NAUGHTY OR NICE ❄ -m.s, c.s

part two here

pairing: dom bf!matt x sub!reader, dom!chris x reader

summary: when your boyfriend matt decides that a vibrator at dinner with his brothers is a good punishment for your attitude, you don't expect to end up being teased by someone other than him.

warnings: vibrator, semi-public, cheating!reader, fingering, dirty talk, humiliation, orgasm denial.

word count: 3,598

"pink" + reader speaking, "blue" = matt speaking, "orange" = chris speaking.

matt and you are supposed to meet his brothers for dinner in about a half an hour. swiping gloss across your lips, you watch through the mirror at matt idly pacing around behind you. he's picking up random things, checking himself in the mirror. your used to it, he's typically like this before going out anywhere. you close up your gloss, tossing it down onto your vanity with an exaggerated sigh.

with that matt looks over at you, annoyance already on his features "what now?", his tone is soft but still holds irritation. all damn day everything's been a problem for you. and when something upsets you, it somehow becomes a him problem too.

you give him a bit of a side eye in the mirror, a slight eye roll to follow "nothin', jeez." you respond passively, getting up to go grab your purse and matt continues watching you with a dissaproving look. "there a problem?" you add with a raise of your brow. matt shrugs "you gonna be like this all night?" he asks, slightly amused but also a little over the attitude you've been throwing at him today. he watches your pretty eyes when you look back at him "i'm not being like anything." you defend. directly after your defence, you bend down to pickup your purse and hear matt sigh with a "that's it".

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the drive there, all you could do was wait. wait to see when he'd chose to torture you. the silicone of the vibrator was tightly fit between your panties and your (already embarrassingly wet) pussy, specifically nudging your clit too close for comfort.

when you matt pulled into the parking lot of the restaurant you, him and his brothers were gonna be meeting at for dinner, he refused to acknowledge your anxious glances toward him any time he'd open his phone. every tap of his fingers against the screen had you anticipating the buzzing against your clit, but thus far he hasn't done it hasn't come.

entering the restaurant, you were in awe of the gorgeous christmas decor of green and red around the restauraunt. cinnamon sticks in a little bowl with bows around them on the front desk, a green tree off near the hall to the washrooms, chandelier with lights. it's gorgeous.

you were both lead to your table where nick and chris were already sat laughing and talking. there wasn't much greeting to be done, you just kind of took a seat across from them with matt next to you and hopped into conversation smoothly with your boyfriends brothers.

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the food was amazing, everyone having a great time. chris and nick are your bestfriends by natural selection of matt being your boyfriend so you've grown to be comfy around them.

not this comfy though.

it was still in the back of your mind that matt was more than capable of turning the toy on whenever the hell he pleased but till now, you'd done a good job just trying to enjoy dinner and forget about it.

currently you're mid conversation with chris, giggling at something stupid he said when abruptly, you go silent. the buzz that comes to your clit is low, gentle. but it's still beyond distracting. you can't help how your eyes grow wide for a moment as you swallow thickly. fucking matt.

chris catches your sudden change of expression and mood. he makes a funny confused face in response to your expression, breathily laughing "what?" in question. now chris is thinking maybe he'd said something outlandish and not realized it.

chris catching the change in your mood only makes your stomach drop further. you deadstare your boyfriend's youngest brother, zoned out in embarassment, feeling clueless on how to respond when there's a god damn vibrator on you in public. but your strange behaviour was cut short by matt's slender ring clad fingers giving a squeeze to your knee. quickly taking the hint, you smile with a soft laugh "oh i just remembered last week when that lady refused to give nick his order cause she thought he was lying about it being his" your almost proud of yourself for thinking of something so fast.

chris seems to believe it, responding with a small "hm". however despite his smile and nod, chris has this slightly intense stare, different from his usually childish and playful demeanour. you assume your paranoid because how would chris know something was up?

"omg and then she did the same thing to that poor girl!" nick's voice breaks your curiosity of chris's stare. your sure you can handle this for a little, just a light buzz. but quite abruptly the buzzing intensifies. you grab at matt's hand, nails digging against the back of his palm as you force yourself to respond to nick with a short and shaky "yeah." it only eggs matt on though, he thinks your reactions are adorably pathetic.


before nick can even really notice how shaky your voice was, the waiter approached the table to ask if anyone needed anything. you leave nick and chris to speak to the waiter, taking the chance to look at your boyfriend with a look that shows your embarassment and irriation. in response you just get a sickeningly sweet smile, one that causes you to shut your legs together, frustration and arousal driving you udderly insane.

before your knee's can even touch he pinches your thigh, his smile dropping slightly in warning. "fuck you" you mouth to him stupidly. matt gives a playful pout, forcibly pulling your leg so that you spread em', preventing you from any relief outside of what he chooses to provide you through the toy. "you really gonna act like that when santa's coming to town?" he jokes quietly, almost laughing at his own dumbass joke but instead his mouth just turns up in a slight smile, then you watch him take a quick glance at his phone.

holy fuck. you nearly fold over at the leg tremling, panty wettingly intense buzz that he suddenly inflicts on your clit. your acrylics immedietly digging into his hand again, you look over and catch his amused and adoring glance to you. that evil bastard fucking loves this. it's a bit of a power trip for him to watch you squirming in your seat, all angry at him.

matt's gaze was doing nothing to help, merely mocking you. in a desperate attempt to not give anything away, your teeth caught your lip with a gasp before any other lewd noise could escape. you shift your hips uncomfortably as your eyes leave matt's to see if his brothers are paying any mind to you two.

you felt relief at nick's typical yapping, he was clearly clueless to your situation.

but then your eyes meet chris's.

he's clenching his jaw slightly with an unreadable but intense look in his eyes. what's his problem? well, apparently your body doesn't care what his glare is for, because it's enough for your poor neglected cunt to start to clench around nothing besides the pooling liquid dripping into your panties.

you let out a shaky breath that's just shy of a whine. lucky for you it's loud as hell in the restaurant. you mentally curse yourself for letting something as simple as a look from your boyfriends brother get you worked up. then again, what won't get you hornier with that god forsaken buzzing that has you struggling to sit still? you're about to resort to distracting yourself with nick's yapping when the buzzing abruptly cuts short.

you almost let out a sigh of relief. finally a break.

then your jaw drops and your knee jumps up and hits under the table. you didn't even know this vibrator could be this strong.. but as matt tortorously turns it to the highest setting, you can't stop the small whine from slipping your throat.

in panic you look between the three boys.

nick is somehow still oblivious, thank god.
matt's too busy pretending like he isn't literally getting you off infront of his brothers as he picks at his food.
chris is also presumably distracted with his meal, though he shoots you a questioning glance when your eyes pass over him.

clearing your throat, you quickly stand up, announcing that you have to go to the bathroom. you rush right off before anyone can say anything.

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before you can even close the bathroom door you hear a ding from your phone. taking a second, you take a deep breath and squeeze your thighs together with a soft whine, eyes shutting as you dig your phone from your purse.

[ imessage from: matt <3]

-if you turn it off , touch yourself or cum then you're in trouble sweetheart.

pathetically so, just reading his threatening text has your knee's weak. you lean one hand forward onto the counter, your thighs clenching tighter together.

[message to: matt <3]

-please it's too much. chris and nick are gonna find out if i come back out there like this

[message from: matt <3]

-behave or i'll make you cum infront of both of them istg

the lewd image of being forced into an orgasm infront of chris at the dinner table creates both a humiliating and pleasurable ache in your stomach. trying to force the thought away hardly worked, already dripping at the thought.

you have to compose yourself. that thought must only be arousing because your so desperate right?.. right.

you look yourself in the mirror, passing off your glossy eyes as you breathe in deeply. you reach your hand beneath your dress to pull your panties down just a little so the vibrator isn't so tightly pressed against you. insantly you sigh in relief at the severly lessened stimulation. straightening yourself out, mentally you prep yourself to get back to the group, opening the bathroom door with the best poker face you can put on.

instantly you're met with two hands roughly shoving you back inside the washroom, the door being locked instantly.

"what the hell are you two up to?"

you swear you experience whiplash at the complete shock as you look up at chris with confusion. chris is staring right back down at you with an almost proud but soft little smile on his face.
"hello?" he gives a gentle tap to your arm to urge you to talk. you just shake your head, feeling bewildered "nothing?" you don't even sound sure of yourself when your respond.

chris tilts his head to give you a stare of annoyance at the blatant lie. little did you know that chris had figured you two out much much earlier. his voice comes more accusatory than he intends "you think i'm stupid?" he asks.

you stare up at chris, trying to look irritated at his intrusion into the bathroom but honestly your eyes are that of a lost puppy as the buzzing in your underwear is still growing the ache in your stomach. your legs are squeezing as you struggle to not completely lose it. "and?" you try to seem unphased but there's a shake to your tone.

"and-" he begins in a mocking tone "i know matt doesn't have some fucking vibrator app for himself." he finishes with a cocky yet still adoringly soft look as he watched the panic in your eyes. chris doesn't want to scare you away so his hand starts at your shoulder, thumb gently stroking your shoulder to soothe the panic that's coming with your brain completely short circuiting.

you want to ask how he knows that but chris steps a little closer and you back against the sink counter, both slightly intimidated as well as just udderly so confused you can't really think properly. chris's voice break's into your frozen state "you guys have some freaky thing for getting off in public?" he questions you.

"what? no that's-"

chris doesn't quite seem 100 percent sure of himself, almost like he's slightly scared that you'll just think he's a complete weirdo so he keeps his movements slow and his voice stays on the softer side as he speaks to you "you got yourslef in trouble or something then?" he asks tauntingly. his eyes glitter with amusement when he watches you freeze up. looking around, your mouth opens again and again like you wanna argue or deny it but instead you just scoff in disbelief, your eyes rolling at his audacity.

that was enough of an answer for him. he lets out a small hum in acknowledgement, like he's amused by you being punished by his brother. his hand slowly slides down from your arm to the bottom hem of your dress. you find yourself unable to do anything but follow his movement with your eyes, a small breathy whine leaving as the buzzing in your panties continues to make this all the more arousing.

"getting off with your boyfriends brother less than a foot away at dinner is kind fucked up not gonna lie." as chris speaks he uses his other hand to pull the fabric of your dress at the waist, tugging it up a little until you're just barely covered below the waist. his thumb slips beneath the material to rub gentle circles on your thigh "this okay? you tell me to stop and i'll leave n' pretend like this never happened, i promise." his eyes give a comfortingly concerned look, his hand freezing momentarily.

you severly hesitate, a shaky breath leaving your lips, feeling the slick spreading all across your pussy, panties and upper thigh from the nonstop vibrations on your sensitibe bud, now combined with chris's teasing. this is all too much at once. you're starting to feel lightheaded, not knowing how much longer you can hold off either crying or cumming right here on the spot. "matt would mm- hate me chris" you worry verbally to the youngest triplet. chris just shakes his head, chosing to lighten the mood with a joke as per usual "don't worry about him right now. you gonna be naughty or nice for me? cause santa doesn't have to be the only thing coming if you'll let me touch you." there's a shit eating grin on his lips now as he slips his hand just a litter further under your dress.

under other circumstances you would've laughed at his terrible joke. instead you meet his eyes, a suble smile on your face. you know you need to make a decision. guilt bubbles in your stomach, as well as the need to cum. your arousal speaking before you can, you blurt out a "please" your eyes begging chris right along with your words.

chris instantly smirks, stepping closer till there's nearly no more of your space for him to invade "so polite." he teases, his knuckles softly brushing up her thigh till he reaches her panties, where he pauses, his knuckles brushing along the fabric to feel the vicious buzzing. experimentally he uses two fingers to press it up against her clit just a little closer.

your hands both come behind you to grip at the counter top as your legs twitch, unable to hold off your physical reaction to the torture anymore. "ah-" you cry gently as one hand comes off the counter to grip at his arm, not to stop him but for some kind of support.

chris tuts at you "poor thing, bet he's been neglecting you all night" chris says, more so to himself as he shakes his head in genuine dissapointment of his brothers teasing tactics. then in a swift motion, his finger hooks around the front of your panties and tugs them down to your thighs. finally, the vibrator comes off of you. chris's eyes lock on yours for affirmation to continue and he finds your eyes pleading with him already.

you have the sudden thought.. why hasn't matt come to check on you at this point? or texted? your thoughts are quickly are ripped from your head when the buzzing returns once more, chris placing his palm over the vibrator, pressing it right onto your poor swollen clit again.

a strangled moan is forced loudly from your lips at the overstimulating feeling coming back all at once, your back arches off the counter as you look down, shaking your head. "chris no wait- fuckk, i'm gonna cum" you beg for him to stop, but not because you don't want to. for some reason your willing to sleep with matt's brother but you draw the line at cumming without his permission?? pussy.

chris watches as your hips squirm back against the counter, your face scrunched up like you can't take it. he raises an eyebrow at your panic and he subtly smiles, too sweet for the situation your both in. "so?" he urges an explanation with confusion and amusement at your struggle.

you look away from him, nails digging into his arm as embarassment eats you alive at your reason why. chris is having none of it though. he leans down to force you to meet his gaze in demand of an answer. a whine slips when you go to speak, but you manage nonetheless. "not allowed." you state, your eyes finally meeting chris's again.

he's enthralled by your obedience to matt's 'rules' and the guilty little look in your eyes. chris sighs, shaking his head as he brings his free hand to gently cup the side of your face "well i say you are, so go ahead." he says like this is completely normal.

before you can even consider responding, two of his fingers shove into your fluttering hole, his palm still pressing the toy to your clit. you cry out at the attention to your poor pussy that you've been craving all night, hips pushing off the counter to chase chris's hand. whines and choked sobs leave your lips.

chris taps the underside of your jaw "someone's gonna hear ya" he points out with a warning look, then his fingers curl up into your walls to force another response from you. and oh does it ever. you lean your head forwards into his chest with a desperate whine that makes chris's jeans grow a little tighter on him.

he gently cradles the back of your head with his large hand as he talks you through it "oh i knoww." he says with a mocking tone to his voice, a devilish smirk on his face that you can't see as he holds your face into the chest of his hoodie to muffle your cries of pleasure.

"g- gonna fucking- oh god chris" your brain is so far from working as he fucks his fingers into you, alternating between curling them at the perfect spot inside and then thrusting them quickly. the sound of you saying his name is enough to have his dick fighting against his pants. he wants nothing more than to stuff you full of him but this isn't about him, the only thing he needs right now is to watch you hold onto him pathetically whilst crying his name for more.

with the hand cradling your head, his fingers gently massage your scalp. the soothing nature is a vile contrast to the way his other hand completely ruins you. this only furthers the haze of euphoria your in, whining desperately as you clutch onto chris for life. if it weren't for him and the counter you'd be a puddle on the floor and chris knows it as he feels your walls squeezing in desperation for release. he knows that's his cue.

you experience the most horrible whiplash as within a second, chris's hand comes out from under your dress, the vibrator with it and all your left with is your cum dripping out of your fluttering hole.

instantly your head lifts off chris's chest. you watch up at him with pleading eyes "chris." you hate how you sound begging for his attention back.

the hand not holding your now turned off, soaked vibrator, is soothing your hair out. he holds the vibrator up to your mouth, tapping it onto your pouted lips. shamefully you open your mouth, allowing him to urge the toy inside for you to clean it of your own mess.

chris's eyes glimmer with satisfaction as he watches your gaze, eager to please him in favour of needing to cum. which is why you nearly wanna cry when he removes his other hand from your hair and brings it down to pull your panties back up, slipping the now completely still vibrator back into the fabric.

"i'm sorry pretty, but the only thing i want more than to watch you cum is to know you'll be left on edge all night thinking about me instead of him" chris states with a grin, giving a frustratingly casual pat to your shoulder before unlocking the door and opening it to leave. you're about to pull him back and cuss him the fuck out when suddenly you see your boyfriend leaning on the wall right outside the door, shaking his head at you as chris walks passed him with a cocky smirk. it all sets in and you feel more embarassed than you ever have in your life. they fucking planned it. matt let chris come fingerfuck you like some slut.

"you're un-fucking-believable." matt states, although not seeming as mad as he should. you have no choice in the matter as he grabs you arm and begins both of your journey to the car.

you fell right into their trap.

.....someone's getting coal this christmas.

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BOAF? BOAF.

Capital B, Capital O, Capital A, Capital F

Chratt x Reader

a/n: this is for my chratt girlies!!! This took me SO LONG

c/w: smut, eating out, kissing blah blah blah, no p in v (for now heehee)

wc: 2k

He pulls away again, turning back to the screen. Your mouth opens and closes like a fish’s. “Matt!”

“Hm?” He doesn’t look away from the TV. “Can I help you?”

“Kiss me properly!”

“No,” he says flatly. “Watch the movie.”

You gape at him, then turn to Chris, who’s started twirling a strand of your hair between his fingers. “Kiss me,” you order.

He rolls his eyes. “For God’s sake. Relax, already. You’re so wound up all the time.” He scoops you further into his side. “Cuddle with us.” You pinch him in the ribs so hard he hisses. “What was that for?!”

“Teasing me. Either fuck me or don’t, but don’t drag it out like this.”
He gives you a fond look. “Why? Want to get it over with?”

“Well, no, but—”

“Sex isn’t an item you can check off on a to-do list,” he reminds you. “Look at you. You’re all clenched up. There’s no point trying to get you off when you’re like this.” He squeezes your thigh.
You wriggle in his grasp. “But—”

“That’s what I thought.” He turns up the volume on the TV. “Watch the movie.”
You don’t have much choice, so you turn back to the screen.

Ten minutes pass, but each second feels like it lasts forever. You can’t relax. Both men press closer to you, squeezing you in on both sides. Chris drops a hand onto your thigh, and Matt drapes an arm around your shoulder. Every so often, they’ll lean over you to make some comment to each other, trapping you even more tightly in a cage. And you just sit there, silently getting hotter and hotter as you breathe in the scents of them mixing.

It doesn’t take long for Chris’s hand to start climbing your thigh. Tingles slide over your skin at his touch, and your sex throbs almost painfully as his fingertips brush the hem of your shorts. You let your eyes flutter closed, melting into the couch as the boys’ hands rove over you, setting you alight.

Eventually, right when you think you might just pass out, Chris leans in and brushes his lips against your throat. You gasp out loud. Matt laughs softly, trailing a kiss down the side of your cheek. You arch under their kisses. Their mouths are wet and warm, touching you all over: your neck, your collarbone, your ears.

It’s overwhelming. This is like one of your wet dreams come to life. Matt presses closer, flicking his tongue over your pulse, and you can’t help the moan that falls out of your mouth as heat rushes through you. Both men immediately tense, dragging in a breath. All of a sudden, out of nowhere, Chris bends his head down and buries his face into your chest.

Heat shocks through you. Your back arches as an ugly gurgle falls out of your mouth. Chris was right; the last half an hour of steady torture has made every touch so much better. You're so sensitive that when Chris starts mouthing at the neckline of your shirt, pressing kisses along your cleavage, you can hardly breathe.

“Oh, God,” you gasp. “Jesus.”

Matt leans forward, brushing his lips over your clavicle. “You sure this is what you want?” He murmurs, tucking back your hair.

“It’s so hot,” you practically moan, and they both laugh.

“Alright,” Chris says. “I think she’s warm enough. Let’s not kill her.” He reaches over and slips his finger under the collar of your tank top. “Off,” he says in a low voice.

You see his Adam's apple bob as he swallows. Chris leans forward, his eyes fixed on your chest.

“What do you want, baby? This is your fantasy. What happens next?”
Immediately, an image bursts into your head. You lying in bed with Matt and Chris’s mouths all over you. Your stomach knots.

“What is it?” Matt says quietly, reading your face. You open your mouth, but the words stop in your throat. These men are your friends. You can’t just… demand that they eat you out. Even if they are offering.

God, why did you think this was a good idea, again?
The guys exchange a look, then shuffle closer to you on either side.

“It’s okay,” Chris says in your ear. He slides a hand down your bare back, his fingertips roughing slightly down your spine.

“You don’t have to be careful with me and Matt. You don’t have to worry about doing or saying the wrong thing. We won’t judge you. You can have exactly what you want. But you’ve got to tell us what that is, baby.” His heavy hand lands on your thighs, and your legs part automatically.

“I—”

“You want our fingers?” Matt asks on your other side, his breath ghosting over your skin.

You set your jaw. “Your mouths.”

Matt’s pupils bloom in the low light. “Thank God,” he mutters, leaning forward. You expect him to kiss you, but he just presses our foreheads together for a second, before pulling back and standing.

“Wanna suck your tits,” Chris mumbles into your skin. Your mouth falls open with a gasp. You nod, and he drags you sideways into his lap, starting to kiss down your front. You run your fingers through his long hair, tugging his face closer into your chest. Fire burns in you as his lips brush lightly over your skin, fluttering over your breasts as he kisses his way across your cleavage.

When his hot lips close over your nipple, You jolt in his arms, your breath choking in your throat. You never even thought your breasts were that sensitive — but as he roughs his tongue over the hardening bud, licking it to a wet, aching peak, you realize they most definitely are. He looks up at you through his lashes, making a low grumble of approval as your head falls back against the sofa cushions.

“Oh,” you say before you can stop yourself. “Oh, God.”

He groans. “Yes,” he says. “Noises. Make noises.” You're so distracted by his mouth on your chest, that you barely even notice Matt sliding to his knees in front of the couch.

“Turn her,” Matt orders. Chris obediently spins you on his lap, so your back is against his chest. Kneeling in front of you, Matt’s big hands spread on both of your bare thighs, gently pulling your legs apart. He leans forward and kisses the crook of your knee softly.

“Oh.” You can’t help the moan that falls out of you. Matt’s eyes dip. He kisses you again, a little higher, pressing his lips in a hot, soft path up the inside of your thigh. When he finally reaches your underwear, he closes his eyes and buries his face between your legs. You gasp as his nose presses into the sodden lace of your panties.

Then he starts to lick you.

You shake in Chris’s arms as Matt’s tongue slides over your pants, roughing the dark red lace over your core, wetting the fabric until it’s darkened to almost black. He’s kissing you hard, teasing you through the cloth. You hiss, arching in Chris’s firm grip. It’s too much sensation, and not enough at the same time. You don’t want the barrier between us; You’re aching to feel the soft warmth and wetness of his tongue.

“Off,” You order. “God. Take them off.” Chris slips a hand under you, lifting you slightly off the couch. Matt tugs off the scrap of lace, then pushes your knees apart again, and… stares. You squirm.

“Is she pretty?” Chris asks, like a total prat. “All pretty and wet?”
You elbow him in the ribs, blushing hard as Matt nods slowly.

“Gorgeous,” he mutters, reaching up to grab your hips. His eyes flick to mine. “Let me take care of you,” he says softly.

You swallow and nod. Matt gives you a tiny smile, sparking warmth deep in your belly. Then, finally, finally, he brings his mouth to your sex. You gasp, shaking all over as his tongue strokes smoothly between your slick, hot lower lips.

You pull your legs even further apart, wanting more, and he starts to suck on your folds one by one, gently tugging them into his mouth. His movements are slow and tender, but he may as well be setting you on fire. When his tongue dips into your entrance, You can’t stop your hips jerking against his face.

At the same time, Chris pulls you closer against his chest, his hands smoothing your skin. He kisses you everywhere; on your throat, your earlobe, the nape of your neck. Soon, you're making noises. Soft little pants and whines as his hands rove over your body. You clamp your mouth shut, embarrassed. You don’t whine, for god’s sake.

“No. Stop holding back,” Chris orders.

“I’m no–”

“You are.” He bends and scrapes his teeth over your throat. You feel wetness pool down below, trickling between your lower lips, making Matt groan and push forward. You tremble, trapped between them.

“Let go. I wanna hear noises.” Then, before you can reply, Chris seals the deal by getting your earlobe in his mouth and sucking it between his teeth. You couldn’t hold in your sudden gasp if you tried.

“Good girl,” Chris practically purrs, licking a hot line up the shell of your ear. “Take your time with her, Matt. I’m enjoying this.”

Matt doesn’t answer, fluttering his tongue around your entrance, then slipping it inside you, his mouth hot and firm. You squirm over his lips as need starts to build up in you. It’s more than hunger. It’s an ache. When you're by yourself, you don’t tease yourself like this. If you were alone, you would’ve gotten yourself off by now, and already moved on. You wriggle, trying to rub harder into Matt’s mouth, and he groans, his veiny hand coming up to wrap around your thigh.

“That’s right,” Chris says in your ear, his thumb swirling over your breasts. “Bury him, babe. He’s loving this.” Matt roughs his tongue against you harder, and a half-sob falls out of your mouth as you grind yourself over him faster, rocking over his face.

“Please, Matt.” He shivers as you say his name. Your hands sift through his dark hair, tugging at the strands, and he growls into you, flicking his tongue over your sensitive nub. Your muscles suddenly spasm. Your lungs tighten. You gasp, gulping for breath, writhing over Matt’s mouth. He moans into you. “Matt… Oh, oh God.”

“You like that, don’t you, honey“?” Chris rumbles at your side. “You going to come in his mouth for him? See, we know you, sweetheart. We can take care of you better than any of those other guys."

You can feel the pressure inside you building steadily, reaching a boiling, burning fever pitch. You feel like you’re about to split out of your skin.

“Please don’t stop,” You say, terrified that he’ll pull away at the last minute and I’ll lose this. You can’t stop your back from arching, or your toes from curling. You feel like a spring getting steadily wound up.

Matt doesn’t stop. He pushes forward and just eats you out harder, roughing his tongue over you again and again, as Chris tightens his arms around you, holding you in place.

Your steady gasps turn into a cry as your release suddenly hits you, like a star bursting in your chest. Your eyes fly wide open, and you cling to Matt’s shoulders, gasping as he licks you through it, groaning into you. Chris holds you tight, kissing up and down your throat as you shudder between the men.

Eventually, the pangs of pleasure dissolve away, and you slump back against Chris’s chest, trying to catch your breath. You're shaking and damp with sweat.
You feel vulnerable. Peeled open.

You stare down at Matt wide-eyed, breathing hard. What we just did feels like the most intimate moment of your life, and you're still reeling from it. Matt looks back up at you, his face wet, his dark eyes burning into mine.

He looks so hot that you can’t stop yourself from kissing him again. You can taste yourself on him, hot and sharp, and for some reason, that just turns you on even more. You slide off the couch and into his lap, rubbing your chest up against his, frustrated that he’s still wearing a shirt. He just gathers you even closer, kissing you back with so much passion that you feel like you're being set on fire.

“Thank you,” you say between kisses. Chris stands up.

“I think it’s my turn don’t you?”

uhhhhhhhhh idk mann i think i like this

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Oh! So he does use all 4 fingers!!

keep quiet - c. sturniolo

࣪˖ ִ⭑ ࣪ warning : choking, smut with absolutely zero plot

"Oh fuck-"

The bed creaked beneath the both of you, the headboard muffled at least by a pillow put behind it, thankfully, your idea, all whilst Chris plowed into your sweet cunt, not surprisingly, his idea.

Your legs were wrapped around his waist, dangling off his hips as each thrust caused them to bounce just a bit, your toes curling at each glorious angle he took at your core, his cock sliding in and out of your sopping, messy hole, making filthy noises mix with your muffled moans.

"Shhh baby, I know you love this cock, but you gotta keep it down.." He cooed teasingly as he looked down at you, his brunet curls hanging down near his eyes as he did, his eyes full of hunger and his mouth turned up in a grin, as if it was fun for him to be fucking his girlfriend just a few doors down from where his brothers were.

Yeah, you guys would never live it down if Nick and Matt heard... but you just couldn't help yourselves.

You two had been trying to watch a movie together in his room, not wanting to interrupt Nick with his show in the living room, but of course, it's never just a movie with you two. Hey, keyword; Trying. Well, needless to say, glances at one another whilst cuddled up together lead to wandering hands, then lips, then shared breaths and moving bodies, and soon, Chris was stifling a groan whilst slipping into your tight heat.

"Chrisss.." You whined behind your own hand, panting harshly against it as your teeth dug into your palm, trying your damn hardest to keep quiet, but it just felt so fucking good.

"It feel that good ma?" He teased in a whispered tone, slowing down his thrusts just a bit to roll his hips just right to make you go crazy, a stifled groan leaving him at how you clenched around him out of pleasure. "Jesus- fuck- this pussy's fuckin' amazing, baby-" He panted, giving a slow, deep thrust that had both of you nearly rolling your eyes back.

He started picking back up, his thrusts quickening once more as the two of you rocked the bed, the pleasure twisting your stomach in delicious ways, fire burning deep within you as your nails dragged lines down his back, pulling a groaned whine from his lips.

"Chris- Fuck- Mm!" You whined, your noises getting louder than they should've, your hand slipping from covering your mouth in the heat of the pleasurable moment, getting lost in your foggy, fuzzy mind with each thrust he gave. "Don't- Don't stop- Please, Chris- Oh God-"

Suddenly, your words were cut off, your eyes widening as you felt pressure around your throat, realizing that Chris held his hand around it, looking down at you with dark, lustful eyes. A gasp left your kiss-swollen lips in an attempt to speak, but that was it, nothing but whines and gasps of what was meant to be your voice.

"I told you to be quiet, ma," Chris panted, a strangled groan leaving his throat at how fucked out you looked, your pretty eyes looking up at him like a needy puppy, parted lips nearly glistening with drool, edges of your hair sticking to your forehead from the sweat.

"Guess I gotta take it into my own hands, too drunk on my cock to understand, right?" He teased, a choked whimper leaving you as the only form of an answer you could give, making him breathlessly chuckle. "Yeah, 'm fuckin' right, baby."

The tips of his fingers pressed just right against the sides of your neck, making you take in a sharp breath that hardly went through. Fuzz rimmed your eyes as your mouth fell open, gasped noises coming out that were meant to be words, only choked out moans mixing in with the creak of the bed.

Time and reason molded together, your eyes blurring in vision as one of your hands gripped his forearm, your nails digging into his skin as you felt that knot in your stomach pull tighter and tighter, gasped noises leaving your lips as Chris pressed his forehead to yours, his pants and words starting to muffle in your ears.

"That's it, mama, come on this dick," He panted, his voice a near whine as his hips jerked a bit sporadically, so close to reaching his peak too from just looking at you, his other hand gripping the sheets so hard, his knuckles turned white. "C'mon baby, c'mon-"

Snap.

You felt your vision go practically white as your body shook, eyes rolling back as your back arched from the bed, spasming around Chris's cock as you felt your orgasm practically wash over you in tidal waves. You hardly even realized he'd let go of your throat as you were slack-jawed in a silent scream, noises finally leaving your mouth as you gasped for air.

"Oh God!-" Your hand slapped over your mouth in a weak attempt to hide the words, feeling as Chris's hips stuttered before he released spurts of thick, warm cum inside you, coating your walls as he fucked his seed into you, your head thrown back in pure bliss.

"Shit shit shit- Fuuuuck-" He panted, his lips against the column of your throat as his hips gave a few more reluctant thrusts, before he huffed out a breath and finally stopped, his body practically shaking as he panted with you, your hand finally falling from your mouth.

"Holy... shit.." He breathlessly said between pants against your neck, the two of you a sweaty, tangled mess of limps now as you both came down from your highs.

Your senses returned to you slowly as you breathed, vision and hearing coming back, though you missed that pressure around your throat without Chris's hand there anymore. Fuck, you guys had to do that more...

As Chris moved his lips up to your cheek, you could feel his grin against your skin before he even chuckled, a raspy little breathless "what..?" leaving your lips.

"You're droolin', ma." He cheesed against your cheek, pressing little pecs there in between chuckles as you tried to turn your head away and weakly shoved at his shoulder, your voice still breathy as you scolded him with a smile and rosy cheeks.

"Shut up"

a/n: first time posting a writing, hope you guys like it :3 inbox is open for requests.ᐟ

dividers → @cafekitsune

𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐃𝐘 — 𝐂.𝐒.

Synopsis: Chris can't fuck you in his balloon-filled room, but he needs you so bad.

Warnings: Smut, BIG DICK CHRIS, raw p n v, sucking fingers, GETTING CAUGHT, creampie, BULGE KINK.

With love and big tits, Rose

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Loud squelches echo through the living room. Chris is between your legs, pounding into you as you lay on the couch. 

“Fuck—shut up, baby. Bein’ too damn loud,” he husks, the grip he has on your legs getting tighter. 

The position you're in is unbearably good. Every inch of his length is buried inside your dripping heat, your stomach bulging while he continues to drill himself into you. 

“-’m sorry, I—,” the words are muffled as he places a hand over your mouth. Your eyes roll into the back of your head as you feel his tip graze that spot—the spot that made it impossible to do anything but scream in pleasure. 

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thinking about chris, the cutest sweetest patootie ever created, laying in bed beside his girlfriend who's folded in half to make her period cramps go away, so chris just cradles her to his chest, hugging her while holding a heated pad to her stomach. "'m sorry, peach, it's gonna go away soon, I promise." :(((