His hands callous over your knees. You look around the room, trying to listen if there’s any movement from outside.

“Matt…you’re being too loud. It’s gonna be so embarrassing if I have to look your brothers in the eyes if they know what we’re doing right now…”

He lets out some sort of disgruntled whine. The sound vibrates straight to your core, the feeling of built pleasure now starting to fade.

Your body moves before your mind can catch up. You miss what you were feeling just a second ago—the way he kept nudging against that spot—the way you were riding him like you needed it to breathe…because that’s honestly what it felt like.

“God,” he groans.

You immediately let your head fall back, letting out a frustrated sigh. “Shut up, Matt. Please. We need to be quiet and I…I need m-more so…bad…”

With your eyes now squinted shut, you focus on that sensation staggering in your lower tummy. It’s intoxicating. The build of euphoria seems to triple whatever it was before, making you let out small muffled whimpers behind closed lips.

“Oh yeah, look so pretty like this, honey. Shittttt…”

Shut. Up.

It’s what you’re thinking, but you don’t say it.

You can’t say it.

Not when you know the second you open your mouth the most heinous noises will probably seep through. And that will definitely let his brothers know exactly what you’re doing. You’d rather die than experience that sort of embarrassment.

Especially knowing Chris would be the type to joke about it too.

Oh hell no. That can’t happen.

“C’mon…get out of your head, baby. Just let it feel good.”

Matt props himself up by the elbows, his abdomen flexing as he brushes some of the hair out of your face. The new adjustment makes you lean forward just the slightest—causing your puffy clit to grind hard against his pubic bone.

“Oh! Ohhh—“ you nearly lose balance as you try to bite your own hand.

Matt’s not having it. This position…obvious isn’t working.

Plus he’s already been edged by you stopping the first time. Not that it was purposeful, but still—his balls are starting to ache from how badly he needs to cum and this just…isn’t cutting it.

The next noise that hums inside your mouth is utterly sinful. Matt thrusts up into you, clawing possessively on your hips as he rocks himself over and over and over—

“Holy fuckin shit, you’re—squeezing—so tight—argh—“

He’s struggling. The words aren’t the same volume as before, but they’re still too loud. You try to peel his hands off, take control of the situation.

Matt’s not having it.

Not at all.

He takes your hands under his own, plowing himself into you from beneath—hitting that spot so hard that you swear you’re seeing heaven right now, but absolutely nothing about this is holy.

In fact, you go to stretch your palm against his chest, only to fall face first onto him. He doesn’t seem bothered at all, no—just keeps fucking himself up into you like an animal.

“Oh my—fuck! You—close? Ohmygod, sweetheart, I’m so close, need you to—“

“M-Matt, sh-shhh-hhh—“

“Fuck!”

Matt’s head is thrown back. He barely registers the feeling of one of your hands squirming out of his grip as his thrusts become sloppier—sharper but only with the instinct of his hips.

“FUC—“ Matt starts to shout, but his words are then muffled by your palm over his mouth.

And god, it does something to you.

You can feel his breath against your finger, his panting that’s echoed by the slightest touch of his tongue prodding from the corner of his mouth.

You can picture exactly what he looks like as your eyes stay squinted shut from such overwhelming sensations.

And that’s when you fail to be quiet.

“Oh Matt!”

Your entire body convulses. The feeling of your orgasm ripples through you like a hurricane. A flash of binding white light shocks through your entire world as you drool onto his chest.

You hear him muffle something, but your ears were ringing too much to pick up any actual words.

Moments later, you feel what he was trying to say—warm bursts of cum filling up your sore hole as your body rides the after effects of such intense whiplash of pleasure.

You both lay there against each other, utterly exhausted.

Panting turns into even breaths eventually. You feel his heartbeat calm to a normal pattern as you laugh against him.

All that stress and you’re still not even sure if his brothers might’ve heard because…well because you kinda blacked out at some point.

“Hey!” you yelp, pulling your hand away from his mouth as he chews gently on your fingers.

“I’d just like to point out something…” he trails off, pulling you off of him and into his side.

You feel the sticky cum pool and drip slightly out of your pussy, but he knows these moments are important to you. Cleaning the mess can wait.

“I wasn’t actually the loud one towards the end. Someone else…” he gives you a pointed glare,”-was moaning like a pornstar though.”

“Like a pornstar? You idiot, that’s a bit of a stretch,” you laugh.

“Is it? I mean ‘oh my—oh my god, Matt!’”

Your jaw drops as he mocks you. You playfully smack his chest, giggling in chorus with his vibrating chest.

“No but…do you think they heard us though…” you sigh, rolling over on your back and shielding your face with your hands.

Matt leans over. He peels your fingers from your face, planting a kiss on your lips. “I actually don’t, but—if they did, I’ll say we were just watching porn or something.”

“How is that better?!”

“Well what else am I supposed to say?!”

Matt nuzzles you in his arms, kissing all over your face sweetly. You giggle as he blows a raspberry on the side of your neck.

“If they say anything, I’ll make them regret it, don’t worry. They’re just jealous they don’t have their own personal pornstar, baby.”

You scoff. “You’re an idiot.”

“An idiot with a hot ass girlfriend.”

“Shut up before I cover your mouth again.”

“Please do.”

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NAV.

Paige's Notes: I just wrote two fics....and now another one? What is going on lol! This was inspired by this post, shoutout to @underthe1nfluencee ! I love gaining inspo from the community 🙈

your gaze softens as you open the door to see his face, and you take his hand to lead him inside. for some reason, you feel as though you need to be extra gentle with him now, as if you've broken something fragile, so you give him a warm hug before leading him up to your room.

when you both settle on your bed, you hesitate before giving chris another hug. 

“hey,” you mumble into his shoulder.

“hi,” he responds. “why d’you keep hugging me?”

“oh!” you giggle softly and pull back. “i don't know. feels like i owe it to you right now.”

“hm.” he looks down at his lap, pretending to be focused on a loose thread on his sweatpants, but you can see the way his jaw is ticking. you've known him long enough to be able to tell when he's bothered about something.

“chris—”

“you wanna, uh, watch a movie or something?” he interrupts you with an easy smile, as if he isn't aware of the tension between you two. you know he is, but you return the smile and grab the tv remote, tossing it onto his lap.

“sure. you pick something.”

you cover the both of you with the fluffy blanket on your bed and lean your head on chris's shoulder as he picks out eternal sunshine of the spotless mind, a movie that he and you have watched together countless times.

but you can't make it through more than twenty minutes before you sigh and mumble, “chris?”

“yeah?”

“we need to talk.”

you can feel his body stiffen next to you. he doesn't pause the movie, just turns the volume down until the actors’ voices are a faint hum beneath your own.

“okay.” he says.

“about the sleepover.” 

chris nods, but doesn't meet your eye. 

“i just need to know you're not… mad at me or anything.” you continue.

“mad at you?” he looks over at you with surprise. “no. it was… it was fun.”

“really? it wasn't, like, overwhelming?”

“well, it was. but in a good way.” there's a slight pause before chris speaks again, “and your friends are really pretty…”

you smile and lean closer to him. your voice drops to barely above a whisper as you say, “yeah? you liked getting played with by all those pretty girls?”

you can see chris's cheeks turning pink as he nods slowly. you slowly climb onto his lap, leaving him enough time to push you away if he wants. he doesn’t.

“what was your favourite part?” you ask.

“um, i liked… at the start, when everyone was crowding ‘round me and touching me…”

“yeah? what else?” you tilt his chin up to force him to meet your eye.

“um, it's kinda weird, but… when i got slapped… that felt really good.”

you smile and stroke his hair encouragingly. “yeah, i could tell that caught you by surprise a little.”

his cheeks are bright red now, so you choose not to push him any further.

“you know i was just being nice, though. when i shared you with my friends.” you whisper.

chris's eyes widen briefly, but he says nothing.

“cause you're all mine, yeah? my best friend.”

he nods quickly, and you can see his chest rising and falling a little faster. you stroke his pink cheek, and he leans into your touch.

“you're so cute. i love how you just go along with anything.” you mutter, mostly to yourself.

“what do you mean?”

“you were so calm that night, even when the girls got a little rough with you. and now, when you had the chance to be mad at me, you weren’t. such a good boy.”

chris whines softly and grips your shirt. you tilt your head down, your lips just inches away from his before you pause.

the two of you have never kissed before. you've flirted, but the sleepover was the first time anything had come to fruition. although that didn't feel quite so intimate as it does tonight, just the two of you, alone in your room, your lips mere seconds away from meeting. 

chris interrupts your thoughts by sighing and closing the distance, pressing his soft lips to yours. your lashes brush his freckled cheeks as you close your eyes and lean into him, and you can hear him whimpering softly into the kiss.

“chris,” you lean back and mumble against his lips, reaching between you and tugging at the waistband of his sweats. he looks up at you with wide eyes, as if to make sure you really want this, before pushing the sweats down just enough to free his aching cock. when you look up at him, he can't meet your eye. 

“look at me, puppy.”

his cock twitches at the pet name, and he looks up at you with red cheeks. “why do you always call me that?”

“cause you're cute. like a puppy.”

he whines and rests his forehead against your shoulder. you hear a faint “please” escape him, so you decide not to make him wait any longer. as you wrap your hand around his cock and slowly start stroking, he lets out a quiet squeak and buries his face in your chest.

“yeah? that feel good?” you coo softly into his ear.

chris nods and reaches up to hold onto your shoulders, whimpering quietly against your skin. you continue to please him for a few minutes, but before he can cum, you shift off his lap and lean against the headboard, your legs spread out in front of you. 

chris’s eyes widen and he tries to stifle his disappointment as you pull away. he stays where he's sitting, waiting for a signal from you, and when you pat your thigh, he quickly crawls over and climbs onto your lap. 

“kiss me again,” you whisper. chris wastes no time attaching his lips to yours.

he's so gentle with you, one hand stroking your hair and the other lightly squeezing your waist. you can't decide if it makes you want to reciprocate the softness or get rougher with him. 

you reach around and lift the bottom of his shirt up, gently scratching up his back with your nails. chris shivers and parts his lips from yours for a second to sigh softly, shifting even closer to you until your chests are pressed firmly together.

your hand trails down his back and dips into his sweats, lower. you grope at his ass with both hands, gently kneading the supple flesh. chris gasps and his back straightens involuntarily when he feels your fingers slide between his cheeks.

“what are you doing?” he whines quietly.

“shh…” you use your free hand to push his head down into the crook of your neck as your middle finger circles his hole.

but chris pushes back to sit up fully, shaking his head at you with wide eyes. “you can't… i've never…”

“puppy,” you pout in feigned disappointment. “you can't try for me? i promise it'll be so good.”

he frowns and leans in close to you again, hiding his face in your chest as he mumbles, “i can’t… it’s gonna hurt…”

you tut in disapproval. “don't be silly, i’m not gonna let you be in pain. not unless you wanna be.” you giggle, but chris shakes his head and presses his face further into your tits.

“just… be nice.” he whispers.

“of course, baby.” you hold onto him with one hand as you lean over and rummage through the drawer in your side table for your bottle of lube. you spread some of it across your fingers before reaching back down for his unused hole.

he lets out a shaky sigh as the cold liquid makes contact with his skin. his fingers curl around the low neckline of your tank top for support as he feels your finger circling his rim.

“can you take a big breath for me?” you whisper. chris barely opens his mouth before you're sliding your finger inside. you push in slowly until the knuckle, and chris lets out a surprised moan.

“that's one. how's it feel?”

“mmh…” chris tries, but he can't verbalise how he feels. there's a dull pain in the stretch, but the warmth and fullness are the perfect distraction. he simply nods his head to signal you to continue.

you eventually push in a second, and then a third finger. chris takes you so well, holding onto you tightly as he tries to regulate his breathing. when you curl your fingers and start to pump them in and out, he whimpers and clenches around you.

after a few minutes, chris is fully relaxed against you, whining sweetly in your ear. you use your free hand to gently stroke his hair and pull him away from your chest to get his attention.

“chris, i wanna show you something.”

his eyes follow your hand as you reach into your side table and pull out a pink dildo attached to a series of straps and buckles. 

his wide eyes flit between the strap-on and you, trying to wrap his head around your proposal.

“it's nothing to be scared of, i promise.”

“i can't… i can't take that.” his voice is timid and weak as he shakes his head decidedly.

“i know you can, puppy. remember, i said i'm not gonna let you be in pain. i've kept up my promise so far, haven't i?”

chris can't deny that, nor can he deny the longing feeling rising in his chest, or the way his cock twitches against his tummy as he visualises you wearing the strap.

after a few more minutes of reassuring discussion, you finally coax chris onto his hands and knees below you. his face is buried in the pillow as he arches his back to present himself to you.

“i’m gonna go slow, okay? promise.”

he nods and grips the pillow as he feels you tap the head of the strap-on against his lubricated hole. his mouth drops open as you slowly push inside; he can feel every inch of you stretching him out, creating a sensation so overwhelming he can do nothing but hide his face in the pillow and arch his back further.

you give chris a second to adjust before slowly pulling out and pushing in again, starting a gentle rhythm to ease him into it.

you keep that slow pace up for a few minutes before chris lifts his head from the pillow and turns to look at you over his shoulder. tears are streaming from his eyes, the wetness smeared across his cheeks from where his face was pressed into the pillow.

“you okay, baby?”

he frowns. “feels so good, but… wanna be closer to you…”

your heart melts at the innocent request, and soon enough chris is laying on his back beneath you, looking up at you with those wide puppy eyes as you ease back inside him.

“this better? this what you wanted?” you pant as you start picking up the pace at which you fuck him.

he nods as the tears build up again, and this time he can't hold them back. he wraps his arms around you and pulls you close, sobbing into your chest as he clings onto you.

“oh, puppy… is it too much?”

“no! don't stop…”

“you're crying ‘cause it feels good?”

you feel him nod aggressively against your skin, so you keep going, a little harder now. his moans start to get louder, and you can feel his thighs trembling underneath you.

you sit up again and chris slowly blinks his eyes open, immediately focusing in on your tits bouncing in his face. his mouth drops open slightly and his eyes glaze over as he shamelessly ogles you, which elicits a giggle from you.

“what are you looking at, baby?”

he doesn’t speak, just curls his fingers around the low neckline of your tank top, tugging it down slightly as he looks up at you with wide, questioning eyes.

“can you say please?” 

“please… need it…” he whines.

“go on, then.”

chris lifts both hands to free your breasts from your tank top, and his jaw drops as a needy moan escapes him. you lean over him and he immediately attaches his lips to one of your nipples, reaching up to grope and squeeze at the other.

you moan at the soft warmth of his mouth on you, and your thrusts inside him become slower but deeper, more forceful. chris whines and bucks his hips upward, grinding his hips against nothing.

you feel one of chris’s hands leave its place on your tit, and you glance down to see him stroking his neglected cock, blissfully oblivious to your scrutinising glare. 

“hey! you think that's fucking allowed? you're funny.” you laugh, but there’s no humour behind it, only a mild bemusement in the face of his boldness. you grip his wrist and pin it behind his head. his eyes fly open and he stutters in surprise.

“sorry… i didn't know, wasn't even thinking… it just felt good…”

“yeah? felt good, huh?” you punctuate your words with harsh thrusts into him. “you sayin’ i’m not making you feel good enough, is that it?”

“no! no, it's so good! i’m sorry!” now the tears are starting again, but you're not buying it.

“you trying to get slapped again?”

chris falls silent. no protests, no whining. you can barely even hear his breaths. 

“answer me.”

“yes… i mean, no, i wasn't trying to, but… please…”

“please? you're askin’ for it now?”

chris reaches up to wipe his tears with the heel of his hand. “i don't know… it felt really good last time… i don’t know why, i’m sorry…”

you slow down your thrusts as you consider the boy beneath you. he seems like he means it, like he really wants it.

“you sure?” your voice is softer now. chris nods quickly, and you reach up to gently stroke his cheek. he flinches slightly as your hand makes the gentle contact, which makes you giggle.

“you’re sure you’re sure?”

“please…” he whines, frowning and closing his eyes.

“okay. you asked for it.” you shrug before slapping him across the face, with enough force to turn his head fully to the side.

he cries out, a strange sound of both pleasure and pain, as his tears start to stream again. he reaches up to rub at his cheek, whimpering softly.

“again…” you barely hear his weak, whiny command.

“you serious? again?”

chris nods, closing his eyes as he turns his head back towards you.

you smack him across the other side of the face, and this time he just pants softly, looking back up at you with teary eyes that tug at your heartstrings.

“chris… you okay?” 

“yeah…” he smiles through the tears. “it feels so good.”

“you're weird.” you giggle and lean down to kiss his cheek, soothing the stinging burn on his skin. he tilts his head to lean into the touch, and soon your lips are on his, kissing him with a tenderness entirely departed from the harsh marks you just left on his cheeks.

as the two of you make out, you start to roll your hips into him again, pushing the strap-on further inside him. chris whines into the kiss and reaches down to grip your waist. you lower your body fully on top of his so that you can feel him rutting his hips upwards into you, his cock sliding between your bodies.

he pulls away from the kiss but keeps his face close to yours, avoiding your eye as he whines desperately. you lift yourself up to find his cock throbbing against his tummy, the tip a vibrant red, with precum already smeared all over his skin.

“are you close, baby?” you ask quietly. 

chris nods and tries to pull you close to him again. you dig your hands into the strong flesh of his thighs, lifting and holding them against his stomach. the new position lets you hit a deeper spot inside the needy boy, and you take his surprised moan as a sign to pick up the pace a little until he’s writhing beneath you, gasping for air.

“can you look at me when you cum?” when chris nods eagerly, you smirk and double down. “yeah? you can? good boy…”

that pushes him over the edge.

“fuck… thank you, thank you!” he almost squeals as he finally cums, the thick white ropes painting his stomach and yours as he forces himself to keep his needy eyes on you. after a minute of watching him catch his breath, you slide out of his gaping hole, leaving him sighing heavily beneath you.

“you okay, chris?”

“yeah.” his voice is hoarse when he answers, and he reaches out his arms for you until you're sitting on his lap again.

this time he initiates the kiss, clutching at your shirt and letting out occasional tired whines as his soft lips mingle with yours, puffy from where they had been bitten or pressed together.

“all mine. can you say it for me?” you whisper.

“i’m all yours…” chris mumbles against your lips, pulling you even closer to him.