cherry

I would eat my own toenails if matt sturniolo asked me to ♡ sideblog so I follow back as shortkingmd

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cherry • adult • libra sun + leo moon • tarot • tattoos • packers + bruins • mcu • fantasy reader • horror writer • ukyt

the only thing I don't tolerate is intolerance. immediate block if I see hatred of any kind (including any kind of tr*mp support)

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IM SCREAMINGGGGGGGGGGGG

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HIS BEARD, HIS HAIR, HIS ARMS

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People saying they don’t see the difference in Chris workout journey.

April 2025 July 2026

LIKE HELLOOOOOO

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Woke up in the middle of the night to this 😍😍😍

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On My Knees

*This was requested by anon! HERE is the post*

Word count: 2.2k

Summary: In which Matt had a long day. When he comes out of his shower you decide to help him relax in a different manner.

CW: 🔞Explicit Sexual Content (Smut): blowjob, handjob, deep throating, spit, slight use of dirty talk, hair pulling, ball sucking, edging, slight face fucking, if I missed anything please let me know! If under 18, I am not responsible for the media you consume. (MDNI)

For once, your day is uneventful, but Matt’s is a different story. The second he walks through the door, you see the exhaustion on his face. His hair is messy from running his hands through it, dark circles underneath his eyes, tension in his shoulders from taking things too hard. As you lie on his bed, you watch him quietly, watching as he types away on his phone. Probably messaging one of his brothers, a faint frown on his face. When he finally looks at you, the tension on his face eases, a small smile forming. He sets his phone on the nightstand to charge and heads for the bathroom.

“I’ll be right out, okay baby?”

You nod, hearing the click of the bathroom door and the rush of the shower starting. The shuffle of clothes, the clicking of a belt coming undone, and then the sound of the glass door opening and closing. You readjust yourself, sinking deeper into Matt’s pillow, letting his scent consume you. The apartment is quiet except for the sound of the shower, and you sigh, hoping the shower will help relax him after whatever day he had.

As the shower runs, your mind drifts. The first image is of Matt under the water, droplets running over his bare skin, muscles loose and golden. Then, your thoughts grow filthier: the memory of his hands roaming your body, his mouth finding all the places that make you moan, the way his voice drops into a low rasp when he’s right on the edge. Just the memory turns you on more than you’d like to admit.

The water finally stops, and you snap back to the present, butterflies filling your stomach. The bathroom door opens, and a rush of steam follows out. Matt steps out, a white towel wrapped low around his hips. Droplets trail from his hair down broad shoulders, catching in the light and making your mouth dry. He runs a hand through his hair as he enters the room, his eyes locking on you immediately.

He pauses, taking you in. There’s an undeniable heat and tension in his gaze. You feel your cheeks blush under his gaze, teeth sinking into your bottom lip. The sight of water going down his body makes your mouth water. You so badly want to lick every droplet off of him. You lick your lips, unable to look away from him.

Matt gives a tiny smirk, tilting his head to the side as he crosses his arms. “Are you checking me out?”

You sit up and shrug. “Could be a possibility.”

He walks toward you, each step intentional. You set your phone aside, the air in the room thickening with want. He stops at the edge of the bed, his hips level with your eyes. The towel is so low, it’s causing you to short-circuit. Without thinking, your hand lifts, tracing lightly just above where fabric meets skin. His body is hot beneath your fingertips, and you hear him take a sharp inhale of air.

“You said your day was long, right?” You whisper, still watching your finger trace his skin.

“Such a long day…” he replies, voice going a bit rough. “Why do you ask?”

You finally meet his eyes again. They are a darker shade of blue now, needier. You lean in and press a soft kiss to his stomach, grinning up at him.

“I think I can find a way to make both of our days better.” You tease playfully.

Matt lets out a soft sigh and nods. Your hands slide down to the knot in the towel, and you tug gently at it. He puts one of his hands in your hair, gently brushing through as he watches, his chest rising and falling fast. You get the towel undone, and it falls fast, pooling at his feet, and there he was. Standing right in front of you like a thousand times before, naked, vulnerable, and so fucking hot.

You slip off the bed and sink to your knees, tilting your head up to look at him. His cock is already half-hard, twitching with anticipation, and you can’t help but smile at how easy it is to make him hard for you. Leaning in, you press a gentle kiss to his tip, tasting the first bead of precum at the tip. Matt’s breath stutters, his grip tightening in your hair as he lets out a shaky moan.

He looks down at you and gives you a soft smile, a silent tell that he trusts you completely when like this. Only you. There is no hesitation in his face. All you can see in him is the want and need to have your mouth taking his cock so lovingly.

You wrap your hand around his length. It’s hard and hot. You take your tongue and trace a line with it from the base of his cock all the way to his tip. You lick the precum off his tip, and it tastes slightly salty. Matt lets out a groan, and he gently pulls at your hair, his other hand coming up and rubbing his thumb along your cheek. You look back up at him and stroke him slowly.

“Fuck, I’ve missed you touching me,” he whispers.

You grin. You slowly take the tip of his cock into your mouth, swirling your tongue around it and giving it gentle sucks. He moans, his hips bucking forward, pushing more of his cock into your mouth, and the weight change is ungodly. You moan around him, half of his cock in your mouth, while the other half is being stroked by your hand.

You hollow your cheeks around him and bring your head back, stopping right before you pop off, then going right back down, meeting your hand. A loud groan is heard from above you, and that’s all you needed to keep going. As you bob your head on his dick, you look up at him, and his breath catches.

Your eyes sting with tears, his size overwhelming your mouth, but you keep sucking. Enjoying the feeling of the stretch, the fullness, and the way his cock twitches on your tongue. His thumb brushes away a stray tear, gentle and loving. He closes his eyes, groaning as you settle into a steady rhythm.

“So fucking beautiful. Making me feel so good.” Matt moans softly.

You pull off of him with a pop, and his eyes immediately look to you, confused. You keep stroking him, giving gentle squeezes as you move your hand. Before he can question why you stopped sucking him, you spit on his cock, moving your hand over it and slickening his cock with it. Matt gasps, then throws his head back.

“Feel good, baby? Want more?” You ask gently, a light teasing tone in your voice.

He nods, unable to say anything else over the sensation of you on him. The hand that is gripping your hair pushes your head towards his now wet cock. You take him into your mouth again, tracing your tongue on the underside of his cock this time. Matt was unraveling fast. You always did like how your mouth was the one thing that could make him cum fast.

“Shit. Baby, the things you do with that tongue are unholy,” he mutters.

You let out a moan, sending the vibrations through him. Your hand leaves his shaft and goes down lower. You gently cup his balls and give them a gentle squeeze, moving them around as you keep sucking. He bucks his hips forward again, and you take him even deeper. You relax your throat as much as you can. He’s not quite deep throating you yet, but he’s close, and the thought drives you wild.

Spit starts to come out the side of your mouth and makes his cock wetter, some of it sliding down to his balls, and you spread it around as you hold them. It’s messy and so perfect as you suck him even harder.

He tugs on your hair, and you let his cock fall from your mouth, breathless and confused. Matt’s face is flushed, lips parted, chest rising and falling in harsh breathing. His eyes are wide and dazed, utterly destroyed. He bends down to kiss you, mouths meeting in a messy tangle of tongues, the taste of him shared between you.

When you pull away, you whisper, “What was that for?”

He shrugs, “If you kept going, I was going to cum. I want to enjoy this.”

You giggle, and instead of going back to his cock, you go to his balls. You kiss and lick them, while using your hand to massage them. He lets out a soft curse and rubs your head softly as he watches. You get bold and pull them into your mouth, giving them a gentle suck and tease with your tongue.

“Oh, Jesus Christ.” Matt groans.

You stop sucking his ball and look back up at him. You smile softly and kiss the tip of his cock again. It’s so red and swollen from him edging himself instead of cumming like you thought he would. Matt’s heated gaze grips your jaw tightly.

“I want to cum in that pretty mouth of yours. Are you going to be a good girl and let me?” He asks.

You nod fast. He grabs your head and pushes it back to his cock, but instead of you taking control, it’s his turn. He holds your head still as he fucks your mouth. He’s not aggressive. Never is because he doesn’t want to hurt you, but he definitely is commanding the room and you with this control. You have your mouth open and just taking his cock like he wants you to.

“So pretty. Letting me fuck your mouth. I’m going to go all the way in, okay?” He moans.

You blink and look at him, a silent tell that it’s ok. Wanted even. He doesn’t need to be told twice. He pushes all the way in. His cock hits the back of your throat. You gag on it and some spit slides down your chin. Tears come out of your eyes from the contact. Matt moans at the sight. He does it again, smiling wickedly as you gag on his cock.

“Aw baby, like when you choke on my cock? Such a pretty slut you are for me.” Matt coos softly. He slowly pulls back and now is just fucking your mouth. His thumb wiping the tears from your eyes. He wipes the spit from your chin and brings it to his mouth and sucks it off. He groans.

“God, I love how you taste. My girl.” He whispers.

As he kept moving, his words became less and less coherent. Little curses and praises fall from his mouth. You hold onto his thighs for support, sucking when you have the chance, and you can feel him shaking. You know he is close.

You wrap your hands around the part that isn’t in your mouth, and you take back over. Sucking and stroking at a faster pace than he was doing. At this rate, you have one goal: make Matt cum in your mouth, let him feel good.

“You’re gonna make—” He tries to warn and pull away, but you hold him to you and go deeper, still sucking and stroking at an ungodly pace.

Both of his hands wrap into your hair, holding onto you to keep himself steady as his legs shake. A broken moan falls from his lips as he cums into your mouth, the hot and salty liquid spilling down your throat. You swallow him quickly, and just keep his cock inside your mouth until he softens, then you slowly let him slip free from your mouth.

You sit back on your knees, looking up at him. Matt’s chest moves with every breath, sweat beading at his brow. His hands move from your hair to frame your face, thumbs stroking your cheeks. Your lips are swollen, chin slick, eyes shining with satisfaction and something loving, just for him.

“I think you are trying to kill me.” His voice is raspy.

You smile, pressing a kiss to the pad of his thumb, then to his hip bone before standing. Matt pulls you into his arms, claiming your mouth in a slow, lingering kiss. The intimacy of it leaves you weak, clinging to him as if you could show him all the love you hold for him.

When you both pull away, his forehead leans against yours and whispers. “Thank you. I really needed that. Needed you.”

You kiss his jaw softly, your hands rubbing his back gently, all that tension melting from your touch. “Always. I love you.”

Matt grabs your hand and guides you to the bed, pulling you down and against him. He pulls the blankets over the both of you, wrapping his arms around you. You rest your head against his chest, hearing his heartbeat against your ear.

The moment stretches in a calm silence, both of you content just being together. His fingers are tracing lazy circles on your arm, grounding both of you into this moment of bliss. You yawn as you feel the slight traces of sleep coming over you.

As you start to drift off to sleep, Matt mumbles against your head, “It’s your turn tomorrow.”

You chuckle softly, placing a kiss on his chest. “Can’t wait.”

M yaps: I don't know if I have ever done a fic just solely based on a blowjob lmfaooo. Hope you enjoy!

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C.S | Pool Boy

(ᯤ) 𝓟𝓸𝓸𝓵 𝓑𝓸𝔂 - 𝓒𝓸𝓵𝓵𝓲𝓷 𝓢𝓪𝓵𝓬𝓲𝓭𝓸, 𝓔𝓵𝓮𝓷𝓭𝓪𝓮

ⓘ smut, poolboy!chris x trophywife!reader, switch!chris, age gap (chris is 22 and reader is 30), dubcon, groping, voyeurism, cheating, praise, oral (m & f!receiving), fingering, unprotected sex, size kink, dumbification (if you squint), breeding kink, chris is a little pervy

"...I think you missed a spot on your back. here, let me get it..."

dividers by @he-cannoli-foolhimself

It was one of those hot summer days. The sun was high in the sky, beating down over the neighborhood that smelled of freshly cut grass, savory barbecue, and a hint of citrus. Chris strolled over to your house which was just a few doors down from his, wearing a pair of black swim trunks and flip flops.

It was quite the arrangement. Chris would clean out your in-ground pool once a week, and in exchange, you'd pay him more than a reasonable amount of cash, let him go for a swim, and give him as many cold glasses of your home-made fresh-squeezed lemonade as he could possibly want. It was a win-win. You got a sparkling clean pool as well as a bit of eye candy, and Chris got some kind of relief from the grueling summer heat and some extra spending money.

Chris approached your front door, his finger tracing the door bell before he rang it, the chime sounding throughout your luxurious estate and echoing off the high ceilings. Your designer heels clicked sharply against the gold marble flooring, your ponytail bouncing with every step as you made your way to let the pool boy in.

"Chris, you made it," you greeted him with a smile, looking up at him after pulling open the heavy mahogany door open. Despite the eight year age difference and the height boost from your heels, Chris still towered over you. Your eyes flicked over his shirtless form.

"Wow, somebody's been working out." You reached out and subtly touched his bicep, your freshly-manicured hot pink nails grazing the skin that was stretched over his muscle.

A rosy blush rushed to his cheeks as he nervously ran his long fingers through his brown hair. "Thanks. I've been hitting the gym a lot this summer."

"Looks like it's paying off," you responded, giving him a playful little wink. "Come on in." You spun around, making your way back inside, Chris' eyes immediately dropping to your ass and your nicely-shaped legs that were peeking out from under your little white skirt that swayed in cadence with your stride.

"Where's your husband?" Chris wondered aloud, still ogling you as he shut the door behind him.

"Oh, you know. Business trip. The man's always working, but it's how he affords me," you laughed, strutting down the hallway and into the dining with Chris right on your heels.

It was true. You weren't just any kind of woman. You were a gorgeous, sophisticated woman with expensive taste, and you wouldn't have settled for a man who made anything less.

The thought of the two of you being all alone made his cock twitch.

"Glass of lemonade?" You offered, wandering over to a cabinet.

"Sure. I'd love one," Chris replied, licking his lips as he watched your skimpy top ride up to expose your back dimples while you reached for a tall glass on the top shelf.

"Just made a fresh batch this morning," you told him as you tugged open the fridge door, retrieving a glass pitcher from inside and filling Chris' cup to the top, the ice cubes and lemon slices making it look all the more refreshing and aesthetically pleasing. You plucked a little decorative umbrella and a pink bendy straw from a drawer, putting the final touches on the drink before sliding it across the stone slab countertop over to Chris.

"Thank you, ma'am," Chris nodded, taking the glass from you and taking a big gulp before letting out a satisfied sigh. "I'll go get started on the pool."

About twenty minutes later, Chris was in your backyard, his lemonade already half gone. He had already tested the chlorine levels of the pool and was skimming the leaves and debris from the top of the water with a net when you slipped outside in your little white bikini, your sunglasses, and a floppy sun hat.

In one hand, you held a martini glass, in the other, a small bottle of oil. Tucked under your arm was a book and slung over the other was your towel. Chris glanced up at the sound of the sliding glass door shutting behind you as you floated over towards your lounge chair.

"Hope you don't mind if I get a little sun bathing in while you work," you called out, setting up by the poolside and draping your towel over your seat before you plopped down on it.

"No, not at all," Chris shook his head, his blue eyes dancing over your figure once more. "Please do."

He fixed his gaze on your martini as you held it to your lips, secretly wishing he were the glass. Normally, you would just watch Chris from the big window in the dining room that faced the pool, and he never thought anything of it. Of course, you'd want to make sure he was doing it right and actually working, considering you were paying him by the hour.

But having you watch him up close and personal in your tight little bathing suit made him a little nervous. And undeniably excited.

He tried to focus on the job that needed to be done, but he caught a glimpse of you out of the corner of his eye, sprawled out on your sun lounger, oiling up your arms and legs. Chris couldn't help but notice the way the sun rays hit your glowing skin while you delicately ran your hands over your body.

He swallowed hard. He knew how wrong it was to be staring at a married woman, imagining putting his hands where another man's belonged, but he couldn't control himself.

He'd always secretly been attracted to you. And how could he not? You were exactly his type. Polished. Elevated. Refined. A little older. Sexy as hell. And taken, of course. But the fact that he wasn't supposed to want you made him want you even more. Like forbidden fruit.

His jaw dropped and eyes widened as he witnessed you untie the string on your bikini top, revealing your voluptuous breasts underneath. You carelessly tossed the fabric off to the side like it was nothing before you drizzled a bit of oil on your chest, sensually rubbing it in.

Chris watched in awe, drinking in the sight as you squeezed your tits together, slowly running your hands over the swell of each one and softly rolling your nipples between the pads of your fingers. You let out a soft exhale, goosebumps blooming across your warm skin as you continued to tweak your sensitive buds that hardened under your touch.

He could have sworn you were putting on a show just for him. And he wasn't going to miss a second of it.

You spotted Chris, his mouth agape, his blue eyes locked onto the way you were massaging yourself with a desperate look on his face.

"I gotta even out these tan lines somehow," you shrugged and gave him a little smile. "You don't mind, do you?"

Chris could feel the blood rushing down below his waist before you could even finish your sentence. He nodded dumbly, gaze still fixed on you as he lazily moved the skimmer about in the pool. "I mean, no. I don't mind at all, ma'am."

He tried to subtly adjust the growing bulge in him swim trunks but both his erection and his attempts to hide it didn't go unnoticed by you. You smirked, putting some more oil on your hands before rubbing them together and massaging the liquid into your bare shoulders.

You couldn't deny how much you were eating up the attention. Sure, you were the type of woman who turned heads when you went out. It's not like you weren't used to attention, but it usually came from men you didn't particularly find attractive. Chris, on the other hand, was definitely your type. Brown hair, blue eyes, tan skin, and perfectly straight, white teeth.

Out of the corner of his eye, you could see him still staring. You didn't have any intentions of taking it any further. You just liked to tease him a bit. And you liked the ego boost, knowing that even though you were getting older, you could still pull a younger, attractive guy.

His lemondade glass sat perched in the sun on the patio table between the two of you, condensation sweating down the sides of it. Without taking his eyes off of you, he set the pool net on the ground and wandered a bit closer to you, picking up the glass and sipping from the straw. However, he was feeling thirsty for something else.

He watched as you slightly arched your back off the chair, trying to cover your lower back in oil. Soon after, you flipped over, revealing your perfectly plump ass as it swallowed the g-string of your bikini. He took in the sight of you, mesmerized by your body, realizing this was his opportunity to jump in.

"I think you missed a spot on your back. Here, let me get it," he rasped, licking his lips as he closed the space between the two of you.

"Oh, Chris. You don't have to-" you started to say, but he was already reaching for the oil. Sure, you were trying to tease him a bit but you didn't expect him to take the bait so willingly. A chill ran down your spine as you felt him drip the oil on your flesh.

"I don't mind," he told you, dominantly placing his hands on your midback, kneading the liquid into your sunkissed skin with his thumbs.

"Oh," you moaned, relaxing into the sensation. His hands were so strong.

"Gotta take care of this pretty skin of yours," he whispered, his large hands roaming lower and lower before settling on either side of your waist. He couldn't help but let his thoughts wander the same way. He ever so gently grabbed your hips, imagining pulling them towards him while hitting it from the back.

He was rock hard in his swim shorts now, the dirtiest of fantasies playing out in his mind as he manhandled you.

He picked up the bottle of oil, fighting every urge to use it to jerk off with. He drizzled more onto your skin, his hands dropping to the small of your back, pressing his thumbs into your back dimples, his eyes glued to your ass.

"Oh, Chris," you moaned, feeling immediate relief as he massaged you, letting yourself relax into the chair beneath you. The sound of his name escaping your lips in such a breathy manner drove him wild.

You knew you shouldn't be letting the pool boy touch you, especially without your husband home. It was definitely crossing a line, but a part of you secretly liked it. Plus, it's not like you were let him touch you inappropriately, right?

Suddenly, your eyes shot open and you reached around behind you to swat his hand away when you felt both of his palms on each of your ass cheeks, giving them a hard and deliberate squeeze. "Christopher!"

"I'm sorry. My hand slipped," he lied, feigning innocence.

You rolled your eyes. Of course, you didn't believe him. However, you couldn't deny how much it turned you on. He couldn't find that out, though, and your husband certainly couldn't find out. "Hands above the waist, okay?" You told him.

"Mhmm," he nodded dismissively, his hands finding their way back to your midback and your shoulders. He drew circles with his thumbs as he rubbed the oil into your hot, smooth skin, and you started to relax again.

Just when you were wondering if him groping you was truly a mistake, you felt his fingers stretch around your ribcage, brushing against the side of each of your breasts, causing you to jump. "Young man! What do you think you're doing?" You scolded him, whipping around to face him, lowering your sunglasses so they were resting on the tip of your nose as you shot him a glare.

"Ma'am. I swear. It was an accident. I'm just trying to help," he replied, pretending to be just so naive and holding his hands up defensively. "I was just trying to get your front. May I?" He asked sweetly.

You sighed before hesitantly responding, "Fine, but keep your hands only in the appropriate spots. You hear me?"

He nodded timidly, pouring more oil on his hands. You flipped over, laying on your back in your lounge chair as Chris pressed his thumbs into the sole of your right foot. "Mmm," an involuntary sound slipped out from behind your lips as he massaged your arch.

"So. Your husband gone a lot?" Chris chimed in, his intense blue eyes tracing the curves of your body and your breasts that were still on display.

"Unfortunately," you sighed. "I miss him."

"I bet you get so lonely," Chris responded in a low, textured voice. "I bet sometimes you just need a helping hand around here."

You chuckled, knowing damn well what he meant. You were determined not to play into it. "Not really. I'm a pretty independent woman. I do just fine taking care of myself, thank you very much."

"I'm sure you do, but I'm sure it would be nice every once in a while to have someone else take care of your needs," Chris' voice dropped even lower as he started to work his way up to your ankle.

You groaned under the feeling of his hands when he started to massage the lower part of your legs and your calves. "That's it. Just like that, Chris," you cooed.

His eyes were locked onto your mound, the way the your bathing suit hugged your puffy lips.

"You know, if you ever need anything else while your husband's away, like changing a lightbulb or car troubles. Even if you just need a little human touch, you know how to reach me." He worked his way up your leg, massaging the plush part of your thigh. "I mean it. If you need anything at all, I'm your guy."

You knew he was hitting on you, pushing the boundaries to see how far he could go, his hands wandering higher and higher, closing in on your heat. You knew you should stop him. You were married after all. It had already gone too far.

Suddenly, he paused for a moment, and just when you were starting to miss his hands, you heard him pop open the bottle of oil again before pouring it onto your lower stomach, dripping some onto your bathing suit bottoms. He smeared the shiny oil around on your abdomen, his palm gently brushing over your mound as he rubbed it in.

"Oops," he said half-heartedly as he watched the oil seep through the fabric, rendering the white material practially see through at this point. His mouth watered at the sight of your cunt peeking back at him. He brushed his thumb over your slit, making you shudder.

He expected you to slap him or grab him by the wrist, or at the very least, scold him and protest. However, you didn't stop him. You didn't say a word. You just uttered a breathy sigh. He pressed down gently on your clit through the fabric, drawing small circles as he watched for your reaction.

"Chris.. I'm a married woman," you finally broke the silence. "Happily married."

Chris didn't stop. He just glanced around for a moment before bringing his gaze back to you. "I don't see your husband anywhere."

The way he said it made your stomach flip.

"Chris, we shouldn't be doing this," you weakly protested, the words losing their meaning when you let him continue. With every stroke of his thumb, another moral of yours went out the window.

His cock jumped, twitching against the fabric of his shorts. He loved how wrong it was. He loved that you knew how wrong it was, but that your body needed it so badly that you wouldn't dare stop him at this point.

"I know. We really shouldn't be doing this," he agreed, but he didn't stop. "Just like your husband shouldn't be leaving you all alone with the pool boy. And just like you shouldn't be stripping down in front of me while I'm trying to work." Chris continued drawing tight circles on your bundle of nerves through your oiled up bottoms. "It's too late for all that, though, isn't it?" He gave you a devious smirk, his blue eyes consumed by lust.

He paused for a moment, watching how you'd react to the sudden loss of stimulation. You ever so slightly bucked your hips up until his thumb was pressing down on your clit once more. He had you right where he wanted you, desperate and writhing beneath him.

"You'd better not tell my husband about this," you softly whispered, letting him have his way with you.

"You'd better not tell your husband about this," Chris commented back, slowly undoing your bikini bottom string.

He untied the right side first. Then the left. Then he slowly peeled them away from your body, giving him a perfect and unobstructed view of your immaculate pussy. He leaned in closer, admiring every fold, his hot breath ghosting over your heat and making you shudder.

"Chris," you whimpered as he spread you open with his long fingers.

"Look at this perfect fucking pussy," he mumbled gruffly, leveling himself between your legs. He wrapped his strong arms around your thighs, roughly pulling you closer towards him, making you gasp.

You tipped your head back, your floppy hat falling off and joining your bikini on the ground as he dragged his tongue from your weeping hole up your slit and to your clit. "Oh, Chris," you sighed, letting your eyes flutter shut for a moment as he repeated that a few times, licking slowly, deliberately, and delicately.

"You taste so fucking good," he rasped, one hand resting on your lower stomach as he worked on you with his mouth.

You were almost caught off guard by how dominant he was and the way he was speaking to you. He was always somewhat professional when he came over - "No, ma'am," "Yes, ma'am." You certainly hadn't heard him talk dirty before, and you loved it. It made you think that maybe he'd been fantasizing about this as long as you had.

He teased you some more, flattening his tongue and softly flicking it over your sensitive bud, lapping you up. His gaze flickered up at you, his blue eyes meeting yours as he closed his lips down around your bundle of nerves, suckling on it. Your toes curled as he hummed against your heat, his lips vibrating against your clit. You whimpered, running your long fingernails through his hair, gently tugging on it.

"You're doing so fucking good," he purred against you, alternating between licking and sucking. You felt him circle your entrance with a finger before pushing it in, making your jaw drop in response.

"Chrissss," you hissed, feeling yourself tighten around his knuckle. He chuckled against your cunt at your body's response before slipping in another finger. He doubled his efforts, using a combination of his tongue and fingers, making you cry out. He glanced up at you a moment, his blue eyes boring through you, sending an electrifying feeling through you.

"Your husband do it like this?" He wondered aloud, making your stomach swirl with arousal.

"That's not very nice. To ask about my husband in a situation like this," you teased him, shooting him a wicked little grin.

"Sorry," he half-heartedly apologized. "But does he?" He asked again, curiosity getting the best of him.

It turned you on even more to know that your husband was on his mind, like he was competing with him even if he wasn't there, hoping he was doing an even better job than your man could.

"Not quite like that," you replied breathlessly.

"What a shame. Guess it's a good thing I'm here. To show you how it's properly done." A mischevious smile curled on his lips before he went back to devouring you.

You could feel heat rushing to your cheeks. You'd never felt so flustered by someone younger than you.

The coil in your stomach grew tighter, threatening to snap at any moment. He continued to drive his long fingers into you, his skillful tongue drawing tight, small circles over your clit while he suckled on it.

You started to come undone, your body trembling beneath his touch, his seductive eyes locked onto yours the entire time as he finger-fucked you and licked you through your first orgasm of the day, his name uncontrollably rolling off the tip of your tongue over and over again.

"Look at what a mess we made," he smirked up at you, slurping up every last drop of your arousal.

He retreated from between your legs, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, his hard on more prominent than ever through his swim shorts.

"Come here," you cooed, shooting him a wicked grin. You hooked your manicured fingernails in his waistband, pulling him closer by the material. "Let me take care of you now."

He licked his lips and eagerly nodded, his face softening into a more submissive expression. You ran your long, pink nails over his length through the fabric, making it twitch under your touch. A smile curled on your lips at the reaction.

He looked down at you, his blue eyes full of desire. He watched intently as you lowered his waistband, his cock springing out enthusiastically. Your eyes widened when you saw how long and thick it was. You wrapped your fingers around his shaft, starting to stroke him while admiring his swollen pink tip that was slick with a layer of precum. "It's so big," you commented.

He blushed, biting down on his lip to hold back a whimper, eagerly waiting for what you were going to do next.

You kept stimulating him with your hand, gently brushing your thumb over his tip, drawing out more of that clear fluid that made the head look so shiny. He shuddered under your touch, his cock throbbing in your grasp. You couldn't resist not tasting it any longer.

He parted his luscious lips, letting out a soft exhale as you dragged your tongue over his slit, savoring his salty flavor. You pulled back his length, exposing the underside of his cock and licking a long stripe from the base to the head, tracing a prominent vein.

His hand immediately found the back of your head, his fingers tangling themselves in your hair as you took his tip into your mouth, wrapping your lips around it and gently sucking on it. He felt like he was in heaven.

"Oh, my god," he whimpered, his gaze flickering between your pretty eyes and your soft, wet mouth. "Please don't stop."

You continued to pump your hand back and forth as you took more of him, your lips sliding down his length and your tongue circling his tip. He pinned his eyebrows together, contorting his face in a look of sheer pleasure as you took every inch of him. He tightened his grip on your hair, his lips curving into a satisfied smile.

"Your husband is a very lucky man," he commented, his glazed over eyes locked on yours. "It's never felt this good before."

His flattery turned you on all over again. Hearing that he'd never had it this good before invigorated you. You doubled your efforts, hollowing out your cheeks, sucking a bit harder, your soft tongue grazing every ridge and every vein as you continued your ministrations.

You hummed around his cock, the vibration sending an electric feeling through his lower half and making him moan. You kept going, bobbing your head back and forth and twisting your wrist on the upstroke, adding an extra layer to the sensation.

Chris slowly started to lose his composure, the knot is his stomach pulling tighter. His breaths became ragged, the sloppy wet sounds of your mouth mixing with his desperate moans.

You prayed that your neighbors weren't outside to hear, all of them completely aware your husband was out on business and that today was pool cleaning day. It wouldn't have taken a detective to connect the dots.

He gently tugged on your hair, pulling you all the way down onto his cock, making you gag a bit, his hips stuttering involuntarily at the feeling. He tossed his head back, pinning his eyes closed, pleasure inscribed into his features. His orgasm crashed over him, his cock twitching uncontrollably between your lips, painting your tongue silky white.

A guttural moan fell from his lips, the aftershocks still coursing through him as you slowly and gently stroked him through the sensation, slurping up and swallowing every last drop. He peered back down at you, his eyelashes fluttering open as he silently wondered to himself if he were dreaming.

"Wow," was all he could utter once you pulled off him with a pop, giving him a teasing smirk.

"Want some more lemonade?" You asked him, glancing over at his nearby empty glass.

He nodded. "I'd love some, ma'am. Please."

You gave him a little wink, not buying his little polite and innocent facade after what he'd done to you, and what he'd let you do to him. "Be right back." You waltzed inside, completely naked, your bikini still in a pile by the pool ledge.

You came back out with a fresh glass, and Chris gulped it down eagerly, feeling parched from how many fluids you'd drained him of.

Sure, the both of had already cum, but you weren't finished with him quite yet.

Moments later, you had him completely naked, leaning back on your lounge chair as you straddled him, lining his tip up with your entrance. He peered down at the way you slipped it in, his jaw dropped and his blue eyes full of lust.

"Oh, my god," he moaned, throwing his head back as he felt your warmth envelope him. You sunk down onto his length, the wonderful stretch causing your walls to flutter around him.

"It's so big," you cooed again, sitting all the way down on it until every inch was inside of you. He throbbed at your compliment, a word he loved hearing in relation to his cock.

"Bigger than your husband's?" He piped up, his blue eyes locked onto yours.

"Christopher," you replied, smirking at him as you placed a finger to his lips, teasing him. "That's not a very polite question."

"I-I'm sorry," he whimpered beneath you as you started to ride him, swiveling your hips in a way that left his head feeling completely empty.

You wouldn't admit it, but he was bigger.

His eyes dropped to your breasts bouncing in front of him as you started to pick up the pace, his hand involuntarily flying up to cup the right one. His other hand found your waist, enjoying every second of your warmth and the sweet sounds of your pussy sucking him in.

He'd only ever experienced you like this in dreams and in his fantasies. He couldn't believe he was actually inside of you while you bounced on his cock, drawing him closer and closer to the point of no return.

All he could think about was how incredible your pussy felt wrapped around him, and all he could bring himself to mutter were unintelligible moans as you started to bring him to the edge, riding him like your life depended upon it.

"Gonna cum," he mumbled, throbbing inside of you, about to bust at any moment.

You continued bouncing on him, peering down at his rosy cheeks and his desperate and fucked out expression. He looked beautiful.

"I-I can't hold on. Gonna cum," he warned again, gripping your waist tightly with both of his hands like he was trying to lift you off of him despite how incredible it felt. "Gotta pull out."

"Shhh, just let go," you hushed him, slowing down a bit and exaggerating the movement of your hips, your walls massaging his most sensitive spots. "I don't want you to pull out."

That was all he needed. That little bit of permission. He held your hips in place, his fingers digging into your soft flesh as he thrusted into you from underneath, the tip of his cock hitting all your hard-to-reach places.

"Oh, Chris!" You called out as he pounded into you, taking charge as you both came undone in unision.

You clenched around him as you finished, the sensation sending him over the edge seconds after. His cock pulsated, several spurts of cum squirting out of his tip and pumping you full, moans spilling from his lips.

He looked up at you through his dazed expression, completely breathless before burying his face in your breasts, his arms wrapped around your waist. "Wow," he mumbled into your soft skin. "That was amazing."

You placed a hand gently on the back of his head, softly ruffling his hair as you held him, still sitting on his cock as it still subtly twitched inside of you. "You did so good."

[hannahsturnssxo]

YUMMMMMMMM🤭🤭

(And I’m not talking about the ice cream)

[chrisaddict]

NEVER touch a fucking razor ever again.

[firesignmatt]

matt saying he loves being blindfolded has me feeling a little uuhhhhhhhh

[sturnsgirlygirl]

OH MY. SOMEONE NEEDS TO REVIVE ME BACK FROM DEATH

[purrrrblonde]

𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐇𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐌𝐄, 𝐏𝐓𝟐

after hooking up with chris, you assume maybe he’ll be softer on you. god, did you think wrong.

warnings ︖ degradation use of bitch hate sex soft sex extremely toxic relationship ass slapping hair pulling finger sucking rough sex manipulation morally gray chris 18+

𝐀𝐅𝐓𝐄𝐑 hooking up with chris, you assume maybe he’ll be softer on you. god, did you think wrong. the worst part wasn’t that he ignored you afterwards. it was that he didn’t. chris still showed up whenever he wanted, acting like nothing between you had changed while simultaneously making sure you knew exactly where you stood. somewhere beneath him.

one day he’d have his hand on the back of your chair, stealing food off your plate and making everyone around you assume you were together. the next, he’d laugh when someone asked if you were dating. “her?” he’d scoff. “are you fucking serious?” and everybody would laugh because they thought he was joking. except you knew he wasn’t.

then later that night your phone would light up.

you mad?

don’t start.

you know how i am.

and somehow, somehow, you always answered.

you hated how every fight somehow ended with you apologizing for things he did. because chris never really said sorry. he just acted annoyed until you got tired of being upset.

“quit acting like i killed somebody.”

“god, you’re sensitive.”

“nobody made you stay.”

and the sick part was, he was right. nobody made you stay.

not when he disappeared for two days and came back acting irritated that you were worried. not when he flirted with girls right in front of you because “you guys weren’t official.” and especially not when he called you a bitch for crying and clingy for going quiet. and maybe you were.

tonight, though, you promised yourself things would be different. you ignored his first text. then the second. and the third.

chris

open the door.

you rolled your eyes and tossed your phone aside.

another message came in.

i can literally see your bedroom light.

your stomach dropped.

three knocks followed.

not angry, but not soft. just familiar.

you sat frozen on the edge of your bed, staring at your phone while another message appeared.

don’t do this shit tonight.

then, a minute later,

seriously?

and then,

fine.

you waited for the sound of his car starting. waited for him to leave. instead, your phone rang. you let it go to voicemail.

it rang again.

and again.

and then a text.

i’m not leaving.

another.

you wanna bitch at me? fine.

but don’t sit in there on your fucking high horse and pretend you don’t miss this dick.

you should’ve turned the light off. instead, you found yourself walking toward the front door. because no matter how many times chris broke your heart, no matter how many times he made you feel stupid for loving him, no matter how badly you wanted to hate him—

you still opened the door. and one look at his face told you immediately that he wasn’t here to apologize.

he was here because he was angry. and he was about to take that out on you in the best way.

“you gonna leave me standing out here all night?” he didn’t wait for an answer, just pushed past you into the house. you watched him run a hand through his hair, looking frustrated and gorgeous and everything you wanted to punch and kiss all at once.

"you know what your problem is?" he turned to face you, unbuttoning his jacket. "you think you're so goddamn important. that just because i fuck you sometimes, you mean something to me." he stepped closer, towering over you. "newsflash, bitch. you don't."

you laugh bitterly, leaning against the back of the couch. “that’s fucking rich, chris. i can find dick anywhere and you know it. i think you’re the one who thinks they’re fucking important.” his jaw tensed, eyes darkening. he loved that mouth. hated that mouth. "then go ahead," he challenged, closing the distance between them. "find some other dickhead to warm your bed. see if i give a fuck." his voice dropped dangerously low. “i think you give a few, chris. what are you even here for? to go back and forth with me?”

"no," he snapped, unbuckling his belt. "i'm here because i haven't fucked you in three days." he kicked off his shoes, starting to unbutton his pants. "and because you ignored my calls. and texts." your eyes widened a little bit, part of you thinking back to the first hookup, and how that gentle chris hasn’t been seen since. "don't look at me like that," he warned, pushing his pants down his hips. "you knew exactly what you were doing when you opened the door." he stepped out of his pants, standing in just his boxers and shirt. his hard dick was obvious through the fabric. "now turn around and bend over the couch."

you rolled your eyes again, but your body was already reacting to his commanding voice. you walked over to the couch and bent over it, raising your ass in the air for him. you could hear him pull his boxers down, then the sound of a condom wrapper. he was on you in seconds, slamming into your bare pussy without warning. no warning, no warm-up. he gripped your hips hard, fingers digging into your skin as he snapped his hips forward, fucking you roughly. no kisses or gentle touches. just hard, punishing thrusts designed to make you feel every inch of him. he was angry. he was horny.

he leaned over you, one hand sliding up your back to grip your hair and pull your head back. "missed this pussy," he growled into your ear, his other hand reaching around to roughly squeeze your breast. his pace was brutal, each thrust hitting deep inside you. “really?” you managed, tone laced with snark. “would’ve never guessed from the way you treat it.”

"shut up and take this dick," he groaned, slapping your ass hard enough to leave a mark. "you love this rough shit." he was right and you hated that he knew your body better than you sometimes did. each harsh thrust made your eyes roll back. "look at you," he grunted, watching your pussy swallow his cock over and over. "so fucking greedy for this dick. you mad at me or not? 'cause your pussy's soaking wet."

“fuck- chris, chris,” you whined out despite yourself. he smirked against your neck, satisfaction coursing through him at the sound of his nickname falling from your lips like that. like you were begging for him despite your earlier attitude. "what baby?" he thrust deeper, harder, hitting that spot inside you that made your vision blur. "you need this?"

you groaned, arm snaking behind you back to tap his bicep. you wanted him to act like he didn’t hate you for five minutes and fuck you nice. he slowed his thrusts, releasing your hair to wrap his arms around you instead. he kissed your neck gently, continuing to push inside you slowly. "like that?" he whispered against your neck, sucking softly on your skin. "you wanna be fucked all sweet now?" he could feel you melting into him, your pussy softening and gripping him tightly with each slow thrust. he spread your ass cheeks wider, watching his thick length disappear inside you over and over. he pushed deep, then pulled back, dragging his tip against your sensitive clit with each motion. it would always puzzle you how he could switch like that.

he kept the pace slow, torturously slow, his fingers playing with your clit as he hit that deep spot inside you. his kisses moved from your neck to your shoulders, gentle and almost loving. his other hand moved up to cup your breast, thumb brushing over your nipple.

"you're so fucking pretty when you're not being a bitch," he murmured against your skin, his pace picking up slightly but still staying gentle. "your pussy's like heaven right now. so tight, so wet." he squeezed your breast harder, pulling your nipple between his fingers. you let out a moan, pushing back against him

he smiled against your neck, his thrusts becoming more forceful but still not as hard as before. he loved when you pushed back against him like that, like you couldn't get enough of his dick. he spread his legs wider, going deeper inside you with each push. "that's it,"

"take this dick nice and slow," he whispered, his fingers twisting your hair gently to pull your head back further. "keep pushing that fat ass back against me." he groaned loudly when you did just that, his hips snapping forward hard enough to hit that spot inside you repeatedly. "fuck, you feel so good like this," he groaned, one hand moving from your breast to your mouth. "open up, baby." he slid two fingers past your lips, making you suck on them while he continued to fuck you slowly from behind.

he groaned low in his throat, feeling that familiar pressure build. "gonna fill you up," he warned, though he knew he was already wearing a condom. the words were for show, to watch you shiver underneath him. his thrusts became erratic, chasing his orgasm while still being gentle with you. "you gonna take it?"

you let out a whiny ‘yes’, drooling on the edge of the couch. "fuck," he hissed, the sight of you drooling and whining for his dick pushing him over the edge. he buried himself deep inside you, his hips stuttering as he came hard in the condom. "take it baby,"

he stayed buried inside you, his fingers still in your mouth as he caught his breath. after a moment, he slowly pulled out, making sure the condom was secure before tossing it aside. he gently turned you around, lifting you up to sit on the arm of the couch. he pushed your legs apart, stepping between them. his hands went to your face, tilting your chin up so he could look at you. his expression was soft, post-coital bliss making his features gentle. "you good?" he asked quietly, thumbs brushing your cheeks.

you said something unintelligible, mind too fuzzy. your head fell forwards, buried into his chest and letting out a small ‘i love you.’

he went completely still at the mumbled words, heart clenching tightly in his chest. he knew you didn't mean to say it, knew it was just a post-orgasm brain dump, but hearing those three words from your mouth made something inside him shift. his hands moved from your face to your waist, holding you gently as he let out a slow breath. instead of pulling away or making a joke like he normally would've, he simply wrapped his arms around you and held you close. "come on," he murmured softly.

he lifted you up into his arms, cradling you against his chest as he carried you to the bedroom. he laid you down gently on the bed, climbing in beside you and pulling the covers over both of you. and this? this was the turning point.

𝐃𝐘𝐋𝐀𝐍'𝐒 𝐓𝐈𝐃𝐁𝐈𝐓𝐒: not proofread & ts took me foreva

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[hannahsturnssxo]

Please Matt let me nibble at your neck 😫🤭

[chrishogwarts]

channeling my inner skye teller..what happens when you can’t decide

[salemsturniolo]

Texting Chris Sturniolo.

-Friends With Benefits Edition.

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