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đˇđđđđđđ: dealer!chris x fem!reader
đŞđđđđđđ đžđđđđđđđ: unplanned smut, grinding, sub chris dom reader relations (surprisingly), mentions of smoking, cannabis, orgasm denial (kinda I guess), kissing, not proofread. Minors dni. I am not responsible for the media you consume.
đžđđđ đđđđđ: 1k
đşđđđđđđ: you stop by the house of a fellow dealer, looking for more than just the goods.
đ¨đ: ik y'all wanted this one đŤ°but it's short so this is all ur getting HOE
The cold air of the city pierced your pale skin.
Winter, ladies, am I right?
You stepped off the curb, your sneakers crunching against the fallen leaves of a tree.
Chrisâs house sat at the end of a side street, a weather quiet neighbourhood despite the cacophony of the city.
You didnât knock.
You never did.
The front door creaked open to a cloud of sweet, musky smoke that blurred the edges of his apartment.
Chris lounged on a leather couch, his lean, but muscular body sprawled out across the dark chocolate coloured cushions.
A half-burnt joint rested between two fingers, a thin ribbon of gray smoke curling toward the ceiling.
His red, gone eyes, tracked you from the doorway.
"You're late," he smirked, his voice rasped, like he just woke up from the best nap of his life.
"I decided that you could handle the wait," you replied.
You leaned against the doorframe, crossing one leg over the other.
You wore simple sweatpants and a hoodie, not trying hard to look good at all. But taking your hoodie off to reveal a low cut tank top, really did it.
Your chain rested against your collarbones, cascading against the dim of the light.
Chris let out a slow exhale, the smoke escaping his lips in a ghostly manner.
He didn't move, but his gaze dropped, lingering on the exposure of your shaped chest.
"I got the stuff." He murmurs, cutting through the silence as he looks down at his lap. "Top shelf." he said.
"Is that all you got?"
He shifted, the leather squeaking against his jeans. A small, lazy smile tugged at the corner of his mouth.
"Depends on what you're looking for."
You walked toward him, the footsteps echoing in the loudly silent room.
You stopped just inches from his knees, the scent of his cologne filling your lungs. You reached down, not for the bag of weed on the coffee table, but for the collar of his oversized t-shirt.
You gripped the fabric and yanked him upward.
Chris didn't bother resisting.
He let your strength guide him, his body trembling with need and excitement. He looked up at you, his expression a mixture of haze and hunger.
"You look like you're in a mood," he whispered.
"I am in a mood," you confirmed. "And you're in my way."
"I am?"
"You are. You're lounging around while I'm here. It's disrespectful." You say with faux annoyance.
Chris chuckled, a low vibration that you felt run up your body. He leaned back into the sofa, inviting the challenge.
"Then fix it."
You smirked. You let go of his shirt and stepped over him, straddling his lap.
You felt the heat radiating off his skin, the sudden tension in his thighs as he braced himself beneath you.
"You're so relaxed,"
you breathe. "It's boring."
"I'm not boring," he breathed. His hands slid up your thighs to your waist.
"Did I say you could touch me?"
He swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing as he removed his hands from your body.
"No." He whispered.
"Good."
You leaned down, pressing your lips to his with a softness, despite yourself.
He kissed you back, his hands curling against his thighs as he itched to touch you.
You could hear his heart hammering against his ribs, a frantic rhythm that battled with his lazy gaze.
"I want the weed, Chris." you murmur.
"But I want you to show me how much you missed me."
"I missed you every second,"
he groaned.
"Words are bland. I want more effort."
You shifted your weight, grinding slowly against him, feeling his hips twitch against yours, his cock painfully and obviously hard.
A choked noise escaped his throat, a mixture of a moan and a plea.
He closed his eyes, his head lolling back against the sofa cushions, exposing the long line of his throat.
"Please," he whispered.
"Please what?"
"Please... Touch me." He whines, bucking up into you with greed
You clicked your tongue against your teeth in disappointment, your hips stilling against his.
His hand flew to your waist as he tried to move you, but you instantly pulled them off of you, lightly tapping one of them to remind him who's in charge.
"no touching."
"sorry" he apologized.
You slid your hand down his chest, feeling the hard planes of his muscle beneath the fabric of his shirt.
You traced the line of his abs, your nails grazing the skin just enough to leave a very faint red trail.
"You're so easy," you whispered.
"I'm only easy for you," he replied, his voice strained.
You smirked and stood up, leaving him cold and wanting.
You walked over to the coffee table and picked up the small plastic bag of green. You held it up, letting the light catch the crushed leaves.
"Beautiful," you murmured.
"Almost as beautiful as the look on your face right now."
Chris stared at you, his pupils blown wide, his breathing ragged.
"Are you leaving?" he asked, his voice small.
You tossed a handful of crumpled bills onto the table, more than the weed was worth.
"Keep the change," you said with a low smile.
As you walked to the door, you paused, looking back at him.
Chris was watching you, deciphering whether he should chase after you, or let you be.
"See you next week, Chris." You say, grabbing your hoodie before opening the door.
Chris sat there, watching the closed door for a solid minute before standing up and walking to his room.
You leaned back against your car door, lighting the joint you'd swiped from his table, and looked back at his house.
Slowly, you opened your car door and sat in the driver's seat, the smoke curling towards the car roof as you exhale.
You start your car with a sigh, the engine rumbling loudly as you drive away.
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Chrisâ cock lies heavy against his stomach. The vein running along the underside pulses beneath his fingertips as he traces it lightly, a sharp hiss slipping past his lips. Heâs so fucking horny. He watches precum bead at the tip before spilling down his length, glistening with want. His balls tighten the moment he finally wraps his hand around himself, giving a slow, deliberate tug.
âShiiiiiitâŚâ
His eyes flutter shut as his hips instinctively lift from the mattress.
Itâs his birthday. He wants to enjoy himself. He wants to stroke himself until heâs completely spent, until every muscle in his abdomen tightens, begging him to stop.
He drizzles more lube over his cock before continuing to fuck his hand, his balls slapping lightly against his fist with every stroke. Chris tells himself this isnât about youâthat it isnât the way your tits look in that dress, the way you smell, or the way he canât stop imagining pushing those little dresses you wear up around your hips just to fuck you.
In his truck, bent over the center console.
In your childhood bedroom, his hand covering your mouth.
Anywhere.
Everywhere.
Itâs so fucking wet.
Loud.
Messy.
He can feel it building, bubbling low in his gut. Every sound echoes through the room. He should be embarrassedâashamed of the way heâs moaning, the way little whimpers slip from his throat as he fucks his hand like an animal, unable to stop thinking about your pussy.
He knows youâd have a pretty one.
A tight, wet little cunt.
Chris knows itâd swallow his cock, take him so good.
âOh, fuuuck⌠yes, fuck.â
It hits him all at once. Ropes of come spill over his hand as his tongue catches between his teeth, his eyebrows knitting together. His back arches off the mattress, every muscle in his body tensing as the pleasure tears through him.
He catches his breath, sweat clinging to his forehead. His cock is already hard again, his mind already drifting back to you.
đđđđđđ'đ đđđđâŚhappy birthday to our favorite dadâs best friend. đ¤ since itâs Chrisâ birthday today, i wanted to put together a little something for you guys. nothing too crazyâjust a short, smutty little birthday blurb because i figured there wasnât a better excuse to spoil you all. hope you enjoy, and as always, thank you for all the love youâve shown this series. it genuinely means the world to me. also please know i think every pussy is pretty <3
đžđđđđđđđ: đşđ´đźđť! â +đđ â pure filth â best friends â sexual tension â sleepover gone wrong (or right) â birthday sex â threesome (no incest, donât be weird) â soft dom!chris â rough dom!matt â pet names â handcuffs â dirty talk â use of a vibrator â big dick!chris â big dick!matt â raw raw ah ah ah or whatever lady gaga said â making out â missionary â chain dangle â manhandling â backshots â multiple orgasms â spanking â size kink â bulge kink â (slight) pain kink â choking kink â degradation kink â praise kink â face fucking â facial â possessive undertones â cum dumpster type shit (their pull out game is legendary) + more.
đ¨đđđđđâđ đľđđđ: Iâm so sorry for how long it took me to post this but I couldnât get in the headspace to write smut no matter how much I tried. Also, I was just gonna write a short fic but it kinda spiralled outta control... And the fact that they (matt, chris and you lol) were so loud even tho there were people home is really unrealistic so pls donât think too much of it '~'
đ¨đđđđđâđ đľđđđ đ: I hope you enjoy it! I had so much fun writing this. This made me remember why I love writing chratt fics ^-^
đ˛đđđ đ°đ đ´đđđ : English is not my first language!
đşđđđđđđ: It was just supposed to be an innocent night of sleeping over at your best friendsâ house the night before their 22nd birthdayâbut watching their new video and hearing Matt mention the purple fuzzy handcuffs he has in his room made the night turn 360° around. Two men, aching tension and unspoken feelings... Can you handle it?
"So I think, out of context, the most embarrassing and hardest thing to explain would be like purple fuzzy handcuffs. Probably."
Your eyes widened as you paused the video, laughter bubbling in your chest. You turned your head to look at the pair of brothers sitting beside you on Mattâs bed, staring at you with a mix of annoyance and amusement.
You and Nick were supposed to hang out and watch movies but he was dozing off mid-movie so you made him go to bed early, insisting heâd get some rest since tomorrow was his and his brothersâ birthday. And thatâs how you ended up in Mattâs room with him and Chris.
"You still have the handcuffs?" You teased, barely holding back your giggles, making Matt groan in embarrassment.
"Yeah... itâs somewhere in the drawer- Wait, what are you doing?" Mattâs brows furrowed in confusion when you stood up and walked towards his dresser, your mind reeling with ideas to tease him.
You rummaged through his drawers, finding clothes and whatnotâuntil you reached the bottom drawer. You froze upon seeing the contents of it and your head snapped to the side where Matt sat frozen on the bed while Chris looked confused at your reaction.
"Whatâs up?" Chris asked, blinking.
"Nothing... Itâs, uh, nothing." You said, awkwardly, as you quickly took the handcuffsâthat sat among quite interesting objectsâand closed the drawer before turning around to face the bed with the fluffy purple handcuffs in hand.
You couldnât believe Matt had all those... props.
Are those really for a YouTube video...? Or is he into-
You cleared your throat, your eyes darting around his room as if thatâd help get rid of the inappropriate thoughts you were beginning to have about one of your best friends. It didnât help that the fluffy handcuffs in your hands were making your palms feel oddly hot, and that heat seemed to spread through your bodyâgoing south.
In a futile attempt to hide how flustered you were, you said something you instantly regretted the moment the first word slipped past your lips, but youâstupidlyâcompleted the sentence.
"Why donât we try it out? I mean, like, handcuff me or something..."
You didnât really mean anything by what you said. Even though you were more than into the idea of being handcuffed, you didnât mean to tell them you liked being bound and helpless. It was just something impulsive. Something you shouldâve thought twice before saying.
You hoped they would laugh, even if it was awkward laughter. But all they did was look at you, lips parted, like they couldnât believe you just said that. Their reactions were like oil to fire, making your face feel hotter, your embarrassment reaching new heights. And unable to look at their shocked expressions anymore, your gaze dropped down to the ground.
"Do you wanna be handcuffed?" One of them suddenly asked.
Your head snapped up at the question, blinking. "What?"
"Do you wanna be handcuffed?" Chris repeated himself, grinning, obviously teasing you. "I didnât know you were freaky like that."
You scowled at him, trying to seem annoyed despite how turned on you were getting. And seeing your death glare, Chris held his hands up in mock surrender, his shoulders shaking with suppressed giggles.
"Iâm just messing with ya." Chris chuckled, leaning back on his hands as he watched you with amusement sparkling in his eyes. "But if you keep holding those handcuffs like that... I might think otherwise~"
You quickly tossed the handcuffs onto Mattâs bed as if burned and crossed your arms, lips twitching with a reluctant smile when the brothers laughed at how flustered you became. The friday video was completely forgotten, your mind flooded with sexual thoughts instead.
God. If only they knew what they did to you.
Well. They knew. Theyâve known for a while now. They just didnât know how to approach it, or how to tell you they knew about the feelings you oh-so desperately tried to hide, so they let it be. If you werenât going to say anything, they werenât going to do anything. All they could do was wait.
An hour passed by slowly, agonizingly so. You were contemplating whether to stay or leave since the atmosphere had gotten heavier than you anticipated after the stupid things you said without a second thought.
If only you hesitated...
With a quiet sigh, you stood up from the bed, making Matt and Chris look up from their phones. "I think Iâll go home now." Your words made the two brunettes look at each other, confused, before looking at you again.
"Why?" They said in unison, confusion evident in their tones.
"Itâs still early you know?" Matt said, trying to keep you from going. He knew something was wrong judging by the tone of your voice and he didnât want you to go home upset.
"Yeah." Chris chimed in, glancing at Matt, exchanging a silent conversation. He looked back at you, searching your face, his own brows settling into a frown when he saw the frown on your face.
"You said youâd stay over and celebrate our birthday with us tomorrow morning..." Chris trailed off, then continued in a more hesitant tone. "Is it about the handcuffs? If so, Iâm sorry... I didnât mean to make you upset. Iâd never judge you if you do have a kink like that-"
"Kid, you are not making it any better." Matt hissed quietly, elbowing his brother, before looking back at you, gauging your reaction.
Chris grimaced when he saw the frown deepen on your face. "Fuck- Hey... I wasnât making fun of you, I promise." Chrisâ voice became significantly softer, genuinely apologetic as he looked at you.
You werenât really upset, but you werenât laughing either. You knew his words werenât said to ridicule youâit just wasnât appropriate for the mood. If he said it during one of your banter it wouldnât have grated on your nerves as much as it did now.
"God. Just... Itâs not what you said." You sighed, running a hand through your hair. You were being truthful. It wasnât his fault that your mood had soured; it was the build up of worry and anxiety that came with having feelings for your two best friends. And Chris was just unlucky to choose that time to tease you.
Chris exchanged a confused look with Matt, and Matt spoke next, carrying the same tone of confusion in his voice. "So, whatâs wrong then? Is it because you like us-" Chris clamped a hand over Mattâs mouth, giving him a stern look that screamed "you werenât supposed to tell her that".
Your eyes widened, but you quickly mumbled quietly. "I do like you two. As friends." You emphasized the "friends", hoping theyâd fall for your half-assed lie. But they just stared at you deadpanned, making your heart stutter.
"What?" You said, a little too quickly and a little too defensively.
They kept looking at you, as if they knew the truth, as if they knew you were spouting bullshit. And under the pressure of their intense gazes, your composureâor what was left of itâ cracked.
You looked away, unable to meet their gaze as you confessed the feelings you were so sure youâd never lay bare and vulnerable for them to decide what to do with.
"Fine. I like you. Both. Like, romantically. I love you. Or something..."
You said it all quickly, as if youâd explode if you said it any slower. And you probably wouldâveâmentally that is. Your anxiety was sky high as you waited for them to speak. Your hands clenched into fists, nails digging into your palms. Their silence didnât help your agitated state at all.
You finally looked back towards the bed when you heard the mattress creak softly, and you came face to face with the two brothers, their expressions overwhelmingly soft. Almost too tender for you to handle.
"Do you wanna try it out?" Matt asked, wrapping his long fingers around your wrist, tugging you slightly towards himself. "Genuinely. Do you wanna use it?"
"We can, uh, help you use it... If you want." Chris offered with a small shrug as he stepped closer. He said it so casually, as if it was something completely normal and something you can offer your friend without the sexual innuendo behind it.
Both of the brothers were now crowding your personal space, making you more and more aware of how good they looked tonight. God, youâd do anything to have them for one night.
You blinked, confused. "Help me... use it?"
"Yeah." One said. "Weâll help you use it." The other added.
"What?" You asked dumbly. You didnât want to jump to conclusionsâeven if you somewhat had an idea of what they could mean by that.
What if you were wrong-
"Weâll handcuff you and help you fulfill your fantasies." Chris promised.
The identical brunette boysânow looking more alike due to Chrisâ new hairstyleâstepped even closer. Their bodies were almost flush against yours, sandwiching you between themselves.
Oh...?
"Oh... ffu--uuuckk--" You moaned, your head falling back against Mattâs pillow as the gentle buzzing of the small vibratorâagainst your slick swollen clitâfilled his room. You werenât even sure when heâd taken it out of his drawer but his bed had adult toys scattered all over it.
Those are definitely not for a YouTube video.
Seeing that you were getting inside your head again, Matt clicked his tongue and pressed the vibrator a little more firmly against your poor little nub, causing your hips to jerk upwards.
"Youâre thinking about other things, arenât you, sweetheart?" He tutted, his free hand caressing your inner thigh as if he wasnât making you tremble with a vibe. "Canât have your pretty little mind elsewhere when weâre here."
Chris tucked a few strands of hair behind your ear, his knuckles grazing your cheekbone. "God... Youâre so pretty." He murmured, letting the back of his fingers caress your cheek, before cupping your chin with his hand, swiping his thumb over your bottom lip.
Chrisâ other hand was already palming his dick through his pants, a large bulge straining against it. Fuck, he was big- no, huge. They both were. Identical sized bulges tenting the front of their pants, giving you quite the preview of what you were getting yourself into.
Matt was the first to catch you looking south, and his lips twitched with a smirk. "Haaahh, look at you..." He chuckled, the sound mocking and raspy, his fingers flexing on the end of the vibe. "Already so fucking horny and looking at our dickâs like you wanna devour them... So fucking desperate."
You let out a choked soundâbetween a gasp and a broken moanâwhen the vibrator pressed harder against your clit, pulsing relentlessly against the sensitive bundle of nerves, making your back arch. Your hands clenched into fists above your head, wrists bound together with the fuzzy purple handcuffs.
"All bound and helpless... Fuuck..." Chris groaned softly. His dick throbbed urgently in his sweatpants, demanding release. The veins along it were probably angry and pulsing with how turned on he was. A small spot on the crotch of his pants was beginning to grow damp with precum.
You rolled your hips, trying to get more friction. You were so close. So close. And Matt could tell. He began moving the vibrator in slow circles on your clit, causing your wrists to strain against the handcuffs.
"Matt-- cumminââahnnâmâgonna--" Your words caught in your throat as the pressure in your tummy grew more and more taut. Your thighs trembled as you felt the first wave of your release wash over you, strong and relentless, followed by more waves. White-hot pleasure ran through your body like electricity, eliciting soft whimpers from you.
The brothers looked at each other, their eyes holding the same question: "Whoâs going first?"
Before they could decide who would fuck you first, Chris was already climbing off the bed, his hand already going to his pants as he smirked smugly at Mattâwho just rolled his eyes but didnât put much of a fight. It was obvious who was going to take you first.
Chris unbuckled his belt slowly, watching as your body shuddered, your back still arched subtly, eyes closed in bliss. He was so hard and so fucking turned on that he wasnât sure if he could hold himself back from pouncing on you, but he knew better than to rush it; he wanted to savor the first taste of you, after all.
Matt stripped as well, and sat on the bed beside your pleasure-wracked body, in just his boxers, his clothes discarded somewhere on the floor beside his bed. His hand was already on his bulge, fingers twitching with the urge to do something about his aching cock. But he wanted to wait and watch. He wanted to see you unravel before he did, too.
Chris climbed back onto the bed, crawling over your body, having taken off his long-sleeve shirt, now in just his white tank top and boxers. His biceps flexed ever so slightly as he held himself up above you, his hands on either side of your head. He watched with desire as you looked up at him with the prettiest fucking eyes, looking so vulnerable and trusting.
His breath hitched as you parted your legs for him, letting him settle between them. Your hand trailed down his stomach, feeling the muscles contract as you went further down, teasing the waistband of his boxers.
Fuck, he couldnât hold back anymore.
Chris leaned down and kissed you, deep and filthy. His tongue tangled with yours, sucking on it, nipping on your lips, pulling the swollen flesh between his teethâand repeating. And by the time he pulled back, you were a messâa beautiful mess. The sight made his cock throb noticeably against his boxers.
He pulled down the waistband of his boxers enough for his hard cock to spring out and slap against his stomach, aching to be inside your warmth. His hand wrapped his base, teasing your slit with his thick head a few times before positioning it at your entrance.
He leaned down to kiss you again, swallowing your soft moan as he slowly pushed his cock inside, filling you up inch by thick inch. He wanted to go slow, but your legs wrapped around him so suddenly and so tightly that Chris bottomed out, his whole shaft fitting snugly inside your warm, wet pussy.
"Ohhhâffuuck...." Chris groaned, breaking the kiss to instead drop his head on your shoulder, his eyes fluttering closed at the feeling of your pussy fluttering around him, trying to adjust to his size.
After composing himself, Chris slowly began moving, pulling back and dragging his length across your velvety walls before plunging deep againâand repeating. Hearing your moans of pleasure, and the way your legs tightened around him, made his pace quicken, spurred on by your responsiveness.
"God... You feel fucking amazing," he whispered against your skin. Your walls fluttered around him at his words, eliciting a soft moan from him. The words were said in such an unraveled way that they sounded dirty, filthy, and it would be an understatement to say it turned you on.
The room felt hotâand neither of you were sure if it was because of the summer heat or the heat that came with sex. Either wayâChris was sweating. And the way his tank top clung to his body was making him increasingly irritated.
With an annoyed groan, Chris pulled off his tank, revealing his bare torso. The charm on his chainâhis own brandâglinted in the dim light of the bedside lamp, the cool metal contrasting starkly from his heated, flushed skin, making him hiss softly.
He leaned down to kiss along your jaw and further down to your collarbone as he fucked you, his pace quickening even further, hands gripping your waist and hip. His hips slapped against yours with loud wet smacks, your sticky juices clinging to his pelvis in small milky strands each time he pulled back.
Your attention was shifted briefly when you felt the bed dip beside your head, making you look to the side, coming face to face with Mattâs heavy cock, all flushed and swollen, veins bulging and throbbing along it. His dick twitched subtly under your heated gaze, a bead of precum slowly forming at the tip and betraying how desperate he was.
"Open up, sweetheart." Matt murmured, gently cupping your jaw, his thumb brushing over your bottom lip. You complied almost immediately, opening your mouth for him to use, making him bite back a groan. The warm head of his cock slipped past your lips, pulsing on your tongue, the musky yet sweet smell of his dick filling your nose.
Chris leaned back on his heels, legs spread for more stability as he pulled your hips towards his, not wanting to pull out. One of his hands left your hip to throw one of your legs over his shoulder, wrapping his arm around your thigh and opening you up more to give himself an easier and deeper access to your pussy.
He began moving again, biting his lips to not moan out loud at how good you felt. His other hand left your hip, instead reaching out to grip the chain in the middle of the fluffy handcuffs binding your wrists together and using it as a handle to pull you onto his dick in rhythm with his thrusts.
Your eyes rolled back involuntarily, feeling his cock hit your g-spot. The overwhelming pleasure of his tip hitting just the right spots inside you made sparks shoot up your spine. It didnât help when Matt began moving his hips, fucking your mouth in slow, deliberate thrusts.
You choked and moaned desperately around Mattâs cock, your hands gripping Chrisâ hand, fingers digging into his skin as you tried to ground yourself from the pleasure threatening to consume you.
You could feel your orgasm approaching, too quick and relentless, your pussy fluttering around Chrisâ pistoning cock, making the brunette boy above you moan in response.
A few more quick slamsâthat targeted your sweet spotâwas enough for you to fall over the edge. Your body tensed before shuddering, back arching as moans of pleasure vibrated around Mattâs thick shaft, making him fuck your mouth faster, his balls tightening.
The feeling of you coming undone around him made Chris shudder, his hips stuttering.
Fuck, he was so close.
Chris was so close to coming inside you but he used the last ounce of his self-control to pull out and fisted his cock over your body, his hips chasing his hand, as he moaned desperately, his balls tightening painfully. His cum shot out in thick, milky ropes, landing on your stomach and pelvis.
Matt groaned softly, feeling his own orgasm washing over him thanks to the exquisite feeling of your tight throat combined with your sweet moans vibrating around his thick cockhead. He pulled out before coming all over your tits, painting them in his releaseâmarking you with his semen.
You only had a few moments to catch your breath before Matt switched places with Chris, flipping you over with surprising strength, making you lay on your stomach with a gasp. He chuckled softly at the sound of your surprise, running his hand down your back to your ass and giving it a little pat.
"Câmon, all fours baby."
It was his turn now and he made sure to show you he wouldnât be as gentle as Chris with a sharp slap on your ass the moment you were on your hands and knees, making you yelp and squirm. He palmed your ass cheeks, soothing the sting of his slap, as he let out a breathy laugh.
"Look at this pretty fucking ass..." He murmured appreciatively, voice low with barely contained desire.
He held his hefty length by the base, slapping it against your flushed ass, letting you feel how heavy it was, before teasing your slit with his tip, collecting your wetness, feeling how warm and puffy you were from being fucked so thoroughly by Chris.
Your hips moved on its own, a small whine leaving you as you rubbed your pussy against his hot, throbbing cock like a bitch in heat. Mattâs hand came down on your ass again, this time on the other cheek, hard and quick, the sharp slap making you jump.
"So fucking needy," he tutted. "Fucked my brother and still havenât had enough hm? Need the other brother to keep you in check donât you?"
You didnât say anything, too embarrassed to admit how right he was. Your silence made Matt chuckle behind you. One hand gripped your hip while the other gripped his cock, positioning himself against your entrance, his tip pressing against it but not pushing in yet.
"Hope youâre ready for me sweetheart." He grunted as he finally pushed forward, filling you up in one smooth motion since you were already stretched out by Chris prior to this. The fullness was familiar and so fucking delicious.
Matt didnât waste a second and began fucking you, deep and punishingâas if to prove a point. He was hitting the deepest parts of you, unlike Chris who had focused on your g-spot. The sensation was no less pleasurable.
He was fucking you like he wanted your cervix bruised.
Chris sat in front of you on the bed, his dick twitching back to life at the sight of your lips parting to let out a broken whimper at how slow but deep each thrust was. Mattâs hands gripped your hips tightly as he pulled back slowly before slamming into you, ripping a choked sound from your throat. The depth made your eyes roll back briefly, cuffed hands clutching desperately at the sheets under you.
"Chris." Matt grunted. "Pass me the vibrator."
Chris complied, handing him the vibe, watching intently as Matt paused his movement to turn the vibe on before pressing it against your clit, eliciting a loud, desperate moan from you. Chrisâ dick jumped at the sound of your needy moan, his hand wrapping around his shaft, his eyes never leaving your face, watching it contort in pleasure.
Matt reached out with his free hand, wrapping his long fingers around your throat, choking you lightly. The feeling of his thick head slamming against your cervix, along with the feeling of his hand around your throat, made it hard to breathe. You couldnât even moan anymoreâyou could only gasp for air and let out choked cries whenever he went too deep.
He leaned forward, his chest pressing against your back, as he growled softly in your ear. "You feel sâfucking goodâffuuuck--" His rhythm faltered as you clenched around him, your third orgasm crashing over you without warning.
"Fuckk yes baby... Keep squeezinâ me like that... Like you canât get enough of this dick." Matt moaned lowly, the slapping sounds growing louder as he lost himself in the feeling of your warm greedy pussy sucking him in.
The vibrator was long forgotten under you as Matt held your hips with both of his handsâno longer choking youâholding you in place for his brutal thrusts and making it impossible for you to squirm away from the pleasure.
Chrisâ hand worked faster, twisting his wrist and squeezing more tightly. His hips bucked up, fucking his own fist, lips parted, his chest heaving and breath hitching. Your eyes locked onto hisâand he nearly came then, but he held himself back, wanting to feel your mouth around him before he came.
Before you knew it, Chris was in front of you, feeding you his length, groaning low in his throat, talking about how good your mouth feels around his dick. But you couldnât focus on words anymore, too fucked out. It felt so good. Too good. Their fat cocks filled you up to the brim, one in your spasming pussy and the other deep down your throat.
It didnât take them long to climax. Their hands were all over you, tugging and gripping, the pleasure making everything blur together. You felt them pulse in you, throb in you, their hefty lengths nestled in your holes, dragging across the sensitive walls.
"Fuuck... Iâm gonna cum--" Chris groaned, gripping his base with one hand as he pulled his dick out of your mouth while the other stayed on your head, pulling it back by your hair as he fisted his thick, veiny cock in front of your face, wanting to see you covered in his seed again.
You gasped softly when the first rope of his warm cum landed on your cheek, followed by multiple quick ropes, painting your face in streaks of white. Chris groaned at the sight of your face covered in his cum, something primal in him satisfied that he just marked you up.
Matt followed soon after, pulling out and pumping his shaft quickly over your ass, painting it and your lower back with his pearly release. His hips twitched as he milked the last bit of his cum, letting it drop on your back.
You slumped forward onto the bedâbonelessâchest heaving as you tried to catch your breath. Your body was still trembling with aftershocks, face and body covered in their semen. You turned your head to the side, brushing your hair out of your face, and licked your lips, tasting Chrisâ cum that had landed on it.
"Donât do sexy shit like that." Chris grumbled playfully.
It was obvious that you affected him and Matt in ways no one could. Their semi-hard lengths began swelling again, curling towards their stomach.
You were so sure that cumming twice would make their dicks go soft, butâto your absolute surpriseâthey were hard again. Their hands were all over your body in seconds, as if they were starving for you. And they kinda were.
Well, itâs safe to say that they werenât done with you. God. They were not done. It would take until dawn to satisfy the hunger theyâve held back for months. And there were still more toys to be used. They still havenât broken you in yet.
Oh well. Itâs their birthday, after all. And birthday boys should get their wishesâtheir deepest desires and fantasiesâfulfilled, shouldnât they?
đˇđđđđđđ: dealer!chris x fem!reader
đŞđđđđđđ đžđđđđđđđ: unplanned smut, grinding, sub chris dom reader relations (surprisingly), mentions of smoking, cannabis, orgasm denial (kinda I guess), kissing, not proofread. Minors dni. I am not responsible for the media you consume.
đžđđđ đđđđđ: 1k
đşđđđđđđ: you stop by the house of a fellow dealer, looking for more than just the goods.
đ¨đ: ik y'all wanted this one đŤ°but it's short so this is all ur getting HOE
The cold air of the city pierced your pale skin.
Winter, ladies, am I right?
You stepped off the curb, your sneakers crunching against the fallen leaves of a tree.
Chrisâs house sat at the end of a side street, a weather quiet neighbourhood despite the cacophony of the city.
You didnât knock.
You never did.
The front door creaked open to a cloud of sweet, musky smoke that blurred the edges of his apartment.
Chris lounged on a leather couch, his lean, but muscular body sprawled out across the dark chocolate coloured cushions.
A half-burnt joint rested between two fingers, a thin ribbon of gray smoke curling toward the ceiling.
His red, gone eyes, tracked you from the doorway.
"You're late," he smirked, his voice rasped, like he just woke up from the best nap of his life.
"I decided that you could handle the wait," you replied.
You leaned against the doorframe, crossing one leg over the other.
You wore simple sweatpants and a hoodie, not trying hard to look good at all. But taking your hoodie off to reveal a low cut tank top, really did it.
Your chain rested against your collarbones, cascading against the dim of the light.
Chris let out a slow exhale, the smoke escaping his lips in a ghostly manner.
He didn't move, but his gaze dropped, lingering on the exposure of your shaped chest.
"I got the stuff." He murmurs, cutting through the silence as he looks down at his lap. "Top shelf." he said.
"Is that all you got?"
He shifted, the leather squeaking against his jeans. A small, lazy smile tugged at the corner of his mouth.
"Depends on what you're looking for."
You walked toward him, the footsteps echoing in the loudly silent room.
You stopped just inches from his knees, the scent of his cologne filling your lungs. You reached down, not for the bag of weed on the coffee table, but for the collar of his oversized t-shirt.
You gripped the fabric and yanked him upward.
Chris didn't bother resisting.
He let your strength guide him, his body trembling with need and excitement. He looked up at you, his expression a mixture of haze and hunger.
"You look like you're in a mood," he whispered.
"I am in a mood," you confirmed. "And you're in my way."
"I am?"
"You are. You're lounging around while I'm here. It's disrespectful." You say with faux annoyance.
Chris chuckled, a low vibration that you felt run up your body. He leaned back into the sofa, inviting the challenge.
"Then fix it."
You smirked. You let go of his shirt and stepped over him, straddling his lap.
You felt the heat radiating off his skin, the sudden tension in his thighs as he braced himself beneath you.
"You're so relaxed,"
you breathe. "It's boring."
"I'm not boring," he breathed. His hands slid up your thighs to your waist.
"Did I say you could touch me?"
He swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing as he removed his hands from your body.
"No." He whispered.
"Good."
You leaned down, pressing your lips to his with a softness, despite yourself.
He kissed you back, his hands curling against his thighs as he itched to touch you.
You could hear his heart hammering against his ribs, a frantic rhythm that battled with his lazy gaze.
"I want the weed, Chris." you murmur.
"But I want you to show me how much you missed me."
"I missed you every second,"
he groaned.
"Words are bland. I want more effort."
You shifted your weight, grinding slowly against him, feeling his hips twitch against yours, his cock painfully and obviously hard.
A choked noise escaped his throat, a mixture of a moan and a plea.
He closed his eyes, his head lolling back against the sofa cushions, exposing the long line of his throat.
"Please," he whispered.
"Please what?"
"Please... Touch me." He whines, bucking up into you with greed
You clicked your tongue against your teeth in disappointment, your hips stilling against his.
His hand flew to your waist as he tried to move you, but you instantly pulled them off of you, lightly tapping one of them to remind him who's in charge.
"no touching."
"sorry" he apologized.
You slid your hand down his chest, feeling the hard planes of his muscle beneath the fabric of his shirt.
You traced the line of his abs, your nails grazing the skin just enough to leave a very faint red trail.
"You're so easy," you whispered.
"I'm only easy for you," he replied, his voice strained.
You smirked and stood up, leaving him cold and wanting.
You walked over to the coffee table and picked up the small plastic bag of green. You held it up, letting the light catch the crushed leaves.
"Beautiful," you murmured.
"Almost as beautiful as the look on your face right now."
Chris stared at you, his pupils blown wide, his breathing ragged.
"Are you leaving?" he asked, his voice small.
You tossed a handful of crumpled bills onto the table, more than the weed was worth.
"Keep the change," you said with a low smile.
As you walked to the door, you paused, looking back at him.
Chris was watching you, deciphering whether he should chase after you, or let you be.
"See you next week, Chris." You say, grabbing your hoodie before opening the door.
Chris sat there, watching the closed door for a solid minute before standing up and walking to his room.
You leaned back against your car door, lighting the joint you'd swiped from his table, and looked back at his house.
Slowly, you opened your car door and sat in the driver's seat, the smoke curling towards the car roof as you exhale.
You start your car with a sigh, the engine rumbling loudly as you drive away.
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chat i drew chris đ but idk i kinda like it but i don't at the same time... i wanna fix a lot of stuff but i really can't get myself to draw anymore so it'll probably stay this way for a long while (i'll probably never fix it but whatvr)
his hands đ i really need to learn how to draw hands đ
Guys I hate to break it to you I'm probs gonna end between camera cuts cuz this shit is ABSOLUTE BOOTY CHEEKS but I've got a few new ideas coming up so here's the poll for what you want first
⤡ warnings . . . smut, very sub!matt, dom!reader, riding, unprotected sex, making out, use of pet names, degradation, dirty talk, heavy teasing & edging, overstimulation, light hair pulling, brat taming/punishment sex, rough sex, begging, humiliation kink, choking. this is lowk really freaky. completely consensual!!!! consent is #sexy!
đritten by @/delilahsturniolo. do not copy, steal, or modify my works. if you are taking any inspiration from this, please ask me first before posting and credit me in your description. happy reading! :)
⤡ pspspsps i have no clue who created nerd!matt or who i should give creds to if i do need to so pleaseeee kindly let me know thank yewww!!! :)
also this was a request from a few different anons!! i kinda mixed them all together since they all were requesting sub!nerd!matt, i hope thatâs okay!!! <3
beads of sweat rolled down your forehead as you rolled your hips, mattâs cock hitting the perfect spot in your pussy over and over again. the sounds of his breathy whimpers and moans was like music to your ears, a symphonic melody of desperation that only increased with each one of your movements.
âshitâmâgonnaââ another pathetically loud moan cut off mattâs thought. his glasses slipped down his moist nose, one of his hands leaving your hip to push up his glasses securely on his face.
âhm? what was that?â you bit your lip, bringing your finger up to lift mattâs chin, forcing him to lock eyes with you. his hair was all disheveled, his chest rose and fell quickly. he was close, it was a painfully obvious sight. âcat got your tongue huh? beinâ fucked so dumb you canât even get a single word out. kinda pathetic, donât you think so?â you taunt, your hips rolling faster against his aching length.
âpleaseâplease just let me cumâŚâ matt begged. you tangled your hand into his brunette hair and tugged slightly, eliciting a whimper from his mouth. your movements became slower, more teasing, his cock still buried deep inside of you as you rocked against it.
âyou havenât earned it yet, baby. be a good boy for me, and then you can cum, okay?â your tone was laced with with fragments of dominance and mock sympathy. matt threw his head back, holding in his release desperately.
he knew why you were edging him so hard. in fact, you both knew. heâd been sexting you all day long, sending you photos and videos that made you wet in an instant. usually youâd be thrilled by thisâbut you were in an important work meeting and you wouldnât get back home until late in the night, there was absolutely nothing you could do but absorb all of his dirty text messages that he sent, which were more intensified than usual only because he knew you were busy and couldnât leave whatever room you were in.
so, this was your way of dealing with him.
mattâs hands tightened around your hips, attempting to guide your movements around his dick, one of his hands reached down to your clit briefly. you shake your head and move his wrists away, pinning them on either side of his head. âno touching.â you smile, knowing how much of a menace your being.
âb-butâŚyouâre so wetâŚi needa feel youâpleaseâŚâ matt croaked out, you gently hushed him, pressing a quick peck to his lips to quiet him down.
âshhhhâŚjust take what iâm giving you..â you murmur, leaning in to fully kiss him, you began to ride him more desperately, quickening your pace and deepening your movements as your lips simultaneously sank into his, your tongue pushing into his mouth, his tangling with yours as he kissed you back just as deeply, you felt the vibrations of the noises he made against yours mouth.
you gasped against mattâs lips as the pleasure became overwhelming, but it felt euphoric, like you were getting lost in a whole different universe that you didnât want to ever leave.
âoh my god,â matt cried out. âoh my fuckingâyeahâright thereâŚâ he muttered, voice shaky and barely even audible from how lost in the feeling he was. âplease let me cum, iâll be so goodâiâll be so fucking good, i promise!â he begged once more. his glasses fogged up slightly and started sliding down the bridge of his nose again.
your hand left one of his wrists and came up to his neck, wrapping your hand lightly around his throat as you bounced up and down on his cock, the both of you moaning at the same time from how deep he was.
your pussy was slick and your inner thighs were soaked from how much you were dripping from him, from how submissive and whiny he wasâit turned you on more than youâd like to admit. âthis,â you started. âthis is what you do to me.â you whisper, hand tightening around his neck ever so slightly as he sees how wet you are. godâjust the sight alone could make him cum.
âcum for me, show me how much you wanted it.â you command. without a single bit of hesitation, matt immediately releases inside you with a pornographic moan, you feel his legs shaking from beneath you. at the same time, you feel the knot in your stomach burst, your orgasm also crashes over youâharder than you expected.
you slowly get off from his lap, and stroke him a few times so he can fully release, a few more strings of cum spurt out, and he whines from the sensation. you collapse next to him, the both of you breathing heavily from the events that just occured. you reach up and run your thumb across his bottom lip, wiping drool that he didnât even know had escaped from his mouth.
âlearned your lesson?â you whisper, brushing his hair back from his damp forehead.
matt pushes his glasses up awkwardly before timidly replying. âyeahâŚt-thank you,â matt mumbles shakily, still coming down from his intense high.
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y/n realizes that her best friend Matt Sturniolo is the only man she trusts to do anything sexual with.
TW: mdni! sexual content. hints that y/n has been a victim of sexual assault/experienced unconsensual sex in the past. (not detailed just hinted at)
Itâd been over a year since it happened. The night that changed y/nâs life. She still got sick from the flashbacks, she still got anxious whenever sheâd be in rooms alone with men. She never dressed in anything that showed any part of her body, long sleeves even in the summertime. And she didnât entertain guys who showed interest in her. There was only one man she truly trusted. And that man was her best friend, Matt Sturniolo.Â
Matt and y/n have been best friends for 7 years, since freshman year of highschool when they met in detention.Â
She kept her head down, ashamed she was even in detention in the first place when all the sudden a paper ball hit her on the head. She turned around with a face of irritation, ready to yell at whoever was throwing things at her.Â
âIâm sorry, I meant to hit the kid next to youâ Matt whispered from a couple desks away. She shot daggers at him with her eyes, âwhateverâ she said before turning back around. A few seconds later she noticed someone moving in the corner of her eye. She glanced over at the motion and watched Matt move into the desk next to hers.
He stared back at her, âwhat are you doing in detention?â he asked. âMind your businessâ she said. He smiled, liking how fierce she was. âQuiet girl has some sassâ he said. She ripped a piece of paper from her notebook and crunched it into a ball before throwing it at his head.Â
And the rest is history.
Matt fell in love with her quickly. He loved how genuine she was. The softness she carried. The warmth of her smile. How she was so gentle with peopleâs hearts, so sweet and caring even for strangers.Â
He never told her that he wanted her all to himself. He struggled to believe that someone like him deserved someone like her. She was so innocent and loving. And he was so reckless and heartless. At least when it came to everybody else. She always brought out the softest parts of Matt. The parts nobody else had access to.Â
And being in love was mutual. Y/n quietly fell in love with him over time. But she was in denial about it for a long time. She was insecure, always comparing herself to the girls he hooked up with. She was sure that heâd never go for someone like her. So sheâd shove it far down and ignored it to the best of her ability.
On the night she broke down and confessed to him what had happened with her ex, Matt completely lost his shit.Â
She sobbed on his bed as Matt paced back and forth in his room. âIâm sorry Mattâ she said, tears streaming down her face. âWhat? No- no dont say sorry. You have nothing to be sorry aboutâ he said, his mind all over the place.Â
He paced back and forth some more, trying to wrap his head around the situation. âMatt please calm downâ y/n said, unable to stop crying. He nodded his head and tried to gather himself. But he had so much anger and rage in him that he couldnât stay still.Â
âMatt pleaseâ she said, continuing to sob. He took one look at her, his heart breaking over and over. âY/n you know I love you. You know that. Iâll be backâ he said as he grabbed onto his car keys. âMattâ she cried. He stepped in front of her, lifting her chin with his fingers. âYouâre okay my sweet girl. I love you, okay? Iâll be backâ he said.Â
He wanted to comfort her, he wanted to be there for her. And he was⌠after he drove to y/nâs exâs house and beat the shit out of him. He didnât care about the consequences. He wanted y/nâs ex to feel pain, he wanted to hurt him, to break him.
Y/nâs ex ended up bloody and unconscious at the end of it. Cops got involved and Matt got assault charges pressed on him. But he took it to the chin. He even smiled in his mugshot. He made sure y/nâs ex was never gonna even think about going near her again.Â
Y/n had never come across someone who loved her so much. He didnât just say he loved her over and over, his actions proved it over and over.
Theyâd been best friends for so long that y/n and him argued like a married couple at times. They were attached at the hip, always together, even having sections of their clothes in each others dressers since they spent the night at one anotherâs apartments so often.
Matt was the one y/n relied on, trusted and cared for unconditionally. It was a mutual love they shared, never questioning it, never doubting it. Sometimes she thought that there was no way she could ever love someone the way she loves him.Â
There had been times where y/n felt like she could genuinely never imagine a life without him in it. She didnât want any other man. She wanted him. And the more time passed, the harder it got to ignore.
Which brings us to now.Â
Y/n couldnât sleep tonight as she tossed and turned for hours. She debated on switching to the other side of the bed, she made some warm tea, and was even so desperate for sleep that she ended up listening to a guided sleep meditation video on YouTube.
But none of it worked. She let out a sigh as she stared up at her ceiling. Y/n got lost in her head for awhile. She thought about Matt. She thought about her parents. About her job, her future and even the past.
Her mind was all over the place. And she knew who to call anytime she couldnât handle it anymore. No matter the time, no matter the place or day. She picked up her phone and stared at Mattâs contact before pressing the call button. He answered on the first ring, typical for him.Â
30 minutes later he was knocking on her front door. She let him inside and watched him take his shoes off. âCome hereâ he said, pulling her into his chest and wrapping his arms around her. She embraced the hug, her nostrils filled with the scent of some expensive cologne he wore.Â
He followed behind her as she walked towards her bedroom. âCan you stay the night please?â she asked as she sat down on her bed. âMhmâ he hummed as he got underneath the blankets. He pulled y/n into him, holding onto her, keeping her grounded.Â
âYou want me to order food?â he asked. She shook her head no. âAre you sure? If you need anything let me knowâ he responded. âI just need you to hold meâ she said. âIâm right hereâ he said, stroking her hair softly.Â
After a while they put on a movie, still holding onto each other, their bodies still pressed against one another. They talked amongst themselves, getting lost in conversation, the movie practically background noise at this point.
Mattâs phone started to ring, a girlâs name popping up on the caller ID. He declined the call without a second thought. âYou could have answered thatâ y/n said. He shrugged his shoulders âitâs 2 am. I know what she wantsâ he said. Y/nâs eyebrows slightly furrowed, âwhat does she want?â she asked. âSex or drugs. Maybe bothâ he responded.Â
Y/n felt a strange twist in her heart. Maybe from the thought of Matt having sex with someone. Or maybe from the idea that she wouldnât be able to trust anyone enough to ever have sex with them.Â
She knew the only person she fully trusted was Matt. She thought about what sex would be like with him before. She never told him. But she had a feeling he wouldnât mind.
Sheâd notice the way he acted every time she sat on his lap. The way he would look at her when it was late at night and tension would naturally build. Or how tense his body would get when she placed kisses on his cheeks sometimes. She didnât think much of it though since Matt was a naturally flirtatious and charismatic person.
There had been multiple times she thought they would cross the line. There was even a time where they had got drunk together when they were 17 and kissed. They pretended it never happened the next day though.
Somewhere along the way he started calling y/n baby. It confused her brain, questioning if people who were just friends called eachother that. But the more and more he called her baby the more and more she didnât care about boundaries. Especially physical ones. He was the only person she let touch her. Only him. She didnât even accept hugs from her parents.
Being touchy with eachother was their thing. Somehow, someway, they were always touching each other. And they both wanted more. More touch. More intimacy. They both just didnât have the guts to admit it out loud.
Basically, the lines were beyond blurred between platonic and non platonic nowadays.
She got quiet, pondering the idea some more. She almost felt unsettled knowing the amount of girls Matt has slept with. It wasnât judgment. She could never judge him. It was jealousy that she failed to disguise, and it was a lot of it.Â
Sex had the power to bring people closer. She didnât like that other girls got to experience such an intimate thing with him. She wanted to be the only one close to him. She wanted to be the only one to feel his touch and bask in his love and affection.
It was hard when he mentioned other girls. Hard to mask her true feelings and pretend like it didnât get under her skin.
âDo you love the girls that you sleep with?â she asked. He was so caught off guard by her question that he immediately looked over at her with a confused expression. âWhy?â he asked. She shrugged her shoulders as her fingers nervously toyed with the blanket. âI donât know. Just wonderingâ she responded.Â
After a moment he spoke, âno, I donât love themâ. Y/n looked up at him, âyou donât?â she asked. He shook his head no. âSo you sleep with people you donât love?â she asked. âIâve only ever loved one person, and that one person is youâ he said.Â
He had told her that before. But never in this context. It made her stomach turn and flip as his words repeated in her head.
She looked away from him again, still fidgeting with the blanket. He observed her energy, noticing how tense she looked. âYou okay?â he asked. She shook her head no. âWhatâs wrong?â he asked. She hesitated, scared to be so honest.
âI just- I wanna be close to youâ she said. He pulled her body further into his, âyou are close to me y/nâ he said. She shook her head, âthatâs not what I meantâ she said. He let his hand rub on her lower back, âwhat are you talking about then?â he asked.Â
She didnât know how to articulate her emotions and thoughts in the way she wanted to. She went silent again, uncertainty taking over. âTell meâ he said, continuing to rub her back.Â
âThe girls you sleep with, they get to be close with you in a way that I never haveâ she finally said. âIâm confused y/nâ he said. âI want to be the only one youâre close with. I want you to touch me like you touch themâ she said. His hand that was rubbing her back came to a halt as he processed what she just said.
âDonât say things like that y/nâ he said. âWhy?â she asked, unaware of the effect she had on him. âBecause, itâs gonna drive me crazyâ he said. She let out a sigh before placing her hand on his chest and letting it slide down his stomach.Â
âItâs not fairâ she said. âWhat isnât fair?â he asked. âI wanna be able to have that experience tooâ she said. Her hand moved down to the waistband of his sweatpants. She noticed his bulge through the fabric. She looked up at him, trying to read his energy.Â
âFriends donât do those kinds of things y/nâ he said. Trying to say the right thing. She frowned, a pout forming on her face. âBut I thought we were best friendsâ she said. He nodded his head, âwe are. But if we do the things you want then itâll change things between usâ he explained.Â
Her hand played with the waistband of his sweatpants some more. His erection completely visible at this point. âMaybe change is goodâ she said. Mattâs jaw clenched, it was getting harder and harder for him to keep his composure with each second passing.Â
She watched him pinch the bridge of his nose, looking almost frustrated or stressed. âWhatâs wrong? You donât want me like that?â she asked. âNo baby, Iâve always wanted youâ he said. She felt her stomach flip, âthen whatâs the problem?â she asked. He shook his head, âthereâs no problemâ he said.Â
She leaned in closer to him, their faces inches apart. âI want you to kiss meâ she said nervously. âFuck, y/nâ he said, his cock leaking precum already. He was so hard just by looking into her eyes. âWeâre not gonna be just friends after thisâ he said. She nodded her head. âI thought you didnât do relationshipsâ she said. âI donât pretty girl. Not with anyone else. Just with youâ he said.Â
âSo then weâre togetherâ she said. He nodded his head, âI only want you, only youâ he said. She smiled, her hand sliding back up his stomach until it reached his face, caressing his cheek. âYouâre 100% sure?â he asked. âYesâ she said before leaning further into him. âKiss me, pleaseâ she said.Â
And then it happened.
He leaned in and pressed his lips into hers. The soft kisses made her melt while adrenaline ran through her body. It felt natural. It felt good... really good.
All the feelings, all the thoughts and emotions theyâd both been suppressing for years were suddenly right there in their face. Both of them started to spiral, everything hitting them at once.
Her thighs squeezed together as Mattâs tongue slid into her mouth. Their saliva mixed together as they sloppily kissed one another. She felt like her body was on fire. And she loved it.
Matt pulled away first, âwas that okay?â he asked. She nodded her head, her cheeks tinted a shade of pink. âYou sure?â he asked. She shook her head yes.
Truthfully the thought of having sex scared her. But she wanted more, she needed more. The way Matt kissed her had her breathing heavy and incredibly needy.
It would be the first time sheâd be touched since the horrible incident with her ex that happened over a year ago occurred. But Matt was her best friend, and now officially her lover, she knew that he would do anything for her.Â
And this was the first time sheâd felt an overwhelming need for more. Where she felt so safe and comfortable to act on her desires without feeling any type of fear. Matt stared at her, practically in a dreamy daze after finally getting to kiss her after all these years.Â
And then she spoke.Â
âCan we do what you and the other girls do?â she asked. Mattâs eyes widened, âI canât do thatâ he said. Her heart sank, âoh, I thought you wanted to be togetherâ she said, embarrassed and vulnerable. His mouth opened like he was going to say something but nothing came out.Â
âSorry, I think I misunderstood this whole thingâ she said, pulling away from him. But he quickly grabbed onto her body and pulled her back into him.Â
âI didnât mean that I wonât touch youâ he said. She stared up into his eyes, listening to his words. âIâll give you what you need baby. I just donât want you to compare yourself to the other girls. It was only lust with them. What Iâm about to do to you isnât from lust. Itâll be from loveâ he said. She nodded her head, her heart starting to beat faster.
Their eyes were locked, both of their bodies heating up. âYouâre the only one I trust, Mattâ she said. He nodded his head, feeling slightly anxious. He wanted this experience to feel safe and secure for her.Â
âIf you have any doubts about this tell me now y/n. I want you to feel safe and comfortableâ he said. âI promise Iâll be okay Mattâ she said.Â
She started with her shirt, stripping down into her bra and underwear. Matt tossed his hoodie onto the floor. Once he was in his boxers he towered over y/n, looking down at her as she laid on the bed.Â
âYou okay?â he asked attentively. âYeahâ she said, staring up at him. âIâm gonna take these off you, is that okay?â he asked, his fingers pulling lightly on her panties. âYeahâ she said.Â
She lifted her hips off the bed to help him pull her panties off easier. He tossed the ball of fabric on the ground. âSit up for me really quickâ he said. Her back lifted off the bed and she sat up. Matt reached around and unclasped her bra with one hand. Her bra was now on the ground with the rest of her clothes.
âLay back down for meâ he said. When her back laid against the bed he slowly parted her legs. He moved his position, his face now directly in front of her entrance. Her breathing quickened, so many emotions ran through her body at once.Â
âHave you touched yourself?â he asked. She shook her head no. âSince when?â he asked. âSince before all that stuff happenedâ she said, referring to her ex. Matt nodded his head, âokayâ he said, trying to process all of this.
The knowledge that he was the first to touch her after what she experienced weighed on him. Matt had been wanting to touch her in this kind of way her for years. And now that the time has come he was focused and on a mission to make her feel good. Wanting to give her the most pleasure possible, give her what she desperately needed while making sure she felt secure and comfortable.
He started to place open mouth kisses on her inner thighs, the feeling making y/n lightheaded. Her hands gripped onto the sheets beneath them as she prepared herself.Â
She got more needy by the second, her body starting to squirm. His hand slid up to her stomach, pressing down slightly, trying to keep her grounded. âMatt, pleaseâ she begged, desperate for some relief. âLet me take my time with you babyâ he said between the kisses he placed on her inner thighs.
His hand moved, he gently slid his fingers through her soaking folds, letting his fingers glide to gather her wetness. Her body squirmed, âstay stillâ he said, his tone soft. His tongue flattened against her sensitive bud, starting to flick it in circles slowly.Â
She gasped and gripped onto his hair, the sensation feeling so good that all she could do was whine and whimper. He licked a slow stripe up her pussy, âMattâ she whined. âYouâre doing so good for meâ he praised, rubbing the bundle of nerves with his finger.Â
âIâm gonna stretch you, it might hurt a little. If you need me to stop just say the words, okay?â he said. She nodded her head, her heart beating fast. He shoved one of his digits inside her pussy, being as gentle as he could.Â
She closed her eyes and tightened the grip she had on the sheets. âYou okay?â he asked. âYeahâ she breathed. He started to penetrate his finger in and out while licking her clit at the same time.Â
He devoured her until her legs were trembling. She pulled on his hair, a whining mess. âMattâ she cried out, her chest rising and falling at a fast pace. Her legs tried to close in around his head but he held onto her thighs, keeping her legs spread.Â
Just as the band in her belly was about to snap, on the verge of an orgasm he pulled away and removed his fingers from the inside of her. She whined, feeling sexually frustrated. He stared down at her, loving the way she looked up at him with desperation.Â
He chuckled at the way she bucked her hips up at him. He lined himself up with her entrance, âyouâre 100% sure?â he asked one last time. âYesâ she said. He pushed the tip in slowly, watching her closely, looking for any sign that she wasnât okay. And when she moaned he pushed in further.Â
He slid in all the way and paused before he continued anymore movement. Her walls squeezed around him causing his jaw to slightly drop. âFuckâ he murmured as he looked to where the bodies connected.Â
After giving her time to adjust he started to move. Her body was melting underneath him, the noises of their juices mixing together sounded like a lullaby to Matt. He felt high, so incredibly high, addicted to her, never wanting to come down.
Y/n was enjoying the feeling of his body on hers. She couldnât get enough, it was satisfying a craving that she thought sheâd never be able to fully fulfill. She gasped as his dick pushed further, deeper, inside of her. His pace became faster.
She was enjoying it, until she came close to dissociating. But Matt knew her. He could see the look in her eye. He knew.Â
âNo- no baby. Focus. Youâre okayâ he said, tapping her cheek with his fingers. The tapping and words stopped her from disappearing into her head. She looked up at him, their eyes locking. âYouâre safe, I got youâ he said. His attentiveness turned her on even more.Â
She dug her nails into his back as he leaned into her, kissing her messily as he slid in and out of her soaking pussy. âMaking such a mess for meâ he said against her lips. She scratched at his back, the mix of pain and pleasure sending Matt into a spiral. He continued to worship her.
âI love- fuck- I love you so muchâ he said kissing her mouth. She gripped onto his biceps, moaning into his mouth. The intense high she felt made her mind numb, losing herself in the pleasure. His tongue swirled around hers as his thrust became more powerful.Â
She moaned uncontrollably as his dick kissed her cervix. âYou can take it baby, doing so wellâ he encouraged. Her walls were enclosed around him so perfectly, so snuggly. He studied her face, learning her body to accommodate what she liked.Â
He grabbed onto her breast, sucking on them lightly as he thrusted inside of her. He slowed his pace, purposefully dragging out long and deep strokes. She let out whimpers as he repeatedly hit her spot over and over. Her body hadnât ever felt this amount of pleasure before. She was drowning in euphoria.
She wanted more, she was delving into feelings she had never experienced before. She tried to hold off her orgasm but failed. A pure and powerful mix of emotions and sensations crashed down on her. Her pussy clenched around him as she let out loud and breathless moans. Matt pushed the hair out of her face, âoh my poor sweet girl, I know, let it out babyâ he coaxed.Â
He pulled out barely in time, strings of cum landing on her bare stomach. âFuckâ he let out as he finished stroking himself. He plopped down next to her, both of them breathing heavy.Â
He stood up after a few seconds and disappeared out of the room before returning with a warm rag. He made sure to be careful and gentle as he cleaned her up.Â
He laid back down and pulled her naked body into his. âHow are you feeling baby?â he asked. She smiled, âIâm good, very goodâ she said. âGoodâ he responded, massaging his fingers into her scalp.Â
âDo you want me to run you a bath or shower? We could shower together and get food afterâ he suggested. She nodded her head, âlet me rest a little first, my body feels weakâ she said. He hugged onto her tighter.Â
She turned around and let him spoon her. They laid there for a few minutes in silence. He kissed onto her bare shoulder over and over. They were equally obsessed with the skin to skin contact.Â
She turned back around to face him. He pulled her body in, needing the closeness. They stared into one anotherâs eyes.Â
âHow are you so good at sex?â she asked. He hesitated, not knowing how to respond without sounding like a man whore. âI have alot of experienceâ he responded truthfully.Â
âWas I good at it?â she asked. A light laugh fell from his lips. âGet out of your head y/nâ he said, aware she was already overthinking. âI just want to know, did it feel good to you?â she said, worrying that he didnât like the sex they just had. âYes baby, you were so good, the bestâ he said in a reassuring tone. Meaning every word.
He held onto her tighter, âall that matters is if you felt goodâ he said. âI did. Really goodâ she said. âAnd safeâ he said. âI felt safeâ she said. He leaned into her, âyou promise?â he said. She nodded her head, âI promiseâ she said with a smile. âYouâll always be safe with me baby, alwaysâ he said before he kissed her lips softly.
author note: tbh I lowkey just made this to cope. consent is key. I love you all. stay sexy and safe!!!
