𝔴𝔞𝔨𝔢 𝔲𝔭, 𝔣1𝔩𝔱𝔥𝔶
— 𝔬𝔩𝔦𝔳𝔦𝔞 . 𝔰𝔥𝔢 / 𝔥𝔢𝔯 .
ೃ༄ 𝓂𝒶𝓈𝓉𝑒𝓇𝓁𝒾𝓈𝓉𝓈 . 𝓇𝑒𝒸𝑒𝓃𝓉 . 𝒶𝒷𝑜𝓊𝓉 𝓂𝑒 . 𝓉𝒶𝑔𝓁𝒾𝓈𝓉 .
𝔦’𝔪 𝔭𝔞𝔯𝔞𝔫𝔬𝔦𝔡, 𝔶𝔢𝔞𝔥 𝔦’𝔪 𝔭𝔞𝔯𝔞𝔫𝔬𝔦𝔡
𝔦 𝔤𝔬𝔱 𝔴𝔥𝔦𝔱𝔢 𝔡𝔦𝔞𝔪𝔬𝔫𝔡𝔰 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔶 𝔠𝔬𝔩𝔡 𝔩𝔦𝔨𝔢 𝔦𝔩𝔩𝔦𝔫𝔬𝔦𝔰
ᴾᴬᴿᴬᴺᴼᴵᴰ — ᴷᴱᴺ ᶜᴬᴿˢᴼᴺ
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@adorechris
𝔴𝔞𝔨𝔢 𝔲𝔭, 𝔣1𝔩𝔱𝔥𝔶
— 𝔬𝔩𝔦𝔳𝔦𝔞 . 𝔰𝔥𝔢 / 𝔥𝔢𝔯 .
ೃ༄ 𝓂𝒶𝓈𝓉𝑒𝓇𝓁𝒾𝓈𝓉𝓈 . 𝓇𝑒𝒸𝑒𝓃𝓉 . 𝒶𝒷𝑜𝓊𝓉 𝓂𝑒 . 𝓉𝒶𝑔𝓁𝒾𝓈𝓉 .
𝔦’𝔪 𝔭𝔞𝔯𝔞𝔫𝔬𝔦𝔡, 𝔶𝔢𝔞𝔥 𝔦’𝔪 𝔭𝔞𝔯𝔞𝔫𝔬𝔦𝔡
𝔦 𝔤𝔬𝔱 𝔴𝔥𝔦𝔱𝔢 𝔡𝔦𝔞𝔪𝔬𝔫𝔡𝔰 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔶 𝔠𝔬𝔩𝔡 𝔩𝔦𝔨𝔢 𝔦𝔩𝔩𝔦𝔫𝔬𝔦𝔰
ᴾᴬᴿᴬᴺᴼᴵᴰ — ᴷᴱᴺ ᶜᴬᴿˢᴼᴺ
BUSTIN’ ON YOUR WHOLE FACE — C.S.
includes … handjob+blowjob (m!recieving), dirty talk (a little), begging, kinda sub!chris.
your knees are already aching from sitting on the floor.
yet you just sat down.
chris is sitting comfortably on the couch, his legs spread, boxers and sweatpants pooled at his ankles.
with you between his legs.
he looks down at you with half-lidded, heavy eyes as you tease him. you don’t put your mouth on him—not yet.
“please—mmm—please baby, put it in your mouth,” chris begs, practically whining.
“uh, i don’t know baby, how badly do you really want it?” you tease, wrapping your hand around his base which makes his whole body shudder with need.
“so bad—fuck—please?” he asks breathlessly.
then, finally, you move your hand to the tip of his dick, your finger rubbing against his slit.
“oh my—fuck,” chris whimpers, throwing his head back as you continue to stroke him, each time you get to the tip you go a bit faster. you keep eye contact with the boy the entire time, taking notice of each and every reaction. his hips thrust up into your hand, begging for your mouth.
the action makes you giggle, but it was enough for you to listen.
“chris,” you whisper, pausing your movements and getting his attention.
he stops moving his hips and hesitantly looks down at you. “hm..?” he hums out, keeping eye contact with you.
staring into his eyes, you gently kitty lick his tip, making his jaw fall agape and his brows pull together. his tip was always the most sensitive part of his whole dick; it was like he could cum on the spot if he didn’t stop himself.
the way you maintain eye contact with him—the way it feels so much more intimate—makes him so close to the edge.
you take him deeper, practically swallowing his dick and jerk off with your hand what you can’t fit in your mouth.
despite chris’s best efforts to keep his eyes locked on yours, his eyes roll back in pleasure and his head falls back against the couch.
he starts to slowly fuck your face, the movement hesitant at first. but when you don’t pull away, he goes faster. his balls slap against your chin and he whimpers with every thrust pathetically.
“so good…fuuuckk…” chris moans out, his dick twitching in your mouth. you moan around his length and the vibration makes the bands in his stomach impossibly more taut. he peers down at you through heavy eyes and he lets out a loud moan at how beautiful you look.
“baby—m’gonna cum—please…fuck—on your face…?” chris barley manages out as the overwhelming pleasure fogs his mind, his balls drawing tight.
you quickly pull off of him, your face right above his tip. he fucks your hand desperately, his movements rushed and uncoordinated.
“shit—ahh—m’cumming—“ chris’s brows pull together, his eyes rolling back with pleasure as his hips still, his dick twitching and pulsing as he releases warm ropes of cum all over your face.
every pulse and spurt of cum out of his dick is accompanied with a high-pitched moan until he falls limp on the couch, panting.
once the waves of pleasure slow, he opens his eyes and glances down at you, his softening dick twitching subtly at the sight of your pretty face covered with his seed.
“so pretty baby…letting me bust all over y’face like that.”
a.n. i was viewing chris’s ig post from july w this song nd got motivation to write.
🏷️ - @cayleeuhithinknott , @izzylovesmatt , @urfavvbilliemunch , @sturkneeohloww ,@chrisssiren , @rriverscuomo , @courta13 ,@conspiracy-ash , @pepsipoet , @heartz4lily , @whore4chris
—i took the @ of people who’s usernames didn’t work off of the taglist for this post
BUSTIN’ ON YOUR WHOLE FACE — C.S.
includes … handjob+blowjob (m!recieving), dirty talk (a little), begging, kinda sub!chris.
your knees are already aching from sitting on the floor.
yet you just sat down.
chris is sitting comfortably on the couch, his legs spread, boxers and sweatpants pooled at his ankles.
with you between his legs.
he looks down at you with half-lidded, heavy eyes as you tease him. you don’t put your mouth on him—not yet.
“please—mmm—please baby, put it in your mouth,” chris begs, practically whining.
“uh, i don’t know baby, how badly do you really want it?” you tease, wrapping your hand around his base which makes his whole body shudder with need.
“so bad—fuck—please?” he asks breathlessly.
then, finally, you move your hand to the tip of his dick, your finger rubbing against his slit.
“oh my—fuck,” chris whimpers, throwing his head back as you continue to stroke him, each time you get to the tip you go a bit faster. you keep eye contact with the boy the entire time, taking notice of each and every reaction. his hips thrust up into your hand, begging for your mouth.
the action makes you giggle, but it was enough for you to listen.
“chris,” you whisper, pausing your movements and getting his attention.
he stops moving his hips and hesitantly looks down at you. “hm..?” he hums out, keeping eye contact with you.
staring into his eyes, you gently kitty lick his tip, making his jaw fall agape and his brows pull together. his tip was always the most sensitive part of his whole dick; it was like he could cum on the spot if he didn’t stop himself.
the way you maintain eye contact with him—the way it feels so much more intimate—makes him so close to the edge.
you take him deeper, practically swallowing his dick and jerk off with your hand what you can’t fit in your mouth.
despite chris’s best efforts to keep his eyes locked on yours, his eyes roll back in pleasure and his head falls back against the couch.
he starts to slowly fuck your face, the movement hesitant at first. but when you don’t pull away, he goes faster. his balls slap against your chin and he whimpers with every thrust pathetically.
“so good…fuuuckk…” chris moans out, his dick twitching in your mouth. you moan around his length and the vibration makes the bands in his stomach impossibly more taut. he peers down at you through heavy eyes and he lets out a loud moan at how beautiful you look.
“baby—m’gonna cum—please…fuck—on your face…?” chris barley manages out as the overwhelming pleasure fogs his mind, his balls drawing tight.
you quickly pull off of him, your face right above his tip. he fucks your hand desperately, his movements rushed and uncoordinated.
“shit—ahh—m’cumming—“ chris’s brows pull together, his eyes rolling back with pleasure as his hips still, his dick twitching and pulsing as he releases warm ropes of cum all over your face.
every pulse and spurt of cum out of his dick is accompanied with a high-pitched moan until he falls limp on the couch, panting.
once the waves of pleasure slow, he opens his eyes and glances down at you, his softening dick twitching subtly at the sight of your pretty face covered with his seed.
“so pretty baby…letting me bust all over y’face like that.”
a.n. i was viewing chris’s ig post from july w this song nd got motivation to write.
🏷️ - @cayleeuhithinknott , @izzylovesmatt , @urfavvbilliemunch , @sturkneeohloww ,@chrisssiren , @rriverscuomo , @courta13 ,@conspiracy-ash , @pepsipoet , @heartz4lily , @whore4chris
—i took the @ of people who’s usernames didn’t work off of the taglist for this post
BUSTIN’ ON YOUR WHOLE FACE — C.S.
includes … handjob+blowjob (m!recieving), dirty talk (a little), begging, kinda sub!chris.
your knees are already aching from sitting on the floor.
yet you just sat down.
chris is sitting comfortably on the couch, his legs spread, boxers and sweatpants pooled at his ankles.
with you between his legs.
he looks down at you with half-lidded, heavy eyes as you tease him. you don’t put your mouth on him—not yet.
“please—mmm—please baby, put it in your mouth,” chris begs, practically whining.
“uh, i don’t know baby, how badly do you really want it?” you tease, wrapping your hand around his base which makes his whole body shudder with need.
“so bad—fuck—please?” he asks breathlessly.
then, finally, you move your hand to the tip of his dick, your finger rubbing against his slit.
“oh my—fuck,” chris whimpers, throwing his head back as you continue to stroke him, each time you get to the tip you go a bit faster. you keep eye contact with the boy the entire time, taking notice of each and every reaction. his hips thrust up into your hand, begging for your mouth.
the action makes you giggle, but it was enough for you to listen.
“chris,” you whisper, pausing your movements and getting his attention.
he stops moving his hips and hesitantly looks down at you. “hm..?” he hums out, keeping eye contact with you.
staring into his eyes, you gently kitty lick his tip, making his jaw fall agape and his brows pull together. his tip was always the most sensitive part of his whole dick; it was like he could cum on the spot if he didn’t stop himself.
the way you maintain eye contact with him—the way it feels so much more intimate—makes him so close to the edge.
you take him deeper, practically swallowing his dick and jerk off with your hand what you can’t fit in your mouth.
despite chris’s best efforts to keep his eyes locked on yours, his eyes roll back in pleasure and his head falls back against the couch.
he starts to slowly fuck your face, the movement hesitant at first. but when you don’t pull away, he goes faster. his balls slap against your chin and he whimpers with every thrust pathetically.
“so good…fuuuckk…” chris moans out, his dick twitching in your mouth. you moan around his length and the vibration makes the bands in his stomach impossibly more taut. he peers down at you through heavy eyes and he lets out a loud moan at how beautiful you look.
“baby—m’gonna cum—please…fuck—on your face…?” chris barley manages out as the overwhelming pleasure fogs his mind, his balls drawing tight.
you quickly pull off of him, your face right above his tip. he fucks your hand desperately, his movements rushed and uncoordinated.
“shit—ahh—m’cumming—“ chris’s brows pull together, his eyes rolling back with pleasure as his hips still, his dick twitching and pulsing as he releases warm ropes of cum all over your face.
every pulse and spurt of cum out of his dick is accompanied with a high-pitched moan until he falls limp on the couch, panting.
once the waves of pleasure slow, he opens his eyes and glances down at you, his softening dick twitching subtly at the sight of your pretty face covered with his seed.
“so pretty baby…letting me bust all over y’face like that.”
a.n. ii was viewing chris’s ig post frm july w this song nd got motivation to write.
🏷️ - @cayleeuhithinknott , @izzylovesmatt , @urfavvbilliemunch , @sturkneeohloww ,@chrisssiren , @rriverscuomo , @courta13 ,@conspiracy-ash , @pepsipoet , @heartz4lily , @whore4chris
—i took the @ of people who’s usernames didn’t work off of the taglist for this post
thinking of how the triplets probably share funny things on their instagram notes and we'll never know what they are
i always think about things like this
10k likes and i’m like the most inconsistent writer ever (joke) i love yall so much thank u😭😭😭😭😭
Ur theme is everything
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In Matt's Car
warnings: smut MDNI wc:423
#bringbackdryhumping m.sturniolo
straggled moans and groans bounced and echoed off the thin walls of the hot room. your hips clashed with matt’s as you fuck the boy, but with clothes on. humping sounds pathetic, so you didn’t wanna call it that. but that’s what it was, the scene was utterly pathetic. your bodies moved quickly and messily. both of you searching for pleasure within the tight space.
arousal built up in your folds and underwear with each thrust of your hips. his moans fade into your mouth as you kiss him hungrily, your lips devouring his dominance flowing through. his body spazzes under you brain, going fuzzy from overstimulation. his fingers puncture your waist as he holds, you fingertips tattooing your skin. “ple—please—oh—ah” he whines, mumbling into the kiss. his hips buck into yours with a wince tip rubbing against you just right.
spit drools from between your mouths as the kiss breaks, breathing heavily as you grind against his crotch. thighs caging him in. “you’re so good for me, so fucking pretty for me” you groan, lusting over him. your eyes glistened as you stared at him, his dead eyes looking so fucked out, so sexy, it had you dripping. every praise filled word had his cock twitching in his pants. “gonna cum—please don’t be mad,” he whispers, lips trembling and cheeks tinting. you could tell he was embarrassed by the fact, you knew he hated cumming so quickly, but you found it hot. and he knew that, but still chose to beat himself up about it.
your hands tangle in his hair with a harsh tug, pulling his head back. “don’t care if you cum don’t interrupt again” you spit, smashing your lips against his. he melts into you as he kisses back barely able to keep up with you. he pulls you closer to him pussy gliding against his cock as the space between you dissolves. his noses tickles your face as he nods silently, already getting immersed in you. you moan as you kiss him you were utterly obsessed with him and his taste. god, you could kiss him all fucking day.
sorry for the excessive amount of humping, i'm ovulating. who wanna dry hump?
GUYS STURN TUMBLR IS BEING FED TODAY WITH ALL THESE FICS I AM SO HAPPY🥹🥹
「 ✦ 𝒃𝒇.ᐟ𝒄𝒉𝒓𝒊𝒔 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒔 𝒅𝒐𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒓𝒊𝒔𝒌𝒚 𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒕 ✦ 」
"Say ahh." Chris looks down at you, gripping his aching cock by the base. His tip is flushed an angry red, fading into a more neutral color further down his shaft. Veins throb and pulse beneath his skin, the girth alone making you swallow thickly. The length? More than you can take. But you open your mouth anyway, complying with your boyfriend’s request.
𐔌՞. .՞𐦯
You’ve been toying with Chris all day today, purposely wearing something short and easily accessible when you left the house, making subtle but suggestive comments in public and casually placing your hand on his thigh a little too close to his crotch while he drove you around. So him being hard and aching was inevitable.
Chris didn’t even try to hide his erection as it strained painfully against his jeans, tenting the front of it obscenely—and he didn’t do anything about it either. All he did was drive, eyes on the road, one finger tapping against the leather of the steering wheel.
He looked impatient. And he probably was. After all, you were sitting there in the passenger seat looking all smug while he was on the driver’s side, about to get blue balls.
You almost, almost, believed he’d let you keep teasing him, but then you watched him take a different path, not going the way he was supposed to go, and your stomach flipped in nervousness—and excitement.
Had you pushed him too far?
𐔌՞. .՞𐦯
And that led to now; you—somehow—on your knees in the cramped space of the legroom. The car is parked somewhere on the side of the road, the window tint giving you some much needed privacy. You’re already half-way into swallowing his length when he pulls you back, his grip firm, voice breathless.
"Keep sucking the tip..." He murmurs, head falling back against the headrest with a low groan when you do as he says. His fingers tangle in your hair, holding it away from your face so it wouldn’t get too messy, as his lips part into a small "o".
"Just- juuust like that, baby- oh—mmfh—ffuuuck--" He moans, a sound he couldn’t quite stop from escaping. His bottom lip catches between his teeth, sinking into the plush flesh as he tries his best not to moan too loudly. But God. Your mouth feels heavenly around the thick head of his dick.
Chris loves doing risky shit. And he especially loves getting head in the car, out in public.
˖ ݁𖥔 ݁˖ 𝒆𝒏𝒈𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒉 𝒊𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒎𝒚 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒔𝒕 𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒖𝒂𝒈𝒆.ᐟ | 𝒘𝒄 – 𝟎.𝟒 𝒌 ˖ ݁𖥔 ݁˖
› #needthat (also, not proofread so i apologize if there are any mistakes! it’s kinda rushed ’cause i kept dozing off lmao 😭 i’m so sleepy i’m gonna go to sleep like i was planning to before he decided to post that panty dropping pic *sigh*)
FFUUUUCCKK
giving chris road head
Hi
Hi Ok
over the phone .☘︎ ݁˖ loser!virgin!matt
stressed was an understatement when describing the way matt felt right now. the assignments and finals piled up on him, each adding to the pressure as the semester drew to a close. his brain was filled with deadlines and test times, leaving no room for his favourite lady.
just thinking about her had his cock swelling in his pants and the desire bubbling to the surface. she was like a craving he couldn’t cure. his whole body wanted it. needed it. from his head down to his fingertips. it was unavoidable. his body started to sweat, clamming up his palms as his cheeks burned red.
lust controlled his movements as he dialed that same number. excitement coursing through his veins. ears perking up as they waited for that automated voice to ask the same rhetorical question. but it never came. the line went straight to the lady of the night. “benny? i thought you forgot about me,” she greets, skipping the formalities. her voice was so smooth it made him shake. the humid room feeling awfully cold. “no—never. was just busy. what happened to automated message—?” he responds, brain moving faster than his mouth. some multitasking skills, huh?
“you’re special now, so your calls automatically come to me. no hassle, what’s keeping you so busy?” she questioned, naturally, since he mentioned it. “uni. shit sucks,” he breathes, getting annoyed at the thought of it. “i’m special?” he pauses, taking in her statement fully. “you sure you didn’t forget about me?” she jokes, laugh echoing across the line. his dull nails scratch at his scalp as he thinks, searching his brain for an answer. “y-your list–i’m lucky now,” he stutters, memories flooding back into his brain.
“yeah, you are, now what desires of yours can i fulfill?” she asks, the repetitive question sounding different this time. he rubs his hands against his jeans as he breathes, calming himself so he wouldn't make a complete fool of himself. “i need to cum so fuckin’ bad….haven’t in days….want—need your help—i’m desperate,” he lets out, talking as if he was holding those words in forever. her breath gets caught in her throat as he speaks; he keeps rendering her speechless and leaving the rooms eerily silent. “you sound like it, baby, let me help you out,” she coos, tone and words sugary sweet. “please—”
he shifts into his shitty couch as he waits, hand aching to feel his cock. “what are you wearing, benny? something sexy?” she jokes, laughter quick but loud. “if you find jeans sexy, then yes,” he adds, laughing as he looks down at his boner trapped inside said jeans. “so sexy, now take 'em off, i want you bare for me,” she instructs, getting more seductive as she speaks. his movements are quick, hands rushing to unbuckle his belt and throw down his jeans. his cock springs out as his pants fall to his feet, bouncing off his clothed stomach from the motion. “done–done” he shivers, cold air striking him. “already listening so well, aren’t you? what a good boy,” she coos, sweet-talking him. “keep it up, hm? get that pretty cock all wet for me,” she adds, spewing filthy words like nothing. “yes, ma’am.” spit drools from his mouth as he coats himself, obscene noises filling the silence. soft whimpers echo as he pumps his cock, fist smoothing over every vein on his thickness.
“there’s the sounds i wanna hear, benny,” she encourages, pushing him through the phone. vulgar curses leave his pretty pink lips as he continues, finding a pace within his strokes. “please—lucky fuck keep talking—need your voice,” he begs, breathlessly. shaky moans escape as he grips his base, giving him pleasure he never imagined. “that’s my job, sweetheart, don’t fuss, i’m here, keep going, pretend as if it's my hand making you feel so good.” precum glistens on his tip as it oozes down, mixing with the spit-lube along his cock, painting a delicious image.
“sound so pretty moaning for me, baby, bet you look even better in person. mouth all open and legs all spread for me. on display for me,” she praises, sounding as sexy as physically possible. whiny whimpers and groans bless her ears as she finishes, her words destroying the boy on the line. “j-just for you–oh—only for you,” he whines, giving himself to her entirely. his stomach starts to coil as he gets close, orgasm creeping up quickly. moaning like a slut, matt fucks his fist, hips thrusting and jerking up eagerly. “my pretty boy, you sound like you’re close; tell me you are. tell me how good i’m doing,” she purrs, sultryness dripping. “so–so fucking close al–all because of you, lucky you did–shit–did this,” he groans, voice mixed with anger and need.
“god, you’re fucking pathetic, benny, about to cum from my voice alone,” she harshly degrades, doing a complete 180. his cock twitched in his tight grip as she spoke, brutal words turning him on. “i am–am please i’mright there, please let me cum.’’ his pleas only fuel her fire more; she was determined to break him, hear him fall apart. “cum for me, baby,” she demands, setting the boy on fire. his hips stutter and his thighs clench as he cums, spilling his seed onto his skin and his grey hoodie. staining it permanently. it sounded like a porno was playing on the other line as he came, moans, groans, and whines spilling from his lips. “holy fu–fuck.”
omg your THEME holy clocked
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matching users almost 😳
wait that’s so cute i had no idea omg!!!!
c.s.
loser!chris x popular!reader
everything
loser!chris intro
popular!reader intro
first time meeting (fluff)
loser!chris taking reader out on a date (fluff)