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advent calendar - december 6th

matt ties your apron

as nick introduces the video, a gingerbread house competition with two teams, one being you and matt and the other being him and chris, you struggled to tie your apron, fondling with the short ribbons.

matt reaches for the apron before you can even say anything. “here,” he says, already lifting the straps.

“i can tie it myself,” you tell him, even though you don’t move.

“i know,” he says easily. “just let me.”

you feel him step closer, close enough that you can feel his warmth behind you. the fabric brushes your waist as he loops the strings around, his fingers brushing your sides by accident. he takes his time tying the knot, tugging it gently to make sure it’s secure.

“too tight?” he asks quietly.

you swallow. “it’s fine.”

matt helps you hold the house up

the first wall refuses to stay upright.

every time you let go, it tilts outward like it’s trying to escape.

“it hates me,” you mutter.

matt just laughs and steps in behind you. “hold on.” he presses one hand against the back of the gingerbread wall, steady and warm through the board, while you frost along the edge.

“don’t rush,” he murmurs, voice low, right by your ear. “you’re doing good.”

your hand shakes. not because of the icing bag.

matt looking at you

later, when the cameras are still rolling but everyone’s more relaxed, you catch matt watching you instead of the house.

“what” you ask

“nothing,” he shakes out of his thoughts, looking back at the house. “just zoned out.”

matt blocking the camera (just a little respectful one)

as you’re placing gumdrops on the house, you drop one on the ground.

you turn and bend over to grab it off the ground, and matt immediately stands in between you and the camera.

matt carrying you in the thumbnail

when posing for the thumbnail, chris declares that the thumbnail needs to be “chaotic”

matt sweeps you off the ground, one arm under your legs and the other on your back. you laugh, grabbing his hoodie for a second before turning your head to the camera and posing.

matt cannot hold it together when you scratch his back during sex

he chain hung low, cold metal pressing against your forehead once or twice as he drove into you. you held your breath, unsure of what else to do in the heat of the moment.

you felt so full. like there wasn’t an atom of space left between your coated walls and his dick.

with each stroke, the room began to spin a little faster, you could feel each edge and corner of your pussy being filled, slowly but definitely.

and Matt showed no signs of slowing down, his tongue wetting over his bottom lip in concentration, brows knitted tight.

“fuck… Matt…” you heaved, digging your nails into his back, leaving angry red lines every time her pulled back, only to be inside of you again just a second later.

on the other hand, Matt was struggling. when you left your mark all over him, he went feral. Matt’s shoulders flexed under the tension.

he groaned, shoving his head into your neck. his pulse hammered erratically against your skin, lips caught on your jaw. he was desperate and losing his mind.

and you were the reason.

“don’t stop. please,” he whined, “m’gonna—cum….” the last audible phrase to leave his mouth, raspy and breathless, before he fell apart inside of you.

and tomorrow he’d be covered in the consequences. the proof.

it rhymes with doorgasm. happy reading !! also creds to @theosbae for the idea. go read + interact with her original post.

giving bsf!chris a bubble bath after a nasty hockey match

error—tw: descriptions of injuries

“careful, you’re spillin’ that shit everywhere.” you chuckled, leaning back against the wall and admiring him.

his messy, wet hair that clung to the cut and bruised skin of his neck. the way his lips remained slightly parted, body engulfed by the white foam piled on the surface of the bath water.

he hummed, reaching out a drenched arm in your direction, whiny voice urging you to come closer. “come here, please.” you hesitated, you told yourself you were doing this as a friend. nothing else.

he’d caught some pretty nasty blows on the pitch an hour ago. Chris was always the first to defend a teammate during games. he was team captain.

you knew the exact moment he’d lost it, watching one of his players hit the ground hard after being hit in the ankle with a hockey stick. fury burned behind his eyes as he made his way over, shaking with adrenaline. you remembered it so clearly.

a hiss emerged from the other end of the room. “y/n please, it hurts. don’t make me beg.”

with a sigh, you stood up, slowly moving closer to Chris and hovering above him. swishing some of the foam to the side revealed the dark red line cutting clean across his torso.

dipping them into the water, feeling the heat slowly creep up your fingers, you pressed a hand to the irritated skin beneath the cut. Chris’ head fell back, biting his lip tight to suppress a pained whimper.

“dude messed you up bad, huh?” you teased, dragging a stray thumb down his ab muscles, caressing the boy’s soft, pale skin. Chris nodded, opening his eyes to find yours already staring back at him.

the two of you stayed like that for a prolonged moment. basking in the comfort each other’s gaze. you could tell Chris’ mind was drifting off when his sung grin became more prominent.

“what are you thinking about?”

“you. wet—” his hand climbed its way up your arm, other one reaching around your hip as he began to tug you down. “—with all your clothes on.”

“no. no—chris.” you were to weak to resist, before you knew it, you were laying on top of him, shorts soaked all the way through, white tank top glued to your skin, revealing everything that was happening underneath.

his plush pinks planted wet kisses all over your chest, humming with pleasure. you were worried your body weight was pressing down on his injuries. “Chris I don’t wanna hurt you—”

“no this is better.”

“you sure?”

“wan’ me to prove it?”

𐔌 file.an — comment a tongue emoji if you want part 2 ! thank you for all the love so far. and thank you to awake 2007 for inspiring this blurb. clay beresford >>> anakin skywalker (kill me)

chris walks in on you touching yourself but doesn’t leave instead he watched

cw: (f)masturbation, slightly perverted chris, swearing, lowkey idk any other warnings but this is 18+ read with caution

once you got home from work you went straight to your bed closing the door over behind you. you had been horny all day for no reason whatsoever and the aching between your legs seemed to never go away. you went straight to chris’s instagram. though he was your brothers best friend you had always found him super attractive but had never done anything as to not ruin their friendship. chris was sort of weird around you. not like he really liked you but kinda like he was teasing that he liked you. you opened his instagram and scrolled straight to a picture of him at a party on the beach in just his swim shorts holding a beer in his veiny hand. something about his wet skin glimmering under the flash of the phone and his smile so perfect made your pussy throb like crazy. you discarded your pants and started sliding your fingers up and down your thighs. your body twitched. you couldn’t help yourself from staring at the slight bludge in chris’s shorts. you slid your fingers onto your clit starting to circle it. “fuck” you breathed out eyes rolling back. you switched to another photo of chris is grey sweatpants. you could practically see his dick which made you so wet. you got out your quietest vibrator knowing you brother was home and starting rubbing it on your clit. you bit your lip trying to stifle a moan as your fingers slid to your soaking cunt. you teased the entrance slightly before sinking a finger in. your body jolted and you let out a quiet moan. you could feel yourself getting close from staring at that picture. suddenly you heard your door creak and you froze. chris walked in. he stared back looking you up and down until he noticed his picture on your phone. “fuck, what are you doing.” you said trying to hide yourself. “hey it’s okay.” chris said walking over to you. he sat down on your bed and you tried to turn your phone off but it was too late cause chris already saw. “was that me?” he asked even though he already knew. “w-what are you doing.” you said ignoring the question. “don’t worry about me, keep going.” he said. you looked at him confused so he repeated himself. “keep going baby, i’m just watching.” you squeezed your thighs together hearing him call you baby and you kept going like he said. you put the vibrator back on your clit and moaned. “chri-“ you almost said his name. he stroked your hair. “it’s okay baby, your doing amazing.” you shoved your finger back into your cunt moaning again. he traced his finger over your bottom lip watching your eyes roll back every time your finger hit the perfect spot. “your doing so good.” chris smirked watching how your body moved. you looked up at him then down to his pants where you noticed he was hard. you had turned him on and that alone almost made you come. “you close?” he asked tracing hearts on your cheek. you nodded frantically legs twitching. “you can do it.” he said watching your stomach convulse as the band snapped. you let out a loud sigh as you felt your orgasm wash over you. chris watched the way your body reacted biting his lip. once you had returned from your high you looked up at chris. “you shouldn’t be watching me, your my brothers best friend.” chris just grabbed your jaw and said. “he doesn’t need to know. this can be our little secret.” you nodded as you watched chris leave the room as if he didn’t just watch you have the best orgasm of your life. “what the fuck just happened?” you whispered to yourself.

ivy’s note — dayum this was freaky! hope you guys liked it though. wasn’t proofread so pls ingnore any mistakes 😭😭 also this was my second ever smut! how fun ☺️