#sturntober

Halloween was coming around the corner fast, which meant you needed a costume. You and your boyfriends, Chris and Matt, were going to go to a Halloween party; you, of course, took Halloween very seriously. You had a few options to try on, but one in particular you knew would make them go feral.

It was simple, a black body suit with fishnet tights and cat ears with a tail. The front of the body suit showed just enough cleavage, and you looked in the bathroom mirror, smiling to yourself. You knew you wouldn't wear this to the party, but you liked teasing them, so when you came out of the bathroom fully dressed, their jaws dropped. “Is it cute?” you asked, twirling the tail swinging behind you.

Chris stood up first, walking behind you and giving your ass a playful slap. “Baby, you can’t be serious,” he whispered, leaning down and pressing a kiss to the side of your neck. Matt still sat on the edge of the bed, eyes glued to your chest. “I think it’s pretty…” he trailed off, finally looking up at your face. “Of course it is. Our girl is sexy,” Chris replied, arms wrapping around you, nuzzling his face in the crook of your neck.

You felt your cheeks heat up at Chris' movements and Matt’s comment. “You smell so good,” Chris whispered, inhaling your scent. “So this is good for the party, right?” you asked, playing innocent as you batted your eyelashes at Matt, who looked love-struck. Chris laid his hand flat on your lower stomach, his thumb drawing circles on your body.

“I don’t think so, this is for our eyes only,” his chin rested on your shoulder as he held you flush against him. Matt finally stood up, his finger tracing the soft grey cat ears. “You should wear this more often,” he whispered, looking up at him, face flushed and lips parted. Chris nodded, letting go of you to lead you towards the bed. “You can try on the rest later. Come here,” he whispered, watching you sit on the bed between them.

Matt’s hand traveled up your thigh, reaching closer to your core. “You put this on on purpose, huh?” Chris murmured, his hands slipping the body suit off your body. “I thought it was cute,” you squirmed under their touch. Everything else was discarded except for the ears. Chris began leaving a trail of wet kisses along the side of your neck, Matt’s hands focused on your boobs.

“Fuck baby, so perfect for us,” he whispered. You leaned into their touch, both of their hands on either side of your thigh, spreading your legs apart. “Fuck you're so wet,” Chris fingers collecting your wetness. You were in a trance, feeling both of their mouths on you; the sensations went straight to your core.

But then they stopped, and your eyes slowly opened. “Why’d you stop?” you whimpered, looking between both of them. They moved against the headboard of the bed, patting the space in between them. They watched you crawl between them, pants and boxers already discarded as you sat with your back against the headboard. “Such a little slut, putting that on for us,” Chris whispered, his breath fanning over your skin. Matt’s hands trailed between your legs, finally finding its way to your core. Your skin was on fire from the way they touched you, the way Chris placed your hand on his dick, while Matt placed your other hand on his.

You were stroking them both, a complete miss, as Matt thrust his fingers into your drooling cunt and Chris sucked on your hardening nipples. “Don’t stop,” you gasped, hips bucking into Matt’s hand as Chris rubbed your clit in sync. “We weren’t planning on it, baby,” Chris whispered into your ear, teeth tugging on your earlobe. The pleasure was overtaking your body, thighs shaking with every thrust of Matt’s fingers hitting deep inside of you. Your hands began to slow on their aching dicks, soft whines leaving from your lips.

“Who said you could stop?” Matt murmured, pulling his fingers from your cunt. Chris wasted no time pushing you down on the bed; he couldn’t take it anymore, the way your eyes welled with tears from the overstimulation. His cock, was nestled so deep inside your walls, you were certain you were seeing stars.

Money was tight. You were a broke college student, and there wasn’t much you could do to have such a flexible schedule. Of course, this wasn’t the only option to be a camgirl. You tried to work in fast food, but people were so dense, retail was worse, and you couldn’t handle people raising their voices at you. So instead, you stayed at your house in the evenings and streamed late at night, when you were done studying.

It wasn’t ideal, but it was the best you could do right now, plus it meant almost zero interaction with people face-to-face. It put you at ease knowing all you had to do was talk to the camera and not to an actual person while doing things. True, the live streams were live, but it was much better than working the drive-through. And the best part? You got paid, and you didn’t have to show your face.

Currently, you are sitting on your floor, laptop positioned in front of you, giving the camera a perfect view of your dripping cunt. “Let’s get to the top three streamers tonight,” you said, fingers tracing over your slick folds. The comments flooded, and the gifts poured in, the dings and beeps filling the room. “Thank you,” you smiled, teasing your entrance with one of your many dildos. Suddenly, an image of confetti appeared on your screen, the gift meter reaching the top of the bar. The sound startled you a bit, not expecting them to reach the goal this fast, causing your hand to jolt forward and the dildo to slip further into your warmth.

“Fuck…” you moaned out fucking the dildo in and out of your tight cunt. The notification went off again, with big, bold letters displaying the words “Congratulations” across your screen. You sat up, trying to get a better look at the screen while keeping your face hidden. “Freshlove, thank you so much for 1000 perks,” you smiled, blowing a kiss to the camera as you planted the dildo onto the floor.

Chris, on the other side of the screen, watched as you fucked yourself on the dildo, bouncing up and down on the toy, hands kneading your breasts. “You guys treat me so well,” your voice came through the screen, leaving a smirk on Chris’ face. He was your most loyal watcher, sending you gifts and comments all the time. He was always the first to arrive on your streams and the last to leave. Little did you know, he had been stalking you. Watching your every move, online and in person. He knew everything about you, your favorite color, movie, and the perfume you wore every day.

The online stuff was easy to find out; your whole life was on social media, you posted a lot, daily updates, everything. Which led him to figure out who you were, and finding your account, he was your only viewer who knew what you looked like. And he aimed to keep it that way; you were his dream girl after all.

An hour later, you were sitting in bed after taking a shower, face mask pressed tightly onto your face, phone in one hand and matcha latte in the other. You were relaxing until you scrolled past a post on Instagram. The cover image caught your eye.’Ghostface killer strikes again.’ You scrolled through the post, eyebrows furrowed as you read that it was happening in your town. “What the hell?” your voice cracking slightly as you got up from your bed to take off your face mask.

Thank goodness you didn’t have classes for a few days, making a mental note to make sure you had locked all your doors and windows. That, however, didn’t stop Chris from watching you through your bedroom window. Silly, you had left your curtains open, which gave him the perfect view of you walking around your room in your red silk robe. Of course, he didn’t make it obvious. Wearing all black with his Ghostface mask didn’t exactly make him stand out, plus it was pitch black outside.

He couldn’t believe he had you all to himself, watching you slip off your robe and change into your nightgown. Chris found himself wishing he could touch you, feel you, love you. He stayed at your window just watching you sleep for a few hours, eyes glued to your face, what he could see of it from the dim glow that your fairy lights gave off. Then he left, his mind filled with images of you, images of you in his arms, in his presence.

The next morning, you woke up, your phone buzzing like crazy on the bedside table. You groaned, rolling over, your body still not fully awake, as you grabbed your phone from the charger. Notifications of missed calls and messages flooded your lock screen, and you sat up, rubbing your eyes as you unlocked your phone. “What the?” you wondered out loud, opening some of the messages from your friends and family members asking if you were okay and if you had heard the news. You quickly texted back, letting them know you were fine. You didn’t know why they were texting. Sure, the killings were going around in your town, but you always kept yourself safe.

At least that’s what you thought. But hidden somewhere in the shadows was Chris, watching you, peaking into your bedroom window, stealing your panties when you weren't home. He kept little souvenirs that he stole from your room, just small things, things you wouldn’t notice. Like an empty nail polish bottle that was your favorite color, or a button that came undone from the sweater you always wore. Just things that reminded him of you, so he would feel close to you. The days dragged on into weeks, the news didn’t die down; instead, it seemed to get worse, and the headlines about Ghostface didn’t stop.

One night, you were streaming during your usual time, just trying to escape from reality and make a little cash while you were at it. You had started your stream over an hour ago, and even though you had hundreds of people watching you, your mind only wandered to one. Freshlove. He was nowhere to be found, his usual overbearing gifts gone, sweet comments about how well you took your fingers, not a single one in sight. Of course, you weren’t attached, but some part of you relied on him to send gifts, which in turn would be money for you.

Your fingers pumped deeper inside you, the comments flooding with messages, but none of them were his. “Aw, my favorite viewer isn’t here,” you pouted, hoping maybe he was just late to the stream. The comments continued to flow until one caught your eye, which mentioned Ghostface. “Would you ever collab with Ghostface?”  you read outloud, eyebrows furrowing in confusion. You hated to admit it, but that comment made the views go up; people were waiting to hear your reply. You giggled, putting on that fake singsong voice you used, which lured in more gifts. “Maybe he is pretty hot,” you whispered, inching closer to the camera, edging on the viewers.

Your computer dinged with gifts and requests flooding in for you to collab with or meet up with this killer; it shocked you how crazy people could be. “You guys are so dirty,” you said, spreading your legs wider for the camera, fingers showing them your glistening folds. Outside near your bedroom window, Chris was crouched down watching you, seeing you talk to the camera and play with yourself. He loved how you were wondering where he was, and talking about him, even if you didn’t know your loyal viewer was also looking through your window. His eyes widened as you continued to finger yourself on camera, legs shaking as you came apart for the viewers, your gifts and messages skyrocketing.

Your fingers stopped their movements as you came down from your orgasm, chest heaving, watching the gifts roll in. “You guys are so sweet to me,” you said, finally sitting up and resting on your knees. You were top streamer again this time, number one, who knew it would be that easy? Chris stayed watching you as you blew kisses to the screen and waved goodbyes to your viewers before you grabbed your things to shower. He couldn’t take it anymore; he had to see you, even if it was just a peek.

Your window slowly opened, his hands pushing it up in order not to make too much noise. Even though the sound of the water in the shower filled the bathroom, he didn’t want you to catch him. Chris walked towards the bathroom door, his footsteps faint as he looked through the cracked door, seeing the foggy glass of the shower. There you were, water was dripping from your body as you stood under the steaming water, his mouth watering at the sight. His eyes watched as you lathered soap onto your body, seeing the way the suds looked on your skin. He was as hard as a rock, cock throbbing in his pants, imagining bending you over in the shower, soapy suds covering both of your bodies.

Then your doorbell rang, startling you from your task of rinsing off, you quickly shut the water off. Chris panicked, seeing you grab your towel and wrap it around your body. It was too late to sneak back out the window; you were heading towards the bathroom door. There was nowhere for him to hide. His eyes scanned your bedroom, under your bed, in the closet, shit, he was so fucked. You wrapped a towel over your body, adjusting it slightly before you turned the doorknob to the bathroom door, looking around your room before your eyes landed on the muddy footprint embedded in your white carpet. The sound of your doorbell ringing startled you again, causing you to miss the movement of your curtains slightly.

Making your way downstairs, hearing pounding on your door, you quickly opened it. Only to find no one on the other side, except a single note left on the doorstep.

Which read ‘he’s watching you’, your heart sank. 

A month later, you were sitting at your vanity desk, putting on makeup for your date night. The news of the ghostface killer long forgotten, all through his presence still lingered in your town. The killings stopped, and the news became more lighthearted. The thought never seemed to cross your mind anymore; all that was taking up space in your mind was your boyfriend, Chris.

Of course, you didn’t know his true identity; he kept that a secret from you, slowly making his way into your life. “So pretty, ma,” he whispered, pressing a soft kiss to your neck, his breath fanning your skin. You loved how affectionate he was, maybe too affectionate sometimes, but you loved him. He just knew you so well, he liked everything you liked, and he listened, paying close attention to the small details. You turned a blind eye to how, every time he would gift you something, it would be oddly familiar, or something you already loved, almost like he knew beforehand.

Chris didn’t need your possessions; he hadn't been stealing anymore, so instead of keeping them, he gifted them back to you, pretending he had bought them. Of course, he did buy you other gifts, like the perfume you always wore, that you never mentioned to him. Or the pair of heels you saw at the mall months before you met him. He always said it was because he was perfect for you, shrugging it off as a coincidence.

Chris knew things about you that you weren’t sure you even knew about yourself. But the sweetness soon turned sour. You began to get suspicious, the way he knew his way around your house, despite only being over a couple of times. Or the way he knew exactly where an item would be that you haven’t seen in weeks. Your mind screamed that something was off, but your heart told you it was love; he was being attentive.

Chris noticed the shift, but he didn’t mention it, just slowly tried to make you forget things. Like tonight, it was your three-month anniversary, Chris wanted to do something special for you. He wanted to decorate your room with rose petals and balloons; he wanted everything to be just right.  It had to be perfect. When you came home from a day out with your family and friends, the sweet scent of your vanilla-scented candle filled your senses. You made your way inside the house, dropping your purse on the coffee table before making your way upstairs.

“Chris?” you giggled, walking down the hallway towards your room, following the trail of the red rose petals. He stood inside your closet, a ghost face mask covering his face, dressed in his signature black outfit. It was finally time to tell you the truth; he couldn’t keep hiding things from you. Not when you were so precious to him. 

The lights were dimmed, the only light coming from the fairy lights hanging on your walls, continued further into your room, seeing the scattered petals everywhere, and a giant teddy bear on the bed. You gasped, walking over and picking up the bear in your arms, along with the note sitting on your bedside table. The note from Chris.

‘Happy anniversary, pretty girl. I have a surprise waiting for you under your bed.' 

You chuckled, setting the bear down and bending over to look under your sheets. “Chris?” you questioned, smiling, reaching your hand under the bed, expecting him to have something silly underneath it.  That’s when you felt it, cold metal.

Your hand stopped, brain confused at the sensation as you slowly reached for the object, pulling it out from under your bed. To your surprise, it was a knife. You stood up slowly, holding the knife, utterly confused. Chris stood behind you, fully dressed like Ghostface, his hand slowly creeping to cover your mouth.

You were so startled you screamed, the knife dropping on the bed as you squirmed, his hand reaching across to hold you back against him. “Shh, baby, it’s me,” he whispered, his voice slightly muffled from the mask. The tension left your body as you heard your voice, relieved it was Chris, your Chris. He slowly turned you around, face-to-face with him. Your eyes widened. Ghostface. Chris was Ghostface?

The pieces started to come together in your mind, all the times you felt like someone was watching you, that note that was on your doorstep that night. The way he knew everything about you. And the sick and twisted way you still loved him despite it all. Chris leaned in closer, his breath fanning your ear, as he spoke. “I wanted tonight to be special for you.” his voice sent shivers down your spine; you couldn’t believe you didn’t realize sooner. He slowly picked up the knife from behind you, his other hand slowly sinking you onto the bed. “You aren’t scared, are you, ma?” he questioned, his voice soft despite the way he trailed the knife down your body.

You shook your head, eyes watching his movements as he moved the knife further down your body. His hands move to flip your skirt up, revealing your lacey panties to his eyes. “So pretty, all mine,” he whispered, tapping the knife against your covered core, the tip of the knife barely grazing your skin.

In a swift motion, he moved the knife, cutting your panties right down the middle, the sound of the fabric ripping filling the room. He tossed the skimpy fabric to the side like it was nothing, fingers finding your wetness. “God, already so wet for me,” he groaned. Spreading your folds, his thumb finding your senstive bud as he slowly rubbed circles around it. Your back arched against the bed, his fingers continuing to work between your legs. You two had never had sex until now, but god, you didn’t know how skilled he was.

“Chris, please…” You whined, rolling your hips against his hand. He smirked, loving how desperate you were for him. “Soon, ma, very soon,” he sucked his teeth, standing up and giving your thigh a light slap. You were a squirming mess as he dragged the knife down the fabric of your shirt, the fabric tearing as his hand slid down. “So soft,” his hands kneaded your breasts after unclasping your bra, thumbs circling your nipples.

“You want me that bad, baby?” he asked, seeing your hands reaching for him. Chris couldn’t deny you; he would do anything for you. Which led him to wear you now, his hand gliding his length through your messy folds, the other hand tracing the knife around your nipple. “Mmm, so wet,” he teased, thrusting his hips forward just enough to make you squeal, craving for him to just be fully inside of you already. You were so carried away by the pleasure of him finally thrusting deep inside of you, you didn’t notice the small trickle of blood dripping down your chest. He cut a small mark on your breast, his finger smearing the blood over your hardened nipple, causing you to arch your back.

“Shit, ma. Red looks so good on you,” he whispered, the knife long forgotten as he focused on thrusting into your sweet cunt. Your moans filled the room, causing him to smile under the mask. “Fuck this,” he groaned, snatching the mask off and throwing it to the side, crashing his lips with yours. Chris swallowed your moans, his tongue exploring every inch of your mouth as he thrust deep inside of you. Your walls fluttered around him as he lifted your hips higher, hitting deeper.

“Chris!” you moaned as he filled you to the brim with his release, your eyes shooting open and noticing the smeared dried blood on your skin. His body fell limp against you cock throbbing inside of you, his hips slowly thrusting, pleasing you through it all. “We're not done, baby,” he said, slipping out of you and watching his come dripping from your used pussy.

His hand reached for the knife, moving it towards your thighs where his release was spilling out of you. The tip of the knife gathered a small ammount of the sticky mess, trailing it up your body until he reached your mouth. "Open up ma," he whisperd laying the tip of the knife gently on your tounge. He smirked watching you lick the knife clean.

In one swift motion, he flipped you onto your stomach, guiding you on all fours. “Mmh, such a good girl. Taking what I give you,” his hand coming down to smack your ass hard, watching it jiggle. “Say it, say you’re mine.” He positioned himself behind you, his tip hitting your tight hole. You moaned at the sensation of him rubbing his precum onto your ass, slowly pushing inside you from behind.

“Fuck,” he grunted, pulling your hips back against him as he fucked on his dick. “I’m Yours, o-only yours,” you screamed, loving the feeling of him stuffing you to the brim. “That’s right, baby, and I’m never letting you go,” he continued, slapping your ass again. And for now, in that moment, you didn’t protest, because he felt so good inside of you, what more could you possibly need?

The drive to the cabin was relentless and long; Matt had reserved a cabin for a weekend getaway. You loved being out in nature as much as he did, which is why you didn’t oppose the idea. You both had packed your bags of essentials enough to last you a week and hit the road. The music blared through the speakers as Matt drove down the backroads to the cabin. This was going to be perfect.

Gravel crunched under the tires as Matt pulled into the driveway, his eyes already widening as he saw the cabin in the distance. He cut the engine, turning to look at you with a wide smile on his face. “This is going to be amazing,” he said, reaching over to kiss your forehead. You both unpacked the car and made your way inside the cabin.  The cabin was spacious, with wooden paneled walls and a big fireplace in the front room. It smelled like heaven, the scents of pine and ciderwood.

You set your bags down on the loveseat and walk around, taking in your surroundings. The kitchen was fully furnished with white painted cabinets and a vase of flowers in the middle of the dining table. You loved all the little details they put into the cabin, down to the cute throw pillows on the couch. Matt made his way into the master bedroom, following closely behind him. “Wow,” he said once he stepped foot into the doorway.

You let out a huff, walking into his backside, and he let out a chuckle, grabbing your hand in his and walking you into the room. Fairy lights hung over the headboard of the bed, followed by a warm scent of vanilla. The bed was huge, with a big weighted comforter and fluffy pillows. Just looking at it made you want to take a nap.

“No, no,” Matt teased, wrapping his arms around you from behind, fingers tickling your sides. “You can’t take a nap now, baby,” he whispered, peppering kisses along your skin. You let out a soft whine, your eyes already fluttering closed, soaking in the feeling of his lips on your skin. Matt smirked, giving you a gentle squeeze before spinning you around in his arms. His hands move to cup your face.

“Maybe there are some berries around here. I can help you make your famous blueberry pie,” he smiled, bopping your nose. “You're lucky you're cute,” you muttered, pecking his lips before heading out of the room. “Plus, we can explore the woods,” he says, interlocking his hand with yours as you both walk outside of the cabin.

You both had been walking down this trail for what seemed like forever, and the sun slowly started to set, which made it cooler than before. The only downside was that the mosquitoes were out; you knew you should’ve put bug spray on before you left the cabin, but it slipped your mind. And for some reason you couldn’t explain, they were only seeming to attack you and not Matt. He strolled beside you, a big grin on his face, while you were being eaten alive.

He looked so happy that you couldn’t ruin this night. A few more minutes, and then you both would turn around and head back to the cabin. Thank goodness you had packed itching cream in your bag just in case, you would definitely have to lather yourself in that when you got back. Matt whistles a low tune while you both walk. It was beginning to get unbearable with these bugs. You gave his hand a small squeeze.

“Could I wear your jacket? It’s getting chilly,” you asked, giving him a small smile. Matt just nodded, slipping off his jacket and putting it on over you. You looked down, noticing your shoe had come untied, and bent down to tie your laces. Hopefully, you two would be heading inside soon, as it was getting pretty late.

You stood back up, wiping your jeans off and fixing the jacket over your shoulders. “Should we head inside?” you asked, zipping up the jacket. Matt didn’t answer; you figured he was too busy looking around. Finally, you got the zipper zipped. A groan slipped from your lips as you looked up.

“I asked if we should g-” the words got caught in your throat as you looked up, and Matt was nowhere to be found. Your head snapped around looking for him. Where did he go?

“Matt?” you asked, stepping further into the woods. Twigs crunched under your feet, and you looked down at a folded piece of paper catching your eye. “What the?” you wondered outloud, picking up the paper and unfolding it.

‘I’ll give you a minute head start,’ it read.

You looked up, rolling your eyes, crumpling the paper as you shoved it into the jacket pocket. “Matt, this isn’t funny!” you shouted, waiting for him to jump out from behind you and try to scare you.

“You'd better start running, sweetheart, unless you want me to catch you.” His voice echoed through the trees, sending a shiver down your spine. You sighed, looking around before taking a deep breath and running deep into the woods. Leaves crunched under your feet as you ran, breath ragged trying to form a sense of direction.

You didn't know these woods, didn't know how far you could run until your body gave out. Matt, on the other hand, slowly followed behind you, whistling. Giving you enough time to run, and giving you the idea that you could get away. He didn't know what came over him; maybe it was the way you brought up primal play the week before.

Prancing around in your new panties, which had a fluffy bunny tail attached to them. Matt had been thinking about it ever since. What would it be like to chase you, have you become his prey? Trap you in his arms, and pound his cock into you. He ran a hand through his hair before running after you. Matt was significantly faster than you, his strides longer.

You were starting to love the thrill and the anticipation of him catching you. Your mind becomes fuzzy just thinking about what he would do once he got his hands on you. “Come on, sweet girl, we both know you're dying to let me catch you,” he shouted through the trees, as you kept running. Beads of sweat covered your forehead as you continued going further into the woods.

The sun was minutes away from fully setting, your heart beat faster as the night drew closer. Soon, you wouldn't be able to see anymore, running in any direction you could. Matt sped up, running after you as you swerved through what felt like endless trees. Your legs were growing tired, chest heaving as you tried to outrun him. Matt peeked out from behind the tree, watching you, hands on your hips as you tried to catch your breath.

A sneak attack would be perfect. He slowly inched towards you, his footsteps precise. Quietly, he got closer and closer, enclosing his arms around you and lifting you up off the ground. Your breath caught in your throat as you felt his arms wrap around you, a frightened squeal leaving your lips.  

“Matt!” you squeal as he pulls you flush against his chest. “Caught you,” he chuckles, setting you back down again. A dark chuckle leaves his lips as you turn around to look at him. His gaze darkened, and the tension in the air was palpable; you could feel the heat emitting off of him. He was the predator, and he had finally caught his prey, you.

Matt gathered your hair in a makeshift ponytail as he pinned you against a tree. Your cheek pressed roughly against the ridged bark, and his other hand moved to the front of your jeans, working on unbuttoning them. “Bet you loved me chasing after you…” He groaned, yanking your jeans down with one harsh movement.

You, in fact, were soaked; the rush of him hunting you down and manhandling you sent you into a spiral. “Good girl,” he muttered, seeing the wet spot already forming on the fabric of your panties. His finger traced over damp fabric, feeling your hips jolt back into his touch. “Someone, needy,” he teased, letting go of your hair and ripping your panties off of you with ease. “Fuck, Matt, please,” you whined, your body craving more than he was giving you.

His fingers traced through your folds, his touch barely grazing your sensitive heat. He was taking his time, prepping you for what's to come. Matt ignored you, continuing his relentless, slow pace, his index finger teasing your entrance. Nothing more than the tip of his finger slipping inside you had you clenching around him. “You look so pretty like this, baby, all wet for me,” he whispered, his breath fanning over your ear. Matt leaned forward, his teeth grazing your earlobe, his chest pressed against your back.

His finger slipped fully inside of you, setting a rough pace, adding another digit before you could even adjust. Moans left your lips as Matt continued to roughly finger you, curling his digits just right to leave your legs trembling from under you. “Matt…Please,” you pleaded, face pressed against the tree, tears forming in your eyes from the overstimulation.

“Shh, sweetheart. I’ll give you what you want soon enough.” He continued fingering you until you were a whimpering mess, his thumb pressed tightly on your clit, circling the sensitive bud. Matt loved how you were putty in his hands; he controlled every moment of your pleasure. He let go of your hair, his fingers slipping from your pulsing hole. A quiet whimper slipped past your lips as you instantly missed the feeling of his fingers stuffing you full.

You relaxed when you heard the clink of his belt coming undone. He was finally giving you what you wanted, what you craved. He dragged his angry tip over your folds, watching your legs twitch with every movement. Earning a dark chuckle as he slowly teased your hole, his free hand holding your hip steady, keeping you pressed against the tree. He wanted to get comfortable, to think he was taking it easy on you, and then right when you let your guard down, he would surprise you. In one rough snap, he thrusted into you, filling you instantly. The size of his cock, stretches you to your limits.

“Feel that baby?” he questioned, his hand sneaking around to lay flat on your lower stomach, pulling him back towards you. “You like me fucking you like this?” he continues, thrusting deeper into you. Your moans echoed through the woods, your mouth dropped open as your walls clenched around him.

His other hand came down to slap your ass cheek, earning a loud squeal from you. “So fucking good for me,” he muttered, slapping you again. His hips snapped against you as you continued his brutal pace. Every inch of his cock spreads you wider, feeling him pulse inside of you. You knew he was close; he gripped your hair, pulling you back. “M-Matt…” you babble incoherent words, eyes rolling into the back of your head.

“Fuck, fuck..” he trails off, his hand resting under your thigh, he lifts your leg for a deeper angle. The new angle made you see stars, your legs twitching under him, walls gripping him tight. “Please…” you moan, your forehead slick with sweat as your body bounces with each movement.

His pace slowed momentarily, his cock swelling inside of you as he filled you with his release. His chest fell limp against your back as he held you against him.

“Took me so well, baby,” he coos, pressing soft kisses on your shoulder. You whimper under his hold, thinking that was the last of it. His tongue grazes the shell of your ear.

“You didn’t think we were done, did you?” his voice sends shivers down your spine as you feel your walls tighten around him once more.

Chris sat under your pink canopy bed, the sun shining on the silk sheets. You pulled him closer, his back resting on your chest as he sat between your legs. Your hands combed through his brunette locks, nails scratching his scalp as relaxed sighs left his lips. You both had been in bed all day, and he stayed at your apartment for a couple of days since there was construction on campus, and the poor boy couldn't sleep. 

“I like you here, with me,” you whispered, sinking deeper into the bed, head turning to press a kiss to his temple. Chris felt his face heat up at those words. He loved spending time with you so much that it was his favorite part of his day. “I like being here,” he replied, his voice soft as he shifted in your embrace, arms wrapping around you. His head lay between the valley of your breasts, legs tangled with yours.

“You should move in,” you whispered, brushing hair strands from his face as he looked up at you. Chris blinked in speechless shock that you suggested he move in with you, he never thought in a million years that you would ask him that. “I’m serious,” you giggle, sensing his doubt, your finger tilting his chin upwards to you. Chris only nodded, resting his head back on your chest as you two cuddled.

An hour later, he was talking your ear off about a new book he had gotten while you straddled his lap, eyes glued to his lips as he talked. You didn't mean to be so needy, but something about his talking about reading and books turned you on. Maybe it was the way he said the word sophisticated, or maybe it was just because you were super horny; either way, your hips had a mind of their own as you started grinding against him.

“It’s a good book, you can interpret the theme in various ways,” he continued, his hands nervously fidgeting with the hem of his shirt. “Well, the whole plot, it’s very metaphoric," his voice trailed off, index finger pushing his glasses back on his nose. His eyes glued to your face as you continued grinding against him, he wasn't sure what to do. You rolled your hips against his, small whines spilling from your lips.

“Keep talking, baby,” you whispered, hands trailing over his shirt. Chris nodded, but he couldn't keep talking when his pants grew tighter by the second. His hands hesitantly rested on your hips. He could be shy sometimes, not wanting to rush things.

“It’s okay, you can touch,” you reassured him, holding his hands in place as you continued. “Mmh,” he murmured, his hips moving in sync with your body growing needier by the second. “Mama, I can’t-” he whimpered, trying to hold back his urge to come in his boxers. You had undressed, being left in only your panties, your panty cover cunt grinding against his straining boner.

“Yes, you can,” you grunted, hands moving to his shoulders as you picked up your pace. Chris was a mess, his glasses already fogged up, chest heaving as his hips meant yours. “Such a good boy,” you praised, leaning down to kiss along his jawline. Whimpers left from the boy's lips as he tried to contain himself, hands palming your breasts.

You two always ended up in some predicament like this, Chris being under you, of course, or on his knees. Chris moaned, feeling you suck on his sensitive skin, his dick twitching as you marked him. “Mama…” he trailed off, his head falling back against the headboard as he fully submitted to you. Your lips were all over him, his jawline, neck, collarbone, chest, leaving dark purple hickies in your wake. Chris, of course, let you, his boxers already forming a wet spot on the front from the amount of precum seeping from his leaky cock.

“So pretty,” you cooed, running a manicured fingernail across your work, causing him to twitch. You leaned forward, pressing your chest into his face, smoothering him with your boobs. “Mmmph,” he hummed, enjoying the feeling of being smushed between them. You slide your panties aside, bare cunt pressing against his raging hardon as you continue your movements. As soon as he felt the warmth of your slick pussy against his aching member, he came with a ragged moan.

The sound was muffled from your breasts, but you could feel his come seeping from his boxers. “You made such a mess, baby,” you whispered, leaning back so you could see his face. “Only for you…” He panted, wincing when you pulled his boxers down and pressed down on his messy tip.

“Mama, too much,” he whined, throwing his head to the side. “I’m not done with you, needy boy,” you giggled, watching his hips buck into your touch, his body already craving more. 

Matt never thought that he would find himself in a sex shop out of all places; he usually steered clear of these stores. He hated how he found himself here, all because of a stupid dare. Now, he had to buy at least one thing. Sometimes he wished he had a time machine so he could skip the embarrassment of this whole situation.

It was Thursday, and Chris woke up with the ‘perfect’ idea for a video for the next day. “So we go into a mall, and let our followers give us some dares to do,” he said, grinning, showing them the sticker prompt he had already put on their group Instagram story. “Wow, you’re finally contributing,” muttered Nick as he patted his shoulder. Matt didn’t think it could get worse than what it already was; he assumed the dares would be harmless, dumb little things they had to do.

However, at all times, the fans went crazy and gave them some pretty embarrassing dares to do. First, it was Nick's turn; he had to go and ask for a random guy’s number. The catch was that Chris and Matt had to choose the guy. It was pretty funny footage, and Nick was only a little embarrassed, but it wasn't that bad.

Next, it was Chris’ turn, and he had to order a whole Auntie Ann's pretzel and eat it all in one bite, which was a challenge to him, so he didn’t feel very embarrassed. He just looked into the camera, giggling with his face stuffed with pretzels. Now it was Matt’s turn, and of course, it just had to be the most embarrassing one.

“Walk into a sex shop and buy at least one thing.” Chris read the dare out loud as Matt’s jaw dropped. That couldn’t be real. But it was, which is why Matt is standing in the entrance of the shop, looking dumbfounded.

“Okay, this is easy. Just go buy one thing and then leave,” he muttered to himself to calm his nerves. Matt made his way around the shop, trying not to look too suspicious or awkward. Thankfully, the workers didn’t approach him, or he would’ve fallen to his knees in embarrassment.

He walked out of the store with his bag in hand, cheeks red from the weird stares, and out to the car. “And then they made me buy something,” he recounts as he lies beside you in his bed, his head resting on your chest as you play with his hair. You stiffen a giggle, shifting slightly so you can look down at his face.

“So what did you buy?” you ask, genuinely curious. Matt’s face reddens slightly before trying to change the subject. “Something stupid,” he whispered, his head falling back onto your chest. “Come on, show me,” you tease, poking his side.

Matt groaned, pushing his face into your chest. “It’s embarrassing,” his voice muffled. “Let me guess…” You trailed off, tugging his head away and straddling his lap. He fell back on the bed with a soft huff as your hands traced the fabric of his sweater.

“Was it this?” you ask, giggling, pulling the bottle of oil from behind your back. Matt’s face reddened; he was flabbergasted. “Wait, how did you…Did you have that the whole time?” he mumbled, his brows furrowing slightly. “You left the bag on the kitchen table,” you said with a shrug, your eyes scanning the bottle and reading the label.

“Ooo, strawberry scented,” you teased, turning the bottle to show him. Matt chuckled awkwardly, his hand fidgeting with the sleeve of his sweater. Then an idea popped into your head. Everyone always joked about Matt being oiled up. What better time than now to make that fantasy come true? He noticed the smirk on your face, the same smirk whenever you got an absurd idea.

“No way…” he trailed off, reaching for the bottle before you could even get a word out. Your hands fall to your side, watching as he sets the bottle on the bedside table. “Please, Matt, you’ll look so good slicked up,” you teased, hands cupping his face. A soft whimper left his lips, his eyes glued to the pleading look on your face.

“Well, I mean, I do like the smell of strawberries…” he sighed, watching your eyes widen as you pressed kisses on his face, causing him to chuckle. “Thank you, baby,” you said once, the last time before kissing his lips.

Your hands were all over him, reaching under his sweater and feeling his warm skin under your fingers. He was so warm, so worked up just from your touch. Soon, he was undressed, left only in his boxers, while you straddled his lap. “You're so pretty like this,” you coo, nails gliding along his skin as he squirms. Matt’s skin was warm, his face flushed, the scent of strawberries filling the room as you coated your hands in the slick liquid.

He never tried something like this before, but you, on the other hand, had fantasized about it countless times. “It smells good,” he whispers, breaking the silence as your hands trail over his bare chest, smearing the liquid on his skin.

Your eyes are glued to the way the oil drips down his body, the droplets sliding down his chest to his stomach and slipping under the waistline of his boxers. Matt’s a mess, the cold liquid coating his skin, his hands gripping the sheets as you tug his boxers down. “Let’s see your pretty cock,” you giggle, taking his boxers off.

He spreads his legs, presenting himself to you, his leaky cock in full view. Glisenting with the oil and the precum seeping from his tip. The sight was picture perfect; you loved seeing him like that. “Please, touch me,” he begged, his lips forming a pout. Your thumb grazed over his leaking tip, causing him to jolt forward.

“Stay still, baby,” your hand holding a strong grip on his thigh as you pushed him back down, moving beside him. “You smell so good,” you whisper, tongue grazing his ear. Shivers went down his spine, his eyes following your hand as you began stroking him. “Fuck…” he trailed off his lip between his teeth as you leaned your head down, pressing soft kisses on his tip.

His hands shook at his side as you kept licking and kissing his dick, feeling it twitch in your hand. “Are you going to be a good boy and come for me?” you asked, stroking him faster, watching as his head threw back against the headboard.

The softest moan left his lips, his hips jerking as he started to come. Ropes of his release shooting from his member and coating your hand and face.

“There you go, come for mommy,” you whispered, not stopping your movements. You came up for air a few moments after, giggling about him tasting like strawberries.

“So sweet,” your lips pressing onto his hip before moving up beside him.