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FRAT!CHRIS AND BIRDIE!READER
frat!chris •unapologetically an asshole. a smirk that says he knows something you don't (he doesn't, he's just high). He doesn't yell because he thinks raising his voice is “doing to much”. Instead, he speaks in a low, terrifyingly calm voice that annoys the fuck out of birdie. "I saw you laughing at that guy's joke. It was embarrassing. For you, not him. Don't do it again”. "i bought your favorite snacks. not because i care, they were just on sale and i knew you’d whine if i didn't have them”.
birdie!reader • Chris is being a dick, she’s being a bitch right back. usually with a drink in one hand and a vape in the other. claims to hate Chris’s ego but secretly feeds it.loves the rush of their toxic back andforth. will purposely mention a "cute guy" in her psych class just to watch Chris's jaw clench. "stop double texting me. it’s embarrassing. i’ll reply when i’m bored enough to talk to you”. "chris. chris. christopher. i want those sour strips. the ones in the blue bag. if you don't bring them i’m going to cry and it’ll be your fault for ruining the vibe."
(reader does NOT have faceclaim.)
frat!chris and birdie!reader works will be here ⤵︎
𝓢𝓟𝓞𝓡𝓣𝓢 𝓒𝓐𝓡 - chris sturniolo x reader
description/warnings:part of my album special! chris picks you up from a party where some people have pissed you the hell off—one thing chris won’t do is let his girl have a bad night, so he’s rather quick to fix it:p | smut + build up, fluff if you squint, car seggs, dirty talk
wc: 1.6k
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you stagger toward the car idling under the streetlight—your steps loose and unsteady, soft curls slightly frizzy and mascara smudging the skin beneath your eyes faintly. you’re wearing a simple gray tube dress, though the interesting seam work and the way it clings to your body adds an intriguing edge to its simplicity.
you open the door swiftly, “hi baby.” chris speaks quietly, a black hoodie on and some trousers you can’t make out properly cause of the shadow. “hey.” you sniff as you get yourself seated and lean over to peck his lips as a way of saying thank you. within that quick glance you gave him before kissing him, he’d noticed your eyes were still a little red and and shiny. he keeps his eyes on you even though yours have already settled out the window, your head laying on the headrest.
“you been crying?” he asks softly. “hm?” he insists, brushing his fingers over your arm.
you sigh, looking down at your lap, shaking your head—“it’s fine, it was just kinda overwhelming,” you start, the full nose painting over your articulation a little bit. “you know i hate fighting and all tha’.” you explain further, rubbing your eye a little.
“aw, come here you sweet thing.” he invites you into a hug and you gladly fall into his embrace, leaning over once again. the hug is sweet—he strokes the back of your head gently while your chin rests on his shoulder and hand on his lower back.
you decide that you’re now ready to drive off.
though his presence alone consoled you enough, that off feeling still lingered. and he knew—you were’t talking or moving—only aimlessly stared out of your window or the windshield.
it was around three a.m. and there were hardly any cars out on the road anymore, so he decided to try and take your mind elsewhere—he punched the accelerator, then eased off just as quickly, making your heart jump.
“what the fuck chris?!” you yell, but it’s more of a laugh. you were a sucker for adrenaline after all.
“hm, no idea what you’re talking about.” he says, making a silly face.
and whoops, he does it again, making you both hit your seats as you yell his name. “oh, fuck, sorry.” he says, laughing.
he then opens your window, almost fully, the wind loud and absolutely messing up your hair even more. “what’s gotten into you, jesus.” you yell, so that he can actually hear you.
“you just breath, baby.” he yelles back, his pitch low, eyes glued on the road. you figure to make the most out of the moment—you lay your head over the window frame, tilting it back enough to see the city lights in the distance and the starry sky.
he finally looks over and studies you briefly—now that your body is facing him from the front. he almost forgets that he’s driving. he peaks whenever he can to savour the way your skin glistens in the light, how your chest pushes up and down as you breathe hard and last but not least—the way your dress had ridden up at this point by stirring in your seat so much.
you close the window back up, as you’ve had enough of the movie-like experience and settle back into your seat properly, puffing out some air.
“better?” he asks, the palm of his warm hand landing on your cool thigh. “yeah.” you reply, a little shy, acknowledging what his touch just did to you in an instant.
you place your hand over his, playing with it.
when you move it to stroke his forearm from under, he noticeably moves his hand higher—he knew it was intentional that you haven’t even faintly attempted to fix your ridden up dress and you loved how he read you like this.
he grips it tighter and you tense up immediately. you can feel his gaze in that moment, even with your head tilted away. your eyebrows knit and lips press together at the embarrassing change of rythm in your breathing, that you’re sure he’d noted.
you roll your head over the headrest to look at him. he drags his eyes up and down your face, reading that familiar needy pout that’s so easy to read.
he tips his chin at you, “yeah?” he insists knowingly and faces the road. you sigh, looking up, “yup.” your voice barely a whisper, but he hears.
next thing you know, he’s swerving into the nearest parking lot, which is—to your convenience—very much empty.
“come on over, pretty.” he prompts, moving his seat back swiftly and you waste no time. climbing onto him feels like finding home—sweet home.
you settle into his lap, his hands already wandering up your thighs and to your ribs while yours are thrown around his neck. you can’t quite make out his face in the darkness, though a narrow stripe of light from a nearby streetlamp cuts across him, catching only his blue eyes and leaving the rest in shadow—your head spins, his dilating pupils pulling you in. it was as if you couldn’t feel anything else, only the weight of his gaze fixed on you and that made you so nervous, though in the best way.
you exhale shakily as he strokes the back of your head and pulls you in. your lips melt together, quickly creatig a loud, sloppy mess. his hands become needier, your underwear wetter and breaths heavier—you grasp his face, tilting your head to the side to somehow kiss him even deeper, letting him explore your mouth with his tongue. his grip on your hips tightens as your tongue swirls ‘round his—you practically feel the squeeze on your bare skin since your dress had ridden up almost above your hips by now. “mm, fuck.” he mumbles into your mouth, making you whimper.
you feel his hips buck up into yours so you lift yourself a little, so that he has room to pull down his sweats along with his underwear—you watch him breathlessly, running a hand through your messy hair. he fiddles with a condom he’s pulled out from his pocket and you whine, suddenly very aware of how hot you’ve made the interior of the car.
“jus’ pull it to the side, i don’t care.” you spill out quickly and he obeys, hooking a finger under your thong and pulling it over your ass cheek, “you freaky.” he teases, smirking. “you like me like that.” you let out a broken laugh, sinking onto him, taking him whole, slowly.
you start out slow, your muscule asjusting to the new but oh, so familiar stretch. “ugh, fuck!” you cry out as you pick up the pace, chris’ hips meeting yours halfway. he guides your movements, fingers pressing into the skin of your hips and ass. you kiss him, forcing his head to press against the headrest, “all fucking mine.” he groans through gritted teeth and dips his head to your neck. he sucks on your hot flesh, making you pull a whole fist of his hair so hard it’d probably actually hurt—but it’s too much, the way he slides in and out so smoothly, the filthy sounds it produces, his tongue traveling all over your neck, the heat.
“oh my god.” you barely let out, not being able to to vocalize anything properly. his mouth leaves your neck with a filthy, wet pop and he brings his face up to meet yours, “oh your god?” he asks, voice dark and teasing as he picks up the pace dangerously, snapping his hips into yours loudly. it shocks you—you only let out a series of weak gasps, seeing literal stars. “yeah?” he insists, but you truly can’t form a single utterance.
he pushes you forward to fuck you better, his large hand on your chest, your back landing against the steering wheel. he holds your hips in place, thrusting up into you with no mercy.
“oh, chris-“ you moan, getting cut off by a shaky breath as you feel yourself clench around him, looking him straight in the eyes. he sucks in a breath at the feeling, understanding you tried to convey you were close, “right there with ya, baby.” he cooes. “so pretty.” he praises, his hand from your chest now gently snaking around your neck. you weakly smile at him as he admires your fucked out expression—how your parted lips tremble everytime he slams into you, at your knitted brows, the flush in your cheeks that’s evident even in the poor lighting—it pushes him to the edge, “gonna look at me when you come, yeah?” he demands, his voice rough. “uh-, uh-huh.” you moan out, squeezing him incredibly tight as that familiar knot forms in your tummy. “oh f-“ he starts, but his breath gets caught in his throat as your bodies jolt sharply. both of your lips part as you feel the peak of your release hit. he quickly pulls you back to him, wanting you closer—“cum on it.” he tells you to your face as he slowly fucks you through your orgasm with jerky, occasional thrusts, to get every last drop of you. his words are more than enough to achieve exactly that.
after collapsing on him and resting there for a minute, you pick yourself up from his chest to glance at him— “know that next time i get sad to the car i might be trolling simply cause i’ll want you to do this to me again.” you tell him, dead serious.
he chuckles—“i’ll do this to you anytime, all y’gotta do’s ask shorty.”
a/n: happy holidays! (i lwk hate this hope u like it more than i do lol)
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「 stepbro!chris 」 NNN special
ⓘ stepbro!chris x bratty!stepsis!reader, stepcest (don't like? don't read), sex chocolate, teasing, choking, edging, finger sucking, dubcon (if you squint), counter sex, creampie, almost getting caught
what happens when you fall for the top dog of all frat boys, christopher sturniolo.
warnings: underage drinking. getting caught. banter. partying. drug use. slowburn series. enemies to whatever lol
“fucking hell” a groan escapes your lips as you stand against the wall opposite the bathroom. the music from the party thumping through your whole body not helping your current state in the slightest.
you move to knock on the bathroom door for the third time before returning back to your position, legs clamped together as you sway in discomfort.
another minute goes by before you knock on the door again, this time yelling into whoever was in there. “anytime today some of us need a fucking piss” you bang with your fist continuously.
the door finally unlocks causing your fist to fall and hit the chest in front of you. your eyes dart from the black tee to the face.
christopher sturniolo.
“you’ve got to be shitting me” you groan out. he smirks down at you, adjusting his zipper on his jeans. “happy now?” he asks. your eyes move to the figure behind him. a blond girl fixing her appearance in the mirror.
“you’re a sick fuck you know that? fucking in a bathroom at a party” you give him an unamused look when your gaze meets his again. he lets out a low chuckle, “at least i’m getting action. you wouldn’t know what that means”
you roll your eyes as the girl moves to stand behind him. he grabs her hand leading her out of the bathroom, her hand readjusting her skirt again as she stumbles. your body shivers slightly as they walk away.
multiple shots later and your swaying your hips to the rhythm of the music blaring. a red solo cup rests in your hand and the other is moving through your hair as you dance.
your mind completely lost in the sounds and beats running through your ears. the sound of people chattering is muffled by your thoughts. your friend dancing behind you.
“i’m going to get a drink” your friend yells over the music. you hum and nod, sipping your drink and closing your eyes to immerse in the atmosphere.
your friend seems to take longer than needed so you decide to go get another drink if your own. manoeuvring through the crowds with ‘sorry’s’ and ‘excuse me’s’ before reaching the kitchen.
you let out a sigh and shrug your shoulders from the amount of claustrophobia you just felt in the last 40 seconds. you grab a solo cup from the island and move to the corner where the cabinets were.
you take out the litre of vodka that was already opened and pour— way more than needed— into your cup before moving to the fridge. you grab a bottle of cranberry juice and pour it into your cup also.
you grab a plastic spoon and mix the two drinks together, heading over to the trash can. on your way you bump shoulders into someone, “so— oh?” you make eye contact with the one person you didn’t want to see—- again.
chris. great.
“y’know, if you wanted my attention you could’ve just came and found me” he smiles, pulling a drag from the blunt between his lips. you scoff in response, “that’s the last thing i wanted” taking the spoon from your drink and throwing it into the can.
“you’re feisty” he says, now towering over you causing you to be pushed against the wall, “i like it” he smirks. you roll your eyes, “chris, i don’t want you— i’m not easy like the other girls you fuck” you sip from your drink, looking up at him from the rim of your cup.
his eyes scan your face, “huh” his eyes squint slightly and he tilts his head. “is that so? well what do i need to do to make you easy then, ma” the nickname should t have made your whole body flush, but it did. you knew if chris felt it you wouldn’t hear the end of it.
“nothing because i’m not an easy walking STD like the ones you’re into nor will i ever be” you smile at him sarcastically before walking away. chris’ eyes trail on you as you walk away, one hand in his pocket, the other holding his drink and that smug smirk on his face.
the next weekend, another party is taking place. you’re sitting at your vanity, curling your hair whilst music hums in the back and your best friend talks about her plan to get laid. you chuckle at it really, the fact parties are places people get laid makes you feel sick but your best friend doesn’t care.
“alright so then if i just get really drunk then ill pretend i need him to help me with something and boom! your gild getting laid” she says, clapping her hands to add dramatic effect. you roll your eyes, “you’re crazy” you say with a breathy laugh.
“maybe i am, but that’s why you love me so much” she smiles at you through the mirror and you chuckle. “alright, i think im ready” you say placing the curling iron down and standing up. “perfect, they’re already outside” she states after checking her phone.
“who?” you ask, confused by her statement. “nathan” you pause, slowly blinking at her. “are you serious. the frats are bringing us. i’d rather walk in torrential hail stones” she rolls her eyes, “c’mon, you know i like him and he insisted on collecting me, it’ll just be him promise” you sigh and grab your bag before following her out.
you step outside your apartment block and see the dark blue coupe pull up. nathan has his window pulled down and beckons you both to get in, opening the passenger door for your friend from the inside. you let out another breath before opening the back door and climbing in, shimmying to get your seatbelt on.
you stare out of the window, trying your hardest to block out all the disgusting flirting going on between your friend and nathan in the front. you’re so lost in thought you don’t even feel the car stop or the door next to you open. your snapped out of your thoughts when you hear a chuckle beside you.
“you have got to be shitting me”
“you just can’t seem to leave me alone can you?” chris scoffs.
“maybe it’s you who can’t seem to leave me alone dickhead” he lets out a breathy laugh, readjusting the backwards cap on his head. “maybe” he shrugs his shoulders, “or you just like the chase” he smiles through the piece of gum in his mouth.
“oh please, i think i’d rather get stabbed fourteen times and water boarded than chase after you” you point into his chest. he flinches at the dig, pretending to be hurt by it.
“oh cmon ma, you know it wouldn’t hurt to have a bit of this” he says, moving his hands to gesture at himself. you almost throw up at his words “are we in a disney romcom, i’m gonna be sick” you place a hand over your mouth and fake gag.
“whatever” he rolls his eyes. “we’ll see just how untouchable you are” he says as nathan pulls outside the house. you roll your eyes as he gets out of the car then shuffle your way out.
you were gonna make sure you were untouchable to him,
or at least try your best…
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i need another one ,thankyou.
what happens when you fall for the top dog of all frat boys, christopher sturniolo.
warnings: underage drinking. getting caught. banter. partying. drug use. slowburn series. enemies to whatever lol
“fucking hell” a groan escapes your lips as you stand against the wall opposite the bathroom. the music from the party thumping through your whole body not helping your current state in the slightest.
you move to knock on the bathroom door for the third time before returning back to your position, legs clamped together as you sway in discomfort.
another minute goes by before you knock on the door again, this time yelling into whoever was in there. “anytime today some of us need a fucking piss” you bang with your fist continuously.
the door finally unlocks causing your fist to fall and hit the chest in front of you. your eyes dart from the black tee to the face.
christopher sturniolo.
“you’ve got to be shitting me” you groan out. he smirks down at you, adjusting his zipper on his jeans. “happy now?” he asks. your eyes move to the figure behind him. a blond girl fixing her appearance in the mirror.
“you’re a sick fuck you know that? fucking in a bathroom at a party” you give him an unamused look when your gaze meets his again. he lets out a low chuckle, “at least i’m getting action. you wouldn’t know what that means”
you roll your eyes as the girl moves to stand behind him. he grabs her hand leading her out of the bathroom, her hand readjusting her skirt again as she stumbles. your body shivers slightly as they walk away.
multiple shots later and your swaying your hips to the rhythm of the music blaring. a red solo cup rests in your hand and the other is moving through your hair as you dance.
your mind completely lost in the sounds and beats running through your ears. the sound of people chattering is muffled by your thoughts. your friend dancing behind you.
“i’m going to get a drink” your friend yells over the music. you hum and nod, sipping your drink and closing your eyes to immerse in the atmosphere.
your friend seems to take longer than needed so you decide to go get another drink if your own. manoeuvring through the crowds with ‘sorry’s’ and ‘excuse me’s’ before reaching the kitchen.
you let out a sigh and shrug your shoulders from the amount of claustrophobia you just felt in the last 40 seconds. you grab a solo cup from the island and move to the corner where the cabinets were.
you take out the litre of vodka that was already opened and pour— way more than needed— into your cup before moving to the fridge. you grab a bottle of cranberry juice and pour it into your cup also.
you grab a plastic spoon and mix the two drinks together, heading over to the trash can. on your way you bump shoulders into someone, “so— oh?” you make eye contact with the one person you didn’t want to see—- again.
chris. great.
“y’know, if you wanted my attention you could’ve just came and found me” he smiles, pulling a drag from the blunt between his lips. you scoff in response, “that’s the last thing i wanted” taking the spoon from your drink and throwing it into the can.
“you’re feisty” he says, now towering over you causing you to be pushed against the wall, “i like it” he smirks. you roll your eyes, “chris, i don’t want you— i’m not easy like the other girls you fuck” you sip from your drink, looking up at him from the rim of your cup.
his eyes scan your face, “huh” his eyes squint slightly and he tilts his head. “is that so? well what do i need to do to make you easy then, ma” the nickname should t have made your whole body flush, but it did. you knew if chris felt it you wouldn’t hear the end of it.
“nothing because i’m not an easy walking STD like the ones you’re into nor will i ever be” you smile at him sarcastically before walking away. chris’ eyes trail on you as you walk away, one hand in his pocket, the other holding his drink and that smug smirk on his face.
the next weekend, another party is taking place. you’re sitting at your vanity, curling your hair whilst music hums in the back and your best friend talks about her plan to get laid. you chuckle at it really, the fact parties are places people get laid makes you feel sick but your best friend doesn’t care.
“alright so then if i just get really drunk then ill pretend i need him to help me with something and boom! your gild getting laid” she says, clapping her hands to add dramatic effect. you roll your eyes, “you’re crazy” you say with a breathy laugh.
“maybe i am, but that’s why you love me so much” she smiles at you through the mirror and you chuckle. “alright, i think im ready” you say placing the curling iron down and standing up. “perfect, they’re already outside” she states after checking her phone.
“who?” you ask, confused by her statement. “nathan” you pause, slowly blinking at her. “are you serious. the frats are bringing us. i’d rather walk in torrential hail stones” she rolls her eyes, “c’mon, you know i like him and he insisted on collecting me, it’ll just be him promise” you sigh and grab your bag before following her out.
you step outside your apartment block and see the dark blue coupe pull up. nathan has his window pulled down and beckons you both to get in, opening the passenger door for your friend from the inside. you let out another breath before opening the back door and climbing in, shimmying to get your seatbelt on.
you stare out of the window, trying your hardest to block out all the disgusting flirting going on between your friend and nathan in the front. you’re so lost in thought you don’t even feel the car stop or the door next to you open. your snapped out of your thoughts when you hear a chuckle beside you.
“you have got to be shitting me”
“you just can’t seem to leave me alone can you?” chris scoffs.
“maybe it’s you who can’t seem to leave me alone dickhead” he lets out a breathy laugh, readjusting the backwards cap on his head. “maybe” he shrugs his shoulders, “or you just like the chase” he smiles through the piece of gum in his mouth.
“oh please, i think i’d rather get stabbed fourteen times and water boarded than chase after you” you point into his chest. he flinches at the dig, pretending to be hurt by it.
“oh cmon ma, you know it wouldn’t hurt to have a bit of this” he says, moving his hands to gesture at himself. you almost throw up at his words “are we in a disney romcom, i’m gonna be sick” you place a hand over your mouth and fake gag.
“whatever” he rolls his eyes. “we’ll see just how untouchable you are” he says as nathan pulls outside the house. you roll your eyes as he gets out of the car then shuffle your way out.
you were gonna make sure you were untouchable to him,
or at least try your best…
taglist here! ✉️
@owensbabygirl @viviansturns @pepsipoet @hauntedhouseofhorrors @sturnstarsblog @suyqa @megluvsmatt @gisouwhat @angel-sturn1 @courta13 @mamaagirlbehindu123 @heartz4lily @bendmeoverchris @chrissturniolodailysluts @chrispycremedonut @sturnl0ve @reneesturniolo @sturnsheart @snoopysturnzz @chrissturnioloslefttoe @parkeunsol79 @chrissfavhoe @dawnsturn @breesturn @jesssturnn @perscriptionlove @swiftafboi @sturntiolo @sturnskiss @liiixsturniolos @kropled0oczu @sadgirlslush @whore4chris @sofiasturns @chrispycremedonut @sleepinourtears
it was day three of no nut november, and matt was already acting like he'd seen a ghost. you found him on the couch, staring at the tv but clearly not watching it, probably just trying not to look at you.
you walked by slowly, pretending not to notice the way his eyes darted up for half a second before he looked away again. “rough day?” you asked, leaning on the back of the couch with the kind of grin that meant trouble.
“fine,” he muttered, voice tight. “totally fine.”
you raised an eyebrow. “uh-huh. you’ve said ‘totally fine’ about twelve times today.”
he crossed his arms. “it’s called focus.”
you smiled, stepping closer. “oh? so if i sat right here…” you plopped down next to him, close enough that your knees brushed. “…you’d still be totally focused?”
matt gave a long, suffering sigh, his jaw tightening like he was holding back a smile. “you’re evil.”
“me?” you said, all innocence. “i’m just keeping you… accountable.”
he laughed despite himself, shaking his head. “you’re gonna make this month impossible.”
your hand makes its way to his lower stomach, matts breath hitches as you place open mouth kisses all over his neck. "need you." you whisper as your hips make an effort to grind against his hand. "fuck this no nut shit, gonna make my girl feel good."
thats how you ended up here, legs thrown over his shoulders and his inner thighs covered in your juices.
"fuck. who's this pussy belong to, huh?" he said through his teeth. his hips moving at a relentless pace. "y- you matt, all y- yours."
you were squeezing him tight, making it known your close. he wasn't far from his high either. "cum for me, pretty. make a mess, f- fuck"
your legs shook violently as your orgasm washed over you. his hips stuttering. "fuck, where do you want-" you interrupted. "in me, please fuck matt." he finally let go, inside of you. he collapsed on top of you.
"welp that was a fail, maybe next year?"
divider by @dollywons !!
a/n- hmm its short but idk i wanted to do a writing marathon but i cbf so here you go😭
it was day three of no nut november, and matt was already acting like he'd seen a ghost. you found him on the couch, staring at the tv but clearly not watching it, probably just trying not to look at you.
you walked by slowly, pretending not to notice the way his eyes darted up for half a second before he looked away again. “rough day?” you asked, leaning on the back of the couch with the kind of grin that meant trouble.
“fine,” he muttered, voice tight. “totally fine.”
you raised an eyebrow. “uh-huh. you’ve said ‘totally fine’ about twelve times today.”
he crossed his arms. “it’s called focus.”
you smiled, stepping closer. “oh? so if i sat right here…” you plopped down next to him, close enough that your knees brushed. “…you’d still be totally focused?”
matt gave a long, suffering sigh, his jaw tightening like he was holding back a smile. “you’re evil.”
“me?” you said, all innocence. “i’m just keeping you… accountable.”
he laughed despite himself, shaking his head. “you’re gonna make this month impossible.”
your hand makes its way to his lower stomach, matts breath hitches as you place open mouth kisses all over his neck. "need you." you whisper as your hips make an effort to grind against his hand. "fuck this no nut shit, gonna make my girl feel good."
thats how you ended up here, legs thrown over his shoulders and his inner thighs covered in your juices.
"fuck. who's this pussy belong to, huh?" he said through his teeth. his hips moving at a relentless pace. "y- you matt, all y- yours."
you were squeezing him tight, making it known your close. he wasn't far from his high either. "cum for me, pretty. make a mess, f- fuck"
your legs shook violently as your orgasm washed over you. his hips stuttering. "fuck, where do you want-" you interrupted. "in me, please fuck matt." he finally let go, inside of you. he collapsed on top of you.
"welp that was a fail, maybe next year?"
divider by @dollywons !!
a/n- hmm its short but idk i wanted to do a writing marathon but i cbf so here you go😭
it was day three of no nut november, and matt was already acting like he'd seen a ghost. you found him on the couch, staring at the tv but clearly not watching it, probably just trying not to look at you.
you walked by slowly, pretending not to notice the way his eyes darted up for half a second before he looked away again. “rough day?” you asked, leaning on the back of the couch with the kind of grin that meant trouble.
“fine,” he muttered, voice tight. “totally fine.”
you raised an eyebrow. “uh-huh. you’ve said ‘totally fine’ about twelve times today.”
he crossed his arms. “it’s called focus.”
you smiled, stepping closer. “oh? so if i sat right here…” you plopped down next to him, close enough that your knees brushed. “…you’d still be totally focused?”
matt gave a long, suffering sigh, his jaw tightening like he was holding back a smile. “you’re evil.”
“me?” you said, all innocence. “i’m just keeping you… accountable.”
he laughed despite himself, shaking his head. “you’re gonna make this month impossible.”
your hand makes its way to his lower stomach, matts breath hitches as you place open mouth kisses all over his neck. "need you." you whisper as your hips make an effort to grind against his hand. "fuck this no nut shit, gonna make my girl feel good."
thats how you ended up here, legs thrown over his shoulders and his inner thighs covered in your juices.
"fuck. who's this pussy belong to, huh?" he said through his teeth. his hips moving at a relentless pace. "y- you matt, all y- yours."
you were squeezing him tight, making it known your close. he wasn't far from his high either. "cum for me, pretty. make a mess, f- fuck"
your legs shook violently as your orgasm washed over you. his hips stuttering. "fuck, where do you want-" you interrupted. "in me, please fuck matt." he finally let go, inside of you. he collapsed on top of you.
"welp that was a fail, maybe next year?"
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