That Last Part Made Me Giggle🤭

This is amazing 💋

Batmobile Matt x fem!reader

summary: matt can't resist you in your catwoman costume...

WARNING: smut, intended lowercase, unprotected P in V (wrap it before you tap it), praising, softdom matt if you squint, creampie, car sex essentially, not proofread!

A/N: hi! it's my first fic and you all voted for smut on the poll (whores). JK! love you all and hope you enjoy this little blurb! i miss halloween so much so i had to do SOMETHING halloween related. BTW, my inbox is open for any requests, questions or advice seeking. always here if you need help with literally anything. PS. english isn't my first language i am SO SORRY

Matt's hands moved swiftly to tear the crotch of your black bodysuit after you both climbed into the backseat. what did you expect when you decided to dress as catwoman for halloween? his eyes were intense and filled with a hunger you'd never seen on him. the windows fogged of what he called 'his batmobile'. a loud rip sound filled the car when he tore the fabric, shoving your dampened panties aside before working at his own pants.

"so fucking sexy, princess... all dressed up..." he murmured, making your pulse quicken and your breath hitch. rain pattered on the roof and windows of the car in soft droplets, and before you knew it the sound of a soft groan filled your eardrums. you looked down to see Matt's length sprung from his boxers, the tip needy and wet with precum.

"making me so hard..." he whispered before slowly pushing in. a sharp gasp came through your lips at the sensation of his cock splitting you open as your walls wrapped snugly around the girth.

"oh fuck, Matt.." a whine fell from your lips, your hands grasping at his hips.

"fuck... needed you so bad, princess... this pussy was made for me..." Matt groaned, his thrusts quickening causing moans to spill out of you like a string being tugged from your voicebox. the sound of skin slapping against skin in small claps filled the car, Matt's head thrown back.

His jaw was sharp and clenched, the stubble barely visible from the dim lighting of the car interior. the zip of your bodysuit was tugged down enough for your breasts to be free, bouncing up and down like jello with every buck of Matt's hips.

"oh g-god! mmh..!" you whimpered, your gummy walls fluttering around his cock which told him all he needed to know.

"oh yea? gonna cum on me, baby?" Matt cooed, causing you to nod eagerly and his pace to quicken. his thumb came in contact with your sensitive bud, rubbing firm circles.

"ah! oh fuck, M-Matt!" moans ripped from your throat as your orgasm milked him like a warm, greedy vice. eliciting a low moans from Matt's. his bottom lip trapped between his teeth in concentration, one last firm thrust and he was gone.

"fuck! oh god... fuck yea..." he panted heavily, chest heaving as spurt after spurt of his load filled your needy pussy.

after a few moments, you both composed yourselves. kissing messily with his cock remaining buried inside your warmth.

"fucking in the batmobile.." Matt chuckled.

"oh my god you're a child." you scoffed playfully.

suddenly.. I'm horny.

felt the exact same way😣

I almost passed out when i saw this outfit

It's really embarrassing to think that the lady screaming at the triplets probably has kids.. and TOOK her child/children there..

LIKE IMAGINE THAT BEING YOUR MOM?? ID BE SO EMBARRASSED IF THAT EVER HAPPENED😟

How she felt when they ended the show early bc of her:

bsf!reader 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨 vampire!chris 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘮 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘢 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘺 𝘨𝘢𝘮𝘦

🕸 - content warnings: ★ chris losing his temper ★ small lacrosse fight ★ slight yelling ★ smut ★ unprotected sex ★ angry, rough sex ★ slapping ★ crying ★ dirty talk ★ praising ★ hair pulling ★ creampie ★ aftercare ★

lacrosse games were usually smooth for chris.

even if a ref made a bad call, or someone got a little too aggressive, he had his ways of staying locked in—dialed into the rhythm, the strategy, the adrenaline. it was good for him. all that pent-up energy, all that heat that came with being what he was… it needed an outlet. lacrosse gave him one. but tonight wasn’t smooth. not even close.

the guy on his team had been playing like he had no idea what sport he was in—sloppy passes, missed shots, and no defense whatsoever. and when chris tried to point it out, he was met with attitude. twice.

so he shoved him. hard. right there on the field. the ref blew the whistle. the coach stormed over. and chris, already vibrating with the need to keep it together, couldn’t even find the words to explain before it all snapped.

“why the hell did you shove your own teammate?” his coach demanded.

“because he’s playing like an idiot!” chris snapped back. “and maybe if you coached instead of standing there yelling every five seconds—”

“watch it, kid.”

“nah. you watch it,” chris growled, already walking off the field. “i’m done.”

he didn’t wait for a response. he didn’t need to hear the usual crap about discipline or teamwork. he tossed his helmet to the bench and stormed toward the locker rooms, not stopping once. not even when the backup got thrown in to replace him. you were already following. you didn’t need to say anything—just the look on his face when he passed by said it all. when you walked into the locker room, it was quiet except for the echo of his cleats against the tile. he was pacing, hands still in his gloves, jaw tight enough to crack bone.

“chris,” you said softly, cautiously.

he didn’t stop moving. “don’t. not right now.”

“you shoved your own teammate.”

he stopped then. turned toward you slowly, frustration flickering behind his eyes.

“you think i don’t know that?”

“then maybe don’t act like you’re not in the wrong?”

you weren’t trying to push. you were trying to pull him back. ground him. but both of you were short-tempered. stubborn. it was a miracle you ever got along at all.

“he was gonna get someone hurt,” chris snapped. “i told him twice to stop cutting across—”

“and your response is to shove him and curse out your coach infront of the whole town?” you crossed your arms. “real good job.”

he laughed bitterly, backing toward the lockers and yanking his gloves off, throwing them on the bench.

“you think it’s that easy to stay calm when everything’s already—” he cut himself off, flexing his fingers like his hands itched to break something. “you don’t know what it feels like when it’s this close to slipping out.”

you softened a little at that. stepped closer. “then let me help you calm down.”

“i just need a second,” he muttered. “just… a second to forget the bullshit.”

and then he looked at you—really looked at you. and something inside him snapped in a different way. before you could say another word, he grabbed you and pushed you gently—but firmly—against the cool metal of the lockers, his mouth crashing into yours like a match to gasoline. you gasped, your fingers instantly curling into his jersey as his lips moved over yours—hot, rough, desperate. like he needed to feel something else and this was the only way.

his hands were already tugging at his gear, peeling the jersey over his head and letting it drop to the floor with a dull thud. your own breath stuttered as his mouth moved to your jaw, down to your neck, kissing you like he was trying to chase the anger out of his body and into you. you weren’t sure when your stubbornness melted, but your body was already responding, back arching into him, your hands buried in his messy hair. he pressed himself closer, his palms sliding down your sides, gripping your hips like he didn’t want to let go. his forehead dropped to your shoulder, breathing hard, lips brushing against your skin.

“you’re the only thing keeping me sane right now,” he muttered.

you swallowed hard, heart racing. “then don’t stop.”

he looked up at you again, eyes wild and full of something hot and dangerous, but so focused on you. and suddenly, even in the aftermath of his rage, all you felt was how much he needed you. not just like this, but always.

chris’s hands are everywhere at once—rough, demanding, but never crossing that line. his lips left burning trails down your neck as he yanked your shirt over your head, the fabric catching slightly before he tossed it aside. his teeth graze your collarbone, a sharp contrast to the way his palms slide up your ribs, thumbs brushing the sides of your breasts like an apology for the bite (luckily he could keep himself calm enough to not let his fangs out). you gasp, fingers scrambling at the waistband of his shorts, but he catches your wrists, pinning them above your head against the locker with one hand.

his breath is hot against your ear. “stay there.”

it’s not a request.

you shiver, the cold metal seeping into your back as he steps away just long enough to strip off the rest of his gear. his chest heaves, sweat glistening under the fluorescent lights, muscles coiled like he’s still mid-game. when he returns, he doesn’t kiss you—he devours you. his tongue slides against yours, all heat and hunger, while his free hand grips your thigh, hitching your leg around his hip. the hard line of his cock presses against you through his shorts, and you whine, arching into him.

he groans, low and gritty. “fuck, you feel that? this is what you do to me. every. damn. time.”

his hand slips between you, fingers dragging your underwear aside. you’re already wet, and he smirks against your mouth, circling your clit once, twice, just to hear you choke on his name.

“knew it,” he breathes. “knew you’d be so needy f'me.” his fingers plunge into you without warning, curling in a way that makes your knees buckle.

you sag against the lockers, but he holds you up, his forearm braced under your thigh now, pushing it higher. “look at you—taking it so good. fuck, you’re perfect.”

his praise is rough-edged, voice shredded by frustration and want. he adds a third finger, stretching you, and you cry out, nails scraping the locker. “chris—please—”

“please what?” he nips your earlobe, fingers pumping faster. “use your words, sweetheart.”

“i need—you—”

he growls, withdrawing his hand so abruptly you nearly sob. in one fluid motion, he tears your underwear off and shoves his own shorts down, his cock springing free, thick and just as needy for you. he doesn’t give you time to think, just lines himself up and slams into you, the force knocking the air from your lungs. you moan loudly, the sound echoing off the tiles, but he swallows it with another kiss, messy and possessive.

“mine,” he rasps against your lips. “this pussy’s mine.”

his thrusts are relentless, each one punching a moan from your throat. one hand stays pinned above your head, the other grips your hip hard enough to bruise, pulling you onto him with every snap of his pelvis. when you clench around him, he hisses, forehead dropping to your shoulder.

“sh—shit—you gonna come already? that it?” his teeth carefully sink into your shoulder, not enough to break skin, but enough to make you jerk. “do it. come on my cock baby.”

you shatter, vision whiting out as your orgasm rips through you. he doesn’t slow, fucking you through it, his own rhythm stuttering.

“that’s it—fuck—take it, take me—” his hand releases your wrists to fist in your hair, yanking your head back. the sting makes you gasp, but the fire in his eyes silences any protest. “look at me. wanna see your pretty face when i fill you up.”

you whimper, overstimulated but starving for more, and he lets go of your hair to slap your ass—hard. you jolt forward, crying out as he hits a new depth. “chris—!”

“gooood girlll,” he grinds out, delivering another slap, the burn blooming under his palm. “doin' so good f'me. love how i fuck you like this—rough—huh?” his thumb presses against your clit, rubbing harsh circles. “c'mon, tell me.”

“yes—yes—”

“louder.”

“i love it—love you—”

he stills, chest heaving, pupils blown. for a heartbeat, the anger in his face fractures, something vulnerable flickering beneath. then he’s kissing you again, slower, deeper, as his hips roll into yours, each thrust dragging against that sweet spot until you’re climbing again.

“gonna come inside you,” he murmurs, voice ragged. “that okay?”

you nod frantically, and his groan is almost pained.

“fuck—fuck—” he buries himself to the hilt, spilling hot and thick, his release triggering your second orgasm. you sob, tears spilling over as pleasure crashes into you, wave after wave, until you’re boneless against the lockers.

he holds you up, forehead pressed to yours, both of you gasping. the locker room was quiet now. too quiet, almost. you were still pressed into chris’s chest, arms loosely wrapped around his neck, your legs a little weak where one of them was wrapped around his waist, and both of you still catching your breath. the haze of it—what just happened—still lingered in the air between you. he hadn’t said much right after. hadn’t needed to. his arms had stayed around you, holding you close, grounding himself in the warmth of your skin, your pulse against his. but eventually, he pulled back, just enough to look at you. his eyes flicked over your face, a crease forming between his brows.

“shit,” he whispered, almost to himself. “was that too much?”

you blinked at him, lips parted. “what?”

his hands—those same hands that had just been gripping you like you were the only thing tethering him to the earth—now slid up to cradle your face. soft. careful.

“i got carried away,” he said, brows still furrowed. “i shouldn’t’ve—i mean, you’re still getting used to all this sex shit—and i just—fuck, i didn’t hurt you, did i?”

your heart cracked a little at the worry in his voice.

“chris,” you said gently, resting your forehead against his. “i’m okay.”

he kissed your cheek. then your nose. your temple. then your lips. almost as if he was apologizing with small kisses.

“you sure?” he asked again, voice lower this time. softer. “you were just letting me… be all over you like that, and i didn’t even stop to think about if it was too much. i feel like an asshole..”

you smiled a little, brushing his sweaty hair back with your fingers.

“you're perfectly okay, crhis,” you whispered. “i love you. and i want all of you. even when it’s rough. especially when it’s real.”

his breath hitched, and his lips were back on your skin again, kissing your jaw, your cheekbones, the corner of your mouth, almost like he was trying to say sorry with every single one. he held you like you were breakable now. like he was making up for every hard touch with a hundred gentle ones.

“you didn’t do anything wrong,” you reminded him. “i can handle you.”

he let out a short laugh against your skin. “yeah. i know. you’re stubborn as hell.”

“takes one to know one,” you teased, and he finally cracked a real smile.

after another beat, he pulled you into a proper hug—your arms wrapped around each other, his chin resting on top of your head.

“wanna get out of here?” he asked after a long pause. “we can get wing stop. eat like trash. watch some dumb movie on the couch until you fall asleep on me.”

you leaned back just enough to meet his eyes. “that your version of aftercare?”

he grinned. “that, and carrying you to bed after you pass out halfway through the movie. with like, eight blankets.”

“sounds perfect.”

“yeah?”

“yeah.”

and with one last kiss to your forehead, he helped you away from the locker, gently gathering your clothes with a tenderness that didn’t need explaining. whatever happened back there, whatever heat and anger and need boiled over, it didn’t scare you. because this—him—was home. even when he was a mess. even when he broke a little. he was still yours. and you were still his.

always.

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ADORABLE???💋🥹🫶

can you do like a chris pda oneshot, not cringy tho yk. just chris being rlly touchy with reader and his brothers reactions

TOUCHY. C.S

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Chris was never the type to be overly affectionate in public. Sure, behind closed doors, he had his moments—pulling you onto his lap, kissing your shoulder absentmindedly, playing with your fingers just because he could. But in front of other people? Especially his brothers? It was rare.

Well… usually.

Today, though? Today was a whole different story.

Since the moment you walked in, Chris had been all over you. His hands were constantly on you—your waist, your hips, your back—his lips brushing against your skin whenever he got the chance. And the craziest part? He wasn’t even trying to hide it. It was like he wanted his brothers to see.

You were filming a Blind, Deaf, and Mute Challenge video, and chaos was already in full swing. Nick, who was “deaf,” had noise-canceling headphones on and was absolutely butchering the lyrics to Barbie World, screaming them at a volume that could probably be heard from space. Matt, assigned to be mute, sat off to the side with duct tape over his mouth, arms crossed as he watched you and Chris with a growing look of horror. Meanwhile, you and Chris, both blindfolded, were supposed to be making a cake together.

But Chris? He seemed way more interested in you than the cake.

You reached for the mixing bowl, blindly stirring the batter, trying your best not to make a mess. But just as you felt the whisk hit the edge of the bowl, a pair of strong arms wrapped around your waist from behind, pulling you into a familiar embrace. Chris pressed his chest against your back, his large hands sliding over yours as he took hold of the whisk, guiding your movements with an unnecessary amount of closeness.

His breath tickled your ear as he dipped his head, lips grazing your temple before he murmured, “You’re making a mess, baby.”

You paused, eyebrows raising beneath the blindfold. “How do you even know that?” you challenged, tilting your head slightly in his direction.

Chris huffed out a small laugh, his grip tightening as he leaned in even closer. “Because I just know you,” he said smugly. “And I can hear the batter sloshing over the sides.”

You rolled your eyes, a smile tugging at your lips. “Or maybe you just wanted an excuse to be all over me.”

Chris didn’t even try to deny it. “Maybe,” he admitted, nuzzling his nose against your jaw before pressing a slow kiss just below your ear.

That was the final straw for Matt.

With an exaggerated groan, he ripped the duct tape off his mouth with a sharp RIIIP, ignoring the way he winced in pain before snapping, “CAN Y’ALL CHILL FOR LIKE TWO SECONDS? JESUS.”

Chris barely even reacted. “Nope,” he said simply, pressing another kiss to your cheek just to be annoying.

Nick, who had up until now been blissfully unaware of the situation, suddenly yanked his headphones off. “Bro, what is going on? I can’t even hear anything, and I know y’all are being nasty.”

Matt threw his hands in the air. “THEY’RE ALL OVER EACH OTHER, NICK. LIKE FULL-ON ‘GET A ROOM’ LEVEL.”

Nick groaned, running a hand down his face. “You two are so gross, bro. Like, actually disgusting.”

Chris just smirked. “Sounds like a you problem,” he said, tightening his hold around you.

Matt looked seconds away from lunging across the counter and physically separating you two. “IT’S AN EVERYONE PROBLEM.”

And you? You just smiled, leaning into Chris a little more. Because, honestly? You were loving every second of it.

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A/N- I’m very sorry if this is to cringe or not pda enough i just thought it would be kinda cute (:

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chris fucking you rough

the bed creaks with every rough thrust of chris’s hips slamming into yours.

his hands grip your hips as you moan pathetically into the pillow, his grunts accompanying your noises. he leans over, his chest pressing against your back. his pace doesn’t slow as he whispers shakily into your ear. “feels—feels good huh?”

all you can do is nod briefly, your eyes squeezed shut as your jaw falls slack.

his pace slows, and he snakes one of his hands to grab your jaw, tilting your head back slightly to look at him. you look up at him a bit dazed. “wha—why’d you stop?” “need y’to tell me how it feels.” he says, his eyes boring into yours.

“chris—cmon—“ you begin to mumble out, your eyebrows knitting together before you interrupt yourself. “it feels good, really good.”

as soon as you say that he smirks, his hand dropping your face back to the bed. his pace picks up, rougher and faster than before.

your eyes squeeze shut as the tip of his dick repeatedly hits the spot that makes you see stars. he leans back up, both of his hands on your hips again.

“y’feel so—fuckk—so good,” chris groans, his eyelids fluttering when he feels your walls clench around him.

the noises are lewd—his hips slapping against yours with reckless abandon. tears of pleasure fall from your eyes. “shh, shh, s’alright,” chris hushes you weakly, clearly struggling himself. he’s panting lightly, each breath coming out more as a moan.

“chris—mm fuck i’m close—“ you stammer out, barley able to form a sentence.

“i—i know baby, fu-fuck, cmon,” chris almost whimpers out before reaching a hand down to rub tight circles on your clit, pushing you over the edge. you practically wail out at the extra stimulation and your legs shake uncontrollably as you cum around his dick.

chris groans at the sight, his pace never faltering. he can’t hold back anymore; his hips still and his dick buried deep inside you, releasing warm ropes of hot cum in your pussy.

a/n: this is ass so sorry

Don’t say it *

Paring: Chris sturniolo x reader

Based of this clip

Summary: In which reader finally comes back form her trip and she surprises Chris.

Warnings: smut ,use of vibrator in public, edging, orgasm denial, p in v, creampie, overstimulation, fingering, spanking, choking, lmk if I missed something ☺️

Once Chris begged you to come home you cut your week trip down to three and left the next morning. 

You payed for your flight which you would’ve asked Chris to pay for it but you wanted to surprise him so you didn’t.

You called an Uber smiling as you got in the car thinking of Chris reaction to you actually coming back home from your trip.

The drive was around 30 minutes so you sat on your phone making TikTok’s. The nice uber man pulled up to the triplets house and helps you with your bags.

“Thank you so much your so sweet” you smiled fishing out a thirty dollar tip. “Have a nice day.” You waved at the man who smiled walking down the driveway back to his car

You walked in the house with grin as you already heard a scream. Looking around you realized it came from upstairs.

You run into Chris’s room placing your bags down. You pull out your phone getting the notification that the triplets were live on twitch.

You giggled joining the live instantly taking in Chris. The way he smiles and the way his wife beater perfectly fits his body.

“Where’s Y/n?” The chat instantly asked and Matt looks at Chris smiling.

“Uhh Chris you wanna answer because last time I answered a question about her you punched me so” Matt shakes his head letting Chris speak.

Chris rolls his eyes “yes I’ll answer a question about MY girlfriend.”

You giggle as he makes it known that you are his. “Guys y/n is in Miami for six whole days! I need need her back.” He fake pouts

The chat instantly started spamming questions about Chris and Y/n. “Just two more days Chris you’ll be fine”

Nick side eyes the boy as he continues to pout. You giggle quickly standing up to make your way up the stairs.

You knock on Matt’s door waiting to see what they would say.

“Fuck no. I don’t play like that!” Nick yells running behind Matt pulling on his jacket.

You open the door instantly smiling. “You’re not about that life Nick.”

The chat goes crazy hearing your voice in the back ground and Chris instantly hopped up holding his heart.

“You actually came!” Chris smiles jumping like a little kid in a candy shop. “For you? Always.” You giggle as Matt and nick side eye each other.

“Pause” they say at the same time making you laugh. You come into the view of the camera quickly waving at the camera with a huge smile.

Chris instantly pulls you into his lap hugging you with the goofy smile on his face. “Chris you know we are still on steam right?”

Matt rolls his eyes going back to reading the chat. You sigh quickly get off this lap sitting beside him. “I missed you to baby.”

You smile at his clinginess now that your back. “Y/n they wanna know why your back so early.” Nick reads as he turns towards you.

You grin turning towards Chris who also as a small grin. “Well…” He shakes his head scooting away form you “don’t say it”

You giggle “ok say basically y’all know how Chris claims he is the boss of our relationship.” You grin air quoting the words the boss.

“Dont-do not say it Y/n. I’m giving you a chance do not say it.” He laughs unable to get his point across.

Nick and Matt smile at the camera. You giggle trying to hush Chris so you can talk “Do not say it Y/n.” You take your finger across his mouth trying to silence him.

It doesn’t affect him as he keeps talking “Y/n. Y/n M/n. Don’t you speak of this.” He stares at you with a straight face.

“Will you hush Chris!” You laughed pushing his arm. He shrugged looking away for a second “okay”

You grin pulling your phone out “okay so basically guys I told Chris-” he interrupted a you with a “you’ve been warned”

You dismissed him as you keep talking. “I told him that I missed him and he is literally a little boy with Hormones so he begged me to come home” you giggle leaving out the part about the pictures you sent him.

Chris looks at you once more “y/n do not say it.” You look at him pausing for a moment and than continuing.

“Okay as I was saying he was begging and when I say begging I mean begging. So I came home for my subby little boy.”

Matt and Nick burst out laughing and Chris turns towards you with a look of disbelief. “Okay okay she’s being dramatic!”

You gasp putting your hands over your heart like your hurt. “Dramatic? Should I pull up the texts Chris because they are bad.”

You giggle as he instantly yells no. “Exactly.” You smile shrugging your shoulders.

The chat comments flooding with comments begging to see the text messages.

“So Chris you’re begging now. Damn kid you are down bad.” Matt laughs looking back at the camera with a smile

Chris shakes his head “Matt I’ll kill you” you giggle giving him a kiss on the cheek. And He pulls away slightly upset

“Oh no he’s actually upset.” The chat mentions making Nick look back at the couple. “Chris it’s okay we all become subby over the things we want.”

Nick teases once more making Chris roll his eyes. “Hahaha so funny” he fakes with a straight face.

“I’m going to go think about life. Bye chat love you guys.” Chris states giving a peace sign to the chat.

You stand doing the same. “Ima go with him guys. Love you chat!” You smile blowing a kiss.

You walk out the room nearly getting whiplash from how hard Chris pulled your body against his.

“You’re gonna fucking regret that Y/n.” You gulp with a smile on your face. Chris doesn’t even grin he keeps a straight face making you nervous.

“And how would that be?” He doesn’t answer you. He just shrug his shoulders and walked away into his room. 

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It’s been about two hours since the triplets had gotten of twitch stream and now ya’ll are getting ready for dinner.

You decided to wear something comfy but cute. It was one of Chris’s old grey sweaters and a cute little Jean skirt.

“guys we will be in the car hurry up.” Matt yells form behind Chris’s door. You quickly put on your shoes. But as you turn around to see Chris heading back to the closet.

“What? you forgot something? we gotta go.” You sigh watching him instantly. “I said you were gonna regret what you did earlier baby.”

He comes back with the pink shoe box that you keep the ‘toys’ in. Your eyes instantly widen and Chris takes a look at you with a smile on his face.

“So here’s the deal baby. If you cum, argue with me or even so much as look at me dirty tonight I promise you will regret it.” He walks over to you with the remote control vibrator.

He sits you down on the bed as moved your underwear to the side and inserted a finger into your entrance without warning.

“Mmm-Fuck Chris!” You let out a breathy moan as he starts to pump his hand inside of you.

“Shh baby just need to stretch you out a little.” He coos with fake sympathy. He removes his fingers causing you to whine, but he quickly shushes you by shoving in the vibrator.

You throw your head back as he pulls your skirt back down. Your already frustrated be Chris seems very amused.

“Let’s go baby there waiting.” He kisses you on the cheek before exiting the room.

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You were now sat at a booth in your favorite restaurant, you and chris seated across from nick and Matt

Chris hadn’t touched the controller since we left the house and honestly you forgot about it.

The nice server came over and he had the biggest smile on his face. “Hi I’m jack im going to be your server for today. Can I start yall with anything?”

as soon as it was your turn to order, you felt the low vibration inside of me.

You let out a shaken breath trying to keep your self together. But as soon as you opened your mouth to speak, however, the vibration intensified.

“Um can i” you cleared your throat, “ can i have a lemonade please.”

after you struggled through the rest of my order, the waitress collected the menus and walked away looking at you oddly.

“Yo you good? You’re acting odd.” Matt raised an eyebrow looking at you.

Chris brings he hand to your thigh softly squeezing. “Yeah! I’m good.” You smile as the vibrations increase.

You let out a low moan as his hands move up your underwear rubbing small figures 8’s.

he leaned closer to your ear and whispered, “I promise if you cum, you’ll regret it.” He backs away softly smiling at you.

“I cant hold it. Chris please.” He shakes his head removing his hand from your underwear

He turns the vibrator on high then he placed his phone back on the table leaving you quietly panting.

the majority of the dinner went like this, up until the food arrived.

Chris teased you relentlessly, building up your pleasure and taking it away just before you got the chance to release.

tears pricked at the corner of your eyes as the toy pulsated against the sensitive walls of your pussy but you quickly blinked them away as you reached for my fork.

“Y/n? Are you okay.” Nick looks up you with confusion and concern. You let out a dry laugh. “Oh yeah!” You lie once again “I was thinking about this TikTok that I saw last night. Super sad.”

Matt and Chris start laughing once they hear this. They are used to you crying over random things as your a sensitive person.

Chris quickly threw his arm around you rubbing your arm gently, “hey, it’s okay. You’re such a baby” he laughs pretending to coax you knowing damn well what the real problem was.

he gave your arm a squeeze, and you hid your face into his neck. You let out a long sigh as you clenched your legs together.

“Y/n. Don’t fucking do it.” His voice is raspy as he squeezes your thigh. 

You slightly whine “c-chris I can’t hold it” you whisper in his ear.

Your mouth hung open and your eyes rolled back. You gently bit the skin of his neck once your felt your juices leak out of yourself and into your underwear.

“did you just cum?” he asked in a low dangerous voice.

You nod unable to form words. He lets go of you turning off the toy.

He didn’t turn the toy on the rest for the rest of dinner. He kept his hand on your thigh, rubbing small circles.

~

when you got back home, both of you said good night to his brothers and he took you to his room without a single word.

As soon as he closed he door he spoke to you “take off your clothes, right now” he spoke firmly, as he did the same to himself.

You quickly do as he says. “What did I tell you y/n?” he sits on the bed, signaling you to lay across his slap.

You gulp doing just that. “Not to cum.” he ran his hand along your ass before giving it a firm slap.

“So you fucking decided to cum with out permission huh?”

Another slap

“Fucking Answer me.” He says as he slaps my ass once more.

“I-I’m sorry I couldn’t hold it.” You yelp as he delivers three more sharp slaps.

“hmm, you just wanna cum so badly, huh? Want me to make you my little cumslut?”

You moan at the thought of it. When you don’t answer he delivers another slap. “Answer me y/n”

You cry out in pain. “Yes! Fuck yes!”

The next thing you knew was his headboard repeatedly slamming against his wall, his thrusts were sharp and hard.

His dick hitting your soft spot over and over again causing you to moan in pleasure.

His hands traced your body like a map he was desperate to memorize, and you responded in kind, drawn to the way he moved, the way he breathed you in. Time slowed, the world outside fading until nothing remained but you two — the heat, the rhythm, the quiet sounds of pleasure shared between y’all.

Your knees are wide in the air as he roughly, slapped, pinched,and fingered you roughly to tease your pussy, he started thrusting roughly and restlessly ignoring your cries of mercy and your begs and continuing to make me moan on pain

“Fuck you feel amazing.” He moans out as he speeds up.

You cry out in pleasure. “Mmph! I’m sorry s-slow down.”

He ignores your pleas, keeping his gaze locked onto yours as he pounds into you relentlessly. A smirk plays on his lips, knowing how much you hate this rough treatment. But he also knows it gets you hot, and right now, that's all that matters.

His hands grip your hips tightly, pulling you harder against each brutal thrust. The bed creaks ominously beneath the force of his movements. With a grunt, he leans down, capturing your lips in a bruising kiss, swallowing your muffled whimpers.

Breaking the kiss, he growls, “Shut up and take it.” His voice is low and commanding, brooking no argument. He continues his merciless pace, driving deeper with each stroke until you feel him hitting that sweet spot inside you.

You close your mouth wanting, needing his praise his permission.

He notices your compliance and rewards it with a dark, approving hum. His fingers dig into your hips as he picks up speed, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room.

“That's it, good girl” he murmurs, his breath hot against your ear. “Take my cock like you're supposed to.”

One hand slides from your hip to rub circles over your clit, applying just enough pressure to keep you teetering on the edge of climax. The other hand reaches up to twist and pinch your nipple, sending jolts of pleasure-pain straight to your core.

“Come on, I know you want to” he coaxes, his voice dripping with arrogance. “Let go for me. Show me what a needy little slut you are for my dick.”

You instantly cum. You don’t break eye contact you just simply moan and whine.

As you come undone beneath him, Chris expression remains impassive, but a flicker of satisfaction crosses his face. He keeps fucking you through your orgasm, prolonging your pleasure until you're writhing and gasping for breath.

Only when he feels your walls start to clench and spasm does he allow himself to release, his own climax hitting him like a freight train. He buries himself deep, grinding against your sensitive flesh as he fills you with his seed.

Collapsing on top of you, he's still hard, his weight pressing you into the mattress. After a moment, he rolls off, leaving you dazed and panting on the sheets. Without a word, he stands and walks to the bathroom, shutting the door behind him.

You lie there, catching your breath, feeling the aftershocks of your intense coupling.

Normally you two would go three or four times but he missed you to much and just wanted to cuddle you.

“So much better than the video you send me.” He finally speaks after a minute. Which causes you to laugh.

You two spend the rest of the night talking about the time y’all spent away from each other. Completely unaware that Nick and Matt were ready to yell at you two in the morning.

First time writing smut… It’s not to good but I’ll get better over time!

Let me know anything I could’ve done differently/ better!



Love, Janae 🎀



⌗ . . . STEPBROTHER!CHRIS CATCHES YOU AND STEPBROTHER!MATT FUCKING IN THE LIVING ROOM

WARNINGS : SMUT. PNV. VOYEURISM. EXHIBITIONISM. DIRTY TALK. HAIR PULLING. ASS SMACKING. (let me know if i forgot anything).

you always disliked when your mom threw little get togethers with her friends and co-workers. your house always being packed inside the house and then the backyard—so you always stayed far away from it. not because you didn’t like them, you just hated the crowds.

and today was one of those days. everyone in the backyard on a hot summer day—the sounds of voices buzzing through the air. you were hot and angry, the sun making you feel like you wanted to peel your skin off, but you couldn’t leave—not while your mom kept her eye on you.

she forced you to stay outside and socialize with people—people who probably wouldn’t understand anything you try to talk about.

you huffed, crossing your arms and trying to sit as much in the shade as you could without bumping into other people. but it was no use. you groaned and turned in the direction your mom was in—seeing her back turned to you with people surrounding her.

when you saw that, you took your chance, slipping in through the back door and trying to walk quickly from the living room—out of her sight. the AC was cold on your skin, your heartbeat finally starting to slow once you made it far enough inside.

“two hours? really? you couldn’t last any longer out there?” a voice said from over by the couch. your feet stopped, whipping your head into the direction it was coming from. matt was standing near the couch, a cold drink in one hand.

you rolled your eyes, letting out a breath as you wandered over to him. “you try lasting out there in ninety-five degree weather for two hours. i promise it isn’t fun.” you snapped back, reaching your hand out as you stood in front of him, snagging his water. matt just watched you, eyebrow raised and a small smirk tugging at his lip.

“why the attitude hm baby?” he asked, watching the way you lifted the cup to your lips, taking a sip from the ice cold water. you glared at him, finishing your sip before holding the glass out to him. “i don’t have a fucking attitude.” that was a lie—you definitely did.

you watched as matt hummed, taking a sip of water for himself before setting his cup down on the table. “no?” he questioned, slowly walking around your body until he got behind you. you could feel the heat from his body as he pressed closer—it wasn’t helping your irritation.

“matt fuck off.” you spat, going to take a step away from him. you didn’t get very far. matt’s arm reached out and wrapped around your waist, pulling your back flush to his chest.

“god, you’re such a brat.” he muttered into your ear, his hot breath trailing against your neck. you shivered, even though the air inside was cool. his hand was splayed flat on your lower stomach, keeping you tight to him. “matt. don’t.” you warned, voice wavering, despite yourself. you glanced over your shoulder, but no one was inside. still, the hum of voices and music from the backyard was way too close for comfort.

“don’t what? don’t do something about your attitude?” he gritted, his hand tightening on your flesh slightly. “you’re the one being a fuckin’ brat and talkin’ back.” you let out a breath you didn’t even know you were holding, feeling the way your body lit up from his words.

matt grinned, feeling the way your body reacted. “you know,” he whispered, starting to push your hips forward until your thighs hit the arm of the couch. your body bent forward, hands coming out under you to catch the fall. “i think that’s what you want isn’t it? acting up just so i’d do somethin’ about it.”

you shook your head. “no..” you mumbled, but the way your body was practically buzzing said a different story. he hummed, splaying a hand on your back and pushing you down farther, making your back arch—ass high up in the air. you gasped when you felt his fingers toy with the hem of your dress, slowly slipping his fingers underneath.

“matt!” you hissed. “they’re outside!—my mom’s—” your words were cut off when matt’s hand came down to strike against your ass, a moan slipping from your lips as the pain blossomed across your skin. “shh keep that pretty mouth shut baby, unless you want them to hear you.” and you couldn’t help the way your body tingled at the thought of someone hearing you—or catching you. you were so out in the open, one good look through the giant glass door and everyone would see what was going on.

you squirmed, your ass wiggling in front of matt—practically teasing him. he groaned, grabbing the fabric of your dress and pushing it past your ass to rest on your hips. his eyes glanced down, seeing the growing wet patch in the center of your panties.

“look at you.” he cooed, bringing his freehand down to ghost along your inner thighs, leaving light taps. “such a wet pussy for someone who said she wasn’t acting up just to be punished.” you could hear the mocking tone in his voice—feel the way his fingers would inch closer and closer to the edge of your panties before slipping away.

you whined, pushing your hips back as your mind began to turn to mush, forgetting about the party just outside those doors. “tsk tsk.” matt clicked his tongue, his hand coming back down again on your ass, your skin reddening. your body jolted at the contact, eyes rolling into the back of your head as you felt your slick flow out of you more.

“such a little whore.” he said, his hand hooking into your panties and dragging them slowly down your thighs, past your knees, until they rested around your ankles. “stay right there yeah? don’t. move.”

and then he spat on your folds—watching as it trailed down your slit. you whimpered, thighs twitching from the sensation alone. his fingers dragged through it, spreading it over your pussy, up and down, slow and messy. “fuck.” he hissed under his breath as he slid two fingers through your folds again, watching the way you clenched around nothing and whined, your back arching deeper.

“gonna fuck you right here baby. y’gonna let me?” he whispered, leaning down to talk against the shell of your ear—his chest flush against your back. “right where anyone could easily see?” you shook your head, but your moan betrayed you the second his fingers circled your entrance.

“mhm thought so.” he grinned, leaning back up and grabbing at your hips. his other hand reached down to tug his sweats down, freeing his cock. he gripped the base, leaning forward to spit, letting it trail down his dick before be gave himself a few pumps. your heart was pounding in your ears, it was so quiet in the house, except for the muffled music coming from outside. your head lifted slightly, looking in the direction of the back door—you could see so many people outside, but their attention wasn’t focused anywhere in the house.

your head turned, looking over your shoulder at matt. and fuck did he look good. with his hand wrapped around his leaking cock—the hem of his shirt pulled up and tuck between his teeth to keep it up. you shuddered, your hips moving back towards him. “matt, please.” you whined softly, the ache between your legs becoming too much now.

matt smirked, moving to line himself up, his other hand still gripping the flesh of your hip. “please what, hm? be a good girl and use your words or you ain’t getting what you want.” he said, pressing forward. you could feel the tip of his cock press inside you before he moved back. you whined again, pressing your face down into the cushion of the couch. “please—please..want you to fuck me.” you whispered, your face reddening in embarrassment.

“mm good girl. that wasn’t so hard was it?” he praised, his hips pushing forward again, dragging his cock along your folds before he pushed inside again—filling you inch by inch. you gasped as he stretched you open, your hands coming out to grab at the cushions below you. “o-oh fuck.” you moaned, your walls clenching down around him.

matt grunted, his head tipping back at the feeling of your cunt swallowing him whole, dragging a filthy curse from his lips as he bottomed out. his fingers dug deep into your hip, holding you in place as he started to move slowly. “so fuckin’ pretty.” he muttered—his head falling back down to look at you. his free hand coming up now to tangle into your hair, tipping your own head back.

his hips began to pick up the pace, the sound of skin slapping against skin echoing throughout the living room along with your moans and his groans. “god—you’d love it if someone walked in right now hm? watching the way your cunt greedily takes my cock.” matt grunted, feeling the way your walls clamped down around his cock. your mouth dropped open, a loud almost pornographic moan coming from your mouth. all you could do was grab at the couch, trying to ground yourself as his tip continued to kiss your g-spot over and over again.

but what either of you didn’t know—is there was someone watching as matt’s hips slammed into your own. watching how he fucked you dumb, loosing all coherent words.

his brother chris. your other stepbrother.

he was outside with everyone else who seemed to be too oblivious and caught up in what they were doing to notice you getting bent over the arm of the couch.

the second he’d come around the corner with a drink in hand and seen you bent over the couch, bare and taking matt deep—he stopped. he hasn’t meant to stop and watch—to get so wrapped up in watching the way you took every inch his brother gave you. the way your face contorted with pleasure every time matt’s cock kissed your cervix.

god he was entranced by how good you looked.

his body was still, heart thudding heavy in his chest as his eyes locked on the sight through the glass. he couldn’t hear you—but he didn’t need to, to know you sounded like a fucking angel.

his breath grew heavier the longer he watched, feeling the way his cock became painfully hard in his pants. he let out a shaky breath, pulling his gaze away from you to look around the yard—no one had noticed still. chris swallowed thickly, his free hand reaching down to adjust himself as his eyes landed back onto your figure.

he watched matt’s hand in your hair, pulling your head back just to make you arch more. your ass jiggling from the force of each thrust of matt’s cock. watched as matt leaned down and whispered something into your ear, making your eyes roll back as your own lips moved to reply. chris didn’t know what it was matt said—but what he did know, is it effected you.

your body began to shake—teeth digging into your bottom lip to stay quiet.

chris knew you were getting close, and god he wanted to stay to watch you cum—but he knew if he didn’t leave now, he’d cum in the next few second just from seeing you. so quickly and quietly—without dragging attention to himself—he slipped away. the image of you burned into his mind.

back inside—your brain was mush. you were chasing your pleasure. matt’s cock hot and thick as he dragged it along your walls. you could feel him pulsing—feel just how close he was to cumming just like you were.

“y’gonna cum baby?” he moaned, fucking his cock deeper into you. “gonna make a mess all over my fucking cock hm? such a messy fucking slut.” his hand in your hair pushed your head down into the cushions.

and that’s what pushes you over the edge.

“pleasepleaseplease—oh my fuck—“ you cried out, your mouth open and drooling against the cushion. you felt your whole body lock up and shake as you came. your walls fluttering around his cock—milking him for all he has. he groaned, his hips faltering for a second before he kept moving, fucking you through your orgasm.

you collapsed against the couch, the only thing holding you up now was matt’s own hands, his hips moving to chase his own high. “gonna fill this pretty pussy up—fuck.” you could tell he was so close, your hips shallowly moving and fucking yourself on his cock despite how tired you were now. “put your panties back on and send you out there with my cum dripping down your thighs.”

his thrusts were getting sloppy now, hips stuttering. you lifted your head and looked over your shoulder at him again, looking at his face. his brows knitted together and his teeth digging into his bottom lip. “c’mon matt—shit—want you to fill me up. please.”

that seemed to be his breaking point.

he groaned loudly, both hands grabbing at the flesh of your hips as he buried himself deep in your cunt—spilling inside you. you could feel each spurt painting your insides white—and how full you felt of him.

his hips moved a few more times before he finally pulled himself out slowly, watching as some of his cum began to leak out of you. he smirked down at you, seeing how you were already beginning to doze off. quickly he began to tuck himself back into his sweats before turning his attention to you.

he reached for your underwear that was around your ankles, slowly sliding them back up your legs and pulling them snugly over your hips to where they belonged. you whined at the feeling, your body shuddering. matt continued to fix your clothing before he reached down and gently pulled you up and into his arms.

he fixed your hair and dress, making sure you looked presentable before even thinking about sending you back out there. the last thing he did was trail his hand down and press his fingers against your now clothed and soaked pussy, making you gasp and grab at his shirt due to how sensitive you were.

“gonna keep my cum right in there yeah?” he whispered, beginning to circle his fingers. you nodded, legs shaking and threatening to give out from under you. he smiled, pulling his fingers away. “good.”

and just then you both heard the door open, your heads whipping in the direction as you both peeled yourselves away from one another, just as your mom stepped inside.

“there you are!” your mom said with a tone of relief like she was looking for you the whole time—she probably wasn’t. her eyes panned over to matt, giving him a small smile before turning her attention back to you. “i see you and matt are finally getting along, that’s good for you guys.”

you nodded, cheeks reddening as you looked at him from the corner of your eye. your mom smiled wide, already beginning to turn away from the both of you.

“come on you two, i need your help with handing out food.” she spoke as she already began to walk towards the kitchen. you and matt both looked at one another, a smirk tugging on his lips as you began to walk. his hand came out and landed a firm smack to your ass.

“get goin’ baby. don’t keep your mom waiting.”

a/n : guys…is this too freaky?

NSFW bf!matt head cannons

authors note: I was wet writing these, now get to reading ! <3

no capitalization intended

<3 bf!matt whos... favorite thing to do to you is finger you till you feel overstimulated

matts fingers curled inside you, moving into you swiftly. he smirked when he saw your face, your eyes were shut, unable to open. matts other hand was circling your clit, abusing it. you were whining him to stop, it was too much.

"m- matt st- stop-"

"c'mon baby I know you can take it"

your juices were covering his arm, and soaking the sides of your thighs. you felt a knot in your stomach and a shift in your breathing. your head was pounding, and your pussy began to pulse around matts soaked fingers.

<3 bf!matt who... calls himself mattthemunch for a reason

you were laying on your back on the edge of the bed staring at matt, who was sucking on your throbbing clit on his knees. your juices were running down his chin, dripping, soaking into his face. his head moved right and left while flicking his tongue through your pussy. your eyes rolled to the back of your head and you yanked on his hair, so hard it hurt him, but that only drove him further. he wanted you to release all over his face, in his mouth, matt wanted your cum down his throat.

<3 bf!matt who... loves to fuck you slow and Intimately with music on

you and matt were in bed, entwined. the light from the TV playing music on it projected the most beautiful lighting, it hit matts jawline and hair just right. your arms and legs were wrapped him, and his hands from under you came in to caress your sides. it was all mindless affection, until you felt a need for him. matts playlist consisted of Mac Miller, Drake, Lil Skies, Malcom Todd, Frank Ocean, and many more. it was a playlist he'd put on while gaming or hanging out with you, you never thought it'd be playing while matts on top of you.

matts veiny cock was balls deep inside of you. he would pump in and out of your sloppy pussy slowly, taking his time, making sure you feel every inch of him. he leaned down and drew kisses all over your neck and shoulder, he wanted to be as close to you as he could. whimpers and low moans would escape from your mouth as his member twitched inside you, you stared into matts enchanted eyes while your bottom lip was stuffed between your teeth. through the sounds leaving your mouth, you could hear ivy by frank ocean playing softly. pleasure shot throughout you two while released all over his throbbing penis. the sight of the white, warm and wet ring left on him let him come crashing down. your mouth flew open as you felt cum shoot through you. your brain was fuzzy, it felt like the music stopped, like time itself stopped.

<3 bf!matt who... stops in empty parking lots because he couldn't keep his eyes on the road

matt was staring at you the whole drive home, or the so much he was able to drive. every red light and stop sign, matts eyes would drift over to you. it didn't take long before he turned the wheel into an empty, poorly lit parking lot. the two of you were scrambling for the button on your jeans, unzipping them and then pulling them down. after your undergarments were off you immediately straddled him, bouncing on his hard cock. your knees were red from all the movement, matts hands covers your ass, forcing you up and down his member. your mouth was right next to his ear, he was flooded with arousal from hearing your mouth rip out load moans.

<3 bf!matt who... teases you under tables in public

you were sitting next to matt at a small, busy dinner. you two were sitting across from nick and chris, but that wouldn't stop matt from keeping his hands off you. you were all in the middle of a captivating conversation, nick was expressing his hatred for a minor inconvenience while doing hand movements and crazy gestures, and you and Chris were red, wheezing, and falling from how hard you were laughing. meanwhile matt was zoned out staring at you, thinking of everything he'd wanna do to you. impulsively, matt brought his hand to your thigh. he warmed your thigh with his hand, tracing circles with his thumb. you didn't think anything of it, since this is normal for matt, until his fingers began to find them selves near your heat. you felt yourself turn red, and your hips squirm. he brought two fingers onto your clit, rubbing it through your clothes. your thighs clenched and a pool formed in your panties, and a smile formed on matts face when he found out. he loved being able to hold this power above you, he loved how his touch got you so worked up.

<3 bf!matt who... will do anything to make your cramps go away

you were straddled on matt, moving your hips back and forth with glossy eyes. your head was in his neck with his hand rubbing your back softly for comfort. you've always have gotten bad cramps on your period, but it was different this time. whimpers and sniffling was all matt could hear, he felt horrible. he really wished he could do more, he just wanted to end your pain. you found yourself dry humping him for pleasure. even through layers of clothes, you adored the feeling. you choked out words, trying your best not to break down.

"i- it hurts so b- bad matt"

"I know sweetheart, just relax f'me"

<3 bf!matt who... has a finger sucking kink

matt was pounding into your wet and sloppy pussy. your legs were digging into his hips, and your fingers clutched onto the bed sheets for support. you eyebrows were glued together and your mind was all fuzzy, your mouth was wide open, producing loud, pornagraphic moans. matt placed a hand to the right of your head and shoved the other hand in your mouth. you immediately shut your mouth when you felt his index and middle finger roam, and explore your mouth. he brushed his fingers throughout your teeth, cheeks, and the roof of your mouth. it turned him on so much, being able to control your volume. he loved how he can make you scream and beg, and then zip your lip to only let out whimpers. feeling your soft lips around his fingers drove him to insanity. feeling your spit coat his fingers as he wet further down your throat, making you gag brought him to his breaking point.

<3 bf!matt who... loves getting choked

matt was a dom, until it came to getting pinned under you. the room was poorly lit, and the two of you were practically glued to the bed. your hips were grinding back and forth while you stared into matts fucked out eyes. he was clenching his muscles, fingers gripping onto the bed sheets. pathetic. matt was acting pathetic, the way he was admiring you, obeying to your every word, and fully letting your dominate him. his hair was sticking to his forehead, his mouth was wide open, releasing little whimpers and moans without any guilt. his cock twitched inside you when you latched your fingers around his neck. you could see in his face, and you could feel it, he loved being your little toy. you gripped his neck tighter, feeling him swallow spit and his adams apple bob up and down. you released your harness, seeing a red hand print. you moved your hand to his hand, letting your fingers get lost in his messy brown locks.

<3 bf!matt who... enjoys his quiet time

you were sitting naked on matts lap, bitting you lip to not let out a noise. he was knuckles deep fingering your pussy. although matt was still fully dressed, he wanted to make you feel good. his left hand was circling your clit, while his left was shoving curled fingers in and out your pussy. he loved loud sex, pounding into you, hearing your screams, he wants everyone to know how good he makes you feel. but once in a while he enjoys nothing more than being curled up with his favorite girl, pleasing you as best as he could. he'd use his fingers, tounge, even toys to see that look on your face. your hands grip onto your tits, toying with your hardened, sensitive nipples. you're sitting there watching him work while he gives you little praises, the rooms never felt more comfortable. the only noise in the room his fingers driving through your wet pussy, and the occasional moan.

<3 bf!matt who... likes getting his balls played with

your glistening lips were puckered around matts big red tip with your right hand was pumping his hard cock. your left hand was kneading his balls, your fingers were working on his balls while you began to flick your tounge on his tip. you could feel how close he was, his balls were full of cum, you needed down your throat, you were aching for it to cover your mouth. you moved both your hands to pump his member up and down, focusing on placing pressure around his base. your plump lips latched onto his left ball, you swallowed it, your tounge lapping his soft skin. you sucked, putting on some tension. each time a hand comes up to his tip you swip your thumb around his slit, begging for his cum. you drooled, and let your spit drip all on his balls, coating them in your wet saliva.

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