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kinktober '25 p! links

synopsis. various nsfw links paired with dark and some milder tropes. you must be logged into your account to view these. viewer discretion is advised. side note, some of the captions of these videos are a bit graphic. i did not make them. just ignore.

an. this isn’t following the order of my kinktober list but oh well. SECOND NOTE: THESE ARE ALL ACTORS THAT WERE POSTED ON A REGULATED SITE. EVERYTHING IS BETWEEN CONSENTING ADULTS??? NATURALLY? it's all just fantasy/roleplay!

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previous << lack of boundaries pt iii

ᡣ its ok if as long as it's not inside, right? ᡣ masked man + cnc ᡣ breeding + size kink + mild ass play ᡣ desk pet ᡣ morning sex ᡣ (tw) public sex in the train ᡣ deeeeep breeding ᡣ (tw) ghostface ᡣ somno ᡣ stuck! ᡣ fingering both holes ᡣ pussy eating in his car

locking you in place while he plays with you ᡣ he doesn't care if you tap out ᡣ toys ᡣ riding ᡣ public sex ᡣ pounding + hair pulling ᡣ fingering + pussy play ᡣ groping + rough sex ᡣ 69 ᡣ pussy eating ᡣ fucking sideways ᡣ full nelson + breeding + anal ᡣ he won't let you play your game... ᡣ doggy position ᡣ titty fuck

dryhumping ᡣ thigh fucking ᡣ cunnilingus ᡣ reverse cowgirl ᡣ no moving away ᡣ somno pt. ii ᡣ how he makes you give him head ᡣ fingering ᡣ groupsex ᡣ mutual masturbation ᡣ size difference ᡣ tummy bulge ᡣ using you as stress relief after work ᡣ sex in the woods ᡣ riding and breeding

no one's coming to save you. no one's going to hand you the dream life. no one's responsible for building your confidence but you.

the girls who seem unbothered, untouchable, glowing from the inside out? they weren’t born like that. they built it. habit by habit. choice by choice. day by day.

you can too. here’s how.

habit 1: doing hard things without overthinking

comfort is the enemy. every time you hesitate, you lose a little confidence. train yourself to act before your brain talks you out of it. send the text. post the video. apply for the thing you’re scared of. the more you act without begging fear for permission, the stronger you get.

habit 2: showing up when motivation dies

motivation is fake. you need discipline. the girls who glow differently show up on the days they don’t feel like it — and that’s what sets them apart. tired? you move. bored? you move. scared? you move anyway.

habit 3: keeping promises to yourself

confidence is self-trust. every time you say you’ll do something and you actually follow through? you’re telling yourself: “i can count on me.” it’s not about the big wins — it’s the tiny habits stacking up quietly until one day, you're untouchable.

habit 4: not explaining your standards

“no” is a full sentence. you don’t owe anyone a five-minute speech about why you’re protecting your peace. high standards scare people who benefit from you having none — let them be scared.

habit 5: falling in love with being underestimated

let them think you’re too quiet, too soft, too much, too extra. stay lowkey and over-deliver. move in silence, then let them choke on their own surprise when you become everything they said you couldn’t be.

letting matt and chris fuck you after their boston show.

pairings: doppelgänger!Milkman x fem!Reader

summary: the aftermath of letting him in

pt.I

(art credits: @yunonoaii)

warnings: 18+ content

when will enough be enough?

when will you get so sick and tired of the harmful habits that you keep doing? "it's just this once." "this is the last time." but it's not. you know it's not.

so how do you finally get out of these self-destructive habits and finally let yourself be the version of yourself that you want to be? deserve to be. no matter what you think, you deserve to do better for yourself.

you have to be conscious of the feeling that this behavior is giving you.

comfort is the feeling it gives me.

you must find a different way to comfort yourself. crochet, reading, sports, friends, naps, journaling, and baking are just a few examples of non-destructive behaviors that may give you the same feeling of comfort.

in my case i know that when i do my self-destructive behaviors it's because i want to feel comforted by something, and the behavior is the easiest thing to do. it gives me an instant feeling of relief. but the feeling i have afterwards is the worst. the guilt could eat me alive. so instead i do horseback riding. it gives me a feeling a comfort (while simultaneously pushing me out of my comfort zone) and belonging. when i do horseback riding i think of nothing else but riding.

you may not have anything else that brings you comfort or soothes your soul in the moment like the self-destructive behavior you are doing. so you have to make an effort to find one.

if you don't you will never change and become the person you deserve to be.

You are NOT dumb, ugly, unskilled, or unlucky. Greatness comes with effort. Girls that seem effortlessly perfect are the ones who put the most effort into themselves. The key to being the best version of yourself is simple but overlooked.

Be the best version of yourself with only 5 steps.

𓂅⋆ small ways to improve ୭ 🧷 ✧ ˚. ᵎᵎ 🎀

here are some small habits that you can start doing :) they aren’t that intense— they only require consistency, and in my opinion are a great way to take the first step into your self improvement journey ♡

1. leave the phone out of the bathroom 🫧 ⊹₊

— this reduces the amount of time you spend in the bathroom and takes away a bit of screen time too!

— keeping your phone in the bathroom can make your device incredibly dirty and exposes it to a bunch of germs and bacteria

— sitting on the toilet longer than needed can lead to unnecessary pressure on your rectum

2. try to dedicate your bed for sleeping 💭 *.✦

— a good but simple habit to have is to only use your bed when sleeping. try to avoid studying, eating, or passing time in bed

— your brain may not be able to associate your bed with sleeping when you’re doing too many activities while sitting in bed, which can make it difficult for you to sleep

— experts say staying bed for too long can disrupt your mood and increases stress

— doing the same activities while sitting at a desk will most likely make you feel more productive as opposed to you doing them in your bed

3. try to spend the first 15 minutes of the day without your phone 🗒️ ⋆⁺₊

— getting on your phone and using a stimulating app like TikTok first thing in the morning overwhelms your dopamine and will only make you want more and more throughout the day

it’s not about setting a time to begin your studies, it’s more effective to set a time you wish to have all your work done by.

invest in a whiteboard. trust me, it makes everything so much more fun.

need help getting motivated? do one to three small and quick tasks you consider productive before sitting down to study. that’ll motivate you to do your work since you’re already on a roll.

you don’t have to see the workday as 12 hours. a lot of us feel like when we mess up early on in the day, the day is ruined and the only time we’ll get to try again is tomorrow. that’s not true, so stop seeing a day as one long period of time and start thinking of it in terms of halves or quarters. you procrastinated all morning? that’s okay, there are still so many quarters of the day left. quarter one was a fail, sure, but that doesn’t mean quarter two, three, and so forth have to be.

this one shifted my mindset: I was told to see studying and the knowledge I’d gain from it like a muscle. if you use it— practicing equations, working on problems, doing assignments —it’ll grow stronger. if you don’t, it’ll weaken. in other words, don’t think of studying as something you have to do. think of it as practicing your knowledge to make it stronger.

if you have a dictionary in your home, find it, keep it within reach, and actively use it. drop the habit of googling words, it may be quicker but getting used to using a dictionary will not only help you learn the words you had in mind but will also expose you to words you had no idea existed. a simple but great way to start expanding your vocabulary.

after you’ve already completed the mandatory studying and homework, try studying without using technology. it can be fun and is a great way to challenge what you know if most of your studies depend on devices. challenge yourself once in a while to have a completely offline study session as a way of having a refreshing session.

don’t study until you get it right study until you can’t get it wrong. use free online practice work sheets and questions to help you be sure in your knowledge.

have a mini routine before you dive into your study session. like how people have a morning routine, make it a habit to maybe put your hair up, apply chapstick, and fill a mug with your favorite drink before you study. anything that’ll tell you that it’s now officially study time.

summary: matt has the worst attitude all day, and when you two finally get home he has the nerve to ask you to touch him which you obviously deny, making him get himself off infront of you.

contains: sub!matt, male masturbation, slighttt humiliation, teasing, matt with an attitude, pathetic!matt, swearing, fluff.

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7:32pm

matt sits beside me in bed, fidgeting with the hem of his shirt as i scroll through my phone. i'm wearing nothing but a small brandy melville pyjama set. matts favourite.

on a quiet night alone with matt like tonight, we'd usually be pouncing on eachother the first chance we get, but were not.

Chris Sturniolo!bf x f!reader

WARNINGS : smut, phone sex, FaceTime, tapping it on the screen, established relationship, lots of dirty talk, mutual masturbation, mentions of breeding! mentions of spitting (in mouth) usage of “slut”

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IN WHICH.. after a rough day and missing Chris while he’s away, What starts as playful teasing to cheer you up, quickly turns intense. Chris guides you through the heat of the moment, making the distance between you feel like nothing.

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second tumblr post! word count : 4.4k ♡

Any day without Chris' arms around you late at night felt like something was missing, similar to the last piece to a nearly finished puzzle, the one that had made everything click into place.

You'd gotten used to his warmth, the way his body seemed to fit against yours so perfectly, the steady beat of his heart slowly lulling you to sleep every night without fail. Being in his arms made you feel safe, loved, and wanted. With each breath, each beat of his heart, you felt your mind grow quiet and your body relax, as if each hum of his heart was him whispering "i love you' over and over.

You knew him going on this brand deal trip had been a good idea for the channel, and you knew that it had already been planned months in advance, but missing him was hard, and missing him was painful. It was only supposed to be a few days now, but each one seemed to drag on longer than the last and it made you relentlessly question if the clock was against you, if time moved slower than it actually did.

Just the night before he had left, his arms had been curled around you and you had been resting on top of his chest, his fingers combing through your hair. Everything had been perfect, everything had felt complete. But tonight, you were alone, and it felt like the quiet of the room echoed louder than it should.

Your day at work had been a full-on nightmare—endless tasks, long hours, all of it seemed to last forever. Every email you had sent felt as if it was another weight added onto your shoulders, and every conversation felt like it had drained every ounce of energy from you. Even now, the fluorescent lights of the office still lingered in your eyes, making your head throb with a dull ache.

Usually, you would come home to Chris, the soft sound of his voice greeting you, followed by his arms pulling you into a warm embrace. He would hold you close, put on a random film and snuggle into you, his hands always wandering to your thighs. He would rub his palms on them, cursing at how soft your skin was while smiling at you, and with that, he would lean in to kiss your forehead as you would drift off.

But tonight was different. The apartment was cold without him, the sheets of your shared bed empty and frigid.

With a sigh, you pick up your phone, swiping up to enter your password.

Your thumb hovers over Chris' name in your contacts; needing to hear his voice, needing him to somehow fill the empty space in your chest, the same emptiness lingering throughout the entire apartment.

Without thinking too much, you press call.

The phone rings only twice before Chris picks up and upon the first word he speaks, you can hear the smile in his voice, immediately warm and familiar.

"Hey, sweetheart, wasn't expecting you to call so early, what's up?"

Sinking into your bed, you let out a heavy sigh, letting your gaze drift upward to the ceiling fan, its quiet hum the only other noise in your quiet apartment.

"Hey," you reply, your voice barely above a whisper, the word catching in your throat. You clear your throat, trying to dislodge the lump that's formed there, and continue, "I needed to hear your voice, I miss you."

As the words leave your lips, you feel a slight tremble in your voice, something that your boyfriend, Chris would never dare to let slide.

There's a pause on the other end, and when he speaks again, his tone is softer, full of concern. "I miss you too, you alright, baby?"

You nod, even though he can’t see it, your eyes fluttering shut as you take in his warm voice. "Just… it’s been a rough day," you admit, curling into your blanket. "I can’t stop thinking about you, Chris. It’s so hard without you here."

You hear him chuckle from the other side of the phone, his voice still soft and concerned, "I wish I could be there with you right now. You know I’d make it all better, right?"

"I know," you murmur, your lips pursing. "I just miss everything about you. I miss your arms around me, I miss your smell."

He lets out a light, teasing laugh, cutting out slightly over the phone as he inhales afterward. "My smell, huh? Really, ma? You miss the way I smell?" He chuckles his laugh sweet, "You sure it’s not just my cologne you’re missing?"

You shake your head as he talks, sitting up and propping your back against your headboard, a smile finding its way onto your face. "No," you say pausing as you try to sound serious, "It's you. It's just you."

You smile as Chris lets out another laugh, his voice playful, "Well, well, aren’t you the romantic." He pauses, letting out another soft giggle. "You must really be going crazy without me, huh? Can’t even sleep without my scent on your pillow."

Without thinking you laugh, slapping your hand down onto your comforter as you giggle, "Shut up, it's not funny!"

"It’s a little funny," he teases, his voice husky. "There's that laugh I love," he murmurs.

His words settle in your chest, and a warmth spreading through you. "You’re ridiculous," the smile tugging at your lips as you talk. "But I missed you, I missed you so much."

"I know, baby, I miss you too," he murmurs, chuckling. "Maybe I should become a therapist, I should start charging you for daily sessions with how fast I brought that smile back."

You roll your eyes as you let out another small laugh, raising an eyebrow. "Oh yeah? What's the payment plan like? Not sure I can afford daily, maybe weekly."

"Depends," Chris pauses and there's a silence on the other end of the phone.

After a few seconds, a low chuckle leaves his lips. "You offering cash, or are we talking.. other forms of payment?"

You smile, licking your lips and leaning your head back to rest against the headboard. "Wow, so nasty of you to be talking like this when your brothers are god knows where."

You hear rustling for a moment over the phone before you hear Chris chuckle again, the sound absolutely adorable. "I may be a little dirty, but I'm still a gentleman," He whispers, his voice like velvet even despite the crackles of the air in the background as he speaks.

You can almost hear the heat in his voice and it burns you even through all of the distance, leaving tingles on your body as he continues, "Matt and Nick went out, some stupid costume store for a video idea. They're going to be gone for a while, and I have to admit, I'm kind of glad."

His voice drops to a low, husky tone, sending shivers down your spine. "I was thinking about you baby, and I couldn't focus on anything else."

You feel a warm blush rise to your cheeks as you hear his words through the phone, your pulse beating faster, so loud you can nearly hear it through your ears. "What were you thinking about?" You ask curiously, soft grin reaches your face and your hands begin to toy with themselves as you lay the phone on your lap to listen.

"I was thinking about how your breath hitches when I do that thing with my tongue, and how your fingers would dig into my back when I do that thing with my hands."

"How your back arches when I fuck you," He pauses, his voice exasperated. "When I tell you to keep looking me in the eyes while you take my cock in that dripping pussy of yours."

His words leave you breathless and full of desire. You can feel your face burning with heat, your nipples hardening against the fabric of your top with every word he speaks, as if his words are urging you to want him even more than you already do.

"Chris..." You whisper, his name barely audible over the sound of your own ragged breathing.

"Yeah, baby?"

"I want you," you finally manage to say, your voice barely above a whisper. "I want you so bad, Chris."

"I want you, let me see you, baby," You hear him lick his lips, his breathing just as loud as yours. Turn on your camera, can I see your pretty face?"

You smile, pressing the familiar FaceTime button, and as the camera flickers to life, you adjust yourself to fit in frame, the soft light from your room casting a glow over your features, putting them on full display for him.

Chris' camera flutters to life soon after, you see him in the corner of the screen.

The first thing you notice is his hair, tousled and messy as if he's been running his fingers through it out of habit. The soft lights of his hotel room and the sunset outside of his window catch faint golden undertones onto his skin, making him look like an absolute dream.

His jawline catches the light when he shifts slightly to look closer at you, the shadow of his stubble visible to you as a grin forms at the corners of his mouth, a grin that's just for you.

He looks absolutely perfect, in fact, you weren't even sure how a person could manage to look that good during every second of the day until you had met him.

The most amazing part? He was all yours.

His voice pulls you back to reality, warm and teasing. "See something you like, or are you just gonna keep staring, baby?"

You roll your eyes, though the blush creeping up your neck betrays you. "Oh, please," you tease. "You’re the one who wanted to see me."

Chris leans a little closer to his screen, his piercing blue eyes sharpening as he takes you all in. His eyes travel over your frame, lingering for a moment before his lips part slightly, his voice dropping just a bit. "I mean, can you blame me? Look at you."

His eyes trail over you slowly, and then he pauses, his lips curling into a smirk. "Wait a second... Is that my shirt?"

You glance down, your fingers instinctively brushing over the soft fabric, the only thing you were wearing a side from your underwear, "What if it is?" you ask, arching a brow, trying to sound casual despite the sudden flutter of your pulse in your chest.

His laughter comes easy, warm and deep. "You’re unbelievable," he mutters, but there’s something softer behind his tone. "I was wondering where that went."

Relaxing a bit, Chris leans back slightly, running a hand through his hair, but his gaze never leaves you. When he speaks again his voice is soft but teasing, "You know, you wearing my shirt like that? It's not fair."

"Fair?" you repeat, tilting your head with a playful smile. "What’s not fair about it?"

Chris sighs, tugging at his hair,"The fact that I’m sitting here wishing I could take it off you myself."

"Maybe if you were here, I’d let you," you murmur, your eyes locked onto his.

"Don’t tease me like that, baby." You watch as his tongue licks around his lips, his eyes laced with desire, "You know I’d do it in a heartbeat."

"Who’s teasing?" you reply softly, your fingers toying with the hem of the shirt. There’s a moment of silence, charged with electricity, before you meet his gaze again. "What if I took it off right now?"

Chris’s breath hitches audibly, his confidence momentarily faltering as his eyes darken. "Don’t say that if you don’t mean it," he murmurs, his voice low and rough.

Adrenaline and desire course through you as you slowly lift the hem of the shirt, just enough to tease him, right below your breasts, allowing them to peek out, just a little bit. His reaction is immediate—his eyes are glued to the screen, his jaw falling open as he takes in the sight of you. .

"Your turn," you say softly, smiling as you tease him. Your hands reach up to rub at your tits, the hem just covering your nipples.

Within an instant, Chris shuffles slightly letting the camera fall to the side of the bed. You hear the sound of fabric sliding against his skin and a moment later, he picks up the phone resting it on top of his stomach, one of his arms behind his head as he props it up to see you rubbing your tits for him.

Suddenly, he angles the camera even further down, revealing a very obvious bulge in his boxers. His boxers are tight against his cock and you feel yourself nearly drool as the outline of his hard dick is directly on display in front of you, straining against the fabric.

You watch as his fingers trail over the waistband of his boxers, teasing you just as much as you’ve been teasing him. He’s still staring at you, waiting for your next move.

Your hands move instinctively, pulling your shirt off, your tits falling out from underneath his shirt. You reach over, letting it fall to the side of the bed as you arch your back slightly, giving him a better view, as your fingertips trail across your bare chest. His eyes seem to devour you from the screen, and you know he’s getting just as impatient as you are.

You drag your fingers down your body, feeling the slight shiver of anticipation in your fingertips. The way his eyes stay locked on you makes your pulse race faster, a part of you already craving him even more. You glance, making sure he’s watching as your hand moves lower, slipping down to rub against your thighs, just as he would if he were with you.

His breath hitches as you continue rubbing yourself, the sound of his voice a low growl in your ears, even with the static from the call.

"God, you're so fucking beautiful."

His breath is hoarse as you see his hand slide down his body, down his abs as he rubs them for you through the phone, just as you would.

"I want you to take those panties off, please baby. Let me see all of you."

His words stir something deep inside you, and without thinking twice, you push your pants down, dragging them past your thighs, over your hips. Your heart races as you make sure he’s watching, feeling the weight of his gaze as you slowly expose yourself to him, piece by piece, just like a puzzle.

His eyes glisten as he watches you take them off, his mouth open, full of drool as you open your legs for him, placing the camera directly in front of your pussy.

"God, fuck. You're so fucking wet."

His words send shivers down your spine as you feel your body heat up, the anticipation of what's to come making your heart race. You watch him on the screen, his hand still rubbing his abs, his eyes locked on the camera pointed at your pussy.

"I want you to touch yourself, show me how much you want me," he murmurs as his hands slide further down his body. He smiles, angling the camera right below his bulge as he begins to rub on his v-line.

With instinct, your right hand slides up your body slowly. Your hands slide against your thighs, your stomach, all the way up to your mouth where you silently spit into your hand.

Your hand slides back down your body, your fingertips brushing against your needy clit, so wet and so wanting.

"Wish I was there, my god.. I would spit in that beautiful mouth and make you use that to rub yourself," he murmurs. Your eyes stay trained on his and on his body as he slides his boxers down, his cock springing out from under them.

His words are like a drug to you, making you even more aroused. You moan into the phone, your breath coming in short gasps. Your eyes follow his cock as he spits onto his hand in the same way, his hand sliding to hold the base of his cock.

With a small chuckle, he positions his phone to be right below it. You can see how big he is, how thick he is. He smiles, leaning his cock forward gently to tap it directly onto the camera.

The head of his cock hits the camera with a loud thud three times, you can hear how hard he is.

"Do you like what you see, baby?" he asks, his voice low and seductive as his cock stands straight up, his fingers beginning to slowly stroke against his rigid shaft.

“Do you like it when I slap this dick on this camera for you, just like how I should be slapping it against your clit while I make you cum for me with my fingers.”

He continues to tease you, slowly stroking his cock as he talks dirty to you. "I bet you wish you were here with me, don't you? Feeling my hot cum on your tongue."

His words cause you to rub your clit even faster, your hands diving into your wet folds as you watch him stroke himself.

He leans in closer to the camera, his cock just inches from the lens.

"Mmm, you're such a dirty girl, aren't you?"

He moans, biting on his lips as he watches you pleasure yourself to him. "You love watching me jerk off over the phone for you, don't you?"

He gives a slight thrust of his hips, his cock twitching in his hand. "I bet you'd love to taste it, wouldn't you? To have my cock in your mouth, down your throat, choking on it as I fuck your face."

You moan, murmuring yes a thousand times as you rub your puffy wet pussy for him, your breath hitching every second with just how good he makes you feel.

"Take your fingers and slide them into your wet pussy, baby," he moans out, his hand working magic on his cock as he strokes it even faster for you.

You can see so much precum, so much of his spit running down the sides of it with every stroke he makes. You can't help but wish that it was your spit, that his precum was deep down your throat, and looking at him, that's all you can think about.

You wish you could run your tongue against the shaft of his dick, you wish his hand could be replaced with yours. You wish it was your mouth he was fucking into instead of his hand, wishing that it was your pussy making him feel that divine.

He groans as he sees you slide your fingers inside of your pussy, smiling with his tongue over his teeth as he sees you begin to finger yourself.

You moan softly, arching your back as you push your fingers deeper into your wetness. You glance down at the phone, watching his eyes follow your every move. You can see the lust in his gaze, the desire to be with you right now.

"Oh fuck," he breathes, his voice thick with need. "I wish I was there with you."

The tip of his cock swells, his shaft hard and rigid, just aching for you, and his hand immediately picks up the pace on his cock as he imagines that your fingers inside of you is his cock instead, fucking you so deep.

"I want to fuck you so bad," he whispers, voice strained with desire. "I want to feel your tight pussy wrapped around my cock, milking me dry."

He groans, his hips thrusting forward as if he could push his cock through the screen and into you, if only it were that simple.

"I want to breed you," he whispers, his voice thick with desire as he pumps his cock with his hand, stroking it so good for you. "I want to fill your pretty pussy with my cum and make a baby with you."

“tell me you want that”

You gasp, your fingers only moving faster at the mention of having his cum inside of you, spilling out onto your thighs. "Oh god, yes Chris, I want you to breed me.” you moan, slipping your fingers out of your warmth to rub at your swollen clit again in large circles.

You can hear him taking deep breaths on the other end of the line, trying to control his voice from faltering as he rapidly strokes his cock for you. "I wish I was there with you," he says again, his voice strained.

"I would cum inside you, I would cum in you and then I would finger that pussy and rub it all over that wet clit," he moans in the middle of his talking, his voice coming out as if it was meant to be a whine.

You can feel your orgasm building, your fingers moving faster and faster on your clit as you moan louder. You moan, reaching your other hand down to finger yourself at the same exact time, "Oh god, I'm going to come, Chris please come with me," you gasp, your voice breaking.

It's as if you can almost feel him with you, his hands on your thighs holding them for you as he watches you come undone.

“No, slut. Hold it for me,” he coos suddenly.

You gasp out exasperated, your mouth quivering as you slow down your pace, trying to hold yourself together. You want to come so bad for Chris, you want to soak your sheets and scream out his name.

But he won’t let you.

You look at him pleadingly, he can see you so exposed so vulnerable as you look at him, pleading with your eyes.

“Aw, does my baby want to cum for me?” Chris’ voice is soft, as he spits into his hand, his hand slimy and wet as he slides it back onto his cock, rubbing it so fast for you.

You can hear him grunt as he urges you to continue, “I didn’t tell you to slow down. Rub that pussy, now.”

Obeying, your hands find your clit again and you rub your wetness in circles, his eyes never leaving you, moving from your cunt to your face to your tits and back again.

Your legs shake as your movements urge you closer to release, your pussy clenching, begging for his cock inside of you.

Chris nods at you, his voice whiney, “Oh fuck, ma. Oh god, put your fingers back in there for me.”

You whimper as your fingers enter you once again. Staring at his cock, you imagine that instead, it’s him entering you. Chris fucking your pussy so good, Chris in front of you pounding you into the bed.

He lets out a moan, his cock making you salivate and his noises driving you insane with how badly you crave him.

Within an instant, Chris can’t seem to hold himself anymore and instead of denying you like he loves, he’s too close to make you beg anymore.

"Come for me baby," he groans, struggling to keep his eyes open to look at you. "Come all over your pretty hands for me, yes.. God yes."

“Please, Chris,” you whimper, your voice pleading, desperate to come with him, “I need you… I need to feel you.."

"Show me how much you need me, do it slut," he moans, stroking faster. "Show me baby, let me watch you."

Chris leans forward, his lips parted as he breathes your name, his hand still gripping the phone tightly, positioning it so he can see you, and you can see him.

You move your fingers faster, harder, needing that release more than anything else. You hear him do the same, his hand moving faster, each stroke pushing him closer to his ownrelease.

"Come on, baby," he urges, his voice a low growl. "Let go for me. I want to see you fall apart, tell me you want my come.”

“I want you to come, Chris. Please come for me,” you murmur as your body starts to convulse.

You feel your whole body tense with his words, your back arching as the pleasure rips through you, your hands nearly dropping the phone as you finally come for him.

You're lost in the moment, unable to think, unable to do anything but gasp for air, your hand still between your legs as your body quivers, waiting and watching for Chris to come for you.

As promised, Chris follows right behind you, his moans louder than before, and you can hear the sound of him finishing, his voice raw with release and raw with pleasure. You watch as his come drips from the tip of his cock, begging to be licked up.

On the other end of the screen, Chris collapses back onto his bed, laying fully down, his face flushed and his hair messy, his cum all over his stomach.

"Well… that was definitely worth the wait," he murmurs, his voice warm and affectionate. "God, I wish I could kiss you, baby."

You smile to yourself, your heart fluttering at his words. "I wish you could too, Chris," you whisper back, "Come back soon, I'm dying without you here."

"Just a few more days, my love. I promise." He smiles, messing with his hair as he smiles at you. "And when I get back, I’ll take you out, wherever you want to go. Maybe a fancy dinner… or," he pauses, giving you a sly grin, "we could go somewhere more fun, like an amusement park. Y'know, so I can win you a giant teddy bear."

You can’t help but laugh at the image of him winning you a stuffed animal, and you playfully roll your eyes. "An amusement park? Really?" you tease, "You’re gonna win me a stuffed bear?"

"Yeah, absolutely. I’ll win you the biggest one, just so you can carry it around everywhere and make everyone jealous." His smile widens, a grin too big for his face. "And then, we’ll ride all the roller coasters, just to make sure you’re holding onto me the whole time."

He chuckles, throwing his head back at his own remarks.

He makes a soft kiss sound as he continues,"hey, I’m just trying to make sure you don’t fly off the ride. Somebody’s gotta keep you safe, right?" You roll your eyes, smiling at how adorable he is.

"And I think you’d be holding onto me for more reasons than just the ride."

You raise an eyebrow, your heart racing a little as you grin back at him. "Is that so?" you tease a serious undertone to your voice. "Well, maybe I’ll just hold on tight to you then, but only if you win me that bear."

"I'm gonna win you the biggest damn bear you've ever seen."

i love my cutie endings, thank you so much for reading! sorry for any writing mistakes

if anyone has any requests and likes my style of writing, please please lmk! I have lot of free time and am trying to come up with more ideas for scenarios ♡

.ೃ࿐ rafe smut fic "gods & monsters" : finished

summary: your best friend chris wants to know what it’s like to eat pussy, why not just let him try?

contains: smut, oral (f!receiving), switch!chris, switch!reader, bi!reader, virgin!bsf!chris, innocence corruption, p in v, unprotected sex (dont do that..)

wc: 1.9k

a/n: english is not my first language and i’m a beginner <3

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you were sat against chris’ headboard in his bed, scrolling away on your phone - like you usually do when hanging out with him - when chris speaks up. “okay, totally random… but like, i really wanna know what eating pussy is like.” your eyes immediately snap to his face, staring at him wide-eyed. “what?” you two never really talked about stuff like this, so hearing the words come out of his mouth was more than a surprise to you.

you turn your body to lay on your side, facing him, your right arm propped up to hold your head. “yeah. i mean- i haven’t done anything with girls, and i just can’t help imagining what it would be like, what it would taste like…” your attention is fully set on him as he licks his lips, “i know you’ve eaten girls out before, what is it like?”

“well, i like it. it makes girls feel good. i like it when they squirm and shake, it’s kind of a confident boost, if you’re good at it, of course.” chris nods his head as you explain, letting his tongue run along his luscious lips. “it sounds fun, i don’t know if i’d even be good at it, but, i wanna try it sometime.” his eyes are avoiding yours, and he’s awkwardly fidgeting with the sheets. “so do it” you shrug, a smirk tugging at your lips. “yeah, as if i know any girls do do that with. they’re either a fan of me or i’m not their type.” he laughs.

“you’re my type, and i’m not a fan of you.” you give him a look, shrugging and raising your eyebrows. chris’ jaw drops as he sits up, his eyes widening. “really? you’d let me… eat you out?” his eyebrows are raised, he didn’t expect you to be okay with that, especially since you’re best friends and all that.

“wouldn’t that make things kinda awkward between us?” he questions. “no, who cares? you’re curious, and i’m not turning down an opportunity to get eaten out by a guy like you, so what if we’re best friends? it’s a one time thing anyways.” you bite your lip. you can’t deny the wetness growing between your legs, the thought of your best friend’s face between your thighs turning you on immensely.

“okay, let’s do it.” he shrugs, “one time thing though, i’ll probably suck at it anyways.” he laughs while he slowly scoots over to you. “maybe, maybe not. we’ll see.” you roll onto your back as he hovers over you, his legs between yours. his arms are pinned beside your head, his face now inches away from yours.

“well, let’s start with this then.” he hesitates a little, but then finally closes the gap between you two, his lips colliding with yours. you instantly relax into the kiss, your hands snaking around his neck. his lips are soft, slowly moving against yours while he lets out a soft moan. your tongue runs along his bottom lip, seeing if he’d wanna take it a little further. he instantly parts his lips, inviting you in.

he finally breaks the kiss to look at you, “never thought i’d be kissing my girl best friend.” you both laugh. he slowly moves down your body, trailing kisses along your neck. he might’ve never gone any further than a make-out session, but it seems like he knows exactly what he’s doing. he lightly sucks on your neck, your hands grip at his hair as you let out a quiet moan. his fingers slide along the hem of your shirt, “can i take this off?” he asks, eyes locked on yours. you nod and help him pull the shirt over your head, revealing your lacey red bra.

his hands roam your body, every shy bone in his body seems to have disappeared. his fingers loop into your shorts as he leaves a trail of kisses down your body. he looks up at you to ask for permission, and starts slowly pulling down your shorts and panties when you give him a nod. “jesus, you’re soaked. really?” he chuckles, his face now aligned with your dripping pussy.

“sorry, just haven’t been touched in a while. you turned me on with that kiss, i can’t lie.” he laughs at your words as he wraps his arms around your legs. “i have no clue what i’m doing, please tell me if it doesn’t feel good.” he says. you nod at him, your hands running through his brown hair. he starts kissing your thighs, leaving the place you want him the most untouched.

after he’s done teasing you, he finally attached his mouth to your pussy, his tongue running along your folds. “fuck!” you tug at his hair, throwing your head back and arching your back off the bed. he eyes are locked on your face, making sure he’s making you feel good. you moan as he works his tongue on your pussy, your grip on his hair tightening every time he runs his tongue along your swollen clit.

he attaches his lips to your sensitive bud, slowly sucking on it as he flicks his tongue. “chris! mmm, don’t stop…” you moan. “does that feel good?” he asks, his voice hoarse and low. “yes, yes yes yes yes…” you trail off, the pleasure completely taking over your body and mind. he’s surprisingly good at this, considering he’s never done this before.

chris’ hips grind into the bed beneath him, soft moans leaving his lips. he has absolutely no time to think about the fact that you’re his best friend, all he knows is that he’s rock hard, and it’s all because of you. he loves this. he loves hearing you moan his name, he loves the way you taste.

“can i put my fingers inside you?” his eyes are filled with lust as he looks up at you, wanting nothing more than to make you cum on his face and fingers. “mhmmm” you nod frantically, “please”. chris easily slides two fingers into you, reattaching his lips to your clit. “oh fuck, chris!” you moan as he curls his fingers inside you. “just like that, don’t- don’t stop…”

and he doesn’t. his fingers work faster inside you, his tongue flicking over your clit at an even higher speed than before. “holy shit, holy-” your words are cut off by a loud moan leaving your lips, chris’ own moans sending vibrations through your body. your legs begin to shake, your eyes rolling back. “oh god, chris! i’m so close. f-fuckkk… gonna cum all over your face.” chris moans at your words, grinding his throbbing dick even harder into the bed, desperate for some sort of relief.

“cum for me”, he rasps, he’s obsessed with you. he’s obsessed with the way you taste and the way your legs shake around his head. you finally release, moaning chris’ name over and over. his tongue slows down and he slowly removes his fingers when you come down from your high.

he sucks your juices off his fingers, moaning at the taste. he kisses his way back up your body until he’s hovering over your face again, panting while he looks into your eyes. “holy shit, that was so fucking hot.” he says, before crashing his lips onto yours again, letting you taste yourself on his tongue. the kiss is even more intense than the first one you shared, chris’ body completely pressed to yours as he moans into the kiss, his hands roaming your body, and you love it.

you flip the both of you over so you’re straddling him, hands tugging at his hair while you grind your naked body over his hard cock in his pants. “i take it you liked it?” you giggle. “yeah.” he nods, “fuck, i’m rock hard.” you laugh at the astonished expression on his face. “was it okay?” he asks, genuinely curious. “are you kidding? you think i always moan that loud or cum that hard?” you smirk, before slowly leaning in, letting your lips graze the shell of his ear, “ever wondered how it would feel to be inside me?” you whisper before biting your lip, your pussy grinding down on his hardness, making him moan.

“yeah, right now, and i’m about to find out.” he smirks, before crashing his lips back onto yours, his confidence now completely taking over his shyness. his tongue dances around yours, his hands are settled on your hips, guiding your movements. you moan into the kiss as you tug at his hair harshly, and chris lets you. “fuck, i need you…” he sounds desperate, his jaw hanging slack as he looks down at the way your pussy grinds on his clothed dick, a big wet patch showing on his sweats.

his hands reach around your body to pull down his sweats and boxers, you help him by leaning forward, your tits now pressed against his face. once his clothes are pulled down far enough, you sit back, letting your folds rub along his length which is laid flat against his stomach. he lets out a breathy moan as you grind on him, his head thrown back.

“feels good, hm?” you smile at him before taking off your bra, now fully naked in front of him. “oh god, yes… need to be inside you.” his hands cup your breasts, running his thumbs over your sensitive nipples. you reach between your legs to grab his cock and place it right at your entrance, slowly sinking down on him. he moans out at the unfamiliar feeling, “oh my god, feels- mph- feels so good..” he rambles.

“shit, you’re so fucking big…” his ego has definitely grown by now. you drop your head onto his shoulder as you slowly start moving up and down his cock, hands rested on his shoulders to situate yourself. chris’ moans grow louder the faster you move, his hands gripping at your ass. “oh god, don’t stop” he’s captured in bliss, the feeling of your tight walls around his cock is indescribable.

your rhythm starts to become irregular soon, growing more tired. chris notices, “tired?” he asks. you nod, a desperate expression on your face, brows furrowed. he easily flips the two of you around, gently throwing you on your back. he wraps his arms around your legs and starts fucking you harshly, more moans and heavy breaths leaving his lips.

“fuck, chris!” you yell, hands tangling in the sheets to try and ground yourself as he pounds into you. you feel your orgasm start to creep up to you, chris’ cock reaching places you could never reach yourself. chris’ hand reaches down, his thumb rubbing tight circles on your clit to get you closer to your high.

it doesn’t take much longer before your thighs start to shake and your eyes roll back, your orgasm crashing over you. chris finishes shortly after, pulling out and rubbing his hand along his length as thick ropes of white cum drop onto your stomach. his head is thrown back, moaning loudly as the last drops of cum shoot out from his tip.

he collapses on top of you, his hand resting on your waist and his face pressed onto your chest. you chuckle, running your hands through his sweaty hair. “that good, huh?” you smile.

“fucking insane. we’re definitely doing that again, fuck being best friends.”

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yayyy second fic. i said i wouldn’t write another one but here i am, lol. hope u liked this!

synopsis…you’ve somehow convinced your bodyguard to let you go out drinking. after one too many shots, he drags you to the passenger seat of the car to fulfill his needs

warnings… bodyguard!matt, mentions of alcohol usage, car sex, mafiabossdaughter!reader, fem reader, degradation, hickeys, unprotected p in v (WRAP IT B4 YOU TAP IT)

@bernardsbendystraws for the dividers <3

you were going to get him killed. matt wasn’t supposed to be allowing you to take anything that harmed your body but here he was taking shots with you. the alcohol didn’t kick in as much as he thought it would but he could see you physically loosening up.

“maaaatt” you slurred. he turns his head to look at you. the blue nightclub lights illuminated your body in all the right places. you wore a tight deep maroon dress, your heels sitting next to your seat. he wasn’t even paying attention to you blabbering away, too busy focused on the way your irises were blown out and how glossy your lips look from the drinks.

you caught him off guard when you fell forward, hands landing directly on his lap. right next to the once place you weren’t allowed to touch. matt quickly grabbed your wrist with a choked groan. you were blissfully unaware of the torture you were putting him through as you continued talking.

matt dropped his head onto your shoulder causing you to shut up in concern. “you okay?” you asked with a giggle. you wanted to touch his hair but he had a tight grip on your wrist. you squirmed, trying to wriggle your way out of his hold but you accidentally brushed against his growing bulge.

“fuck this” he mutters before abruptly getting up.

from the outside it looked like a window-tinted car was slightly rocking in the nearly empty parking lot. the windows were fogged from the humidity created by you and matt’s sweat and heavy breathing. one of your hands held the back of his neck while the other was flat on the window.

you lifted your hips repeatedly while matt was quick to pull you back down. your dress was bunched around your waist leaving your entire lower half exposed. the skin your thighs m practically sticked to matt’s from the mixture of sweat and your arousal.

“wonder what your daddy would do if he saw you right now” matt laughs. you replied with a loud moan as you tried speeding the pace up. a slap to your ass causes you yelp and jolt forward. “your not cumming ‘till i say so whore” he spat.

his grip on your waist was painfully and will most likely leave bruises on your skin. matt leans down to your neck. he sucks and bites the skin while you try to pull away. “matt! daddy will get mad if he sees that!” you whined. his breath tickles your neck as he chuckled.

“what? scared he’s gonna find out your a slut for your bodyguard?” he taunts. wet sloppy kisses trailed all over your neck. you felt so close to finishing but you knew how cruel matt could be if you didn’t ask for permission first. he was rubbing small circles on your waist as he left bruises on your neck.

“m-matt m’close!” you whimpered. you clenched around his dick a few times as a warning. matt starts bouncing you more roughly, hitting deeper inside you. “go ahead baby. make a mess on me” he groans as he leans his head back. the sound of sticky skin slapping grew louder as the car fell more heated.

your eyes roll to the back of your head with a loud moan as you coated matt’s cock with a white ring. not even a second later he pulls you down even more on his cock. the feeling of his seed shot up into you rapidly.

you rested your head onto his chest. both of you breathing heavy with warm flushed faces. “tired baby?” matt asks as you feel him rub your back gently. you nod as you feel yourself dozing off. he fixes both of your clothes then gets out the car to entire the drivers side and take you home before cerfew.

synopsis… you physically cannot stay still no matter how hard you try. your other friends are used to your high energy and usually don’t mind it, all except one. matt’s probably the only person who can get you to calm down. kinda.

warnings… puppy!reader, mean!matt, unprotected p in v (be smart🌚), cockwarming, little bit of a praise kink, little bit of nipple play, big dick!matt, orgasm denial

@bernardsbendystraws for the dividers <3

“i feel like my stomach hates me right now” nick groans. he laid back on to the couch with an uncomfortable look on his face as he rubbed his stomach over his shirt. “not gonna lie my tummy s’grumbling too,” chris says.

you were probably hungry as-well but your brain blocked out the dull ache as you were hyper focused on the movie playing in front of you. your leg bounced rapidly as your fingers curled tighter onto the couch cushion. matt rolls his eyes, “she’s not even paying attention, just go and i’ll ask her later,” he says.

it’s true. you weren’t paying attention. you heard shuffling from both sides of you before seeing nick and chris get up in your peripheral vision. a hand waved in your face causing you to snap out of the trance and look up at chris. “don’t piss him off too much, ‘kay?” he smiles. you return the toothy grin then turned back to the screen.

as the door shut, you felt eyes burning into the side of your head. matt scoffs before getting up and walking to his room. not even ten minutes pass before a commercial interrupts your movie causing you to slightly whine. you tried to entertain yourself with your phone but it didn’t last thirty seconds before you tossed it and groaned in boredom. you looked around the empty room then got up in search of matt.

as you creeped closer to his cracked door, you heard a string of profanity’s leave his lips. you slightly pushed the door open, widening the view of matt’s face being illuminated by his pc. “yeah we need a minute to like— chill for a sec,” he says.

you pushed the door open further with a smile on your face as you waltzed into his room. matt completely ignored your presence as he scrolled through the item shop, mumbling whatever lyrics were playing through his headphones. “whatcha doing?” you ask as you flatten your palms on his desk.

as you pushed your self closer to view his screen, you were unknowingly giving him a perfect view of your tits being smushed together. he lets out a small breathy chuckle as he takes a quick glance then returns his focus. a pout formed onto your face at the lack of attention. you move closer to matt then start pawing at his shirt before letting your fingers trail up to the nape of his neck.

your fingers danced between his curls gently then you found the sudden urge to yank a little too harsh. a groan falls from matt’s lips as his eyes squeeze shut as he let his head fall back. you let out a small giggle before you yelped as matt roughly pulls you into his lap. you felt his body heat on your back and the growing bulge that nestled right between your legs.

“so fucking annoying,” he mutters before going back to scrolling. you whined and squirmed as you tried to twist yourself to face him but all you did was cause his dick to harden and grow even more. a slap landed on your bare thigh. matt grips your jaw and forces your head to face him. “can you sit still for one god damn second?” he says.

“m’bored—“ you whined. matt tugs at your pouted lip with his thumb before releasing your face with a scoff. “so go finish the movie,” he replies. you let out a huff as you went back to squirming and eventually found yourself slightly bouncing. a deep groan rumbled through matt’s chest as his grip on the mouse grew tighter.

matt pushes you off him, “don’t wanna behave?”, he says, “strip”. you look at him through your wide eyes with excitement, if you had a tail it would’ve knocked over the things on his desk. matt watched you pull your clothes off as his eyes grew more dark. he slightly pulled his sweatpants down just enough to reveal his aching cock.

the second your panties were off, matt pulls you back on top of him. you hissed at the stretch but made no move to remove yourself. “that’s it, good— girl” he says in a low voice. you felt matt rub small circles on your skin in a comforting way as your tried adjusting to his size. “alright i’m back” you heard a voice say from his headset.

you tried to roll your hips but a firm grip on your waist prevented you from moving. “behave,” he says before unmuting his mic. matt acted as if you weren’t even there while he played his game. his character ended up getting shot causing him to thrust his hips deeply into you as he yelled at the screen. a mewl left your lips but you covered your mouth quickly, in fear of being heard.

“yo kid, you good?” you heard a voice say. matt glared down at you then gave you a tight squeeze before responding. you were trying so hard not to moan but every time matt jolted or shifted the slightest, he brushed against that spongy spot inside you. his hand traveled up to your tits, allowing his fingers to roll your sensitive nipples.

“matt–“ you whimpered. your chest rose and fell rapidly as the urge to move grew more prominent. a devilish smirk painted his face as he tugged and pinched. your warm walls pulsated, hugging his cock even more causing him to hiss in pleasure. your skin was sticky from your own arousal, a wet patch grew on matt’s sweatpants. you jutted your hips as your brain grew more fuzzy then stuffed your mouth with your fingers.

drool escaped down your hand as muffled moans and whines attempt to fall. you felt the vibration of matt’s laugh shoot straight to your core. “awe— poor puppy just wanted to be played with, yeah?” he coos. you nod your head as you let your hips rock faster with a tight pressure building by the second.

you dropped both your hands to the desk and curled your fingers in attempt to steady yourself. right as you were on the brink of your release, matt pulls you off him. you whined at the lost orgasm and tried to get back on him but his tight grip on your waist prevented you. “i said t’sit still, didn’t i?” matt says with a smirk.

ᡴꪫ sum. Matt teaching you how to kiss somehow turns into something more.

warnings. fem!reader obscene descriptions, use of inappropriate words, dirty talk, cocky!matt, virgin!reader, mean dom!matt, pet names, degrading, and more.

wc. 1.5k

an. for more like this click here, my first language is not english.

you let out a frustrated sigh and thumped your phone down onto your lap, throwing your head back in annoyance. this caught the attention of your best friend, Matt, who raised his eyebrows and looked over at you.

"what’s bothering you?" he asked, and you rolled your eyes in response.

"i have a date..." you muttered, running a hand through your hair.

"yeah, so what?" Matt questioned, setting his phone aside and facing you.

"okay, if I tell you, promise not to judge me," you said sheepishly, causing Matt to roll his eyes.

"it's probably not that big of a deal," Matt reassured, a hint of amusement tugging at his lips, "what is it?"

taking a deep breath, you sighed and turned to Matt, who was waiting expectantly. "i… i've never kissed anyone before."

you looked down, playing with the hem of your shirt, and heard a snort of laughter escape Matt's lips, causing you to snap your head up.

"you said you wouldn't judge!" you exclaimed, your cheeks flushing with embarrassment.

"i know what I said, but..." Matt tried to hold back his laughter, "is this a joke, y/n?"

"you're such a dick, Matt," you huffed, crossing your arms over your chest, "you're supposed to be my best friend."

"hey, okay, I'm sorry for laughing," Matt said, his amusement still present, "i really am sorry."

"yeah yeah, whatever," you replied, rolling your eyes.

you stood up, intending to leave, but Matt sighed and grabbed your wrist, pulling you back down onto the couch next to him. his action made your eyebrows furrow. "what?”

"you've really never had your first kiss?" Matt asked again, his eyebrows raised this time, the smile gone from his face.

"surprising, I know!" you rolled your eyes and threw your hands up, "but no, never."

Matt remained silent, staring at you, causing you to tilt your head and regard him. "what is it?"

he suddenly grinned, his tongue poking the inside of his cheek as he looked at you, making your face grow hot and your thighs clench together. "i can teach you."

your eyes widened in surprise. You hadn't expected that response from Matt. after all, you were best friends; would this go too far?

"would you actually?" you asked nervously, fiddling with the hem of your shirt again.

"come on, y/n, it's not that difficult," Matt said, scooting closer to you, "just follow my lead, okay?"

"okay," you agreed, feeling your heart race with anticipation.

Matt inched even closer to you, your bodies now just a few inches apart. He slowly cupped your jaw with his hand, locking eyes with you as he gently stroked your face.

without wasting any time, Matt pressed his lips against yours, the kiss soft and gentle. instantly, butterflies fluttered in your stomach as you kissed him back, your mouths moving in perfect harmony.

Matt's hands slipped to grip your waist as he pulled you onto his lap, placing his hands on either side of you. they roamed up and down your sides, eliciting a soft whimper from you, which only made Matt smile against the kiss.

his hands then ventured down to grip your rear, causing a gasp to escape your lips as he slipped his tongue into your mouth. it became difficult to keep up with his tongue's movements, so you let him take control, allowing him to explore your mouth.

Matt pushed you down against him, and you could feel his hardness beneath you, sending a wave of heat to your cheeks. you both had definitely crossed a line.

you involuntarily ground your hips against Matt, earning a groan from him as he pulled away from the kiss, his forehead resting against yours. "don't do that."

"so what?" you asked innocently, looking up at him with a teasing smile.

Matt glared at you, his intense gaze causing a wetness to form between your thighs. you slowly ground your hips against him again, drawing another groan from him. "You want me to stop that?"

"fuck," Matt muttered, picking you up and flipping you both over so that he was now on top of you, "you’re supposed to be my best friend, y/n, and now you're acting like a little slut. is that what you are?"

you didn't answer, prompting Matt to shake his head as his hand went to the waistband of your sweatpants, tugging at them. you grabbed his arm and guided it back to where you wanted him most, pressing his palm against your clothed heat.

"what’s the matter, pretty girl, did you need something?" Matt smirked down at you.

"please, mati, i need you," you whined, your gaze locked with his through your lashes.

"what do you need me to do, baby?" Matt rasped, his hand returning to the waistband of your sweatpants and teasingly tugging at them, "do you want me to touch you?"

you hummed and nodded in response, but he glared down at you, snapping the waistband once again and amplifying the sensation between your legs. "use your words, pretty girl."

"please touch me, Matt," you breathed out, your desire evident in your voice.

those few words were all it took for him to yank your sweatpants off completely, revealing your panties. Matt ran his fingers teasingly over your clothed core, causing you to bite down on your lip as he continued to tease you.

"you're soaked, baby," Matt grinned down at you, attaching his lips to your neck and leaving sweet, tantalizing kisses. a moan escaped your lips at the sensation, and he chuckled darkly. "all this for me?"

"fuck, Matt, stop teasing," you whimpered, "just fuck me already."

Matt smirked before discarding his own clothing, revealing his erect member. he grabbed a condom from the dresser, quickly putting it on and aligning himself with your entrance. he teased your entrance with the tip, eliciting a groan from him and a whimper from you. "Matt, please."

with one last stroke against your sensitive folds, Matt finally slid himself inside you slowly, causing a loud moan to escape both of your mouths. he let out a guttural groan as well, allowing you to adjust to his size.

"shit, you're so tight," he breathed out, gripping onto his back as pleasure coursed through your body, "start moving, Matt."

"are you sure?" Matt asked with a slight smirk, his eyes narrowed at you.

"yes, Matt, i’m sure," you replied, your eyes roaming over him as you met his gaze, desire burning in your eyes.

without further hesitation, Matt began to thrust in and out of you, starting off slowly. you held onto him tightly, your nails digging into his back as you moaned in contentment. your back arched as Matt groaned above you, his hair falling over his eyes slightly.

"you feel so fucking good," Matt groaned, his thrusts growing faster and harder.

"i-i’m close," you breathed out, feeling your orgasm building, a tight knot forming in your stomach.

"you wanna cum all over my cock, pretty girl?" Matt groaned, his eyes locking with yours, "oh fuck, cum for me, baby."

your body tensed as the pleasure washed over you, and you let out a pornographic moan, completely lost in the euphoria of your climax. Matt's thrusts became sloppier as he peppered your neck with wet kisses, his own release approaching.

"oh my god, please don't stop, Matt," you cried out, your nails digging deeper into his back.

"fuck, y/n, you feel so damn good," Matt groaned, his thrusts growing even faster and more erratic.

as the waves of pleasure subsided, Matt pulled out of you and collapsed onto the couch beside you, both of you struggling to catch your breath. you had just lost your virginity to your best friend.

"that was... amazing," Matt grinned, turning to look at you. however, he noticed the slight frown on your face. "what’s wrong?”

"we crossed a line, Matt," you whispered quietly, your eyes meeting his, filled with uncertainty, "what does this mean for us?"

Matt remained silent, his gaze locked with yours. suddenly, he leaned over and pecked your lips, his thumb rubbing gently along your jawline. "let me take you on that date, y/n.”