearly drop his newly filled cup on the tiled floor. Fighting off the confusing urge to either bolt out of the room or crash his lips onto hers, Chris slipped back into his normal persona before turning to face her. Seeing her delicate features up close was almost too much, and to cure the sudden dryness in his yearning mouth he took a deep drink from his cup. “Nothin’ better.” He finally managed to reply, immediately cringing at the sound of exaggerated nonchalance in his tone. Thankfully, she didn’t seem to notice as her dark eyes scanned over his face slowly. “I guess you don’t smoke either then?”

Her eyes burned into his, oozing with some unspoken words that he couldn’t quite interpret. Contorting his face into a smile that he hope seemed relaxed, he took a deep breath. “I do not, no.” A look of curiosity flashed across her face then, and he felt the nerves once again rise up in his throat. At this distance, Chris noticed a small gold freckle in her left eye; twinkling in the dim light and making her beauty seem even more intimidating. “Wanna come out with me anyways?” Her question rang in Chris’s red-hot ears, words filled with confidence and intrigue that, coming from anyone else’s lips would have meant nothing, but from hers felt heavy and exciting. Unsure that he could even respond with words, Chris pulled his lips into another smile and nodded assertively.

He allowed her to lead him through the expanse of the home, certain that she was much more familiar with the layout than he. Her small frame — laden in a pair of perfectly low-waisted, perfectly baggy jeans with a baby tank that cut off just above her slim hips — slipped through the parting crowd with ease, and Chris felt a twinge of panic each time she disappeared in the sea of people; worried he would never again see her. But then he felt a small hand wrap around the silver bracelet on his wrist, and his fears were eliminated as she led him up a grand staircase.

On the second level, there were much fewer people; only couples murmuring into the other’s ears and solitary drunk people stumbling around. He noticed a set of french doors in front of them, and, sending him a staggering smile, she opened them. Chris was hit with the crisp September air, feeling his mind begin to clear instantly as he followed her out into the dark evening.

They were on a small balcony facing the backyard of the West Hollywood estate. The balcony was devoid of any life, and although he could hear the faint sounds of other party-goers in the backyard below, they were muted by the serenity that washed over him from having the opportunity to be alone with her. “Sit.” She urged, patting the bistro chair beside the one she had settled into, a thin cigarette already posed in between her lush lips. Certain that he was unable to deny her even if he wanted to, his towering frame slid into the cool metal chair as her cigarette was lit.

“So, what’s your name?” He felt his eyebrows raise in shock, realizing that introductions had still not occurred. “Right. I’m Chris.” He replied, chuckling from the absurdity of the night. “What’s yours?” He turned to her, watching as her soft face illuminated under the dim light of her cigarette. After taking a generous pull, she flicked the ash as she spoke. “Eleanor.” He repeated her name in his head over and over again; obsessing over the cadence of the vowels; the beautiful three-syllable rhythm like that of a waltz.

“It’s nice to meet you.” He replied, his voice thin as he struggled to pull his gaze from her side profile; her own eyes fixed on the infamous hills behind her. Her blinks were irregular, hazy, and since he was sure that she hadn’t seemed painfully intoxicated downstairs, he assumed that she was deep in thought of something. “Who do you know here?” She finally spoke again, sending a wave of relief down Chris’s spine at the notion that she hadn’t already forgotten his presence. “Honestly, not that many people. I just came with a few of my friends and my triplet brothers.”

At this, Eleanor turned back to face him, causing his tenacity to increase once again. “That’s why I felt like I recognized you!” He felt taken aback slightly by her sudden burst of energy, and although he knew what she was about to say he felt an unfamiliar insecurity from it; not the typical pride that he was so used to. “You’re a Sturniolo?” He felt a flush grow on his cheeks from her recognition. Sure, he was proud of his and his brother’s success on the internet, but for some reason in that moment he felt as though it made him seem shallow and materialistic. Smiling bashfully, his gaze dropped to his sneakers. “Got me.” He replied with melancholy.

“I’ve seen some clips of your videos, you guys are hilarious.” Her words seemed truthful and unexaggerated, reducing his slight embarrassment. He looked back up to her and watched longingly as her glossy lips wrapped themselves around her cigarette. Again, he was hit with the uncharacteristic urge to pick up a habit he had spent his whole adult life avoiding; not for the buzz, but for the opportunity to place his lips somewhere hers had already been.

“Chris?” His gaze was pulled from the smouldering cigarette resting in between two of her thin fingers by the sound of her concerned voice. “Sorry what?” He looked into her dark eyes, twinkling in the moonlight, as she smiled at him. “I asked if you liked what you do.” Her voice was so soft, yet it echoed through his ear canals and into his mind; where it would surely plant itself until the day he died. Clearing his throat, he nodded. “Yeah, I do.” She tilted her head, a small smile tugging at the corner of her lips.

“How about you? What do you do?” He asked, mentally face-palming himself for not asking sooner, hoping she hasn’t already labeled him as self-centred. His question, however, seemed to draw a curtain over her features; darkening them as she took another long pull from her cigarette. “I don’t know yet.” Her words were airy, spoken almost in a whisper as though they pained her to say out loud. Chris didn’t know what to say, but he fought the urge to draw her closer to him as he stayed silent.

“I graduate from UCLA in the spring, but I kinda screwed myself over when I decided to get a degree in English. What a waste.” Her tone was riddled with bitter self-loathing, followed by a sour chuckle. Chris watched, frozen, as she discarded the butt of her cigarette in the ashtray between them before immediately slipping a new one in between her lips. Her features, previously so soft and open, were now tense — her rosebud mouth turned down in a slight frown, brows pulled together in discomfort — and Chris was hit with an unfamiliar desire to take her away from the self-destructive thoughts she was experiencing.

“Well,” He thought for a moment, leaning forward and resting his hand against his cheek as he gazed at her, “Does it make you happy?” As she exhaled a murky cloud of smoke, she turned to face him, and there it was — that look. Her hardened eyes had softened again, but this time they were not filled with joy; they were filled with a passion so deep-seeded that it seemed like it pained her. She nodded, slowly, those eyes looking right into Chris’s. And it hurt. He could tell, he knew that wanting something that hard hurt. He felt so helpless under her gaze; so useless that he wanted to scream. But instead, he faked it.

Placing a tentative hand on her knee — he nearly flinched from the electricity surging through his fingertips at the feeling of her body under his touch — Chris forced himself into the persona of confidence before speaking reassuringly to the complicated girl who had unknowingly laced herself throughout his mind. “Then it wasn’t a waste.” He hoped that his words held the sincerity that he intended for them, and the softened look on her face let him know that they did.

“You are so…nice.” Chris watched as her eyes dropped to his lips, and his stomach did a flip. She was leaning towards him, closing the space between them as his body stayed frozen in shock. He was suddenly very aware of her knee shifting slightly under his hand, and felt as though that look of desire that had taken over her face would surely send him into cardiac arrest. Her hair was swaying in the soft breeze, and from just inches away Chris could smell the delicate floral of her shampoo.

Their lips hadn’t touched yet, though he could swear he could already taste her; could feel the slight urgency of her tongue as it fought for dominance against his. He could imagine the feeling of lacing his hands through her hair as he leaned back, letting her slide on top of him and straddle his throbbing lap. He could already picture the way her soft voice would whimper and moan his name; how her slight frame would tremble and writhe as she allowed him to take his time exploring her body. He could feel her tight walls wrap around him; offering him their warmth again and again. He could feel that indescribable shutter as she came apart around him, milking him until he followed closely behind her; uttering her name mindlessly.

He wanted all of these things so badly, needed them so badly. That was what he came to this party for, after all. It’s what he comes to every party for. So why, then, was he beginning to grow panicky at the thought? Why, then, did her perfect, angelic face cause him to desperately want to pull away? Why did the thought of fucking her, right here on the balcony, cause him to feel a wave of hot anger, not arousal?

Just as her intoxicating pink lips brushed against his, Chris groaned and forced himself to pull away. “I—I can’t.” He grumbled, flooded with equal parts shame and frustration. He couldn’t bare to look up into her dreamy eyes, for fear that all of his self-restraint would vanish, so he stared straight ahead into the starless sky. She stayed silent for a deeply troubling moment in which Chris had to fight the urge to flee, before finally she chuckled. “Hey, it’s alright.” Her voice was normal, devoid of any insecurity or embarrassment, which granted Chris the ability to turn back to her.

“I’m sorry—” He began, unsure of how he would explain himself, but luckily Eleanor cut him off gracefully. “Don’t feel bad, I come off a little strong sometimes I know. That’s my problem, not yours.” Chris opened his mouth, wanting desperately to tell her that no, what she had been doing was perfectly fine and it was he who had the problem. But how could he explain that he thought she was so perfect, so irretrievably beautiful that he couldn’t bear the thought of dirtying her with a one night stand? Such antiquated thoughts felt misogynistic, and they were thoughts that he was certainly not proud of, so he appeased to the dryness in his throat and stayed silent.

Pulling his hand from her knee, he coughed and tried to gracefully adjust himself in his seat as she kindly turned away. They sat in silence for a moment, a silence welcomed by Chris as he tried to calm his nervous system, as Eleanor finished her cigarette. Finally, as she thoughtlessly stamped her discarded cigarette in the ashtray, she spoke wistfully, almost without a thought. “I think I’d like to be friends with you.” Chris felt a smile creep from the depths of his soul up to his lips as he turned to admire her delicate profile once again. “I think I’d like to be friends with you, too.”

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You wanted the world to swallow you whole, you wanted to disappear.

You knew it was a semi-normal thing to happen, yet you were still embarrassed. It happened to most girls when having sex, although you never thought it would happen to you - It’s never happened to you until now.

Your legs were spread wide open, a pair of rough hands pushing the back of your knees on either side of your head - You were in heaven. “O-oh fuck Matt,'' he groaned in retaliation, his hips driving into you harder, the squelching of your essence filling the room.

Every once in a while, you noticed Matt would make a face, his hips stuttering. You didn’t know why, you figured he was just struggling not to cum quickly and paint your insides that shade of white that you both love.

You didn't think much of it, he always made faces when you two were having sex.

He was very expressive.

You were so lost in the pleasure Matt was providing you, you missed a specific sound that came from your body. When Matt suddenly stopped all movement, you were confused.

Why did he stop?

Did he cum already?

Why is he staring at you with wide eyes?

Did you accidentally call him daddy again?

All you two could do was stare at each other for a solid minute or so, before you finally spoke up.

“W-why did you stop?”

“I uh…d-did you just…”

Your brows furrow in confusion, did you what? What is he talking about?

“Did I what Matt?”

He stares at you silently, the only sound in the room being the both of you breathing harshly from the sexual escapades that had come to a halt.

“N-nothing, never mind.” He shakes his head as he tries to dismiss whatever he was talking about. You didn’t have the chance to interrogate him further, his hips resuming their actions.

However, he only got about five more pumps in before you finally heard it.

You were mortified, a soft gasp leaving your lips as you stare at him with wide eyes. He met your gaze, his eyes equally as big as his actions halted once more.

“Did you just far-No!” You quickly cut him off, your cheeks hot and your heart beating fast.

“It’s ok if you did…I mean, it doesn’t smell - Plus, I know you had dairy, and you’re lactose intolerant, so it makes sense.”

You could not believe the words coming out of his mouth, you couldn’t believe this is happening to you out of all people.

“Matt, I didn’t -'' you wave your hands around, hoping he would get the gist of what you were saying.

You didn’t know why you hated the word fart, maybe it was because your parents raised you to say ‘passed gas’, and the word fart was too cringy for you.

“You didn’t? Then what the hell was that?”

“I-I think I queefed I-I don’t know!" Matt could tell you were flustered, your tone becoming defensive. “Ok, ok! Just calm down!” He lowers your legs and rubs at your thighs for comfort, attempting to calm you down as he remains inside you.

After a few minutes of silence, he speaks up. “D-did you want me to keep going or…?” He trails off, unsure of what you want.

To be honest, the mood for both of you was somewhat ruined. He wouldn't be shocked if you told him to stop. Hell, he was sure you probably would hold off on having sex for a while after this as well.

Much to his surprise, you nodded.

“Y-yeah, yeah you can keep going.” You try to push the awkward tension away, hoping, praying, begging that you wouldn’t queef again.

He nods and begins to thrust softly once more. You were tense, anxious your body would do it again, but it didn’t. You allow yourself to relax, to feel the pleasure once more.

Matt sees this and picks up the pace, drawing out soft moans and mewls from you. Despite your orgasm dwindling from the first two times he had stopped his ministrations, it was quickly rebuilding itself.

Matt could tell, and he was determined to push you over the edge.

He grabs your leg and throws it over his shoulder, planting his hands on both sides of your head as he drives his cock deeper into your aching cunt. The sexual energy in the room was potent, the previous moment long forgotten as you both explored each other's bodies.

"Oh fuck m'close. Come on ba-"

It happened....Again.

“Ok ok stop!” You basically yell out. He stumbles back as you push him, his cock slipping out of you with a small pop, followed by even more air being released.

It sounded like a deflating balloon, almost like Donald Duck was in the room himself.

You were on the verge of tears, this was too embarrassing. It didn't help that Matt was smirking, biting his lip as he held back laughter.

"D-don't you dare say anything!" Matt raises his hands in surrender, backing up even more and moving to the other side of the room. You sigh and sit up slowly, hoping you wouldn't release anymore more air from your vaginal canal.

It didn't work.

You could feel the air passing through your folds, creating that wet farting noise - thanks to the bodily fluids you secreted- and making your folds ripple softly.

A soft snicker is heard, making your head dart to Matt. "Shut up! Don't laugh, it's not funny!" You shout as you throw a pillow at him. He cackles loudly, dodging the pillow at the same time.

"I'm sorry but it's funny! She's speaking to me!"

You couldn't help but roll your eyes, "Mmcht, you're such a fucking boy." You mumble. You want to stand up and rush to the bathroom, but you didn't know if you could handle Matt's laughter at your excessive queefing.

"Get out."

"What? Baby come on, I'm sorry for laughing!"

"No, you're not. Now shut up and get out so I can go to the bathroom!" He holds back another round of laughter and slips on his boxers and sweatpants, quickly leaving the room and leaving you alone.

You waddle awkwardly to the bathroom, cringing every time another gush of air escapes you. As you stand in the bathroom, you quickly search up "How to get rid of queefs."

All you could find were multiple sources telling you there wasn't a way.

"Absolutely not, fuck this."

You try another search, " How to get rid of air down there."

Thankfully, you found an answer.

"Squatting down, especially while peeing, can help trapped air escape."

"This is great, but how the hell do you squat over a toilet without getting pee everywhere?" You mumble to yourself. You won't even deny it, your eyes dart over to the tub but you quickly dismiss that thought.

No way were you going to pop a squat and pee in your boyfriend's tub. You wouldn't hear the end of it.

You end up sitting backward on the toilet, your chest facing the lid as you do your best to squat.

Sure enough, you could feel the excess air release, echoing in the bathroom.

You finish up quickly, making sure to wipe and wash your hands before exiting the bathroom. As you walk out of the bathroom, you see Matt back in the room, sitting on his bed.

"Did you get that.... situated?" You roll your eyes and throw on your pajamas, laying back down on the bed. "You shut your damn mouth...And yes." He snickers softly and begins to situate himself between your legs, just as he always does.

The both of you sit in silence before he looks down at your clothed mound.

"So since you can speak, how do you fee-OW!" He winces as your hand comes down on the back of his head. He watches as you climb off the bed.

"Wait, where are you going?!"

"To Nick's room! At least he won't try to talk to my vagina as if it could talk back!"

He watches as you walk out the room, slamming the door in the process. He lays back down and chuckles to himself,

"I'm definitely changing her name in my phone to queef queen...maybe donald duck."

"i don't think we should keep going..." you call out nervously, the cool autumn breeze blowing your hair in the wind as you and the triplets cautiously walk through the dark wooded area.

nick rolls his eyes, chuckling under his breath before turning around to look at you, his phone's flashlight casting a white light on the crunchy leaves beneath your feet, "oh come on y/n, don't be a pussy."

you huff, desperately wanting to go back to the house as you cross your arms over your chest, "i'm not being a pussy, i'm cold, and it's like eleven p.m."

matt chuckles, shrugging next to you, "we're almost there, too late to turn back," he says nonchalantly, walking in nick's direction as you and chris follow behind them.

"hey, 's okay. don't be scared, 'm right here," chris says softly as he places a cold hand on your shoulder, continuing to walk with you. "we're almost there, nothing's gonna happen."

you sigh, shaking your head as the four of you walk—the only audible sound are the leaves crunching with each step you guys take along with chris' gentle voice and matt and nick's chatter from in front of you, "you guys know i hate this shit..."

chris nods understandably, opening his mouth to speak but nick gasps loudly, making you shriek. "there it is, look!" he says excitedly, pointing at a huge abandoned—apparently haunted house—that stands eerily in front of you.

a lump in your throat forms and you immediately grow uneasy, fear written all over your face as you stare up at the creepy looking house.

"finally!" matt exclaims, turning back to look at you and chris as nick approaches the house with excitement, "c'mon!"

chris sighs, nodding at matt and continuing to follow his brothers as he looks back at you, "c'mon, baby."

you shake your head, not budging from where you're standing, "fuck, no, that looks scary as shit. i'll wait here."

chris shakes his head, walking towards you and gently interlocking your cold fingers with his, a soft expression on his face, "listen, 'm right here, okay? we won't stay long."

you whine, throwing your head back in frustration as chris pulls you to follow nick and matt towards the deconstructed porch of the house, "chriisss," you drag out with a groan.

chris huffs, "c'mon, 's gonna be okay, i promise," he says reassuringly.

nick and matt turn to face you once you're all stood at the front door of the house, "y/n, we're okay. nothing is going to happen, we're just getting into the spirit," matt says.

nick nods in agreement, "yep, we're all okay. we're not gonna stay long."

you sigh, shaking your head as you stare at your feet, "m'kay..." you mutter.

the three of you cautiously step into the house when nick pushes the door open with a loud creak. the only source of light comes from the triplets' flashlights from their phones, pointing them in various directions around the chilling foyer.

you look around with nervousness and fear in your eyes, keeping your arms tightly crossed over your chest, "i don't like this..."

nick and matt are too focused on staring at the creepy old furniture left in the foyer, chatting about it while chris turns to you with a reassuring smile, "you're okay, mama, i got you, 'm right here," he reaches out to gently uncross your arms, taking your hand in his.

he raises your hand to his lips, pressing a sweet kiss to the back of your hand, "i promise."

you smile weakly, nodding at his reassurance as your heart warms up.

after the four of you explore throughout the first floor of the house—your heart pounding out of your chest while chris whispers reassurances to you, never letting your hand go—you all head up the creaky stairs to the second floor.

when a small bang fills your ears you shriek loudly, shaking your head and immediately turning to run back downstairs, "no! i'm done!" you yelp with fear, nick grabbing your wrist, "y/n, it's fine! there's no one here!"

you shake your head, frightful tears filling your eyes as you look up at him, "n-no, i can't."

nick sighs at your tears and chris immediately scurries over to you, taking your hands in his while nick and matt head over to the next room.

you breathe in a shaky exhale, warm tears rolling down your cheeks as you look up at chris.

"hey...hey, don't cry, please, baby. 's almost over, yeah? 'm right here, not gonna let anything happen to you," he says, his gaze focused only on your glossy eyes.

you sniffle, shaking your head, "chris i wanna go home," you cry quietly.

he gives your hands a squeeze, sighing before speaking again, "i know, i know, just a few more minutes, and we're out, kay? 'm sorry, mama, you know if i could drive we would be out of here by now."

you nod understandingly and chris speaks softly again, "c'mere," he pulls you in for a hug, wrapping his arms tightly around your waist and pressing his chin against your hair. your arms instinctively wrap around his neck, cheek pressed against his hoodie.

chris presses a small kiss to your head before speaking quietly, "'s all okay, baby, 'm right here. 's almost over...i promise."

the four of you are finally back at the house for what felt like an eternity. nick and matt have decided on watching a scary movie with snacks in the living room—you of course being too scared, immediately went down to chris' room while he followed you.

the two of you are pressed against each other in a warm embrace, arms wrapped around each other underneath chris' comforter as his fingers draw small circles on your back.

"your scream was kinda cute...not gonna lie," he chuckles quietly making you scoff and roll your eyes, "shut up," you mutter jokingly.

chris lifts his chin from your head, looking down at you, "want me to help you relax?" he asks and you notice the tiny glint of suggestiveness in his eyes.

you widen your eyes slightly and giggle, "how?"

chris smirks, his hand on your back moving lower, "can make you forget allll about that haunted house if you let me."

you smirk, a slight hint of seductiveness growing in your expression, "okay, go ahead."

chris smirks back at you, gently laying you on your back and hovering over you before he presses his lips against yours with no hesitation. your hands find the back of his neck as his cup your face. the kiss is slow and passionate, but it slowly grows into something more suggestive and hungry.

chris moves his lips down to press soft kisses against your jaw, his touch sending vibrations of electricity and lust throughout your body as your eyes flutter shut.

"gonna help you relax real nice, baby, just let me do all the work," he mumbles against your neck and you nod with a hum in response.

chris continues to press small kisses down your body, discarding your top and pants in the process. his lips move down to your inner thighs and by now your body is overcome with desire for him.

chris runs his fingers along the waistline of your panties, his other hand pressing down on your hip to keep you in place.

"please..." you whimper, not able to take his teasing much longer.

chris smirks against your sensitive skin, muttering, "shhh...just relax for me mama, remember?"

you nod with a hum, breath hitching when he runs his index finger against your damp panties, humming in amusement, "so perfect...so wet..." he mumbles before pulling them off your hips and tossing them off his bed.

chris wastes no time in running his tongue through your folds and you gasp quietly at the sensation, your eyes fluttering closed as your head falls back against his pillows.

he continues his actions by licking quick circles on your sore nub, his fingers moving from your thigh to your wet pussy, inserting two inside and you moan quietly.

chris hums against your heat, the vibration sending more pleasure throughout you as he quickens his actions with both his tongue and his fingers, "shhh...relax for me baby, let me make you feel good," he mumbles.

you whimper in response, already getting closer to the edge and chris senses this through your whines getting more high pitched.

when you're right at the edge, chris picks his head up and removes his fingers, smirking down at you as he licks your juices off of them and chuckles at the frown on your face, "want you to cum on this cock," he says as he unbuttons his jeans.

once chris is fully exposed on top of you, he places his hands on either side of your head against his mattress, positioning himself between your legs.

he slides his shaft up and down your sopping folds, staring at you whimpering beneath him with a smirk, "don't worry, not gonna make this time," he chuckles and you smile softly with a nod.

he slowly slides into you, earning a gasp from your mouth as your head falls back again. chris hums in pleasure, his eyes closing before he speaks, "fuck...your pussy feels s'good around me...every time...do it to me every time," he grunts, picking up a slow and gentle, but fast pace.

you moan quietly, eyes rolling back as chris fucks you. your nails dig into his shoulders as he bites his lip in pleasure, your contorted face only making it even better for him.

"mmm...keep makin' those sounds for me...wanna see how good i help you relax—how good i make you feel," he says in between deep breaths, his pelvis hitting your skin with each thrust.

"m-mmm...s-so good," you whine with a slightly loud moan, your eyes pinched shut as his hands dig into your hips.

chris chuckles out a grunt, smiling down at you, "atta girl, look at you," he purrs as your hands move to tangle in the back of his neck, panting breathlessly.

"that's it, jus' feel it baby, feels good, yeah?" he grunts softly, watching your face twist with pleasure as you continue to moan,

"f-fuck...yes, chris...feels...feels so good," you let out in between pathetic whimpers, his actions driving you closer to the edge.

chris hums, sucking in a sharp inhale before speaking between heavy breathes, "mmm, i know, mama, feeling so good, right? feeling relaxed?"

you nod, hissing as you feel the knot in your stomach forming and you grip the back of chris' hair tightly, "g-gonna...mmm...so close," you whisper out in a mewl.

"g'head, pretty girl, make a mess, you deserve it," he says.

the knot in your stomach snaps as your legs quiver, eyes rolled all the way back in your head as your jaw falls open when you cum all over chris' dick. you mewl in the process, profanities and lewd yelps of his name leaving your lips.

chris hisses as he watches you cum beneath him, feeling his own orgasm approaching rapidly as his thrusts grow sloppier, "fuck, gonna cum...gonna fill up this pretty pussy so good, gonna let me do that, baby?"

you pant breathlessly, coming down from your high as you nod, "y-yes...please..."

chris curses under his breath before giving you one last thrust, his dick twitching inside you as he paints your walls wight. he bites his lip while his eyes roll back, lips agape.

he pulls out of you, leaning back breathlessly for a few seconds before looking down at your cunt leaking with his cum, hissing in delight, "such a pretty pussy, my girl's got," he purrs.

he then stands off the bed and ruffles your hair, "you feel better now?" he chuckles softly while looking at your disheveled state. you giggle dryly, nodding as you continue to try and catch your breath, "mhm...so much better."

chris nods, "good. gonna clean you up, yeah?" he asks with a soft smile and you nod.

chris disappears into his bathroom after pulling on his boxers. you hear him running the sink as you stare at the ceiling, your breath finally catching up to you.

he returns with a damp wash cloth, nodding at you as he approaches you on his bed, "spread your legs, baby," he mumbles and you oblige.

he gently presses the cloth against your sore hole, cautiously cleaning the remnants from it. once he's done, he tosses the cloth into his hamper before heading over to his dresser.

he opens the drawer full of your clothes that you have previously left at his house, grabbing you a clean pair of panties. he then heads to his closet, pulling out one of his hoodies and sweatpants.

"gonna get you dressed," he says and you nod with a soft, "thank you."

he softly pulls the panties up your body, "lift up, for me," he says and you do as he says. he then continues to dress you in his hoodie and sweats before smiling down at you—the sight of you in his clothes turning him on again.

he plops down next to you on his bed, watching as you roll on your side to face him with a small smile.

"thank you chris, i love you," you say softly and he grins at your words, "i love you so much, ma," he replies, pulling the covers over your bodies.

𝗮𝘂𝘁𝗵𝗼𝗿'𝘀 𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗲: wanted to do smt fall/halloween themed bc i love reading everyone's kinktober stuff hehe but i hope everyone loved this! i'm gonna do something fall/halloween themed for matt too!

thank you for reading!! <3

love and cigs, merc

Matt had messaged you nearly an hour ago, and despite both being adamant on 'just talking', somehow you ended up in the more than compromising position you currently found yourself in.

You were half pressed against the door, half against the seat, joggers somewhere in the footwell of Matts car, bare chested and moaning his name over and over again as he fucked your warm, wet pussy.

Matt was a whimpering mess, thrusting into you desperately, lips locked on yours as he moaned into your mouth, chasing any ounce of friction he could as you clenched around him. He was clinging onto you for dear life, as if he was afraid you'd slip away if he let go.

"i've missed you so fuckin' much" Matt groaned, bucking his hips into yours, one hand on your face and the other on the steamed up window behind you

You moaned in response, unable to form a thought after your multiple orgasms and the sensation of Matts length stretching you out with a blissful sting.

"can't go a day without thinkin' about you, all the time, s'always just you, m'only ever thinkin' about you" Matt rambled into your mouth, kissing you between words.

you whimpered, "I've missed you too" You kissed him back, reeling in the taste of him on your tongue after all this time. He always tasted so sweet, like soda and gum.

Matt groaned at your words, fucking you harder, relishing in the fact that you missed him and unable to hold back. Your words alone could make him cum, but he didnt want this to be over yet.

He pulled out of you, shifting you up the leather seat and getting to his knees in the footwell in one swift motion. Your legs were hooked over his shoulders, and within seconds his mouth was attached to you throbbing pussy.

Your head flung back at the sensation, unable to stop the guttural moan that left your throat as he sucked on your puffy clit. Your hands came to his hair instantly, pushing him deeper into you as he groaned, his noises vibrating over your core.

Matt was devouring you, chasing the sweetness of your pussy that he'd missed so much as he absentmindedly bucked his hips into nothing, getting off on the sounds you made and the way you tasted on his tongue.

"fuck, Matt, don't stop, please" you moaned, you were already shaking, the quick change in stimulation making your head spin.

Matt didn't stop, he kept his pace, massaging the flesh of your thighs with his big hands as he sucked and lapped at your pussy, his moans sending vibrations through your whole body as yours filled the car.

He was like a man starved, sucking, lapping and kissing at your pussy like it was his last meal. his mouth was warm over your clit, his wet tongue periodically dipping into your dripping hole as he continued his meal.

Your whole body was shaking, and your pussy clenched around nothing as your stomach tensed over and over again, making your hips buck into Matts face. He buried himself deeper, near enough hunting your orgasm as he urged it to come out.

With a breathless moan of his name, you came all over Matts face, his movements not faltering until you were nearly vibrating with how much you were shaking. He loved it, watching you lose yourself on his face as he brought you to mind boggling orgasm over and over again.

Once your muscles had relaxed, he rose up your body, taking your face in his hand once more and pulling your lips to his as he thrust his throbbing cock back into your spent pussy. He moaned into your mouth as he bottomed out, you biting down on his lip at the slight overstimulation as he began to fuck you once again.

The taste of yourself on his tongue was euphoric, and the feeling of him thrusting into you, his hands on every inch of your skin and his moans filling your mouth was more than overwhelming.

Matt was completely lost in it, moaning your name over and over again as he chased his own high, fucking you with desperate movements.

"let me cum inside you, baby, please, let me make you mine again" Matt whimpered into your mouth.

"please, Matt, please" you cried out, tears pricking at your eyes as he pounded into you.

"say it, baby, lemme hear you say it" Matt said, pausing his attack on your puffy lips and pulling away slightly to look into your eyes.

"make me yours again, Matt, please" you said, eyes pouring into his as his thumb nearly pressed bruises into your cheek.

Matt crashed his lips against yours once more, pressing his warm tongue to yours with a moan, "I love you so much" Matt said, just before letting out a final stuttering moan into your mouth as he released strings of warm cum into the depths of your pussy.

He stuttered above you, bottoming out completely, pressing his hips tight against yours as he fucked the last strings of cum into your already soaked walls. He detached his lips from yours, resting his forehead against yours as he caught his breath.

Your hand came to his face, stroking away the beads of sweat that had formed on his temple.

"Matt?" you said softly.

He hummed in response, still breathless.

"I love you too" you said, pushing his head off yours slightly to try and catch his eyeline.

Matts eyes fluttered open, them moving between yours as he processed the words that had just left your mouth.

"say it again" he muttered, making a triangle with his sights between your eyes and lips.

you chuckled, "I lov-" your sentence was cut off by Matt attaching his lips to yours once more, this time, so soft it could make you cry. His lips slotted into yours perfectly as he closed his eyes gently.

You kissed him back, pulling him deeper into you with a hand on his face.

Warnings: MDNI/ smut/ chrisxfem!reader/ bf!chris/ unprotected p n v (use a fucking rubber)/ oral (fem receiving)/ touchy! chris x needy! reader/ competitive! chris/ use of "you"/couldn't tell ya how many words

A/N: Time for a Chris fanfic! I am still new to writing, so bear with me. The song loosely relates to the fic. Interactions are appreciated! Pls don't steal my shit. Thx!💋

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"Keep your filthy fucking paws off of me," Nick says pushing his brother, Chris, away from him. Chris had wrapped his arm around Nick's shoulders as the two of them spoke.

Your boyfriend Chris is probably the most physically affectionate person that you know. He is always eager to touch those he cares about the most. Whenever it comes to you, Chris loses all self-control. He needs to be touching you in some way at all times; like he'll go insane without the feeling of your body against his in some way, shape, or form.

"You have got to be the touchiest motherfucker that I know, seriously," Nick continues, dusting the remanence of Chris' hands off of his shoulders.

"Shut up," Chris chuckles, pushing Nick backwards.

Nick looks up shocked. His eyes move back and forth from yours and Matt's, Nick and Chris' other brother. You and Matt begin to laugh uncontrollably.

"Please tell me you two fucking see this. I mean this is absurd! Even when I ask him not to touch me, he touches me. It's crazy!" Nick states completely dumbfounded.

Chris is laughing along with you and Matt. He begins to walk towards Matt, reaching out to grab his arm as he loses control of his body.

"Don't bring that shit over here," Matt says out of breath, wiping the tears from his eyes, failing to reel himself in.

Chris looks at you through squinted eyes. You simply open your arms as he walks towards you. He knew that you wouldn't turn down his touch. Chris stands in front of you, wrapping his arms around your waist and resting his head in the crook of your neck, laughing profusely into your skin.

"Can we please talk about this?!" Nick begins, still completely shocked. "I have never seen anything like this. Like he actually needs to be studied. He has always been "touchy feely", but ever since he got a girlfriend, it has multiplied by a gabillion." The room is still filled with the laughter of Chris and Matt, yours no longer producing noise.

"I mean seriously, I feel so bad for you. I can guarantee that you never get a fucking second to just breathe!" Nick exclaims.

You somehow manage to catch your breath and gain composure.

"It doesn't bother me. I've gotten used to it," you reply, rubbing your hand up and down Chris' back, attempting to calm him down.

Nick releases a scoff, letting you know that he doesn't believe you.

"Anyways, back to what I was saying," Nick begins shaking his head. He's looking at you, the only one stable enough to understand him. "Me and Matt are going to the store; do you want us to get you guys anything; besides some fucking giggle juice?"

"No, I think that's all we need," you reply, letting out a small laugh. Your whole body is now shaking at the intensity of Chris' reaction to Nick's last statement.

"Alright, we will be back in a few hours," Nick says, practically dragging Matt out of the door, him and Chris continuing to crack up.

The door shuts and Chris is eventually able to control himself. He pulls his head out of your neck and looks in your eyes, a huge grin spread across his face.

"Let's go to my room and find something to do until they get back," Chris says, his fingers running up and down your sides. You meet his lips with a short peck.

"I've got something in mind," you say smirking at him.

The two of you walk to Chris' room, holding hands of course. You have been trying to convince Chris to watch all of your favorite movies and now is the perfect time to start. Chris turns on the movie, "Five Feet Apart," and the two of you lay in his bed. As the film goes on, you can't help but think about what Nick was saying earlier. You are now very observant of how often Chris asks for a kiss or squeezes you tighter. When he gets up out of bed to grab a drink, you begin to laugh out loud at your own thoughts. Chris comes back into the room as you're laughing uncontrollably, trying to think of any moment he has spent any amount of time without physical contact.

"What the fuck is so funny?" Chris asks, taking a sip of his Pepsi as he stands in his doorway.

You swing your legs over the side of the bed to face your boyfriend.

"I was just thinking about what Nick was saying. I genuinely cannot think of a time that you went 5 minutes without touching me," you say.

Chris smirks and shakes his head. He begins to walk closer to you.

"Do you really think that I touch you a lot?" he asks, taking another drink.

"What do you mean think? You can't keep your hands off of me," you let out a small laugh.

"Yes, I can," Chris states in a cocky manner. "You touch me just as much as I touch you." He sits his drink down and gives you a smug look, stepping closer to you.

"Fine then. Let's make a deal. Until Nick and Matt get back, we have to keep our hands to ourselves. You can't touch me, and I won't touch you," you flick your brow up as you propose the idea to Chris.

"And why would I do that?" he says, laughing at your playfulness.

“To prove a point.”

Chris looks around the room for a second, thinking about what you said.

“How about we make this a little bit harder, since Nick and Matt aren't here,” he says, an arrogant look on his face. Chris bends down to whisper in your ear. “How about I do some things that make it harder for both of us to keep our hands off of each other.”

He then places an open-mouthed kiss to the spot right behind your ear. He tugs lightly on the bottom of your earlobe before pulling away. The combination of his warm breath, wet kiss, and teeth pulling on your skin, sends a feeling of arousal throughout your body. Chris looks at you with a shit-eating grin on his face, clearly able to see what he's doing to you.

"And why would I that?" you say, mocking him. Chris' eyes trail up and down your body, not missing a single curve.

"If I win, I get to touch you anywhere I want, wherever I want, anytime I want for a week, and you don't get to say shit to me about it." Chris runs his tongue across his bottom lip as he finishes his sentence. Just the thought of having any part of you at his fingertips whenever he pleased made him grow hard.

"And if I win," you start, noticing the tent forming at the crotch of his pants, " I get to wear as little as I want, whenever I want, and you can look all you want, but you can't touch, for a week." You smile up at Chris, seeing him picture you in the smallest article of clothing in his head.

"I think you've got yourself a deal," Chris says, moving even closer to you.

You lift off of the bed slightly, sliding your hands underneath of your ass, pressing them into the bed. Chris places his hands on the bed, one on either side of your hips. Your lips connect almost immediately, the two of you aching to touch now that you can't. The kiss is deep and passionate, the both of you long for more. You remove your hands from underneath you, pulling off the shirt and pants you're wearing. Chris' lips leave yours and meet your collarbone without hesitation. His hungry kisses across your skin deepen your desire for him to touch you. Chris has seen you in a bra and underwear plenty of times. Removing your clothes doesn't seem to faze him much.

"This is too easy," you say, a smile spreading across your face. Your hands reach behind your back and unbuckle your bra. You drop it on the floor, scoot away from Chris, and lay down on the bed.

Chris stands up completely. His eyes roam over your entire body, lingering on your breasts. Lacking a good poker face, Chris' expression confirmed that you just made things 10 times harder for him, in multiple different ways. He tugs at his bottom lip as he soaks in the amount of skin you have exposed.

"That's not fair," he laughs, his eyes touching every part of your figure that his hands should be feeling.

Chris removes all of his clothes, only leaving his boxers. Your eyes trail over his body. Your eyes widen when you see the bulge in his underwear. A small chuckle escapes Chris' lips at your face. His eyes never leave yours as he removes his underwear seductively, his entire body now on display.

"Now we're even," he says. Chris moves across the room and climbs on top of you, careful to keep both of his hands on the bed.

The air chills your uncovered body. Chris' lips only momentarily heating the areas that they touch. It isn't enough. You need his hands on you. Messy kisses are placed all around your frame as he travels down you. After reaching the waist band of your underwear, Chris moves directly to your inner thighs, devouring them. Your hips begin to buck upwards, wanting his mouth on the place covered by soaked fabric.

"Take them off," Chris says placing a single gentle peck to the front of your underwear.

You shake your head while biting your lip. You earnestly wanted his hands on you and refused to help him out any longer.

"You do it," you said, your heart racing.

"I'm not losing this bet," he responds placing a gentle kiss to either side of your pelvic bone. Suddenly, his tongue slides under the left side wing of your underwear. He pinches the material between his teeth and slides one side of your underwear down to your thigh. He slowly moves to the right side of your body and performs the same motion. His intention is to draw this process out as long as he can, hoping you'll cave. Tongue, bite, pull, switch. Tongue, bite, pull, switch. As soon as one side reaches your ankle, you begin to shake them off yourself, flinging them into the floor.

"Someone's impatient," Chris smiles. He knows you won't last much longer.

His head dives between your legs, his tongue licking up the need that is dripping from you. You let out a whimper, gripping onto the bed sheets, miserably trying to keep your hands busy. Chris' tongue splits you in half as his nose applies pressure to your clit. He begins to speed up his motion, his tongue now forming small circles around your most sensitive area. Your legs begin to squeeze inward, Chris' head between them acting as a magnet. You can't help but squirm, the intense feeling of pleasure taking over your body. All of your movement is making it difficult for Chris. He is unable hold your legs down, forcing them to stay put.

"If you don't stop moving, I'm going to have to stop," he says, momentarily pulling his lips off of you.

Your moans get louder as Chris proceeds to eat you out. Your legs begin to shake as you attempt to keep from moving, not wanting him to quit. His tongue slips inside of your opening. Your back arches off of the bed. He begins to eat you as sloppily as he can, wanting more than just his tongue to be inside of you. Your toes start to curl. He begins to shake his head back and forth, his tongue flicking in all directions, only stopping to suck on your ball of nerves. You cling onto the sheets for dear life. You're starting to get close. Don't do it. Your hands lose their hold on the bedsheets and find themselves in Chris' hair as you practically levitate off of the bed.

"Oh fuck!" you scream, on the edge of release.

Chris pulls away from you. You did touch him after all. Suddenly his eyes meet yours from in between your legs. His thumb brushes over his lips, gathering all of your remnants before sucking them off of his skin.

"I win," he says with a cocky smirk.

In a swift motion, Chris grabs your leg and throws it over his shoulder, plunging himself inside of you, burying his dick as deep in your walls as possible. As he thrusts in and out of you frantically, his hands touch every part of your body, making up for lost time. The two of you moan loudly at the feeling of him touching you inside and out. It doesn't take long before your stomach clenches and you reach your orgasm, Chris' warm cum coating your insides at the same time. As the two of you ride out your high, your hands continue to feel every part of each other. Chris slumps on top of you, wrapping his arms around you, and burying his face in your chest. Your arms embrace him, pulling him closer. After a few moments of relishing the feeling of you both on top of one another, Chris leaves your body to grab a towel and pull on his clothes. As he cleans you up, he makes sure to touch you in every way he can. He throws the towel on the floor and grabs your clothes, insisting on dressing you as well. He starts with your underwear and pants, wanting to see you topless as long as possible. Before putting your bra back on, he takes your breasts in both of his hands and squeezes, kissing you tenderly.

"You better get used to that," he says, pulling away from your mouth and sliding your bra on. "I've got a whole 7 days to do that whenever I want."