#christophersturniolosmut

pairing: bf!matt x f!reader

summary: you have always been an innocent girl to everyone, but matt has noticed your attitude and actions, which led him to punishing you.

warning: smut, dom!matt, swearing, p in v, pet names (slut, baby, love, darling, bad girl, bitch), unprotected sex, hair pulling, use of y/n, crying, nipple playing, dirty talking, blow job, rough sex, bratty y/n.

a/n: not my photos, on pinterest. agh, a bit rushed and late to say but I’m so happy that the sturniolo triplets are at 7M

WORDS: 2.6k

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you - pink | matt - blue

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Matt adored you deeply and always made sure you felt that. He appreciated your gentle nature and how much of a kind hearted person you were.

He was always tender with you, knowing you were sensitive to touch, making sure to handle you with care.

Though there were times when he let his anger get the best of him and was harsh with you, he always regretted it and made amends by doing whatever you wished since he made you feel horrible about yourself.

Recently, he noticed you becoming more distant and acting rudely towards others. He reached a breaking point and decided to give you space.

Leaving you alone in his room, he went to record a YouTube video with his brothers in the kitchen, hoping that some time by yourself would help you return to your usual self.

While you scrolled through your phone, you could faintly hear Matt and his brothers laughing, sparking your curiosity. However, you chose to block out the noise by putting on headphones, not wanting to engage with anyone at that moment for reasons unknown.

You were listening to your shuffle mix but it seemed like it passed quickly due to Matt entered the room which meant he finished recording. You didn't even bother to say hi, but he knew you noticed him.

He huffed and left you to it, grabbing his sweatpants to change. He didn't mind if you were looking or not, as you had seen him like this before.

You didn't dare glance at him, and Matt had a feeling you wouldn't. He stayed silent after changing, then left the room for the bathroom, probably to brush his teeth and take care of business as it was already 11 pm.

"Hey y/n, my brothers and I are going to watch a movie in the lounge... would you like to join?" he asked from the door frame, still brushing his teeth.

You continued scrolling on your phone but gave a thumbs down in response. He rolled his eyes, noticing you were still being dismissive.

After a minute or two of brushing his teeth, he finished and frowned at you, but you hadn't seen his reaction.

“Alright, I'm leaving you here," he wanted to stay with you because he cared about you, but he couldn't handle your attitude and guessed you didn't want to see him.

He decided to leave you be, closing the door behind him. As you took off your headphones, you could faintly hear his footsteps moving away.

You were aware that you were being difficult, but you couldn't help it. Feeling tired and unable to sleep, you found yourself giving everyone the same negative energy.

Before long, Matt returned unexpectedly. You met his gaze with surprise, but remained silent.

"Nick mentioned you might be on, so I brought some chocolate from the cupboard," he said, placing the chocolate next to you and handing you a hot water bottle.

Although you were confused because you weren't expecting him and you weren’t on your period, you appreciated the gesture. You smiled faintly, but remained silent.

"You know what? I want you to say thank you. I'm not going to treat you like a princess when you're behaving like a brat," he snapped, clearly upset by your actions.

You raised an eyebrow, meeting his intense blue eyes as he stood with his arms crossed firmly.

"Well then, thank you," you finally spoke, your voice tinged with sarcasm from lack of use.

He wasn't convinced by your words and struggled to remain calm. "Y/n, baby, if you give me that fucking attitude again, I won't hesitate to make you regret it."

You laughed, aware of your bratty behavior but unconcerned, which only seemed to infuriate Matt more. He watched as you put your headphones back on.

Suddenly, he slammed his bedroom door shut, startling you into thinking he had left. Instead, he approached you, swiftly removing your headphones and snatching your phone before tossing it away, careful not to damage it though.

"Matt, what-" you started to speak, but he hushed you, clearly angry. You weren't going to listen and were about to speak, which led him to harshly pull your hair to get your attention.

"Shut up. What you're going to do is suck my fucking cock until I tell you to stop. I don't care if your throat gets bruised, I'll appreciate the silence," he said in a forceful tone, making sure his brothers wouldn't hear. He tugged your hair before stepping back to expose himself by lowering his sweatpants.

Without saying a word, he intended for you to perform the act, but he sought permission through his eyes. If you truly didn't want to, he would stop. He understood that you were more reserved, so this forceful approach likely left you feeling vulnerable and speechless.

After locking eyes with you, he received a nod, confirming your consent. Without hesitation, he stroked himself to get harder than he guided himself into your mouth as you sat up slightly.

“Want me to stop, then say so." He didn't appreciate your behavior and wouldn't have spoken like this, but he had too since he felt a bit concerned because you weren't accustomed to roughness.

He proceeded to guide you to perform oral sex on him, occasionally causing you to gag.

"If you hadn't been acting like a bitch today, I would have given you whatever you desired. But you had to be a bad girl, didn't you?" he remarked, with a moan escaping him as he felt the warmth of your mouth around his shaft, making him bite his lip to stifle his own sounds of pleasure, mindful of his brothers in the house.

He encouraged you to increase the pace without hesitation, locking eyes with you as he twitched with pleasure, particularly around his erect member.

Sensing his impending climax, you intensified your efforts. You were surprised by how quickly he was reaching the peak, realizing that at this moment, he wasn't as gentle in bed as he had portrayed himself to be.

"If I wanted to, I could bruise your throat, but since I'm feeling generous, I won't. But damn, I really want to," Matt says in a low voice. He makes you take it all which made your eyes watering by the gag you did.

Your nose brushing against his skin as you comply, but soon he ejaculates without warning which makes tears roll down your cheek but not on purpose.

He makes you swallow it, unconcerned about his semen dripping down your chin. He bites his lip, trying not to moan too loudly because of his brothers.

Releasing your hair, he allows you to pull away after you've swallowed, your eyes meeting his. "Matt," you whisper, but he just smirks, wipes the cum off your chin, and makes you suck his thumb.

"You did a good job, darling," he winks before standing up, grabbing a tissue to clean himself before getting dressed.

Your eyes follow his movements as you feel wet, and you know he's aware of it. He chuckles as he heads towards the door.

"I don't reward naughty girls. Maybe if you change your attitude, you might get lucky," he says before closing the door behind him as he goes to join his brothers with the film.

"Matt?!" You called out, speaking quietly instead of shouting, hoping he would hear you. However, he ignored you and sat down with his brothers. You groaned softly and stayed silent.

You decided not to approach him since he was with his brothers. Instead, you lay on his bed, feeling a need for him but trying to ignore it.

You were aware that touching yourself would only intensify your desire for him, as your fingers were not like his. So, you simply chewed on your lips while returning to your phone.

You were still turned on, your lips in a slight pout after biting your lips. You could still feel how wide he was around your lips just moments ago.

You had texted him, but it was evident he was ignoring you. You glanced at your text before getting comfortable on his bed.

You let out a slight groan before sending Matt a few more texts, noticing that he was reading them now but not replying.

Hoping for a message from him, you were interrupted by the sound of the door closing as Matt entered.

"Can't you see I'm watching a movie with my brothers? Do you always have to bother me?" he said with a smile, briefly showing his tongue between his teeth.

You looked at Matt. "But Matt, I'm sorry... I apologize for my behavior," you said, prompting him to laugh at your words as he leaned against his bedroom door for a moment.

"You apologising because you feel it, or because I won't fuck you like I usually do?" he says bluntly, meeting your gaze.

Noticing your silence and the expression in your eyes, he rolls his eyes. "Looking at me like that won't make me feel guilty," even though he finds himself looking at you with desire.

You continue to keep your eyes on him, and he sighs before locking the door and sitting down next to you. "You’ve got on my nerves today, and now you're staring at me like a slut. Screw you," he whispers with a slight smile.

"I mean I am a slut for you," you tilt your head slightly, causing him to adjust his position as he feels his sweatpants getting tighter because of you.

"Don't, y/n," he warns, eyeing you up before closing his eyes briefly and then focusing on your face.

You chuckle softly before running your hand over his chest, slowly moving closer to him as you start to kiss his neck, prompting him to move his head to make it easier for you.

You playfully nibbled on his neck, your hands moving towards his shirt while you create hickeys that he loved, but always got angry about it when he had to film a YouTube video with his brothers, as his fans would find out.

You paused, leaving hickeys which will show later and removed his shirt. Though he tried to stay mad at you for your behavior earlier in the day but your current actions were making him forget all about it.

"Are you really doing this while my brothers are in the other room?" he muttered, knowing that you riding him would make it impossible for him to stay quiet.

"You weren't complaining when I was giving you a blowjob," you teased, kissing his lips to prevent him from responding.

He kissed you back and touched your chest, even though you were wearing a shirt. You focused on his pleasure, ignoring his touch.

He knew you were usually gentle in bed, but the way you kissed him made him want to have his dick in you right then and there. He realized that you were going to be rough for once but he wasn’t gonna allow you to fuck him when he can’t punish you.

You quickly pull away to remove your shirt while Matt deftly unclasps your bra with one hand, a move he has mastered through repeated practice with you.

"Impatient?" you tease, but he silences you with a hush. "I suggest you keep quiet, you're the one in the wrong," he retorts, prompting you to roll your eyes.

"If you try to boss me around, I might just leave you like this," you retort, playfully tapping his nose before removing his sweatpants, revealing his nakedness. You are surprised to find he isn't wearing any boxers.

As you gaze at his throbbing manhood, a smirk plays on your lips. Despite his hips twitching in anticipation, you press him down with your weight.

He grows impatient, enjoying your dominance but craving to be intimate with you. Catching your gaze, he swiftly pins you down and takes charge before you can react.

"Another time, darling," he whispers with a wink, planting a kiss on your neck and fondling your breasts. He then begins to tease your nipples as he harshly bites your neck and licks it.

He pressed his hand over your mouth, stifling your moans. "Hey, stay silent, got it?" he whispered sharply.

You nodded in agreement as he released your mouth. He ceased nibbling on your neck and instead traced his tongue down to your stomach.

Goosebumps erupted on your skin as you brushed his hair away from his eyes. He planted a kiss on your stomach before pulling back.

Meeting your gaze, he proceeded to remove your shorts and underwear simultaneously. His smirk grew as he observed your reaction before kissing the top of your intimate area and withdrawing.

"I'm not going to make it easy for you. I want your apology to be sincere," he declared, firmly grasping your chin to establish eye contact. Your heart raced.

"I'm sorry, I truly am," you whispered, causing him to briefly glance down at his arousal before returning his focus to you. "Say it again," he demanded.

Before you could comply, he forcefully entered you, prompting a loud moan and an arch of your back, followed swiftly by his hand covering your mouth.

He knew you wouldn't stay silent, so he quickly grabbed his shirt and stuffed it in your mouth. Your eyes widened as he spoke. "You need to stay quiet."

Without any warning, he deeply thrust inside you, causing you to moan, though it was muffled.

Although you weren't used to his roughness, you found yourself starting to enjoy it. You whimpered and grabbed his back, scratching it in response.

He groaned, tightly closing his eyes before easing up slightly. His thrusts became faster until he reached his limit of speed.

He continued grunting, keeping it quiet as he was skilled at being dominant. He held your legs to widen them further.

He felt you tighten around him, biting his lip to stifle a loud moan. His hands gravitated to your breasts once more, his thumb stimulating your nipples more intensely.

Your breasts bounced with each thrust, the desire evident in your eyes signaling your impending climax. He intensified his thrusts, pushing a few more times before you reached the peak of pleasure.

Your loud moans were muffled by his shirt as he felt you envelop his manhood, prompting him to grip your hips tightly, guiding your movements as he continued thrusting until he reached his own climax.

Moaning with his eyes rolling back, both bodies glistened with sweat. He quickly pulled away, watching as his essence leaked out of you.

He gazed at your womanhood as you both caught your breath. Eventually, he turned to you. "Have you learned your lesson?" he inquired, to which you nodded.

He lay down beside you, picking up his phone to text his brothers that he wouldn't be joining them for the movie until he had cleaned both of you up.

Chris sturniolo x reader

Summary: You and your boyfriend Chris, have morning sex

Warnings: Smut, Praising, the nickname good girl, slight overstimulation, soft dom chris, sub reader.

You wake up to the feeling of soft kisses on your neck and shoulder. Chris's arms are wrapped tightly around you, his body spooning yours. "Good morning, baby," he whispers, his voice still rough with sleep. He nuzzles into your neck, his hands roaming your body gently.

“Good morning” you giggle out, turning around in his arms to kiss him softly.

Chris deepens the kiss, his hand coming up to cup your face tenderly. "Mmm... the best way to wake up," he mumbles against your lips. His hands start to explore your body more boldly as the kiss turns passionate. "Can I..."

You give him a slight nod, urging him to continue, staring deep into his love filled, blue eyes.

Chris's face lights up with a mischievous grin, his hands continuing to roam your body. He breaks the kiss to trail open-mouthed kisses down your neck and chest, his hands gentling caresses your curves. "I love you," he whispers against your skin, his voice filled with emotion.

“I love you too” you say through a soft sigh, at the feeling of his teeth lightly grazing your neck.

Chris smiles against your skin, his hands continuing to touch and caress you. He takes his time, worshipping your body with his touch and kisses. He wants this to be perfect for you. "Tell me if I do something you don't like, okay?" he whispers, his voice hoarse with emotion.

“I will” you say softly staring deep into his eyes, in anticipation.

Chris leans down and kisses you slowly, his hands continuing to explore your body. He slowly slips his hand between your thighs, his touch gentle. "Is this okay?" he asks softly, his eyes searching yours for any sign of discomfort.

“Yes, please Chris, just touch me” you sigh out, looking down at him, looking at you awaiting an answer, softly stroking your soft, plush thighs.

Chris swallows hard at your plea, his hands shaking slightly as he caresses your most intimate area. He takes a deep breath, trying to steady himself. "I'll take care of you, I promise," he whispers, his fingers beginning to explore more boldly.

“Fuck” you softly whisper out, lightly throwing your head back, against the soft, feather light pillow, at the feeling of his calloused finger tips, softly brushing over your clit through your panties.

Chris smiles confidently, his touch growing bolder as you respond to him. He slowly slips his fingers underneath the hem of your underwear, his touch gentle yet firm. "Look at me, baby,"

Your head slams down to look at him, per his request, knowing that if you don’t, the pleasurable feeling of his light touch will stop.

Chris's blue eyes are dark with desire as he gazes up at you adoringly. "You're so beautiful," he breathes, his fingers stroking through your folds. He finds your entrance and slowly pushes one long finger inside. "Tell me how it feels,"

“Oh fuck Chris” you moan out at the feeling of his fingers exploring your slick covered walls, desperately trying not to let your eyes roll back into you skull, only wanting to make him happy. “It feels so fucking good baby, oh my fucking god” you moan out, staring deep into the lust filled eyes, belonging to the man between your legs, that he’s currently gripping open, as your legs beg to snap shut, to escape the almost overstimulating , feeling of ecstasy.

Chris's face flushes with pleasure at your words, his fingers growing bolder as they push in and out of you slowly. He adds another finger, stretching you gently. "Wrap your legs around my shoulders, baby,"

You do as he says, not wanting this incredible feeling to stop.

Chris settles between your thighs, his fingers slowly pumping in and out of you as his thumb rubs circles on your swollen bud. He keeps his eyes locked on yours, watching your face as you become more and more aroused. "You're so tight, baby, you feel so good,"

“Oh my fuck Chris, I’m so fucking close, please baby, please let me cum, I just wanna cum for you, wanna be your good girl.” you let out in a string of whimpers and moans, throwing your head back, against the plush sheets.

Chris's heart races as he watches you lose control, his own arousal reaching a fever pitch. He presses his thumb harder against your clit, his fingers pumping faster inside you. "Cum for me, baby, be my good girl and cum all over my hand," he commands, his voice strained with desire.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, I’m cumming, oh fuck I’m cumming” you chant out as your pleasure comes to a peak. your creamy slick, leaking out of your velvety walks, spilling out into his fingers, softly dripping down his hand, onto the soft plush sheets.

Chris's face flushes with satisfaction as he watches you cum undone. He slows his touch, gently caressing you as you ride out your orgasm. "That's my good girl," he whispers, his voice filled with pride and affection.

Your chest begins to rise and fall rapidly, out of breath, from the intense pleasure.

Chris gives you a moment to catch your breath, his own heart racing as he waits patiently. He leans down and kisses your belly softly, his hands continuing to caress you gently. "I want to taste you, baby, can I?" he asks, his voice filled with desire.

You hesitantly nod down at him, desperately wanting to feel his pink muscle, pumping in and out of Your walls , but not sure if your already spent cunt can handle another orgasm.

Chris smiles reassuringly at your hesitant nod. He kisses his way down your body, his hands worshipping every curve. As he settles between your thighs, he looks up at you with smoldering eyes. "I'll be gentle, baby. Just relax and let me take care of you,"

“Okay” you softly whisper gazing into his lust filled eyes, the blue ring of his irises, turning almost completely black.

Chris begins by kissing your inner thighs softly, his hands stroking your belly and hips. He takes his time, making sure you're completely relaxed before he finally presses a soft kiss to your sensitive bud. He starts slow, licking and sucking gently, his touch light and tender.

As he laps at your sensitive flesh, you can't help but let out a soft whimper of delight. Chris takes that as his cue to increase his efforts, sucking your clit into his mouth and fucking it with his tongue, his hands spreading your legs further apart. He eats you out with wild abandon, his face buried between your thighs as he devours your pussy like a starving man.

“Oh fuck” you practically scream out, reaching down to tug on his silky brown locks, needing something to ground you from the intense pleasure. “Fuck Chris it’s too much, I can’t, Oh fuck, I’m cumming, fuck please let me cum. you moan out as you feel the knot in your stomach clench excruciatingly tight, begging to snap, and release all over his needy, tongue, currently lapping between your folds, slurping up all your slick. Your spent cunt, practically drowning in his saliva.

Chris doesn't let up as you cum, his tongue continuing to fuck your pussy as wave after wave of pleasure washes over you. He sucks your clit into his mouth, prolonging your orgasm and drawing out every last drop of ecstasy. "That's my good girl,"

You feel your cunt clench around his greedy tongue, at the praise, desperately wanting to be good for him, but not knowing how much more your body can take.

Chris senses your exhaustion and finally pulls away, resting his head on your thigh as he catches his breath. "Fuck, you taste so good," he says hoarsely, his lips glistening with your juices. He looks up at you with a lazy smile, his eyes heavy with desire.

"I could eat this perfect pussy for hours," Chris murmurs, his fingers trailing teasingly along your inner thigh. "But right now, I need to be inside you." He rises up and positions himself between your legs, the thick head of his cock nudging insistently at your entrance.

You throw your arms around his back, anticipating the feeling of his thick cock, pulsating between your warm, slick covered walls.

Chris enters you slowly and gently, groaning at the feeling of your tight heat enveloping him. He buries his face in the crook of your neck as he sheaths himself fully inside you. "Oh god, you feel incredible," he rasps, holding still to allow you to adjust to his size.

Your back arches up into his chest at the stretch, no matter how many times you have sex, you always struggle to take his length. “You can move, fuck please move baby” you whine out, craving the feeling of his thick cock hitting that spot, deep inside you, that makes your legs feel like jelly, over and over again.

"Mmm, so impatient," Chris chuckles breathlessly against your skin. "Don't worry baby, I'll give this greedy little cunt exactly what it needs." He starts to move, pulling out almost all the way before slamming back in, hitting that perfect spot deep inside you.

Your breath almost gets caught in your throat, at the feeling of him roughly sliding in and out of your needy walls. As you begin to let out a string of curses and moans, not being able to hide the pleasure he’s giving you.

Chris grins against the sensitive skin of your neck, reveling in your reactions. He increases his pace, fucking you harder and deeper, his hips slapping against yours. "Fuck, that sound," he growls, "your wet cunt sucking me in."

“Oh fuck, don’t stop, please baby don’t ever stop” you moan out your nails ripping down his back.

"Never... I could spend a lifetime inside you and it still wouldn't be enough," Chris pants, his voice ragged with passion. He hooks his arms under your knees, pushing your legs back and increasing the intensity of his thrusts. "Look at me," he demands hoarsely.

You snap your eyes open to meet his gaze, barely being able to make him out through the tears of pleasure clouding your pleading eyes. “I can’t hold on much longer, I need to cum, fuck just wanna cum for you, please let me cum” you whimper out staring deep into his eyes pleadingly.

Chris's eyes darken with lust as he holds your gaze, his hips pistoning relentlessly. "Cum for me baby," he commands, his voice low and intense. "Soak my cock, scream my name. Let everyone know who this pussy belongs to."

“Oh fuck Chris, yes, oh my god you feel so fucking good, don’t stop, please don’t stop” you slur out through your pleasure, the knot in your stomach finally snapping, throwing your head back releasing all over his cock, buried deep into your walls.

"That's it, fucking take it," Chris grunts, slamming into you as your pussy convulses around his cock. He reaches between you and starts to rub your clit furiously, drawing out your orgasm and causing your body to shake beneath him. "You look so beautiful when you cum,"

As your walls flutter and quiver around him, Chris's rhythm becomes more erratic. "I'm gonna fill this tight pretty little pussy," he pants, his movements becoming shallower as he nears his peak. "Gonna pump you so full of my seed, make this belly swell full with me."

With a final thrust, Chris buries himself balls-deep inside you and lets out a guttural roar as he finds his release. You can feel the warmth of his seed filling you up, spurt after spurt, as his body jerks against yours. "Love you, love you so much,"

“Fuck I love you too baby, so fucking much” you mumble out through the pleasure of the slight overstimulation.

Chris collapses on top of you, both of you panting heavily. He nuzzles into your neck, placing soft kisses on your damp skin. "You're mine," he murmurs possessively. "All mine." His hand slides down to rest protectively on your lower belly.

You softly reach your hand out, running your delicate fingers through his now damp brunette locks lovingly. Giving his forehead a light peck, pulling his head up to look into your eyes, offering him a smile, your eyes filled with pure, genuine adoration.

Chris returns your smile, his eyes crinkling at the corners. He leans in for a slow, languid kiss, his touch gentle and loving. As he pulls back, he whispers, "I'm the luckiest man alive to have you love me like this."

You let out a soft giggle, brushing the stray hair out of his face. “ Your the lucky one? I get to be with the sweetest most loving man I know, and you think your the lucky one?” you playfully tease looking at him with a smile.

Chris blushes at your teasing, his heart swelling with affection for you. "Shut up, I’m the lucky one," he says, his voice soft and playful as he leans in to steal another kiss. As he pulls back, he rests his forehead against yours, looking into your eyes with adoration.

Hiii I hope you liked it, this is my first time ever writing smut, so I hope it’s good 🫶

Feel free to send me requests, I’m currently working on making a masterlist for my work :)

pairing: roomate!chris x f!reader

summary: you're in college with a roommate, and one day while you're out with friends and he's alone, he stumbles upon a book that grabs his attention.

warning: smut, unprotect sex, sub!chris, pet names (baby, good boy, mommy), handjob, use of y/n, swearing, hair pulling, p in v, teasing, palming, mommy kink, mention of birth control

a/n: not my photos, on pinterest. I finally had motivationnn

WORDS: 2.2k

huhmiya on wattpad

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Your dorm has been a bit messy lately because you haven't had time to clean, and Chris never seemed to tidy up either which was normal for both of you.

You've been spending time with your friends and going out at night, and Chris has been doing the same, just not as frequently as you since he sometimes prefers to chill.

At the moment, you're hanging out with two close friends, but your phone is dead so no one can reach you.

You're feeling a bit sober today after a night of drinking, but you're still in good spirits and not giving it much thought.

You were at your friend's house, and even though your phone is dead, Chris somehow knows your whereabouts.. almost as if he has you under surveillance.

Although you two aren't dating and he doesn't know a lot about you.

It seems like he's fixated on you though, almost to the point of obsession, but he doesn't actually have a camera on you which is more surprising.

He had a huge crush on you, to the point where it made him feel like he was losing his mind, but he never acted on it.

The music playing in the house was more in line with what you and your friends usually enjoyed. While your phone was charging and you were relaxing, you knew you needed to leave soon, even though you hadn't planned on it.

Meanwhile, Chris was curiously exploring the room, especially your drawers. He wanted to learn more about you without having to ask directly. He realized this wasn't the best approach and felt a bit guilty about it, but he proceeded anyway.

He came across a book and quickly opened it, only to discover it was your diary. It dawned on him that you always wrote in it at night.

Respecting your privacy, he put it back, but then impulsively picked it up again. Lying on your bed, surrounded by the subtle scent of your perfume, he smiled before starting to read the pages.

His eyes scanned the paper, absorbing the details of everything you did and what happened. He skimmed through most of it until he reached the part about you being in college.

His body tensed as he read your thoughts on him—how you found him annoying, which he always knew but he was surprised to discover that you also thought he was good looking and had a great personality.

He smirked as he continued reading, losing track of time but not minding at all. He had completely forgotten that you were on your way back.

The way you described him made his heart race, it thrilled him to know that someone he really liked thought he was attractive and a great guy.

He started to palm himself slowly as he continued reading, trying to relieve some of the tension as he became more aroused.

Meanwhile, you had been waiting for half an hour and decided to take a taxi back. With only your phone in hand and it being late, you just wanted to get home as soon as possible so you texted Chris.

y/n

- chris can you leave the door unlock

- I'm five minutes away

- I think I forgot my keys at my friends house ffs

You were nearly at your destination, completely unaware of what Chris was doing..

The ride though was quiet and peaceful, as it was late at night. Your roommate still hadn't messaged you, which was a bit annoying, but you didn't let it bother you too much.

Meanwhile, Chris was getting more intense as he continued to read. He started to understand all the things you thought about him, even down to the more adventurous details.

"I thought you hated me, y/n," he whispered to himself, reading further until he reached the entry dated April 12th, which was just yesterday, since you hadn't written anything new today.

He began to stroke himself as he set the book down beside him, closing his eyes and imagining all the things he wanted to do with you. Knowing what you truly thought of him only boosted his confidence.

As for you, you were searching for your keys after getting out of the taxi, hoping you had them since you assumed he was asleep. He hadn't replied to your text, and you didn't want to wake him up.

As you slowly walked to the door, you chuckled to yourself upon spotting your keys buried at the bottom of your handbag. You fished them out before opening the door.

Chris didn't have a chance to move. When he heard the door open, he froze. There was nowhere to hide his boner since your bed was neatly made, and his boxers were around his ankles.

Your eyes met his, then quickly took in the situation. He was lying on your bed with your diary next to him.

"WHAT THE HELL, CHRIS?" You were more upset about him reading your diary, finding it even more embarrassing than catching him in the act on your bed. It just added to the awkwardness of the whole situation.

Chris was at a loss for words, but he tried. He looked away, hurriedly pulling up his boxers, frustrated that he couldn't finish but knowing he was to blame.

"I'm sorry, baby," he said softly, just loud enough for you to hear, hoping the term of endearment might make things even slightly better.

You glared at him, feeling a bit tipsy already. You placed your handbag down as he got off your bed.

"Don't move. Get back on my bed," you said firmly, prompting him to listen and lay back down.

"Why did you read my diary?" you asked Chris, locking eyes with his blue gaze. He hesitated before answering, his heart racing perhaps from desire, or perhaps because you looked stunning.

"I thought you hated me, but I wanted to know you better. I figured reading your diary might help," he whispered, biting his lip slightly, aware that his excuse was weak but truthful.

"Are you kidding me?" you muttered, mostly to yourself, but he heard, and it left him silent and to look away.

Unbothered, you climbed on top of him, grabbing his hair to force eye contact.

"You were too scared to get to know me, so you snooped through my stuff?" you asked, annoyed. You could feel his arousal against you, still evident from earlier.

"I'm sorry, mommy," he replied, which made you pause for a moment. Although you've been called that before, in this context, it felt a bit unusual, yet it didn't bother you.. you just knew you had to get use to being called that since this will be happening more than once.

"You better be," you whispered before kissing him on the lips. Despite your lingering annoyance, you tried to let it go.

He placed his hands on your back, pulling you closer to his body, and kissed you back almost immediately.

You traced your tongue along his lips as if guiding him, and he mimicked every movement each time your lips shifted position slightly.

"I'm sorry, y/n," he whispered, his warm breath mingling with yours. "P-please forgive me for reading your diary," he whispered again, pulling you even closer.

You pulled away, causing him to whimper softly, but his eyes stayed locked on yours. "I forgive you," you whispered back, gently wiping a smudge of lipstick from his lips. He didn't seem to mind, knowing it was from you.

His heart skipped a beat, he was thrilled that you had forgiven him, but his desire was overwhelming. He made sure you were aware of his arousal, pressing himself firmly against your leg, the friction eliciting a soft moan from him.

"Please, mommy, just fuck me," he pleaded, his eyes shining in the light as he gazed up at you from below.

Your hand slipped into his boxers, causing him to bite his lip again, watching intently as your hand moved.

He felt your hand wrap around him, your touch slow and deliberate, causing him to twitch as he closed his eyes, finally feeling the friction he craved.

"Just like that," he sighed in satisfaction, his hands gliding along your hips to your backside as you continued to tease him. His hands were warm and slightly sweaty from the anticipation.

You paused, making him look at you with longing, leaving him on the brink. You could tell his legs would be moving more if you weren't seated on them, as you had been on his lap before you started stroking him.

"Why stop..." he asked, maintaining strong eye contact as you chuckled softly, causing him to raise an eyebrow. "You think you're just going to get it all? I'm still annoyed that you read my diary," you replied.

He groaned, prompting you to kiss his jawline. "Maybe if you're a good boy next time, you'll get what you want," you teased.

You slowly removed your clothes, his eyes fixed on your body. He never imagined this day would come, and now he's feeling like a nervous teenager, despite being well past those years.

As you gradually undressed until your breasts were exposed and you were left in your lacy underwear, he was captivated.

He wasn't concerned about your body shape or anything superficial, he cared deeply about you. Even if it didn't always seem that way, he had been fond of you for so long that your appearance didn't matter to him.

"Absolutely stunning..." he whispered, his hands gently exploring your body before you slipped off your underwear. His mouth watered, though he tried to hide it, not wanting to appear like he was only interested in your body.

The truth was, he had desired this moment for ages, and now it was happening with the girl he had always liked and been infatuated with.

"Handsome," you replied, glancing at him and then at his arousal. His eyes lingered on your body a bit longer before meeting your gaze. "Do I need to use a condom?" he asked. He was open to it if necessary, but he certainly preferred not to.

"I'm on birth control, so we should be fine," you assured him, bringing a smile to his face as he realized he didn't need to use protection.

You adjusted yourself to a more comfortable position before guiding him inside you. His eyes widened at the sensation of your warmth enveloping him, and he couldn't help but moan.

"Oh, shit," he murmured, repeating it a few times before closing his eyes with his mouth slightly open. You winced a bit, adjusting to his size, which was much larger than you had anticipated.

He gently rubbed your hips to ease your discomfort, and you noticed his veiny hands and long fingers, which sparked thoughts of more intimate possibilities for the future.

"Take it slow if you need to, mommy," he whispered, concerned about not wanting you to hurt yourself while riding him. You nodded, gradually getting used to his size as you moved slowly.

Your sounds of discomfort shifted into moans, and he grew louder and louder. You didn't mind, nor did you care if others overheard.

"Oh, Mommy..." he whispered as you moved faster, his nails pressing into your hips, though it didn't bother you. His eyes were locked on yours, then on your breasts as they bounced.

He was so unused to this, having only imagined it before. Now, he was just thrilled it was happening, not wanting the moment to end. He loved how well you knew how to bring him closer.

You could feel yourself nearing the edge, his sweet sounds escaping his lips as he moaned your name.

"I'm close," you murmured, drawing his gaze to your lips before meeting your eyes. "Me too," he replied, capturing your lips in a kiss, which you returned.

His hands guided you to grind on him, offering some help as the two of you began to make out again.

The taste of his mouth was a mixture of him and raspberries, thanks to the ones he'd eaten. Kissing him was so enjoyable, something you always wanted but never admitted though he knows now, having read your diary.

You felt him twitch inside you, signaling how close he was. You gave him a warning before your own release coated him, causing him to squirm slightly and find his own climax. The mix of both your releases began to drip as he remained inside you.

"Fuck," he moaned loudly, while you tried to stifle your own sounds, aware of the neighbors. You didn't mind them hearing before, but now you hoped they wouldn't complain.

Afterward, you both lay side by side on your bed. He glanced down at himself, observing the evidence of your shared experience, then turned to embrace you.

"Baby..." he whispered softly in your ear, his stubbled beard brushing against your neck. "Yeah?" you replied, breathless and feeling the effort of speaking.

"I've always liked you... even before I read your diary. I want to ask you... Would you like to date?" he inquired.

pairing: secret!bf! x f!reader

summary: matt has been cheating on his girlfriend for you but soon paparazzi’s caught the two of you, leaving things unsettled.

warnings: smut, pet names (baby, slut, sweetheart, love), public sex, dominant!matt, swearing, rough sex, fingering, nipple playing, needy matt, crying, panicking, hair pulling, ass grabbing, choking kink, getting caught, p in v, teasing, mention of y/n

a/n: not my photos, on pinterest.

WORDS: 2.9k

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Matt had a girlfriend who he had lost feelings for her ever since he met you. The more time you spent together, the closer your friendship evolved into a secret dating relationship.

Despite dating each other for the past two months, you both had to keep it under wraps because of his other girlfriend and his status as a famous YouTuber alongside his brothers.

His brothers admired you more than his actual girlfriend, but they were unaware of the romantic relationship between you and Matt.

In public settings with friends or when hanging out with his brothers, Matt would discreetly touch your thigh under the table so no one saw.

At times, things between you two would escalate into more intimate moments, which he enjoyed as it fueled his affection for you and his fingers were just enough to please you.

Currently, you were staying at a hotel with Matt as neither of you could visit each other's homes.

Matt's girlfriend, who everyone knew was a friend of yours, added a complex layer to the situation but the complications, she had mistreated you, allowing you to feel less guilty about the affair.

Matt, on the other hand, avoided going home so he didn't have to see his brothers as he desired quality time with you.

Matthew considered breaking up with his girlfriend a few times, but lacked the courage to do so, and aside from his brother, his parents adored her, even though they had never met you.

Another factor was the short duration of your relationship together, which had only been two months compared to his previous three-month relationship.

However, the main reason was his concern that his girlfriend might become upset with you if things ended badly.

You were lounging on the bed, engrossed in your phone, while Matt dried his hair after a shower. "Are you okay, love?" he inquired.

Setting your phone aside since you noticed he left the bathroom, you smiled as his gaze met yours. "I'm fine, and you?" you replied softly.

He returned the smile, joining you on the bed and leaning against you, resting his head on your shoulder as you felt his slightly wet hair soaking your shirt.

"I'm better now that I'm with you," he murmured, intertwining his fingers with yours, his blue eyes fixed on your hands, noting the size difference between them.

There were moments when he felt guilty for cheating, but he did it because of you and he did not regret it. He loved you, not her. He wouldn't be with you if he loved his other girlfriend.

Even if he thought about the other girl he was cheating on, his thoughts always came back to you. He didn't care about his other girlfriend, he only wanted to end things with her because he lost feelings and your just better.

He drifted off in a daydream for a moment before turning to look at you, giving you a smile before leaning in to kiss your lips, slowly climbing on top of you.

You placed your hands on his hips and didn't hesitate to kiss him back as he let out a small sigh of relief before slipping his tongue into your mouth, to which you responded in kind.

Exploring each other's mouths, both of you aroused but he was teasing you, his fingers teasingly rubbing against your shorts near your heat, causing you to roll your eyes in pleasure at the touch. However, he abruptly pulled away, meeting your gaze.

"Not that easy, baby," he smirked before sitting on top of you. You pout a tiny bit before placing your hands on his thigh to rub them for his comfort.

"You're annoying, you know that," you said, making him chuckle and gently tap your nose while you’re more turned on than him. "But you still love me, right?"

"Still doesn't change the fact that you're annoying," you whispered as he rolled his eyes. He knew he needed you as much as you needed him, but he didn't care, he loved teasing you.

Shifting slightly, he laid on top of you with his head on your shoulder, remaining silent as you played with his soft hair.

It was late at night, and you both were still at a hotel with a massive pool.

He looked at you and then settled in more comfortably as you wrapped your arms around him to prevent him from falling off.

"Do you want to go swimming?" he asked, closing his eyes. He caught a whiff of the perfume you were wearing, causing his body to slightly twitch from the goosebumps as the scent was intoxicating to him, like a drug.

You stay silent for a little longer, gently playing with his hair, causing him to bite his lip to suppress a small moan or whimper as your nails delicately touch his scalp a few times.

"Now?" you ask, to which he simply nods in response, lightly kissing your shoulder as a silent expression of his happiness that you are here with him. "If you want to go swimming, then let's go."

You and Matt have been seen hanging out together a few times, leading your friend, who is Matt's girlfriend, to question the nature of your relationship.

However, you both maintained that you are just friends, a story she believed.

He smiled and got up from on top of you, making sure not to hurt you, before looking at you and then rummaging through his suitcase to find his swimming shorts.

As he prepared, you observed him going through his belongings before you got up to search for a bikini you brought with you.

By the time you began to change into your swimwear, he was already dressed. He watched you intently, a reminder playing through his head that you are his, causing his smirk to widen.

"Are you going to keep watching like a pervert?" you teased with a small grin as he simply rolled his eyes, but didn't take his gaze off of you.

"I'm not a pervert, I'm just admiring you and thinking about leaving some hickeys on you again. I like marking what's mine," he replied, watching as you finished changing into your bikini, making him eager to rip it off.

You locked eyes with him, raising an eyebrow and casually moving your hair to one side. "Then go ahead, you're a coward if you don't mark what's yours," you challenged, causing him to glare at you, shaking his head with a smile on his lips - though there was always a smile on his lips when he was with you.

"I hate you, you know that, right?" he said jokingly before moving closer to you, pressing you against the wall and kissing your neck, not wasting anytime.

"Hate is a strong word, Bernard," you replied as he bit your neck firmly, but not enough to cause any pain.

"Never call me Bernard, y/n," he warned as his hot breath tickled your neck. You chuckled before nodding in response.

He gently rubbed your back, then his hands moved to your ass, squeezing it before pulling away to look into your eyes.

He admired your perfect body, but deep down he knew it wasn't just your physical form he loved, it was you he loved the most, not just your body.

"Ready to go swimming now?" he asked, to which you nodded. He playfully rubbed his nose against yours, a small grin forming on his lips, before releasing you with one last playful squeeze on your ass.

"Are you ready?" he asked again, glancing at you and then at your bikini, which hugged your curves. "Yes, I'm ready," you replied.

Checking the time on his phone, he noticed it was getting late but neither of you bothered taking your phones since you both saw no need.

"Come on, sweetheart," he said, leading you as you followed him. He locked the hotel room door before heading to the elevator, holding your hand not just to guide you but also because he simply wanted to feel your touch.

As you both rode the elevator down to the ground floor, he gazed at you and kissed your lips, gently tugging on your hair.

His lips met yours, and a soft moan escaped you as he slipped his tongue into your mouth.

Pressing you against the elevator wall, he positioned his knee between your legs and his hand wandered to your neck.

As he continued to kiss you, his hold on you tightened but he released you once the elevator reached the ground floor.

With a smirk, he wrapped his arm around you, leading you to the empty pool on that late Tuesday night when few guests were at the hotel.

"Can I be honest?" he asked, prompting you to turn and nod before returning your gaze to the pool as you sat on the edge, feeling the chill of the night air.

"You look so hot in that bikini, it makes you look like a fucking slut- hot one though" he remarked as he sat beside you, his eyes widening at the cold sensation when he dipped his feet into the pool.

"Are you calling me a slut?" You raise an eyebrow, causing him to snap his head towards you, his heart racing. "I didn't mean it in a rude way, baby but yes," he says.

You faked your anger and push him into the cold pool, causing him to curse as he hits the water.

"What the fuck, y/n," he says, rubbing his eyes before looking at you, grabbing your ankle and pulling you into the water.

Unable to hold on to anything, your body plunges into the freezing water. You quickly swim back to him, only to see him laughing, so you splash water at him.

"Oh my god, you are an asshole," you say, causing him to swim closer and pat your head before kissing you quickly and apologizing, "Sorry, sweetheart."

He wraps his arms around your waist and kisses you again, but it's short lived as he pulls away. "Can we have sex? In the pool?" he asks, pressing his half hard member against your leg.

You raise an eyebrow and don't say anything, except allowing his hands to move to your chest, even though you're wearing a bikini.

He didn't hesitate to touch your breasts. You made sure no one was around, and so did Matt.

He smiled to himself as you both confirmed the coast was clear. Then he removed your bikini top and began to gently suck on your breast while one of his hands played with your nipples.

You let out a soft moan as his teeth lightly grazed your hardened nipples. He watched as you closed your eyes and arched your back slightly.

After a moment, he pulled away and pushed you against the edge of the pool. He then removed his swimming shorts, revealing his large, erect member.

"I can't believe we're doing this in public. It makes me want to cum already," he said with a wink before removing your bikini, leaving you both naked.

He guided your legs to wrap around him as he began to make love to you, his cock thrusting into you as you both moaned softly.

"Take it like a good girl," Matthew said, biting his lip afterward as he increased the intensity, his eyes rolling back slightly as he heard your moans with each thrust.

The look in your eyes told you were close, but he just laughed darkly and shook his head. "Hold your orgasm, sweetheart. You can cum when I do," he said, making you whine, which prompted him to flick your nipples to make you stop.

Your breaths were erratic, but not as much as Matt's. "Do you like that, y/n? Me forcing you to hold your orgasm even though you're being such a good girl that I treat you like a slut?" he asked, making you nod.

He hummed before coming inside you harshly, causing you to coat his dick as you both remained in the pool. He gazed at you, kissed your lips, and then pulled away.

"We should head back. We've already taken the risk of having sex, so we shouldn't push our luck any further," he whispered, moving your hair away from your face.

You nodded, and he helped you put on your bikini before donning his swimming shorts, still sporting a boner.

He got out of the pool, assisted you, and then the two of you made your way back to his hotel. Despite being able to walk just fine, he still held onto you.

He remained silent as he pressed the number two button in the hotel elevator. You leaned on him as he gently stroked your hair.

"Come on," he whispered once the doors opened. You smiled and followed as he led you, his hand linking with yours.

He soon unlocked the door and held it open for you to enter first. You stepped inside, and he smiled gently as you thanked him before he locked the door.

"I didn't think we would end up having sex, I thought we were just going to swim," you said, making him smirk.

He then removed his wet swimming shorts, put on some boxers, and hung the shorts to dry on the balcony with pegs.

"Give me your bikini," he requested as you started to change. He smiled when you handed it to him and dried it in the same manner as his swimming shorts.

When he returned, he hugged you from behind, causing you to shiver because you were ticklish. He chuckled before resting his head on your neck, enjoying the scent of your skin.

As you laid down next to him, you rested your head on his chest and gently ran your hands over his stomach, the room filled with silence.

"I really need to end things with her, but I'm unsure how to do it without causing any issues with your friendship with her and upsetting my parents. However, once my parents find out about you, they'll surely appreciate you even more," he confessed, looking into your eyes with a faint smile.

"Then go ahead and do it. I don't mind losing me and her's friendship for the sake of your happiness," you responded, meeting his gaze as he fell silent for a moment before nodding and speaking softly, "I'll handle it tomorrow or sometime this week."

You smiled and kissed his lips, causing him to close his eyes and gently place his hands on your waist, pulling you onto his lap as he lay back.

As you pulled away from the kiss, you glanced at him before snuggling down on top of him. He was quiet, breathing gently, but his hand was rubbing your waist and back.

"Goodnight, sweetheart," he whispered, and you reciprocated the sentiment before both drifting off to sleep. You were the first to wake up in the morning.

"Matt, your phone won't stop ringing," you mumbled, waking him up. He looked at you, then at his phone.

"It's her," he whispered, trying to ignore it, but the phone kept buzzing. "Oh, for fuck sake," he groaned, shifting slightly to answer the call.

He answered, sounding half asleep as you rested your head on his stomach. Suddenly, you heard a gasp from him, prompting him to look at you, and you back at him.

"What's wrong?" you whispered so quiet that he probably didn't hear, and he shook his head, continuing the conversation on the phone.

"What do you mean I was with y/n last night, fucking her?" he said, trying to remain calm.

You froze as Matt put an arm around you, reassuring you that it wasn't your fault. "Listen, I was going to tell you about me and her," he whispered, but his girlfriend kept accusing him of lying.

Eventually, Matt learned that she found out about the affair from someone at the same hotel who witnessed you both at the pool.

They discreetly recorded the encounter, but the footage was blurry due to their distance and hiding spot. Though it was clear it was you two.

With a heavy sigh, Matt set his phone on the bed and rubbed his temples as his girlfriend but now ex ended it.

"She knows, someone recorded us which is so creepy," he said in distress, and you did your best to comfort him.

His main concern was that the video might be circulating online, exposing him to people he knew and his followers.

You stood up and leaned against the headboard, wrapping your arms around him. Overwhelmed, he began to cry.

"I'm in deep trouble. I don't care about losing her, I'm just glad to be with you. But my fans will find out, my parents, my brothers who I share a home with," he whispered as you held him close, assuring him that everything would be okay in the end.

pairing: bf!matt x f!reader

summary: where matt takes you to a cabin in the middle of the forest for a romantic evening together.

warning: smut, sub!matt, p in v, use of y/n, pet names (sweetheart, good girl, love, baby), hair pulling, protected sex

warning: smut, dom!matt, p in v, use of y/n, pet names (sweetheart, good girl, baby), hair pulling, protected sex

a/n: not my photos, on pinterest. I haven't posted for a long time, sorry about that

WORDS: 2.3k

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you - pink | matt- blue

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Matt has always mentioned or asked you to come to a cabin with him, but you have always agreed and then accidentally made other plans, or he ended up having to record a YouTube video because his brother changed the timetable. As a result, you never had the opportunity.

Today, however, you both finally had the chance to go out and stay at the cabin for a few nights, just the two of you. Matt was very excited, not only because you were with him, but also because he admired a cabin in the woods where no one knew your location.

As he drove, Matt couldn't resist placing his hand on your thigh, a habit he developed when you were in the passenger seat. He never mentioned it, but once he had Chris sitting next to him in the car, and he randomly placed his hand on Chris's thigh for a few seconds, resulting in an awkward silence and Chris teasing him about it ever since. However, Matt didn't let it bother him when he was with you in the car.

The music was playing softly in the background as the two of you chatted. He glanced at you while keeping his focus on the road, and gently squeezed your thigh to get your attention. You responded with a slight hum and made eye contact before he had to turn his attention back to driving.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" he asked, his tone gentle. "I know we finally have the time, but I don't want to pressure you. We can turn back if you'd rather not go."

He was eager to go, but unsure if you felt the same. The last thing he wanted was for you to do something you didn't truly want to do just for his sake. Your smile reassured him, and he smiled faintly in return, waiting for your response.

"Why wouldn't I want to?" you answered, watching his side profile as he drove.

He chuckled, his teeth peeking through, as if he thought you were joking. To him, it was clear that he wanted nothing more than to be in a cozy cabin in the middle of the woods with you.

"Have I not made it clear enough for you, sweetheart?" His words caused your eyes to roll, already knowing the answer.

Neither of you spoke, he simply rubbed your thigh and continued to listen to the navigation system guiding you both on the remaining distance until your arrival.

You gazed at his hands, noticing his painted fingernails matching yours, though his were starting to chip off due to his habit of scratching or biting them occasionally.

For the next hour or so, he drove until finally reaching your destination.

Upon arriving, he quickly exited the car to retrieve his belongings and opened the door for you before you could even reach for it, prompting a soft laugh from you.

"Thank you, but I could have done it myself," you said, though secretly enjoying the gesture without needing to express it.

"I prefer to make my girl feel like a princess rather than treating you like a slave," he whispered as he kissed your head before locking the car.

He would retrieve our luggage shortly, but first, he wanted to make sure the key was where it was supposed to be since no one else was around.

He found the key hidden under the plant pot, surprisingly untouched. Just as he was about to pick it up, he remembered the owner talking about some safety tips and details before he rent it.

"Would you like to relax while I grab our things, baby?" he inquired, scanning you from head to toe and smirking when he caught your gaze.

"Don't you want some assistance with that?" you asked, meeting his blue eyes as he simply shook his head in refusal.

You watched him for a moment, considering helping him, but he grabbed your arm and guided you back to your previous position beside him.

"Come on, y/n, be a good girl and listen to me. I don't need help with this," he emphasized, ensuring his words were clear. It wasn't just because he didn't want your help, but also because there were only a few bags to carry since you were both staying for three nights.

You didn't respond, choosing to stay where you were instead of entering the cabin alone. You waited while not helping him.

He made the task of carrying the bags to the cabin seem easier than it actually was. To him, it was no big deal.

He entered the cabin first, with you holding the door for him as he carried both of your belongings. He headed straight to the room, as he had looked it up online before renting it for a short period.

As he disappeared into a room, you took the opportunity to look around. Your fingertips brushed against the soft wood and door handles, trying to figure out the layout of the place.

"Are you exploring? Finding something interesting? What are you up to, love?" he asked upon returning and seeing you inspecting something, though he wasn't sure what.

He approached you and hugged you from behind, resting his head on yours as you took in the details of the room.

"Just looking around," you answered, rubbing his arm adorned with tattoos before starting to walk, yet he still kept his hands wrapped around you.

He wasn't as touchy in front of his brothers, as he never wanted to make them uncomfortable. He was more likely to show affection when the two of you were alone in his room, but he faintly worries about his brothers walking in and judging him for being clingy. However, when he knew it was just the two of you, he could truly relax and be comfortable around you.

You smiled and kissed his hand, as it was the closest thing your lips could touch. Soon after, you pulled away, causing him to watch you.

"Are you okay?" he asked, his eyes focused on you. He wanted to make sure you were alright. You simply nodded and reached into the bag to get a drink of water before putting it in the fridge.

He checked you out like he had done before entering the cabin, admiring your beauty as usual, but something about you today seemed particularly appealing to him.

Without taking any action, he simply sat down on the couch, and before long, you joined him, resting your head on his shoulder. He placed his hand on your arm and gently rubbed it. "Why do you look so stunning today? You always do, but..." His words trailed off, leaving you slightly puzzled and intrigued, but he quickly laughed it off.

After a moment of silence, he felt your fingers tracing his tattoos and readjusting his shirt after. "Could you pleasure me in some way?" he asked quietly, causing you to pull away and meet his gaze as he bit his lip.

"Could you be on top?" he pleaded, continuing to stroke your arm before kissing the tip of your nose.

"Are you being serious right now? Like, actually serious?" you questioned, to which he just gave you a stern look before responding.

"Do you want me to show you my hard cock to prove I'm serious?" he asked, his accent subtly present but not overpowering.

He leaned in and gently kissed your lips, resting his head on the armchair as you slowly straddled him.

"Do you like that, baby?" you whispered, feeling his touch tender as he eagerly tried to remove your shirt.

You broke away from the kiss before he could fully undress you, his gaze fixated on your chest.

"I'm not a fan of bras, but I do love boobs. Well, some bras, at least. They can push your boobs together and drive me wild," he confessed before you silenced him with another kiss.

He groaned and returned the kiss, his hands fumbling with your bra until he finally unclasped it.

After squeezing your breasts, he pulled away from the kiss, admiring your exposed chest that belonged to him as you were his and he was yours.

"Fuck y/n," he grinned. He was acting like a child, but he didn't care. You took off his shirt, and he let you do it.

His torso was exposed, and you ran your hand over it, feeling him harden beneath you while on the couch.

His cheeks were red, and whimpers escaped his mouth as you moved on his lap. He was needy, and you could tell.

You didn't waste any time, knowing he hated being teased but also loved it, depending on his mood. But you could see he was too horny to handle any teasing.

You slowly got off him, making him a bit worried, but then he watched as you took off his jeans, causing him to bite his lip.

His pre-cum stained his boxers, but he didn't seem to care or even notice. His legs trembled slightly with need, but they weren't shaking too much yet.

You left him in his boxers as you slowly undressed, testing his patience even though he couldn't do much.

"Y/N, please, don't make me look foolish here," he whispered, glancing at you before realizing you were testing him.

He removed his boxers on his own as he watched you shed your remaining clothes. His member throbbed, and he couldn't resist the urge to pleasure himself in that moment.

You placed your hands on his knees and then ran them up to his thighs. He caught his breath and gazed at your hands.

"Are you sure you want me to make love to you?" you asked. He nodded, but then swiftly reached for his jeans, pulling out a condom from his pocket.

"Did you anticipate this?" you teased. He just shrugged and handed you the condom. You opened it with your teeth before sliding it onto his erection.

He gasped as your hand made contact with his eager member, craving your touch.

He grinned at you before gripping your hips, guiding you to straddle him on his lap since he couldn't bear not feeling your touch on his throbbing shaft.

He ensured that you were comfortable and adjusted to his size. His eyes rolled back as he restrained himself from moaning in pleasure.

"Good girl, y/n," he stammered out, noticing the mix of pain and pleasure on your face as you slowly rocked your hips.

He tried to control his excitement so that you wouldn't experience any pain after getting accustomed to it once again, as you had done many times before, and he particularly enjoyed when you were wrapped around him.

"Oh, yes," you whispered to yourself, the pain gradually giving way to pleasure.

You began to move more vigorously, which is what he desired and enjoyed. Both of you let out sounds of pleasure.

He grabbed your hair, pulling it back, causing you to close your eyes and part your lips, feeling his strong hands in your hair.

The rougher and faster you went, the tighter he held onto your hair.

Your moans were like music to his ears, which he adored. Your mixed-up breathing, as you focused on being dominant some of the time and the other on the pleasure.

His eyes glistened with pleasure, his skin becoming moist as his cock was coated in your wetness. He could tell you were close by the way you were getting rougher while riding him on the couch, your moans growing higher in pitch.

"Are you close, sweetheart?" he asked, looking at you before pulling your hair as his orgasm built up.

You nodded, both of you covered in sweat. You pushed his hair back while continuing to ride him, his hands exploring your waist.

His eyes rolled back as you began kissing his neck, causing him to moan softly from the sensation and your movements.

"Damn, I'm going to cum if you keep teasing me like that," he whispered softly, almost inaudibly.

You felt your own orgasm building, sensing Matt's cock twitching more inside you, indicating he was close as well.

A few tears welled up in his bright blue eyes, overwhelmed by the pleasure coursing through him. He bit his lip in response to the sound of your moans, unaware that you had just reached your climax on his cock.

His eyes widened in amazement and desire, a mix of awe and lust consuming him. He felt your legs tremble slightly from the intensity of your orgasm, yet you continued to ride him with such vigor that it clouded his thoughts.

"Oh, that's it, y/n, fuck," he groaned, his hands entangled in your hair as he released into the condom.

His moans echoed louder than yours, his body arching in ecstasy as he struggled to stifle his sounds.

As you gradually slowed your movements, he finally caught his breath and was able to gaze at you intently.

"Can we do this every night while we're in the cabin?" he asked with a smirk, cheeks flushed.

"Maybe," you replied as you dismounted, leaving a trace of your essence on his member. He removed the condom, tied it off, and disposed of it in the bin.

"I can make you say yes," he says, throwing down the gauntlet. You arch an eyebrow as he winks and settles back on the couch beside you once more.

pairing: bf!chris x f!reader

summary: where chris finally obtained his driver's license after years of waiting, but during your first ride with him, he couldn't resist the urge to explore something else.

warning: smut, car sex, swearing, pet names (ma, mama, baby, darling, pretty girl, sweetheart), sub!chris, p in v, dirty talking, hand job, needy chris

a/n: not my photos, on pinterest. bro needs his driver license though. OMG HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO THE STURNIOLO TRIPLETS!!

WORDS: 2.1k

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you - pink | chris - orange

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Matt had always teased Chris about not having his driver's license, especially since he was turning twenty one in less than a week. Little did anyone know, he had been taking driving lessons and had finally obtained his driver's license.

His brothers and you were surprised, but happy for him nonetheless. You couldn't help but wonder how long he had kept this secret, especially since he had even bought a car without telling anyone.

At this moment though, you were in his room, running your hands through his hair in a way that made his eyes roll back in pleasure sometimes.

You were watching a movie together when he suddenly suggested going for a night drive. He trusted himself to drive with you, even though he would need to focus a lot since he had just started driving on his own without an instructor.

"Do you want to go for a night drive?" he asked, shifting slightly to look into your eyes while making sure not to disturb your hands in his hair.

"I don't mind, why do you want to?" you say, and he nods, a smile on his lips. It was reminiscent of the Cheshire Cat in Alice in Wonderland, but it was a pleasant, contagious smile.

"Are you going to drive?" you ask, and he simply nods again, closing his eyes as your fingers lightly massage his scalp, providing a sense of comfort.

You watch him as he shifts to get out of bed, and you follow suit, changing while Chris casually throws on a shirt over his sweatpants.

He grabs his car keys from the bedside table and then looks at you. "You look fine, baby, no need to get all dolled up," he chuckles, gazing at you.

You smile and listen to his advice, slipping on your shoes while he wears sandals with white socks. You glance at him from head to toe but say nothing, a small smile playing on your lips.

He had just left his room, but he held the door open for you to go first. He smiled and followed you downstairs once you thanked him and walked past, but you waited for him to go ahead after reaching the bottom of the stairs.

He then gently places his hand around your waist and wrapped his arm around you as you both headed to the garage to unlock his car.

You settled into the passenger seat while he took the driver's seat. You chuckled to yourself, which prompted him to look at you in confusion. "What?" he asked.

"I don't feel like I'm with you, it feels like I'm sitting next to Matt," you teased. He just rolled his eyes and playfully hit you in response.

“You're an asshole," he says before starting to drive. He had been nervous about it since he was still new to driving, and there was an unusual feeling in his chest because he was scared of making a mistake. However, he tried to push those thoughts away.

As he began driving, he decided to stop at a nearby shop first so both of you could grab some snacks before figuring out what to do and where to go.

You observed him focusing, finding it new to see your boyfriend behind the wheel, which definitely made him look more attractive.

His blue eyes were fixed on the road, his hands on the wheel showing prominent veins, his messy hair, a small smile on his lips, and the way he quickly glanced at you now and then to make sure you were okay.

He was parked close to the shop and quickly asked, "Wanna come in with me?" Your eyes met his before nodding, and he smiled as he headed towards the car, with you following suit.

As you both strolled towards the shop, he locked the car with the keys and then casually placed his hand on your backside as you entered the corner shop.

"Are you sure you're alright, darling?" he murmured, noticing your silence, but he didn't press further. He simply kissed your forehead.

You found it difficult to resist him any longer - his strong hands, his soothing voice, his masculine scent, and his protective nature all stirred a desire within you.

"I'm okay, I promise," you chuckled softly as he went to grab some snacks, and you tagged along, feeling like he was guiding you. He selected snacks for you and him, insisted on paying, even though you offered to contribute.

He carried the items, holding your hand with his free hand, not allowing you to carry anything. You obediently followed him to the car and sat in the passenger seat as he had instructed.

“Do you know where we're going now, sweetheart?” he asked as he finally settled in his car, gazing at you and gently caressing your cheek with his thumb.

You leaned into his touch, closing your eyes and relaxing, though your eyes was filled with love and more, as he had seen before.

He continued to look at you a moment longer before kissing your lips, causing you to pull back slightly, but you couldn't due to he made you to stay so your lips are connected to his.

Slipping his tongue into your mouth, his hands moved to your hair as he drew you closer, despite the constraints of the gear shift and other obstacles.

“Why do you look so beautiful tonight? You always are, but perhaps it's just the lighting that's making you look so stunning right now,” he whispered against your lips.

He eventually pulled away and removed his shirt, feeling a strong desire for you but managing to restrain himself, asking first, “Are you as turned on as I am?” he inquired.

You chuckled softly, nodded, and took control as he leaned in to kiss your lips. You grabbed his belt, pulling him closer, and kissed his lips quickly before drawing back.

“Want to take this to the back seat?” You suggest, and he simply gazes into your eyes before a smile forms on his lips, which quickly turns into a smirk.

Without saying a word, he climbs into the backseat, and you follow suit, pinning him down and kissing him passionately. His hands move to your backside, gripping it tightly.

“How much do you want me?” you whisper against his lips as you pull back slightly, meeting his blue eyes.

“Really badly, ma,” he mutters, his cheeks turning red. He reaches for your head, pulling you in for another kiss, to which you eagerly respond.

As you both explore each other's mouths, his hands roam over your body, unsure of where to settle. When you eventually break the kiss, he lets out a small whine, keeping his gaze fixed on you, uncertain of your next move.

You remove his shirt, exposing his chest as his fingers graze your shirt. It seems like he's nervous but trying to appear confident.

You remained silent but let out a small chuckle before gently brushing his hair away from his face, causing him to smile.

Soon after, you removed your own shirt, his eyes fixed on your body. Without hesitation, he ran his hand over your boobs, since you haven’t been wearing a bra due to your wearing pajamas before leaving the house.

"Shit, mama," he whispered, gazing at your breasts, unable to tear his eyes away. You simply smirked before kissing his jaw.

A soft moan escaped him as he leaned into your touch, his hand now moving to your hair, tenderly stroking it. However, he found it hard to concentrate, so enthralled was he by your touch.

"Y/n... please," he whispered, struggling to articulate his thoughts. You gazed at him after breaking away from his jawline.

"Look at you... can't even speak properly," you teased, causing him to meet your gaze and squint, though he bit his lip to suppress a smile.

You removed his sweatpants, causing his heart to race faster as you saw his arousal growing due to your actions.

You gently grasped his erection and began to stroke him, eliciting shivers and heavy breathing from him.

"Y/N, oh god, baby, I'm going to cum if you continue," he whimpered, locking eyes with you and then glancing at where your hand was around him.

Pre-cum dripped from his cock, indicating his intense excitement for you. He was unable to contain himself any longer, feeling as though he was being teased.

His legs were trembling slightly as you stroked him, and when you kissed his neck, occasionally nibbling on it, he let out louder moans that were particularly noticeable because you were in his new car.

"Y/N, please fuck me! Please, baby! I'll do anything," he cried out, pulling his own hair as he loved when you did it, pretending his hands were yours.

"So needy for me, I love that from you," you said as you pulled away from his neck, his eyes filled with passion and pleasure.

You continued to stroke him a little longer before pulling away. He whimpered, but then he watched as your hands moved to remove your remaining clothes.

His mouth watered, he bit his lip, and he couldn't help but gaze at your naked body, trying not to moan just from the sight.

"Oh, God," he whispered to himself, unable to resist putting his hands on your body, rubbing your ass, and then moving close to your thighs.

"I just need you to ride me! Please, Y/N," he said, his eyes filled with vulnerability that you loved.

You didn’t hesitate at all, you didn’t want to waste any time. As his hands moved to your hips, you positioned yourself more comfortably against him, feeling his cock covered in pre-cum.

He arched his back when he felt you wrap around him, and you moaned softly as his breath caught. "That's it, sweetheart," he whispered.

His size stretched you, and it took a moment to adjust, but you began rocking your hips, causing his eyes to widen and his moans to grow louder.

"Do you like that?" you asked with a smirk, holding his chest as you increased the pace, eliciting another loud moan from him as you added your own small moans to the mix.

He was rendered speechless as you noticed his heart racing in your hand, but you continued to ride him. Unable to withstand it any longer, he was on the verge of climaxing but held back. His hands reached up to move your hair away from your face.

"Pretty girl," he whispered before releasing a soft moan. You bit your lip to stifle your own moans, feeling his cock pulsating inside you, indicating he was close.

"Me too, baby, me too," you responded, knowing exactly what he meant. Unsure of where to place his hands, he ran them over your body.

As you continued to ride him, planting kisses on his chest and leaving a few hickeys, he whimpered and moaned louder.

"I can't hold it any longer, y/n," he softly confessed, signaling his impending orgasm. You simply hummed in agreement.

His grip tightened as he climaxed inside you, reassured it was safe from pregnancy. He let out a loud moan, rolling his eyes with his mouth agape.

You continue to ride him, causing him to shake as he struggles to catch his breath. His hands tremble on your thighs as you keep riding him towards your climax.

As you felt your orgasm approaching, you surrendered to the sensation, covering his cock with a mix of mutual pleasure.

A loud moan escaped you, causing him to glance at you with a small smile before tucking your hair behind your ear.

"Just lay on top of me," he whispered, guiding you gently to relax as you slowed your racing heart. He continued to stroke your hair while your thumb grazed his chest.

Your sweaty bodies pressed against each other, yet neither of you seemed to mind. Chris shifted slightly to locate your clothes and remembered that he had parked somewhere while you both had been entangled in the backseat.

"Darling, we need to get dressed. We have to head home," he said softly before tenderly kissing your lips.

pairing: bf!chris x f!reader

summary: he cooks a meal as a small gesture of gratitude for all that you do for him. this way, both of you can enjoy a meal together tonight, even though that won’t be the only thing he’s eating night.

warnings: smut, oral female receiving, swearing, use of y/n, ass grabbing, pet names (baby, darling, love).

a/n: not my photos, on pinterest. I didn’t know what to name the title..

WORDS: 1.5k

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you - pink | chris - orange

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You have been doing everything for Chris ever since you started dating, and even before that, it seemed like you had put your own life on hold to help him with his, and you were perfectly content with that.

He was grateful for all you did for him, as he didn't believe he deserved it, but the main reason was that he always felt he wasn't doing enough for you.

Although he wasn't the best cook, he had an idea to prepare a meal and made an effort to learn by reading instructions to make it perfect for you.

He was wearing headphones as he was home alone since his brothers had gone out and offered him to join them, but he preferred to stay in and focus on cooking without any distractions.

He took longer than expected to prepare the meal because he wanted it to be flawless, even though he wasn't used to cooking or doing such tasks.

While you were out all day with your friends, you decided to stay a bit longer, which would make you arrive at your boyfriend's house late.

He was aware that you would be coming around 10pm, as you had mentioned staying with your friends earlier. The loud music blared through his headphones again as he prepared your favorite food, hoping that his subpar cooking wouldn't spoil it for you.

"Shit," he muttered upon noticing a call coming in. He hesitated for a moment, uncertain of the caller as he accepted it through his headphones. However, upon hearing your voice, his face lit up with joy.

"Are you okay, baby?" he inquired, a gentle smile playing on his lips as he continued cooking. You reassured him, "Yes, I'm just ten minutes away, then I'll be at yours."

He responded with a sweet remark, acknowledging your imminent arrival. With ten minutes to spare, he focused on completing the cooking.

As you ended the call after a minute, the music resumed playing on his headphones. He didn't mind, instead smiling as he savored the sound of your voice, which warmed his heart, knowing you were the perfect girl for him.

He had just finished the meal when you arrived, creating a pleasant atmosphere after setting the dinner table. As you entered through the front door with your key, you called out loudly, “It's only me!”

However, the house's unique layout made it seem quiet to him, as he was upstairs.

You made your way upstairs to find Chris with a wide grin on his face. He greeted you with a hug, which you reciprocated, prompting him to plant a kiss on your head.

Stepping back, he proudly showed you his handiwork. Your eyes widened as you observed his efforts, then you glanced at him. Without a word, he understood your unspoken thoughts.

“I did everything, even cooked the meal. I hope my cooking skills aren't too shabby,” Chris said with a smile, brushing your hair away from your face.

“This is so thoughtful, Chris,” you murmured, to which he simply chuckled, pleased that you appreciated it. After a moment of silence, he embraced you once more, lifting you off your feet and spinning you around. To him, you were light as a feather, and it was no exaggeration.

He quickly place you down and pulled out a chair for you to sit on while taking a seat himself. His gaze alternated between you and the food in front of him.

“If you don’t like it, you don’t have to eat it y/n,” he said, observing both the dish he had prepared and your reaction. He didn’t want to force you to eat something you didn’t enjoy.

As you began to eat, you found it delicious. It was possibly the best version of your favorite dish you had ever tasted.

He held back from eating first, wanting to gauge your response. When he saw that you liked it, a smile spread across his face.

“It’s amazing,” you exclaimed, prompting his eyes to light up as he nodded in appreciation. He then began to enjoy his own meal, pleasantly surprised by his culinary skills.

While you both ate and conversed, he listened attentively as you recounted your day. Occasionally, he interjected with questions about your activities, eager to hear more.

Throughout the encounter, his gaze remained fixed on you. Your hair was tousled by the wind outside, adding a carefree charm to your outfit that caught his attention. He couldn't help but notice the fresh love shirt you wore underneath, a detail he had glimpsed earlier while you were changing in his room.

"Checking me out, huh?" you teased, prompting him to roll his eyes and chuckle softly as he continued eating.

"Shut your pretty mouth, will you darling?" he retorted, meeting your gaze and playfully silencing you with a finger on your lips, causing your cheeks to flush.

After ensuring you were quiet, he bit his lip and glanced at you one more time before leaning back in his seat.

Soon, he rose from his seat to clear his plate, prompting you to watch him as you finished your last few bites and followed suit.

With a grin, he reached out to tousle your hair as you rinsed the white plate. "Are you sure it was okay? You weren't just saying that because I made it, were you?"

"I assure you, everything was fine. Why didn't you enjoy it?" you ask, tilting your head in confusion. He just laughs and stops stroking your hair.

"I did like it, but you know what I would like even more?" he whispers, his voice deepening as he moves your hair to the side, exposing your neck.

"What would that be?" you inquire. He simply looks at you before gently kissing your neck and then speaks.

"Well, I'm still hungry, but this time I'm hungry for you," he says before giggling. "I didn't expect it to sound so cringy," he whispers.

He then kisses your lips and pins you against the kitchen counter, grabbing your wrists and making you wrap your arms around him. You respond by kissing him back.

His hands soon move to your backside, squeezing it before lifting you up onto the clean kitchen counter.

He maintains eye contact as he slowly removes your jeans, admiring your naked thighs before placing your jeans on the floor.

Your eyes widen, but he hadn't noticed. He traces patterns on your thigh before moving his hands up to your waist and then glancing at your shirt.

"Can I keep your shirt on? I find it so fucking hot when you wear my merchandise," he says, his voice filled with desire.

You nod, indicating that you are okay with it. He lifts your shirt and kisses your stomach, removing your bra in the process so you are left only in your shirt and thong.

"I'll be fair and make it a bit more comfortable for you to keep your shirt on," he says, aware that you may find it uncomfortable wearing a bra as he has heard you complain about it before.

You push his hair back as he raises an eyebrow in confusion, but doesn't say anything. He removes your underwear and notices how aroused you are.

“You are so beautiful, love," he whispered, gently holding your legs before leaning in to kiss you. His stubbled beard grazed between your legs, eliciting a soft moan from you as your eyes closed in pleasure.

He then kissed your intimate area and flicked his tongue over your folds, teasing you with each sensual touch. His nose brushed against your clitoris as his tongue circled around your entrance, causing you to bite your lip and whimper with delight.

His whispered words, “you like that, huh?” preceded the moment he sensually explored you with his tongue, causing your eyes to widen and your back to arch as he held you in place by sitting on the kitchen counter.

He savored the taste of you, wishing he could always have you. Your moans grew louder, and he didn't attempt to silence you since it was just the two of you in his house.

He intensified his movements, expertly pleasuring you with his tongue, causing your legs to tremble. His thumb deftly teased your clitoral hood, eliciting moans as your orgasm approached.

"I'm close, Chris," you warned, to which he simply nodded. He spread your legs wider, continuing to pleasure you until you released all over his tongue.

Your orgasm dripped onto his chin and the kitchen counter, but he paid it no mind, proceeding to clean you up and lick you thoroughly.

"You taste so delicious, darling," he murmured as he pulled away, licking his lips and gazing at you. As you moved to wipe your essence from his lips, he stopped you, using his thumb to clean them before sensually licking it off.

Your eyes widen as he chuckles before lifting you up gently and taking you to the bathroom to freshen up.