𐔌 𖹭 precis﹕˖ ࣪ꮽ˳ she doesn’t mean to drive him insane, no, she just exists like that—soft little socks, lip gloss kisses for everyone but him, wearing skirts too short and sweaters too long, hanging off his arm saying “mattieee~” like it’s nothing. it’s not nothing, god, it’s ruining him.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤ✿ ۪⋆ KITTY .ᐟ READER WHO...
thinks everyone should be nice to her. if they’re not, she pouts and gets quiet.
is extremely expressive — wide eyes, dramatic gasps, claps her hands when excited.
gets affectionate to a dangerous level. hugs people like it’s nothing. calls them cute things.
takes mirror selfies in her fluffiest pajamas. captions them like: “☁️💗 i woke up pretty today”
gets babied by everyone except matt. and she doesn’t understand why he’s so mean to her :(
shops online like it’s a job. always has a little package arriving.
talks to herself constantly. like, out loud. “okay kitty, we’re gonna be brave today ♡”
carries a plushie in her purse “just in case i get nervous.”
forgets what she’s saying mid-sentence. gasps like she got shot. goes “wait—what was i talking about??”
says “mattie” about 30 times a day. 10 of those are just to get his attention.
listens to artists like: twice, melanie martinez, taylor swift (lovers era), beabadoobee, ariana grande, k-pop b-sides, dreamcatcher ballads.
rewatches childhood shows like hello kitty, winx club, and cardcaptor sakura.
her spotify playlists are titled like: “ʚ♡ɞ i feel like a cupcake”, “mattieeee (>:()”, “crying in my pink room <3”, “songs i would play if i were a kitty in a cafe”
bathes in bubbles every night. skincare routine is 10 steps.
wears body glitter “just in case someone sees me sparkle.”
smells like strawberries, cherry candy, vanilla frosting, and soft musk.
𐔌 𖹭 paired with﹕˖ ࣪ꮽ˳ : brother's best friend .ᐟ matt
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content: FREAKSHIT, hand kink, public sex, face slapping, praising, pet names, rubbing matt’s cum on readers lips, finger sucking, fingering, p in v, mouth spitting, dry humping, hair pulling, mentions of man handling, badly written smut, not proofread unfortunately.
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the party
matt’s hands always had you in a chokehold. right now, the two of you were at a party. the host was matt’s best friend, nate, so you couldn’t just make him leave. you watched him as held his drink, talking to some other people. your eyes locked onto his grip against the classic red drinking cup he was holding. his fingers were so long and slender, not to mention his nails were painted black and he had his classic silver rings on. matt clearly picked up on the staring since his hand snaked onto your thigh, his touch soft but firm. thankfully, the party was in the bar because before you knew it, matt’s fingers were rubbing circles onto your clothed clit. you silently were so glad you two were sitting in a booth. matt kept the same face as he continued to talk to nate and his other friend, eddie. he switched his fingers around, he pulled your panties to the side after pulling your skirt up around your hips. you should’ve told him to stop, nate and eddie were right there, they could’ve seen but you didn’t really care. he dipped his middle finger inside, letting his thumb rub your clit. he fingered you slowly but enough to make you feel good. this wasn’t the first time matt pulled this, but every time you struggled to keep a straight face. he added another finger easily due to how soaked you were. the little subtle smirk on his face killed you. it wasn’t long before your thighs pressed together as you came onto his fingers, wetting your skirt a bit. “what’s that?” matt pointed with his other hand. as nate and eddie looked away, he locked eyes with you while he licked you off his fingers.
vanilla ice cream
you and matt stopped by a ice cream shop and of course he waited to eat his until he got home. “matt i told you it was gonna melt.” you said slightly annoyed. you were sitting in his bed with him meaning the ice cream was dripping everywhere. he took two fingers and slid up some of the ice cream that dripped. he slipped them into his mouth, licking them clean. okay, maybe you weren’t annoyed anymore. he reached down, picking up more. you stopped his hand halfway to his mouth, guiding them into yours. your tongue swirled over his fingers, sucking them slightly. “needy for my hands, again?” he mocked. you pulled off once you were sure they were clean. matt put them in his mouth before taking them out after he made sure they were coated in his own saliva. he picked up more ice cream, this time from his cone. “open, baby.” he whispered, putting his two fingers up to your lips. without hesitation you opened, letting them slip into your mouth with ease. you did the same as before, but instead of him pulling them out he pushed them deeper, hitting the back of your throat. you gagged, looking up at him. the same smirk he always had creeped back onto his face. his fingers retreated but only to grab a fistful of your hair, tugging on it. his grip was firm but not hurtful. his lips pressed into yours, letting his tongue explore your mouth. his thumb came up, grabbing your chin causing your mouth to open. your eyes push open to see the sight of him spitting in your mouth. “swallow.” he demanded, though his tone was laced with softness. you did as he said — your mouth closed and you swallowed, flashing him a smile afterwards. the both of his hands found your hips pushing you onto his lap to straddle him. as soon as you were on top you felt him. his dick was straining against the fabric of his jeans. “need you.” your words were so quiet he could barely hear them, but he did. he started by pushing you back by your hips then dragging you forward again. after you got the rhythm he took the same two fingers as before and shoved him past your lips. your hips instantly started to go faster as you sunk deeper onto him. drool was starting to pool at your lips, letting some drip down your chin. the familiar feeling pooled in your stomach as you kept going faster. “you close, baby?” he asked. you responded with a eager nod. in one swift motion he had you on your back with him on top of you. “not yet.” he smiled.
chapstick
matt drove his brothers to target, obviously you went with them, you always did. on the way nick and matt got into a argument causing him to stay in the car just to be petty. you didn’t mind though, you stayed with him. you were scrolling through spotify to pick a song before you felt it. his hand found your thigh. it was a common gesture he did all the time but he just got his nails done. they were clear with silver stars in the middle. “matt.” you smiled. he responded with a returned smile. he looked into the mostly empty parking lot, the only cars were away from us. the only light that could be seen was coming from the a few lampposts and the moon. “what all did they need?” you asked with the same smile on your face. “enough for us to finish.” you opened your mouth to talk but got cut off by matt moving to the back seat. “are we really doing this?”
so that’s how you ended up here. you were on all fours with matt plowing into you from behind. your knees were pressed into the soft leather fabric of his back seats. he didn’t leave you any time for adjusting to his size, the burning sensation felt oddly good. his slender fingers wrap around your mouth, keeping your whiny moans quiet. without hesitation he flipped you over on your back, slipping back inside of you. the hand on your mouth left for a moment just to give you a small slap across the face earning a small breathless moan from you. “you like that, pretty girl?” matt kept his rapid pace as you answer his question with a moan, he didn’t accept that though. another slap was placed across your face, on the other side this time. “yes, feels so good.” you choked out. again, a slap hit your face, softer this time, you were silently thanking him for not wearing his rings since he had his nail appointment. you didn’t know what got into matt but you fucking loved every second of it. “you love my fingers huh, baby?” he said, dragging two fingers across your soaked cunt, making sure the tips were glossy. you opened your mouth to answer him but instead you were met with his fingers running over your lips, smearing your own juices on you. “matt, please.” you whine out. “please what?” he dipped his fingers past your lips. “wanna cum.” you hardly spit out due to his fingers in your mouth. he pulled them out and gave you what you wanted. he sped up his pace trying to hurry before chris and nick came back. after a few more thrusts his dick started twitching around your tightening walls. “fuck, baby.” he moaned as you let yourself go underneath him. he rode you through your high before pulling out and releasing on your clit. the car was filled with the small moans of the both of you, causing the windows to slowly steam up. he picked some of your mixed cum up before wiping it on your lips. “new chapstick?” he smirked, making you roll your eyes even though there was no real annoyance behind it.
nightly ride
your alarm clock flashed 1am in red numbers. for the past two hours you tried everything to fall asleep. the only thing you could focus on was the aching tension between your legs. being a influencers girlfriend, you see a lot of edits. all day your stupid fyp was loaded with clips of matts hand. you tried to push the creeping feeling down but you couldn’t. you crept your hand down, pushing it past the waistband of your panties, easily finding your soaked bud. you kept your mouth shut, trying to not let a whine slip as you pressed on your clit. your mind replayed the thoughts of how easily matt could pick you up, move you around, how big his hands looks on you. your trail of thought got cut off by matt’s sudden stirring. “baby?” your neck snapped to him as he spoke. “are you?” he asked, rubbing his tired eyes. you pressed your lips together in a line, letting out a hum of embarrassment. “tell me what you want.” his voice still gruff from sleep. “your hands…” came out as a mumble. matt sat up, delicately taking off your panties as if you were fragile. “go ahead n’ use em, needy girl.” and you did what you did best, you listened to him. his rings came off smoothly. you grabbed his hand, guiding his index and middle finger to your slick folds. easily, you pushed the two inside you, earning a small gasp from you and a smirk from him. your hips bucked up, using his fingers as your own toy. he cooed your through your soft whines. “that feel good?” a eager nod always forms from you. he curved his fingers causing a twitch to overcome your body. “feels so good.” you murmured. with the tightening grip of your cunt and the rapid breathless moans coming from your lips, matt knew you were close. “cum for me, needy.” with his encouragement you continued to use his fingers. you changed positions, you’re now sitting up on your legs, riding his fingers. it should’ve been embarrassing, even a tiny bit, but you felt too good to care. your eyes squeezed shut as your climax came. “good girl.” matt praised as he took his fingers out and licked one of them. the other finger, the index, was brought to your mouth, letting you suck your own release.
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Matt growls loudly, grabbing your legs and pushing them back, spreading you wider. The new angle hits that special spot inside you with each thrust, making you scream.
"Take that fuckin' dick." He groans, watching your perfect face contort in pleasure, your mouth open in a perfect O.
"So— big—!" You cry out, his eyes flash with something primal at your words. He's always been big, and hearing you struggle to take him only makes him harder. He reaches down, wrapping his arm around your throat as he continues to pound into you. "Too big for this tiny little pussy?"
You try to shake your head, tears streaming down your face. "Nooo— can take it—"
He squeezes your throat gently, cutting off your air slightly. "That's my fuckin' girl." He thrusts harder, deeper, his balls slapping against you with each movement. "Mhhhf—" You pant heavily, chest rising and falling as your brain turns to mush from the lack of air.
He loves seeing you like this, helpless and full of his big dick. He unwraps his arm suddenly, letting you gasp for air. "You gonna keep saying you can take it?"
You mewl weakly, hands trembling on the sheets. "I— I can—" Before you can even finish your sentence, he grabs your legs and throws them over his shoulders. The new position opens you up even more, allowing him to hit your spot with every single thrust.
He starts fucking you so hard the headboard hits the wall repeatedly. "Keep talkin' shit."
"O-oh— god!" Your words are cut off by a loud scream as he nails that spot inside you again. He continues his brutal pace, his hips snapping forward as he buries himself deep inside you. You can feel every thick inch of him stretching you wide open.
"That's it, scream for me."
"Ohohohfuck—!"
The sound of your high-pitched screams fills the room, mixing with the wet sounds of him slamming into your cunt over and over again. His fingers dig into your legs hard enough to bruise as he holds you in place, using you like his personal fuck toy. "Fuck, you're so tight."
"Matt—"
Hearing his name on your lips sends him over the edge. He pounds into you even harder, his breathing ragged and loud. His cock swells inside you as he starts to come, filling you with his hot cum. "Take it." He growls out, pressing deep inside you.
He stays buried inside you for a moment before pulling out slowly. His cum starts dripping out of stretched hole immediately. He watches as more of his load leaks out, mixed with your own juices. "Good girl." He praises you softly, running a hand down your leg.
A/N: This is a rq from my gorgeous mutual @sturniolobananas1 love youuuu!!! and YES i don't put uppercases in my writing, i apologize if you don't like that...!!
In which YN moves from a small city in South Texas, to Boston. Her older brother Quinn introduced her to someone who was gonna make her freshman year a bit more interesting.
that fucking smirk.
“i know right? i scored 3 points.” he said, with that smug face. he’s a very cocky guy, i mean, why would he be? he knows he’s hot. he’s the captain of the lacrosse team of one of the best schools in somerville.
“your brother over here scored…one?” he chuckles, the sound i wish i could tattoo in my ears. quinn grumbles. “i scored like twice, cmon, man.” quinn tries to defend himself. i smirk, chris looks back at the road. “yeah, whatever.”
after the drive, we made it to the olive garden, and boy was i happy. i love food…if i went into eating competitions, id wipe out all the others. the olive garden was lively, full of many people, but its expected on a friday evening. i walked with my mom up to the front, i noticed my shoes were untied.
fuck…how long were they untied for?
i bend over, tying my shoes. quinn and chris were walking behind me. i felt someone bump into me from behind, i gasp and look up…
chris…
“oh shit, my bad, yn.” he pats my shoulder, smirking as he walks away with quinn and matt. what the fuck just happened?…i quickly stand back up and sit down at the table. my brain couldn’t stop replaying that moment in my head. my mind when fuzzy and my knees went weak.
what if he did it on purpose? what if he saw me and didn’t care? does he like me? why did he smirk? he definitely walked away smirking.
“and for you, honey?” my thoughts were brushed away by a nudge from quinn. i look up at the waitress. “a-ah…uhm a…a pibb?” i blurt out, toying with the hem of my old navy tube top. she nods and writes down my order. i already knew my cheeks were red. i feel a warm hand sitting on my left thigh. chris was to the left of me.
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“thought you said you were waiting until you asked me to be your girlfriend hm?” jj pounds into you mercilessly as you moan louder. “couldn’t- fuck… FUCK baby- couldn’t hold back..” jj muttered and railed you even harder.
jj suddenly pulls out, before you could whine, jj connects his lips to your puffy clit and eats you out with abandon. as you reach your high, he plunges his two digits into your sopping pussy roughly, earning another orgasm out of you. “baby.. too much” you whimpered.
“not done yet mama.” he smirked as he suddenly rammed back into your cunt, fucking you rougher and rubbing tight circles on your clit. “you’re so tight and wet… fuck- tell me where you want my nut at baby.” he lifted your legs over his shoulders, making his cock hit magic spots you didn’t even know existed.
jj kept hitting those spots with each thrust until he brung you to the edge. “FUCK JJ!” you screamed and came on his cock, hard. he fucked you roughly through your orgasm, causing you to have another one and let out gushing liquid from your spasming pussy.
“fuck baby that’s all i need, shit that’s it right there.” his thrusts became more erratic as he neared his climax. “where you want it at sweet girl?”
“i-inside…” without another word, jj went harder and faster until his cock erupted, spurts of cum shooting from his twitching tip. “fuck baby, did you like that?”
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fwb!chris sturniolo x naive!reader — AU intro
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You think you’re just friends.
You think that’s what this is — the late-night texts, the hoodies he lets you borrow, the way he always reaches for your hand under the covers even when nothing’s happening.
You don’t think it’s love.
You don’t even think it’s like.
You think he’s just comfortable with you. You think you’re easy — easy to talk to, easy to laugh with, easy to be around when he’s too tired or too wound up or too heartbroken to be alone.
You think he texts you at 12:37 a.m. because no one else is awake.
You think he kisses you because you’re close.
You think he stays because it’s convenient.
You don’t know that you’re the only girl who’s ever stayed the night.
You don’t know that Chris doesn’t like to cuddle — not with anyone else.
You don’t know that every time you wear his shirt, he can’t breathe.
You don’t know, and he doesn’t tell you.
Because if you knew — if you really knew — you’d leave.
And he’d rather have you like this.
Even if it means watching you smile at him like none of it means anything.
Even if it means pretending it doesn’t kill him every time you fall asleep on his chest and say, “Thanks, Chris. You’re such a good friend.”
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The first time you sleep with him, it’s late and quiet and no one talks about it.
You show up at the apartment after a party. He’s sitting on the couch, hoodie sleeves bunched up, socks mismatched. He doesn’t even say hi — just glances over at you with that familiar smirk and says, “Took you long enough.”
You roll your eyes. Steal his water bottle. Kick your shoes off.
He pats the seat beside him.
The movie plays for a while before your head ends up on his shoulder. Then his hand on your leg. Then your fingers in his hoodie pocket, brushing his knuckles. Then his mouth on yours, slow and familiar, like this wasn’t new.
Like this was always gonna happen.
You kiss him back.
Not because you want to mean anything.
Just because it feels easy.
Like breathing.
Like him.
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After, you don’t talk about it.
You go back to your own place in the morning. You text him a dumb TikTok that afternoon. He reacts with a laughing emoji.
It’s normal.
It stays that way.
Sort of.
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He doesn’t call you his girlfriend. You don’t ask him to.
You hook up a few more times — always at night, always quiet. You fall asleep in his bed once and he doesn’t wake you up to leave.
You think it’s sweet.
He thinks he’s screwed.
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Chris starts doing things.
Little things.
Picks up your favorite snack when he goes to the store. Tells you when he’s filming so you don’t think he’s ignoring you. Sends you songs that sound like you.
You say thanks.
You never ask why.
Because in your head, this is still nothing.
Just friends.
Just fun.
Just Chris.
But Nick notices.
So does Matt.
And Chris can’t look either of them in the eye when they ask, “What’s going on with you two?”
Because he doesn’t know how to explain that the girl who says she doesn’t want anything serious is the only thing that’s ever felt real.
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You don’t realize you’ve ruined him.
Not yet.
Not until the night you say — laughing, soft, tipsy on cheap wine and bad decisions — “You’re such a good friend, Chris. I’m really glad we can do this and keep it chill.”
And he freezes.
Smiles tight.
Kisses your cheek.
Then turns away so you don’t see how badly he wants to scream.
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But you meant it.
You do think he’s a good friend.
Because you don’t know what it means when a boy who doesn’t love anyone lets you hold him in the dark.
You don’t know what it means when someone who swore off relationships lets you wear his name on your chest and doesn’t ask for it back.
You don’t know what it means when someone kisses you like he’s dying and calls it nothing.
You think this is just how it is.
You think this is safe.
You think he’ll never leave — because why would he?
“mhmm” matt hums against your neck, gently nibbling on your skin. “you smell so good” he continues, his large palm tracing undefined patterns across your thighs, eventually giving your flesh a light smack. matt says something unintelligible, nuzzling his beard against your chest as you adjust your position on his lap. “what is it babe?” you ask, gently tugging on his hair.
matt blinks slowly, his blue orbs admiring every feature of yours. “how did i get so lucky?” he speaks, placing a strand of hair behind your ear. “my beautiful, beautiful wife” matt compliments you as his hands travel around your body, gradually moving your dress upwards. “no panties?” matt furrows his eyebrows once he reaches your hips, squeezing you.
a sly grin appears on your face as you press your body against matt’s, feeling his hardened cock through his jeans. you sigh heavily at the small friction the fabric gives you — but it’s not enough. matt places both hands under your ass, getting up from the couch and carrying you to the bedroom. he peeks at the kids room — through the half opened door, he could see the twins were sleeping heavily. matt playfully tosses you against the mattress, quickly locking the door and dragging his feet back to you, unbuckling his belt and unzipping his jeans.
“wanna fuck another baby in you” he says, helping you to remove your dress. you’re laying underneath him, his cold necklace brushing against your chest. he almost breaks — the “can i?” was on the tip of his tongue, and if you had said anything — he’d immediately submit to you. but he was too hungry for that. matt craved every inch of you.
matt latches his lips around your lips, swirling his tongue on your hardened nub before sucking it. his fingers reach for your drenched pussy, rubbing your clit in fast-paced circular motions, causing you to moan in pleasure. matt’s eyes roll back as he feels the first droplets of milk landing on his tongue, sucking even harder.
he pulls back with a groan, almost as if he was forcing himself to stop. matt gives your clit light taps before wrapping his knuckles around his own shaft, pumping himself and adjusting his swollen, flushed tip on your entrance.
matt throws his head back as he enters you, his dick stretching your throbbing pussy. “m-matt!” you call as you notice milk leaking from your tits, dripping down your torso. “fuck” matt mumbles, burying his cock inside you.
your fingers look for anything — his hand, his shoulders, his hair. you scratch matt’s back as he starts moving, dragging his huge dick in and out of you. he goes back to your breasts, squeezing one of them so more milk would come out. he starts sucking again, his movements growing faster and rougher.
“wanna have you always like this” matt starts, panting heavily. “pretty and pregnant” he says, resting his palm on your lower tummy. he knows he’s gonna be able to see his own length if he presses a little bit harder, but that also means he’s gonna gonna cum faster. “need’a breed you” matt continues, more to himself than to you.
that well-known knot starts to tighten. matt’s tip hits your cervix several times, pre-cum dripping down your walls. “knock me up” you manage to speak, chewing on your bottom lip. “please— ah! wan’ get pregnant again please—” you cry, feeling matt’s shaft twitching.
“gonna fill you up” he says as his orgasm approached. “g-get all my babies inside you” matt says, sloppily pounding into you, reaching for his own high. “cum around my cock babe” he asks, and that’s all it takes for your orgasm wash over your. your pussy squeezes his dick so tightly he ends up coming sooner than planned, his warm, thick cum mixing with your juices.
matt slows his movements, his thrusts becoming lighter before pulling out. he watches with a satisfied smile as cum oozes from your hole, staining the sheets underneath you. matt lays next to you, giving your tummy a kiss. “another baby on the way”.
i’m sorry for not being consistent with posting but i promise i will finish the 1 year special during the first week of june <3 and i fear im not getting over bearded matt anytime soon sooooo here’s another one. inspired by @owenstar’s amazing work here, my muse! hope you like this one 🤍 if you wanna be added to the special taglist please comment on this post!
content warning; smut. unprotected p in v. high sex. overstimulation(f & m receiving). pussydrunk!chris. praise. light choking. BODY WORSHIPPP. yearning!chris tbh. obsession w reader on the low.
synopsis; it’s all yearning tbh !
dividers by @bernardsbendystraws <3
Chris felt needy for you a lot.
But when he was high? He was wrecked by the need.
Some random movie played quietly in the background, but his focus hadn’t left you in over twenty minutes. Not since the joint passed between your lips, your gloss smeared against the filter, your eyes glassy and soft from the haze.
You were in his hoodie. No bra. Shorts barely covering anything. One thigh draped over his lap.
And it was killing him.
“C’mere,” he said, voice hoarse, pulling you into his lap like he didn’t have a choice.
You giggled, straddling him easily. “What?”
Chris just shook his head like he couldn’t believe you were real. “You have no fuckin’ idea what y’doin to me, Angel. S’like my brain shuts off when you’re around.”
You giggled, kissing him before he could say more, and that’s all it took.
His hands were everywhere. Under your hoodie, gripping your thighs, cradling the back of your head like he was scared you’d disappear. He laid you down on his bed and peeled everything off your body like it was a ritual, a process he needed to feel.
“God, look at you.” He stared like he was high on your skin. “You’re my favorite fuckin’ thing on this planet.”
And when he got between your thighs? He was gone.
Chris made out with your pussy like it was the only thing keeping him alive — desperate, deep licks, hands gripping your thighs so hard you knew there’d be bruises. He moaned against you, tongue messy, nose bumping your clit just enough to push you over the edge fast.
Your orgasm hit hard — your thighs trembling, your back arching, but Chris didn’t stop.
You squirmed, overstimulated. “Chris—too much—”
“Not yet.” His voice was cracked and breathless, but he sounded needy, feral. “I need more. Gimme another, baby, please. One more. Wanna taste you fall apart again. Need it.”
He dragged a second orgasm out of you, licking until your whole body tensed under him, until you gasped his name and came again — harder than the first. Your thighs clenched around his head, but he didn’t care.
When he finally pulled away, lips wet, eyes wild, he crawled up your body and kissed you so deep you tasted yourself on his tongue.
Then he was inside you.
The stretch was overwhelming, perfect, like you were built to fit him. Chris moaned into your mouth the second he bottomed out.
“Jesus fuck,” he groaned. “You’re so wet—so fuckin’ tight—squeezin’ me like that.”
He started slow, hips grinding into you like he was trying to imprint his name inside your body. His forehead pressed to yours, and his voice broke as he whimpered softly, whispering a small, “m’never gonna get enough of this.”
His thrusts got rougher. Needier. Every grind of his hips pushed your body higher, and you felt him everywhere — the way he filled you, the way he kissed you, the way his hand wrapped lightly around your throat just to feel your pulse under his thumb.
“You feel that?” he breathed. “Fuckin’ you so good you’re shaking? Hm?”
You were—again. You barely had time to recover, and now he was chasing another orgasm, rubbing your clit with tight, practiced circles that had you screaming through the third.
“C-Chris..fuck—I can’t—”
“Yes, you can.” He kissed the corner of your mouth, eyes pleading. “Give it to me, baby. I need to feel you fall apart. Want you dripping for me.”
You came again, choking on a sob, your nails digging into his back — and that is what undid him.
He buried himself deep, groaning your name, pumping you full with his release—but he didn’t stop thrusting.
You blinked up at him, dazed. “Wait—Chris—?”
“Just one more,” he panted, needy. Absolutely drunk off the feeling of you. “Please- fuck—just let me feel you one more time.”
He’d never done this before. He was still hard. Still fucking you. His cum leaking out of you, mixing with how soaked you already were. He was overstimulating himself now — you could see it in the way his face twisted, in the breathless gasps falling from his lips.
“Pussy’s so good, Angel,” he whimpered. “So fuckin’ good I can’t stop— I can’t stop.”
You were already half gone, and still he kept going — hips faltering, stomach flexing, veins in his neck standing out as he gasped for breath and chased a second orgasm.
You locked your legs around him and whispered, “P-please cum in me again.”
He did.
His second orgasm hit harder — a broken sound tearing from his throat as he emptied himself inside you again, shaking, trembling, burying his face in your neck like he was unraveling.
Then, silence. Heavy breathing. Sweat. His heartbeat against yours.
Chris didn’t move right away — he just held you tighter, still buried inside you, bodies locked together like you were the only thing anchoring him.
When he finally spoke, his voice was so soft you barely caught it.
“You ruin me. Makin me fuckin weak, angel.” He mumbles, still out of breath.
You smiled against his skin. “Good.”
He kissed your cheek, your jaw, your shoulder. His body still twitching from aftershocks, but he didn’t care. “I’d stay in you forever if I could. So perfect f’me.”
mel speaks; this is lowkey shitty but I love them 😛
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im so dumb😭 i was sitting here like "oh i wonder why they didn't post or tell us they weren't posting." they're probably getting a restraining order loralei..
hear me out… stepbrother matt and reader making a video and stepbrother chris taking advantage that he can use face id to get into matt phone to get his hands on the video
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WARNINGS : SEX TAPE. STEPBROTHER!CHRIS SNOOPING AROUND. CHRIS BEING A PERV. MENTIONS OF JERKING OFF.
your back was flush against matt’s cool sheets—tits bouncing each time his hips snapped forward against your own. it was too late in the night, no one was awake to know what either of you were doing—but even if they were, you wouldn’t care.
matt’s left hand held your thighs apart, keeping you spread opened and pinned to the mattress below you as his other hand held his phone—the camera recording—capturing everything.
you couldn’t help yourself when his cock was buried deep inside you, the words slipping past your lips before your brain could register them. “want—fuck—want you to record us matt..please.” you begged softly. the idea of having a video of him fucking you pushed you closer and closer to the edge—knowing no one would ever see it.
he had smirked down at you before he reached for his phone. “yeah?” he breathed, pressing record and panning it to catch your blissed out face. “smile for the camera then baby.”
neither of you knew chris was still awake—his ear pressed against his wall to hear the faint sounds of skin slapping against skin and your moans as matt fucked you.
but when he heard that you wanted to be recorded—he couldn’t help but groan to himself, knowing that soon there would be a video of you sitting in his brothers phone. he could already picture the way you would look, his cock stirring in his pants at the thought.
god how he wanted to get his hands on you so bad—but he never let himself get too close to you.
chris could hear the way your moans became high pitched, his hand wandering down and palming himself through his boxers without thinking. he could hear matt’s voice too, the way he talked so filthy to you—it had you whining and cumming around his cock second later and chris knew that.
when he pulled his ear away from the wall—his face flushed and breathing ragged, his cock hard and aching for relief—he knew he had to get his hands on that video.
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it took a couple of days—days of being patient and waiting for matt to leave his phone laying around while he went off to do something else. chris was growing more impatient by the second—he needed to get his hands on that video—even if it meant stealing his own brothers phone to get it.
he was sitting on the couch in the living room, scrolling through his social medias as he lounged—but it wasn’t long before matt came wandering downstairs to grab something from the fridge and sparking up a quick and small container with him.
“chris,” he started off to get his attention, taking a sip from the bottle of water he grabbed. chris turned his head, giving matt a small nod and hummed in response. matt gave one back, setting his drink down—along with his phone. “you gonna be showering at all soon?” matt asked, and chris shook his head. “nah, i took one this morning.”
matt replied with a quick ‘okay’ and mentioned how he was getting ready to hop in before he turned away and walked back upstairs.
he had left his phone.
chris was practically buzzing with excitement and need—waiting for the moment he could hear the water running before he took his chance.
and when that moment came? he was off the couch in seconds.
he walked into the kitchen, his hand coming out to grab at matt’s phone once he reached the counter. he couldn’t be any more thankful about the fact that they look the same than he is right now—quickly maneuvering his hair to match his brothers as close as he could before he lifted the screen to his face.
the device unlocking.
he let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding, his fingers already swiping and searching for the camera roll to find the video that was recorded just a few days prior.
it took a minute. matt had buried it so good within the folders to make sure no one would ever find it or see it. but when chris did see it? he was fucking mesmerized. 
you were naked and on your back—your thighs spread wide as matt held the camera between your bodies. your eyes were glassy, lips parted, chest rising and falling so fast it looked like you might cry. and chris clicked play—making sure the volume was low enough that no one would hear.
you were begging for matt, your voice breathy and whiny and—fuck—he remembers when you said this. “please, matt… please fuck me—fuck, harder.” the camera caught everything. the way matt’s cock slid in and out of you slow at first, then rougher. the way your hands gripped the sheets.
the angle of the camera caught the bounce of your tits, the flush of your chest, and the absolute mess between your thighs.
“smile for the camera, baby. thaaat’s it… let ‘em see what you look like getting fucked stupid.” matt’s voice in the recording had said—and that’s when you came—that’s the moment when chris’ ear was pressed so far against the wall to hear you , knowing you looked pretty when you were cumming.
and you did—fuck he almost came right then and there.
when the video ended, he was breathing hard and he wasted no more time. he quickly moved the video around to the main folder—exiting out to open matt’s messages—his eyes landed on your contact for a moment, his curiosity peaking. but he decided to save that for another day.
instead he opened the contact with his name on it, opening up the option to send videos and pictures and clicked the sex tape—and pressing send. he felt his phone vibrate in his pocket, hand reaching down to fish it out and opening the message.
he saved it quickly to his camera roll and then went back to matt’s phone, deleting it from the chat like it was never there before he went back to matt’s camera roll and moved the video back to the hidden folder he had it in.
and just in time too.
chris could hear the bathroom door upstairs open, the creak of it loud enough to startle him. he cursed under his breath, closing out of everything once he made sure it was right and setting matt’s phone back down.
by the time matt came back downstairs—chris was back on the couch, his hoodie pulled over his head, and a pillow hugged against his lap as he scrolled on his phone like nothing had happened.
but later that night? chris stayed up late.
his phone in his hand as the other was shoved down his pants—gripping his cock.
he was watching you.
rewinding and slowing down the part where you begged—imagining it was him making you sound like that instead.
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stalking is a third-degree felony charge since it'll be her first time receiving such charge. but leaking their address falls under harassment (that is a class B misdemeanour) so that will add to her charges. if they call the police and do something she could go to jail for 2-10 years. adding on the harassment charge it'll add 180 days to her sentence. so she would go away for a while if they do something.
