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@meg-sturniolo
The age I had when I was reading the most outrageous disgustingly perverted graphic fanfics known to humankind.
your presence â chris sturniolo
pairing: perv!chris x bsf!reader
includes: m!masturbation, chris getting caught, chris having sexual thoughts/fantasies, lowkey sub!chris, idk what else
it was never supposed to happen.
he was never supposed to feel this way about you. his best friend.
youâre hanging out with him, nick, and matt in their living room. the four of you are sitting on the couch, watching and commenting on the show love island. your sat next to nick, chris and matt on the other couch. chris keeps glancing over at you as if he needs to tell you something. but you donât pay any mind to it, giving him a small smile before returning your attention to the show. nick and matt are engrossed in it, acting like theyâre actually in the show and yelling at the screen.
chrisâs eyes trail over you despite how hard he tries not to let them. first, his eyes trail over your eyes. watching how they move subtly. then your lips, noticing how plump and perfect they look. how much better theyâd look wrapped around hisâ
then his eyes then go down to your cleavage. he didnât mean to be weird. he didnât want to. he didnât even want to be thinking of you like this. but he just couldnât help it. the way your tank top outlines your curves even sitting down, the way your hair falls over your shoulders, the way your boobs practically spill out of your black tank topâŠ
he swallows thickly, shifting in his seat. he forces his gaze to go back to the tv screen as he adjusts himself somewhat discreetly. he forces himself not to look at you. but itâs like your engraved in his mind right now. his breathing gets heavier and shallower. he couldnât be more grateful for the blanket covering his sweatpants.
matt looks over at chris, noticing his quietness. usually matt is quieter than chris. but not this time. âhey, yâalright?â he questions, looking chris up and down, taking note of his flushed and almost panicked state.
chris looks over at him, nodding a little too fast. âyeah, iâm just really hot.â he breathes out, shifting the blanket.
matt raises his eyebrows, not believing him but not caring enough to pry. âalright.â he mumbles, turning his attention back to the tv and giggling at nicks comments.
you glance over at chris, noticing his state too. his eyes meet yours, and he whimpers under his breath, swallowing thickly. he doesnât even care how he looks right nowâhe needs to rub one out real quick.
he stands up abruptly, adjusting his grey sweatpants as he does so. you watch him, and immediately notice the huge bulge in his sweatpants. your face flushes as you look up and see his eyes staring at you. âiâi have to use the bathroom.â chris mumbles before practically jogging out of the room, running upstairs to his bedroom. not the bathroom like he said.
âthe fuck is his deal?â matt says, looking at you and nick.
âkid probably has to shit real bad.â nick jokes, making you giggle. you turn back to watch the tv, but you canât stop thinking about what you saw. how big his bulge was, how he was breathing so heavy, how his face looked so desperate and flushedâŠ
chris goes in the bedroom, not even bothering to fully close the door. he lays on his bed, his back resting against the headboard of his bed. he lifts his hips slightly to take off his sweatpants and his boxers in one go. his hard dick slaps against his abdomen, and he hisses slightly at the feeling and the cold air hitting him.
he lays back against the bed before he slowly wraps his hand around the base of his dick. he starts slowâhe strokes himself gently, going from the base of his dick and to his tip, occasionally rubbing his thumb along his slit. he moans at the feeling of finally being able to touch himself.
he squeezes his dick slightly, adding more pressure. âoâoh fuck-â he stammers out. his hips buck instinctively, chasing the feeling.
he canât help but imagine your lips wrapped around his dick. how youâd take it all, tears streaming down your face as he repeatedly face-fucks you. how beautiful youâd look with his length down your throat, his balls slapping your chin with every rough thrust of his hips.
he gets to the tip of his dick, and runs the pad of his thumb over his slit. he shudders, his head tilting back against the headboard, his eyes squeezing shut.
âmâso closeâŠoh myâfuckââ he whines, his brows pinching together. his hips buck, practically fucking his fist now.
â
âwhere is chris? itâs been like.. five minutes.â nick comments as he looks over at you.
âi know right.â you comment, âiâm gonna check on him, actually.â you say before standing up. nick and matt just nod in response, not thinking about it too much.
but you knew what chris was doing.
you go upstairs, checking the bathroom only to see no one in there. you walk towards his room, to which you hear muffled whimpers and moans. you walk into his room, acting like you donât know heâs jerking off. youâre not sure where the confidence came from yourself, as you really only saw chris as your best friend.
âhey, chris, matt and nick wanted me to check up on yââ you begin, opening the door. you stop when you see him. the sight is even more beautiful than you couldâve imagined.
his face is so fucked out, hair messy, brows pinched together, jaw slack, panting and whimpering like a puppy.
his eyes open when he hears you, his hand never stopping its motions.
âget outâfuckââ he begins to respond, but gets interrupted by a moan. he whines, his head tilts back against the headboard. you stand there almost dumbly. he tries to cover himself, he tries to come back to reality. he really did try to stop, but the knot in his stomach is so taut.
heâs about to take his hand off of his dick. to try to act somewhat casual. but as soon as his eyes focus on youâactually focusesâhe cums right then and there uncontrollably.
he cries out, spasms taking over his body as spurts of cum cover his hand and abdomen. his hips buck as he tries to cover himself poorly. âfâfuck! get outââ he struggles to say as his eyes roll into the back of his head briefly, the feeling overwhelming but not stopping as it rushes through his body.
you step back, watching his body practically go limp as his orgasm ends. your faced is flushed, your panties soaked. âchris iâm sorryââ you begins to apologize, but he just shakes his head.
âitâs fine. just get out and donât tell anyone.â he pants, finally bringing a blanket over his lower half. you simply nod, walking back downstairs.
heâs so fucking embarrassed.
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credits to whoever made this au idk who made it!
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âmmpfh- just like that.. mhm..â
chrisâs head is thrown back against the wall, his hips lazily bucking up every now and then. and you? youâre on your knees in front of him, his cock shoved down your throat.
you glance up at him, letting go of his dick to stroke him, focusing on his scrunched up face. he groans.
âcmon, mouth again..â
he mumbles, glancing down at you with half lidded eyes, who are slightly glazed over in arousal. you chuckle, shaking your head in teasing disappointment before taking him in your mouth again, eyes locked on his this time.
you suck on his tip, making his hips stutter.
âah.. yeah like that..â he moans softly, hands gripping the back of your head along with your hair.
a sound escapes you, muffled due his cock in your mouth. he gives you a smirk, licking his lips as he takes in the sight of you on your knees.
âmhm.. there we go.. oâohh..â
he trails off as you take him deeper with a smirk, chris bites his lips, resting his head against the wall.
his chest is heaving up and down quicker now, his breathing growing heavier. his grip on your hair tightens, a low moan escapes him.
âfuck baby.. iâm gonnaângh..â
he moans again, and you can practically feel his wall crashing down as his voice cracks.
and thatâs the moment when you let go of him with a pop, glancing up at him innocently, a small smirk on your face.
his eyes snap open, he stares down at you, brows furrowed.
âthe fuck you doing?â he grumbles, and you shrug, the smirk never disappearing of your face. he groans, clearly frustrated.
âi was fuckinâ close, câmon..â he mumbles, holding the back of your head and pushing you forward again. but you refuse, tutting softly.
âyou should work on your manners.â
you whisper, a smile on your face. and this time a small whine escapes him, covered by a groan he lets out short after, as if that distracts you from the fact he basically whined.
you give him a fake sweet smile, shifting on your knees as your hand gives hisâstill rock hardâ dick a few slow strokes, just not enough to make him feel satisfied.
he groans, his eyes squeezing shut. his hand, that was first roughly moving through your hair, now has seemed to slowed down, his touch more gentle than first.
you smirk to yourself, knowing his wall is crumbling more and more, a slight crack appearing in his ego.
âcâmonâŠâ he whispers, hips bucking forward. the sight is almost pathetic, and it makes you stiffle a laugh.
your hand slows down even more on his cock, which is leaking precum, needing attention.
he whines. âgod please.. please..â he whispers the last word like a plea, his voice cracking for the first time ever.
and you canât help but squeeze your legs together as you look at his state, his face that is normally scrunched together in a scoff, is now flushed, brows knitted together.
you lean forward and take him in your mouth again, causing a strangled moan to escape chris.
âf-fuckâŠâ
you hum around his cock, bobbing your head up and down faster. he moans once again, hips bucking forward as he throws his head back.
after a short moment, his breathing quickens again, his mouth agape in an O shape.
âgonnaâ gonnaââ he pants out, his back arched slightly. and instead of giving him the satisfaction he wants, you simply remove your mouth from his dick once again, smiling up at him evilly.
chris whimpers in response, his usual dominance completely vanished into thin air. his dick throbs in need as he glances down at you with half lidded eyes.
and you donât have to tell him anything, because he frowns slightly in need, his voice coming out strained.
âplease⊠more..â
an almost proud smile curls at the corners of your lips. itâs rare to see chris like this, so vulnerable, so needy.
it makes you even wetter than youâd like to admit, so when the boy whines once again, whimpering something about âneeding thisâ, you decide to take him back in your mouth, sucking him off again and letting him reach his release.
but not before edging him one last time, just for your own amusement.
a/n another request :) hope this is good enough đ it got kinda sloppy towards the end im sorryyy
STEP BY STEP
inexperienced!matt x reader
part 2
â ïžïž1.3k+ words, nsfw, first time handjob, shower scene, virgin matt, gentle reader.
summary: a week after your first step, you return to mattâs house only to realize heâs been eagerly waiting to continue your promise of ânext timeâ
part 1
itâs been a week since that night. the night when matt finally confessed his absolute virginity and inexperience. the night when you two took the first step.
you couldnât stop thinking about the way he looked under you, cumming in his pants whilst clinging onto you and moaning your name.
youâre stood outside mattâs front door when you notice his silhouette pacing through the living room curtains. before you can even bring your knuckles to the door, it swings open.
âyouâre here! thatâs- good. thatâs really goodâ he grins immediately before stepping to the side to let you inside.
as you kick off your shoes, matt starts rambling about his day. you catch his wrists mid air as he gestures towards the kitchen for no reason. his pulse is thumping under your fingers.
"okay, what's with you?" you laugh. his eyes dart to the ceiling, then the floor, anywhere but you. "did you have a red bull or something?"
"nothing! i'm just... normal, i swear" he insists, but you don't miss the way he tugs at the sleeves of his sweater nervously. the same sweater he wore last week.
once you actually make it to matt's bedroom, you jump flat onto his familiar mattress, sinking into the sheets. the clean smell of laundry detergent fills your nostrils, like he washed them just before you arrived. you stretch out, propping yourself on your elbows. "so, what are we watching? something scary? or are you in the mood for-"
matt's head whips around so fast you can almost hear the air crack.
"i thought we were getting naked?"
the words hang there, raw and honest. an innocent, confused look plasters his face until his eyes widen, like his brain just caught up with his mouth. "fuck, i mean-"
you stare at him, slightly caught off guard, as everything you said clicks back into place.
'and maybe next time... without all the clothes in the way?'
"oh, matt" you breathe out with a gentle smile.
he won't look at you now. he's completely mortified with the words that he let slip out of his mouth. "i didn't mean- i just- you said next time, and it is next time so i just thought..."
"hey, look," you start as you get up to pry his hands away from his flushed face. you bite your lip to stop the laugh that's threatening to come out. "i do want to, believe me, it just slipped my mind... and i didn't expect you to take 'next time' so literally"
he smiles sheepishly, a pink warmth creeping up his neck. "sorry, i just got excited. was i not meant to bring it up?"
"you've been obsessing over this all week, haven't you?" you smirk teasingly. "but just remember i'm not rushing you, i'm ready whenever you are."
i can basically see the cogs turning in his head, his eyebrows knitting together. "i'm ready today...like, now"
the way he says it, half bracing for rejection and half needy, surprises you. he's so forward today. you nod nonetheless, agreeing with his proposal.
for a while you both just stand in the middle of his room, staring at each other like you don't quite believe what you've just agreed to. the silence is deafeningly awkward.
matt's voice drops lower, oddly serious as he gestures between the both of you. "so uh... who goes first?"
"first?" you frown, confused.
"y'know, like who's gonna get naked first? is there like a rule, do i have to? cause honestly i would prefer if you went first but.." the question hangs there, so painfully earnest that you have to seal your lips to suppress a smirk.
a snort escapes your mouth and you shake your head. "do you really expect me to just stand in your bedroom naked?"
"oh, no- fuck, i don't know-" he stammers in a panic, looking to the floor.
"c'mon," you start, grabbing his wrists and leading him towards the bathroom. your thumb brushes reassuringly over his racing pulse. "how about we have a shower?"
"shower?" matt asks, completely bewildered. he sniffs the air like he's checking for something then stiffens. "wait-why? do i smell? do you smell?"
you burst out in a fit of giggles, leaning in so your lips graze his ear. "no idiot, i meant together"
"ohhh," his sighs in realisation before his breath hitches. "oh."
when you're in the bathroom you immediately start undressing without a hint of hesitation, though your heart is racing. you're halfway out your jeans when you realise matt hasn't moved an inch, he's just standing there entranced, fingers twitching at his sides.
"a little help?" you ask, breaking the silence, nodding towards the shower controls.
his gaze drags up and down your body, mouth slightly agape before he jolts like he's been shocked. "fuck-! not objectifying you, i swear!"
his hands reach to fumble with the shower dial, making sure the temperature is just right.
you step into the shower first letting the heat massage your tense shoulders. you look back towards matt who is still stood mesmerised, pupils clearly focussed below your face. "you coming?"
he simply nods, like he doesn't trust himself to speak right now, before slowly pulling his sweater and shirt off together. his jeans tangle themselves around his ankles and he almost faceplants trying to kick them off. when he finally stands, completely bare, his cock springs free. stiff. already leaking.
you don't mean to stare, but fuck. it's hard not to when it's so thick, flushed pink and twitches when you bite your lip. "you've been hiding that from me this whole time?"
he rolls his eyes, almost wanting to cover himself out of embarrassment. when he finally joins you in the steam filled shower, you can't help but reach out to drag your fingertips over his hipbone, his hips jerking forward in retaliation and goosebumps coating his body.
"you okay?" you ask, purposefully inching a little closer so your spiked nipples brush his chest.
he swallows nervously, eyes tracing your hands every move over his body. "yeah just- fuck, i don't know what to do with my hands"
instantly, your hands find his, guiding them to your waist. "start here,"
the smooth pads of his fingers hesitantly venture up your torso before reaching the undersides of your breasts. he looks up at you with them large, desperate blue eyes, silently asking for permission.
the second you agree, his palms finally cup you, kneading experimentally. the way he touches you, reverent, almost awed makes your stomach twist. he's staring at his own hands like he can't believe they're allowed there. you almost miss the quiet whisper under his breath, "they're so fucking soft".
youâre digits slide through his dripping hair, scratching his scalp to make his eyes flutter shut. the more needy he gets, the more his hips jerks, cock bumping against your thigh.
you bring your free hand down to his crotch, gently cupping his balls. âis this okay.?â
the strangled groan that tears through his throat tells you itâs more than okay. precum beads at his tip so you swiftly smooth it down his length, feeling the veins pulsing under your thumb.
when you finally start to stroke slowly, his knees actually buckle and you have to grab his shoulders to steady him. a teasing grin spreads over your face. âyou good?â
âholy shit- holy shit,â he babbles, forehead dropping to your shoulder with a broken moan which goes straight to your core.
your hand speeds up itâs pumping, matching the pace at which heâs thrusting into it, chasing friction. heâs breathing like heâs just ran a marathon yet he still tries to place wet kisses to your collarbone.
his hands scramble to your back, blunt nails dragging down your spine. you can tell how close he is from the way his thighs tremble.
âiâm gonna- iâm gonna-â he cuts himself off with a guttural moan, shooting spurts of thick sperm into your hand and the shower floor, which quickly runs down the drain.
the both of you just stand there for a couple minutes, letting matt catch his breath and clear his head as the warm water cleans away his sweat.
a/n: guess whoâs back đđ. this genuinely was so hard for me to get motivated to continue, but i love you all! if you wanna be added or taken away from this taglist just say cause i know my last inexperienced!matt post was a while ago.
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STEP BY STEP
inexperienced!matt x reader
part 1
â ïžïž 1.5k+ words, dry humping, grinding, virgin matt, gentle reader, finishing in pants
summary: after six months of only kissing, you finally make a move on matt and discover that behind his confident front, heâs completely inexperienced, leading to the start of something much more intimate
youâve been dating matt for six months now, and theyâve easily been the best six months of your life.
heâs nothing like your past relationships. with matt, you can actually picture a future, and the thought of being away from him is painful.
but all you ever do is⊠kiss.
not that kissing him is something to complain about, obviously. the way his cheeks grow hot and how his hands fumble over your body is addicting. you could kiss him 24/7 if heâd let you. but still, youâre just a girl, and your body aches for more.
matt has never once initiated any more than that. youâve always assumed itâs cause heâs a very shy, awkward boy; even though he carries himself like a confident, experienced guy.
his dirty jokes and the books on his shelf that are anything but innocent would make you think heâs the kind of guy whoâs done it all before, who knows how to please a girl.
but a whole six months in with nothing more but making out? youâre starting to realise that maybe youâll have to be the one to push things forwards, which is not your usual role. youâve never made the first move.
but with matt, you want him badly enough to try.
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the sturniolo household, mattâs bedroom and his lips against yours had become your safe space. and right now, youâre awkwardly sat cross-legged on his bed in front of him as you make out.
the kiss is quite tender and careful, like heâs scared heâll do something wrong. you can practically feel the flustered heat of his cheek against yours. he kisses like itâs all he knows, like he could live off of it. maybe thatâs part of the problem.
the angle youâre at is so awkward, both your backs are slightly hunched over and your hands on your laps.
you decide to shift over, gently climbing into his lap to straddle his thighs. anything closer than kissing feels like heaven.
however, matt pulls back with such force that youâd think heâs been burnt. he stares at you, wide eyed and confused.
âw-what are you doing?â he laughs awkwardly, trying to hide his nervousness. âyouâve never done that.â
you blink at him, a little startled by the reaction, but laugh reassuringly. ârelax, my back was killing me, thatâs all. this is more comfortable. itâs okay right?â
he nods rapidly and clears his throat. âoh- yeah, courseâ
he eventually leans forward to kiss you again, he canât be away from your lips for too long. his hands stay planted on the sheets beside him.
youâve never been this close to matt, and itâs making heat twist low in your stomach. you deepen the kiss subconsciously and before you can second guess yourself, you roll your hips against him.
you couldnât help yourself, you wanted more and it felt too good to stop.
matt freezes, lips parted in shock. then he brings his hands to your waist hard enough to push you back a few inches.
âwhoa, stop, just- too close,â he blurts out, voice trembling.
your stomach drops. the one time you decide to make the first move, you ruin everything. âiâm sor- was that not okay?â
his jaw hesitates as he fights himself and his head shakes back and forth. âitâs not that i- itâs more than okay itâs perfect i just-â
you bring your hand to his, tracing circles with your thumb as he struggles to get his words out.
âiâve just not done anything like that before. not⊠that, not anything..â he exhales shakily.
the silence that follows is heavy, mattâs cheeks burning red as he stares down at his lap. you can see how badly he wishes he could disappear.
ââŠanything?â you whisper like itâs a secret.
he gives the tiniest, awkwardest nod, bracing himself for rejection. âyeah, nothing. youâre my first.. my first everything. i just didnât tell you cause iâm 22 with no experience what so ever, thatâs lame.â
your eyes are wide with shock, not bad shock, itâs just not expected. âwow uh- i mean thatâs okay! thatâs normal, we are just meant to tell each other these things.â
âjust- donât think itâs cause i donât wanna do more, cause i do! i really do. god, you donât even know how much i think about it..â he trails off realising the implications to his words.
you bite back a smile, because as much as your heart aches for his nerves, the confession makes warmth spread through your chest. âlook, we donât have to do everything all at once. we can just take it step by step.â
his head bobs eagerly, relief written all over his face like youâve lifted the world off his shoulders. âiâd like that. i didnât wanna have sex now⊠not saying i donât wanna have sex with you! i-iâm just not ready now⊠were you even talking about sex?â
you almost snort at his nervous blabbering, but scoot up his thighs a little more so youâre back in your original position. you lean in closer, breathing hot air against his neck. âwhat if we finish what i tried to start tonight?â
his eyes widen with panic and desire, but he eventually curves his lips up into a genuine smile and whispers, âplease,â
-
you can tell the way heâs kissing you this time is different. itâs more shaky, nervous but also thereâs more want.
âare you sure you want this? we donât have to,â you ask cautiously, but matt doesnât even respond, just trying to reattach his lips to yours.
tentatively, you roll your hips. just once, a small movement, enough to press yourself down against him. a sharp inhale escapes his throat, muffled by your mouth.
his uncertain hands hover mid air, unsure where to put them until you guide them to your waist. your voice is slightly teasing, âyou can touch me yâknow.â
âi know,â he says, feigning nonchalance. however when you grind against him, firmer this time, his fingers grip against your sides tighter.
matt jerks his hips up on instinct, then freezes, eyes wide in panic. âs-sorry, i couldnât help it-â
you cut him off with another slow grind, savouring in the way he goes completely silent and thunks his head back on the headboard. âdonât apologise, itâs perfect. donât stop.â
he obeys, attempting to follow your rhythm but it just ends up a bit eager and jerky. every time he thrusts a whine is drawn from the back of his throat which he tries to hide by biting on his wrist, but itâs not much help.
eventually, both of your paces speed up and matt can feel his dick getting stiffer in his sweats.
âgod y-you feel so good, i canât-â he repeats like heâs never felt more pleasure, but he shakes his head and refocuses on your pleasure.
âare you..do you like it?â he asks, his voice cracking at his polite attempt to ask you if youâre turned on.
you laugh softly, grabbing his hand and guiding it to the wetness of your shorts between your thighs. his breath hitches. âtrust me, iâm enjoying it.â
the knot in your belly becomes dangerously close to snapping as the friction builds. mattâs name spills out of your mouth without a second thought. âmatthew,â
his whole body jerks beneath you, pupils blown wide, and he barely chokes out, "d-don'tâŠdon't say my name, i'll cum in my pants,"
you grin, leaning forward to rest your head on his chest as you work your hips harder. âthatâs the point, genius.â
the pressure peaks, and you finally tip over the edge with a gasp and a moan that sounds too filthy for mattâs ears to be real. your thighs clamp around his hips as you ride it out.
matt watches as you cum, completely transfixed by this new sight. heâs definitely mentally screenshotting your orgasm face.
without a warning, he chokes out your name and spills his hot load into his sweats. his arms practically hug you as he shudders through it, whimpering into your neck.
for a moment neither of you move, just completely jelly against each other as you try and catch your breath.
matt breaks the silence, smiling wide like a kid on christmas. âthat was better than i could of ever imagined.â
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youâre now both cleaned up, laying on his bed and soaking up each others heat. you glace at the clock on his nightstand and sigh, âi should probably head home, i donât wanna be driving in the dark.â
matt groans immediately, wrapping his arms tighter around you like that might keep you there. ânooo. not yet. i wanna⊠do it again.â
ânext time. weâll have plenty of time.â you say, kissing the top of his nose. you pause, letting your words sink in before adding lightly, âand maybe next time⊠without all the clothes in the way.â
his eyes widen, lighting up in a way that makes your stomach flip. âreally?â
âreally,â you promise, brushing your thumb over his flushed cheek.
he breaks into a boyish grin, filled with so much excitement you can practically feel it radiating off him. and as you finally gather your things to leave, you know mattâs already counting down the minutes until next time.
a/n- i hope this goes smoothly đŁ iâve been having problems with tumblr not showing my dividers so this better work. if you wanna be added to the inexperienced!matt taglist, just comment!!
pound into me from behind and pull me up by my hair to tell me how good iâm gonna look with a belly full of your babies while i cry and beg you not to cum inside đ©·đ©·đ©·
đđđ đđđ đđđđ đđ đđđđđđđ
... in which cocky!sub!chris swears he'd never whimper or beg and you try and prove him wrong
cw: subbbyyyy, whimpering, handjob, blowjob, p in v, pussy eating
âYouâre so full of yourself,â you said, hovering just close enough for him to feel your breath against his jaw.
Chris grinned like the devil. âI mean, can you blame me?â
You rolled your eyes, letting your fingertips drag slowly down his chest. âYou really think youâve got all the control, huh?â
âI know I do.â His voice dipped, cocky and confident. âIâm not like those other guys you mess with. I donât beg. I donât whimper. And I sure as hell donât give up control.â
That made you laughâlow and dangerous. âIs that a challenge?â
His eyes flicked to your mouth. âIâm just telling you whatâs real, baby.â
You stepped in closer, letting your hand slip lower, pressing over the bulge in his jeans with featherlight pressure.
Chris sucked in a breath through his noseâsharp. But his eyes were still dark and lustful.
âI could make you fall apart,â you whispered, teasing him through the denim, slow and maddening. âI could have you crying for it if I wanted to.â
He scoffedârolling his eyes. âNo chance.â
You kissed the corner of his mouth, soft and mocking. âYouâd beg me to let you come. Youâd sob when I didnât.â
Chris swallowed. You felt it. âI donât sob.â
âYou will.â
You dragged his zipper down slow. Deliberate. Let his cock spring free into your hand, already twitching, already flushed deep and leaking. His jaw clenched.
âStill think youâve got all the control?â you purred.
Chris tried to speak. Tried to say something cocky. But all that came out was a stuttering breath and the tiniest noise from the back of his throat.
You smiled.
âYouâre already whimpering.â
âIâm notââs just cause youâre holding my dickâ His thighs flexed under your grip. He looked down at you like he couldnât decide if he wanted to pick you up and flip you over or let you do whatever you wanted to himâ but he wasnât giving up easily.
You squeezed him gently, twisting your wrist the way you knew he liked.
His knees buckled.
âOh, fuckââ he gasped.
There it was. The high, soft groan he swore he didnât make. Cracked right out of his pretty mouth.
You looked up at him, all fake-innocent. âWhat was that?â
Chris shook his head, pretending it didnât happen, cheeks flushed, lips parted. âWasnât a whimper.â
You leaned in, pressed your lips to his throat, feeling the frantic pulse there, despite his cocky demeanor.
âI havenât even started yet.â
âI can take it,â he muttered, jaw clenched. âYouâre not gonna break me.â
You raised a brow. âNo?â
âIâve had worse.â
You leaned in close, your breath hot against his cheek. âMm. Youâve never had me.â
And then you sank to your knees.
Chris flinched.
His hands twitched like he wanted to grab your hair, but he didnât dare. You licked a slow stripe up the underside of his cock, deliberately slow, teasing. His hips jerked forward before he could stop them.
âAlready twitching?â you teased. âThat didnât take long.â
He let out a low, strained breath through his nose. âItâs not like youâre bad at it,â he muttered, trying to sound casual.
You smirked. âIâm better than bad.â
He didnât answer. He couldnât.
Because then you took him into your mouthâdeep, wet, slow enough to burn. His hands balled into fists at his sides, knuckles white. You watched his stomach contract, his thighs tense.
Still silent.
Still trying to win.
So you got meaner.
You hollowed your cheeks, sucked harder. Let your spit drip down his shaft as you bobbed your head, slow and relentless. You moaned around him, loud on purpose, and he whined. A barely-there breathy little gasp that gave him away.
He bit his lip. You pulled off.
âYouâre gonna bleed if you keep biting down like that,â you warned, pumping him lazily with your hand. âYou gonna cry before you come, Chris?â
His eyes were glassy. âIâm fine.â
You tilted your head. âYouâre shaking.â
âIâmâfine.â His voice cracked on the word.
You gave him one long stroke, base to tip, and his hips thrusted without meaning to.
âYouâre thrusting into my hand,â you pointed out.
He swore under his breath.
âWhatâs that? Didnât catch it.â
âFuck. You.â
You grinned. âEventually.â
And then you stood.
He looked wrecked, but still trying to keep his chin high, pretending he wasnât seconds from begging. You straddled him on the bed.Â
Then you guided him inside you in one slow, steady motion. His head thumped back against the headboard, a full-body shudder wracking him.
âOh myâfuck,â he choked.
You rolled your hips once.
He let out a moanâsharp and sweet.
Then immediately clamped a hand over his mouth, like he could stuff the sound back in.
You grabbed his wrist, pulled his hand away. âLet me hear it.â
He blinked up at you, sweat on his forehead, pupils blown wide. âI donâtââ
You clenched around him.
Chris whimpered.
The sound spilled out of himâhigh, broken, completely unlike the cocky, smug voice he usually used when he had you under him. He looked horrified the second it escaped, eyes wide like he couldnât believe heâd made that noise.
But you could. You knew this would happen.
You leaned down, lips brushing just under his ear. âThere it is.â
He shook his head weakly, like he could take it back, but you rolled your hips againâslow, grindingâand he shuddered.
âF-Fuck, stopââ he gasped, but his hands were gripping your thighs like he was the one begging you to stay.
âThought you didnât beg?â you whispered, dragging your nails lightly down his chest.
âIâm notâshitâIâm not begging.â
You clenched again, fluttering tight around him, and his whole body arched.
âYouâre trembling,â you said, smiling like you werenât seconds away from completely shattering him.
Chris tried to laugh, tried to play it off, but it came out ragged. âYouâreânnghâso full of yourself.â
âAnd youâre full of me,â you purred, dragging your hips again, slowly, rhythmically, keeping him right there on the edge.
He bit his lip. His hands were gripping you now, not for controlâbut for balance. You could feel him shaking. His jaw clenched. His abs tightening.
âYou can let go,â you whispered, cupping his jaw, tilting his head back to look at you. âYou donât have to pretend.â
Chris whimpered againâlouder this timeâand his eyes fluttered shut like he was trying to block it all out, but it was too much. You were too much. His breath was coming in shallow pants now, his whole body strung tight like a rubber band about to snap.
âYou wanna come, donât you?â
He shook his head againâreflexive, desperate.
You dragged your hips down hard once, clenching tight.
His hands flew to your waist.
âFuckâokay, okay, pleaseâdonât stopââ
Your eyes lit up.
âThere it is.â
He blinked up at you, wrecked. Face flushed, lips parted, pupils blown black. He didnât even try to talk anymoreâjust stared at you like you were the only thing holding him together.
âBeg for it,â you said, gentle. Not teasing nowâjust real. âSay it.â
He hesitated. Swallowed. And then, voice breaking:
âPleaseâplease let me comeâI need itâfuck, I need itââ
You rocked your hips once more and he sobbed, the sound spilling out like he didnât even know he was capable of it.
âOh my god, look at you,â you whispered. âFucking ruined.â
âPleaseââ His voice cracked, desperate and wrecked and real. âLet me comeâplease, I swear Iâll be goodâpleaseââ
You didnât stop moving. Not for a second. You kept that same rhythm, same pressure, tight and wet and relentless around him, riding him like your only mission was to wreck whatever pride he had left.
And then he started to shake.
It happened fastâlike his body knew before he did. His hands clawed at your waist, not guiding you, not controllingâjust holding on, desperate and twitching.
âF-fuck, Iâm gonnaââ His head dropped back hard against the headboard. His whole spine arched. âOh myâshit, fuck, Iâm comingââ
And then he did.
It ripped out of him like a storm.
His cock twitched hard inside you, pulsing thick ropes as he cried outâsharp and unfiltered, all pretense gone. He came so hard it throbbed, his body jerking with every wave, hips stuttering helplessly beneath you. His thighs were quaking. His chest heaved. His voice cracked on your name as he spilled into you, moaning like it hurt to feel that good.
You didnât slow downânot right away. You stayed moving, slow and deep, milking every drop from him, watching his eyes flutter open wide before rolling back.
âF-fuckânnghâoh my god,â he gasped. âIâholyâfuckââ
You finally stopped when he slumped back against the bed, completely limp, sweat clinging to his chest and forehead, mouth open, eyes dazed. His cock twitched again weakly inside you, like it still hadnât recovered.
You ran a hand through his hair, smiling down at him sweetly. âWhat happened to âyouâre not gonna break meâ?â
Chris just blinked at you, lips still parted. He looked like a man who had just seen god and got wrecked by her.
ââŠI think I just blacked out,â he muttered.
You leaned in and kissed the corner of his mouth.
âGood.â
He blinked up at you, dazed. ââŠWait.â
You tilted your head.
His hands twitched, eyes darting between your face and your thighs. âDid youâŠ? I meanâyou didnâtâfuck, you didnât come, did you?â
You bit your lip, letting that silence stretch.
Chris sat up so fast he almost wobbled. âShit, I didnât evenâfuck, I was supposed toââ He ran a hand through his sweat-matted hair, looking genuinely distressed.
âRelax,â you said, trying not to laugh. âYou were kind of busy cumming your soul out of your body.â
But Chris was already reaching for you, urgency building now that he realized the tables had fully turned.
âNo, no, noâlay back.â His voice was rough, broken around the edges but dead serious. âIâm not letting that slide.â
He nudged you gently down onto your back, crawling over you, pressing messy kisses to your chest, your stomach, lower. âYouâre gonna come,â he muttered. âAs many times as you want.â
You hadnât even finished teasing him when he was already shifting down the bed, settling between your thighs with a shaky breath.
His hands were trembling. His lips were swollen. His cock was still soft and leakingâbut none of that stopped him.
He kissed the inside of your knee first, then lower, then lower, until he was hovering right where you wanted him. He looked up through his lashes, still flushed and glassy-eyed.
âTell me how,â he whispered.
You propped yourself on your elbows, heartbeat thudding. âYou want instructions now?â
Chris nodded, eyes fixed on your pussy like it was sacred. âIâI need to do this right.â
You felt heat flood your cheeks. âJust keep your tongue flatâdonât rush. Focus up top.â
And fuck, did he listen.
His mouth met you softly, reverentlyâlike he was trying to memorize the shape of you with his tongue. He licked a slow stripe up your folds, then flattened his tongue right over your clit, warm and wet and so careful, like he was scared to move wrong.
You gasped. He moaned.
And then he did it againâagainâbuilding this steady rhythm, mouth moving like he was praying between your legs.
âJust like that,â you breathed. âFuck, Chrisâdonât stop.â
He whined into you. The sound vibrated, and your hips jerked.
His handsâstill tremblingâgripped your thighs tighter, pulling you closer, anchoring himself there like he needed to stay attached.
Every few strokes, heâd glance up at you, just to see your expression. Like your pleasure was oxygen, and he was holding his breath between every gasp you gave.
You felt the orgasm start deepâlow, coiled heat, getting tighter and tighter with every swirl of his tongue.
Your hand slid into his hair, tugging, guiding. âRight thereâdonât fucking stopââ
Chris whimpered at your tone. His hips twitched uselessly against the mattressâlike even his body was still trying to please you.
You tightened your grip. âFuck, Chrisâyesââ
And then you were coming. Hard.
Your whole body arched, your thighs clamped around his head, and he groaned into you, tongue never stopping, drinking it all in like it was his favorite thing heâd ever tasted. You rode it out on his mouth, hips grinding helplessly as your orgasm hit wave after wave.
When you finally stilled, breath ragged, Chris pulled back slowlyâchin soaked, lips swollen, eyes wrecked. He looked like he was in awe. Like he was the lucky one.
âDid IâŠ?â he whispered.
You grabbed his wrist and tugged him up the bed, kissing him deeply, tasting yourself on his tongue.
âYou did,â you murmured. âYou good little thing.â
And Chrisâred-faced and shiveringâjust nodded, burying his face in your neck.
ââŠYou can ruin me anytime.â
hollyyyyy i want to write more of this hehehehehehehehe
i can confirm this is exactly how chris would act.
@cursed-carmine dividers
Beautiful
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... shy!matt x readerâa love story told in all their first moments
cw: flirting, kissing, sub!matt, p in v, riding, squirting, humiliation, jealousy, angst, fluff, literally everything. its a love story!
Work of art
Cutest and hottest and everything-est
I love it
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At Vivianne Hall, a university reserved for the heirs of billionaires, politicians, and royalty, reputation isnât just important â itâs everything.
Julianna De Francis, known simply as Jules, understands that better than anyone. With her ex-ballerina poise, flawless image, and unshakable composure, sheâs the embodiment of perfection. Nothing threatens her carefully curated world more than Christopher Sturniolo â the cocky basketball star known for his scandalous reputation and the infuriating smirk sheâs despised since childhood. They were raised in the same elite circles but have never managed to get along. To Jules, Chris is arrogant, impulsive, and a walking headline. To Chris, Jules is uptight, artificial, and frustratingly untouchable. As family expectations mount and their every move is scrutinized, sharp remarks and lingering stares begin to unravel something neither of them anticipated. In a world where image is power and secrets have consequences, falling for each other might become the most dangerous move of allâŠ
TW: The series does include some triggering topics. Warnings will be at top of chapters.
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So excited
â . . . SLEEP HUMPING
WARNINGS : DRY HUMPING. CUMMING IN PANTS. SUB!CHRIS. DOM!READER. CHRIS HAS A WET DREAM. SEXSOMNIA (?).
chris is still having said wet dream in this so he is asleep. please talk about these kinds of things with your partners before you engage in any sort of activity like this. consent is important people!!
your room was dark and quietâyour mind heavy with sleep as you slowly started to stir awake from whatever dream you were having. it wasnât common for you to sleep all the way through the night, always being woken from either your body or hearing someone move around the house.
but this time it wasnât from either of those.
slowly your body stirred, your eyes fluttering open, mind taking just a moment to catch up to yourself. you blinked a few times, eyes squinting and brows furrowing as you try to adjust to the darkness of your room.
what are some good AU's
milf!reader @mattybsgroupie
shy!matt @sturnioz
bunny!reader @muwapsturniolo
bsf!chris @st7rnioioss
dilf!matt @luvs4matt
pornstar!chris @sturnioz
cinnamon!reader @chrisbratt333
goldenboy!chris @oopsiedaisydeer
pervy!bsf!chris @ariestrxsh
brat tamer!matt @delilahsturniolo
and more but thatâs all i can think of rn đđđ
â FUCKING MATT IN PUBLIC
âcan we⊠wait?â matt asks as soon as you adjust yourself on your sit, ready to get up. you furrow your eyebrows, silently asking matt to explain himself. âi c-canât get upâ he confesses, crossing his arms together.
âwhat do you mean you canât get up?â you say, tilting your head. matt chews on his bottom lip, and you take a good look at him. maybe he ate too much, or was feeling uncomfortable. but as your eyes scan through mattâs body, you notice what he was trying to hide â a boner.
you chuckle at him, you fingers going to the back of his head, gently tugging on his hair. âwould you mind explaining?â you ask, and matt lets out a heavy sigh at your sweet tone. âyou just look so goodâ he admits, âd-dunno⊠just got excitedâ
you nod, your gaze flickering between the restaurant and his growing erection. you move closer to him, resting one of your hands on his thigh, groping his flesh. matt chokes on a moan due the sudden contact, trying to cover his reaction with a cough.
he hides his face on the crook of your neck, pretending to press a kiss onto your skin. âplease, it hurtsâ he says, thrusting his hips upwards, begging for a bit of friction. you reach for his crotch, palming his cock over his clothes and gradually increasing the pressure, allowing matt to grind against your hand.
matt muffles on your ear, trying to form a proper sentence. âyouâre not gonna cum in your pants like a virgin little boy are you?â you tease, receiving a long whine in response â of course he was. âreally? wouldnât you rather fuck mama right in that alley we passed by before entering?â you ask, and matt immediately stops his movements. he pulls away, widening his blue orbs and gulping, nodding eagerly. he looks down at his pants, realizing there was no way could hide his hardened dick.
he timidly gets up, following your steps through the front door. mattâs cheeks are burning red, embarrassment taking over him as he walks out with a pathetic boner between his legs.
you drag matt to the nearest alley, slamming his body against the brick wall. you trail kisses over his collarbone as you unbutton his shirt, leaving a huge mark on his pale skin. âmy needy needy boyâ you coo, noticing matt grinding against your thigh once more.
your fingers travel to his waistband, unzipping his jeans and entering his underwear. matt gasps as you wrap your knuckles around his shaft, twisting your fist in a quick pace. his mouth falls open, a perfect âoâ shape as he throws his head back. itâs all too much â your voice, your touch, the fear and risk of getting caught.
âinsideâ he moans. contrary to his pillow prince instincts, matt holds your hips closer to him, tightening his grip. âneed inside mama pleaseâ matt begs, his tone a little too loud. you chuckle at his desperation before lifting your skirt and removing your panties, hearing matt whining at the sight. and you know heâs not going to shut up any time soon.
âshhhâ you shush him, glueing your chest against his. you cup his cheeks, gently caressing his skin with your thumb. matt nods, eager to please you. âyou wanna get caught donât you?â you ask as you lower yourself on his cock.
mattâs whimpers turn into small cries as you start to move, feeling his dick fill you up entirely. his oozing, swollen tip hits your cervix and your pussy immediately contracts around his girth, a loud moan escaping from the back of his throat. you roll your eyes, both form pleasure and annoyance. matt wonât remain quiet, but a solution comes to your mind.
you grab your wet â soaked â panties, taking advantage of mattâs submission. you shove the fabric inside his mouth, and matt groans since he can no longer speak. heâs intoxicated by your taste, your scent taking over his senses.
âmuch betterâ you praise, bouncing on his cock. you can feel the knot in your lower tummy tightening, your approaching orgasm causing your legs to tremble. matt wraps his large, cold palms around your thighs, keeping your balance. he thrusts into you, bruising your sweet spot countless times. âwan cum baby boy? fill me up real good?â you ask as matt drools on your panties, completely drenching them.
it doesnât take long until mattâs orgasm washes over him, his warm, thick cum spurting painting your walls in white. you cum soon after, your leaking juices coating his girth in wetness.
matt pulls out, panting heavily. a naughty, satisfied smile dancing across his face. âletâs go you loud, needy boy⊠iâm gonna finish taking care of you at homeâ you say as you finally remove your panties from his mouth, placing a kiss on his lips before putting them on again.
DAY TWO! thank you so much for the overwhelming support on this project đ€ iâm glad you guys are enjoying it so much! if you would like to be added to the taglist, please comment on this post! love yall sm mwah
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EARNED IT | MATTHEW STURNIOLO. PT.3
read pt. 1 and pt. 2 here
brothersbestfriend!matt x innocent!reader
You're an 18-year-old high school senior, the innocent little sister of Matt's best friend. Which means off-limits in every way.But 22-year-old college hockey player, Matt can't ignore the way you cling to him, asking dangerous questions with trusting eyes. You don't understand the fire you're playing with- but Matt does. And he's burning to teach you what happens when you get too close.
story warnings: fingering in public, talk of religion, lowkey corruption kink (if u squint), brothers best friend, pet names (sweetheart, angel), age gap (four years), etc. all characters are of age. If any of these topics upset you...don't read!
word count: 5k
ib: @ariestrxsh's young god
The glow of morning sun filters through your sheer white curtains. You stir beneath the covers, your body still plagued with sleep, stretching slightly as your fingers blindly search for your phone on your nightstand.
Your screen lights up with unread notifications, but one in particular makes your stomach flip.
Matt.
You rub your eyes, still groggy, and slide on your glasses before clicking on his name. Your heart stutters when you see the unread message- an attachment.
A video.
EARNED IT | MATTHEW STURNIOLO PT.2
read part one here
brothersbestfriend!matt x innocent!reader
You're an 18-year-old high school senior, the innocent little sister of Matt's best friend. Which means off-limits in every way. But 22-year-old college hockey player, Matt can't ignore the way you cling to him, asking dangerous questions with trusting eyes. You don't understand the fire you're playing with- but Matt does. And he's burning to teach you what happens when you get too close.
story warnings: oral (fem reviving), masterbation, lowkey corruption kink (if u squint), brothers best friend, pet names (sweetheart, angel), age gap (four years), etc. all characters are of age. If any of these topics upset you...don't read!
word count: 6k
ib: @ariestrxsh âs young god
You pause in the doorway, your breath catching at his words. Earn it? Your stomach twists. Matt watches you with that lazy, knowing smirk that makes your skin itch.
Your fingers tighten on the doorframe. âHow do I⊠earn it?â
Mattâs smirk deepens. He steps forward, closing the space between you just enough to make your pulse stutter. His hand lifts, fingers brushing your jaw, barely touching but enough to make you feel dizzy.
âYouâll know,â he murmurs, voice low, teasing. âWhen you deserve it, Iâll give it to you.â
Your breath shudders, heat crawling up your spine. You donât even know what youâre asking for but the way heâs looking at you, the way your entire body is reacting, makes you desperate to find out.
EARNED IT | MATTHEW STURNIOLO
brothersbestfriend!matt x innocent!reader
Youâre an 18-year-old high school senior, the innocent little sister of Mattâs best friend. Which means off-limits in every way. But 22-year-old college hockey player, Matt canât ignore the way you cling to him, asking dangerous questions with trusting eyes. You donât understand the fire youâre playing with- but Matt does. And heâs burning to teach you what happens when you get too close.
story warnings: heavy make out, lowkey corruption kink (if u squint), brothers best friend, pet names (sweetheart, angel), age gap (four years), etc. all characters are of age. If any of these topics upset you...don't read!
word count: 7k
a/n: i didnât go into this with the intention of creating a similar story but as i read it over Iâm realizing itâs very similar to an @ariestrxsh fic with the same trope. click here to read the first chapter of that! itâs very good and I recommend strongly!
You stand in front of the hallway mirror, tugging at the hem of your navy-blue dress, smoothing the fabric with your palms. The dress fits snugly, a little more mature than what youâre used to, but tonight isnât just any night. Itâs the sports award banquet. Your brother and Mattâs banquet. And your dad only let you tag along under the condition that you âstay out of trouble.â
But it wasnât exactly you who he was worried about.
A sharp knock echoes from the front door.
âGet the fuckinâ door!â your brother shouts from upstairs.
âOkay, okay!â You huff, your heels clicking against the hardwood floor as you rush to answer.
Lowk drooling
I haven't been into dom men recently but this just....
I'm in love
â sub!matt getting a taste of his own medicine. . .
the loud, needy whines gave it away.
youâd always asked matt not to jerk off when you werenât present. just because you always wanted to be with him and be able to see him cum. and in return, you didnât masturbate without him either. thatâs just how it worked with you two.
so, given that you were pretty active with matt and you were always around when heâd jerk off, you knew exactly what his moans sounded like when he was doing it. which is why you knew exactly what was occurring when you stood before your bedroom door and heard those high-pitched, filthy sounds echoing from the other side. matt seemed to think he was still home alone.
Why is this both so cute and so hottt
â content warnings: smut â +18 â age gap â raw dogginâ â big dick!matt â semi-public sex â (kinda) rough sex â daddy kink â partial bondage (wrists) â breeding kink (?) â creampie â praise kink â (slight) degradation kink â dacryphilia (?) â overstimulation â use of safe word + more.
He isnât supposed to feel this way.
Matt knows he isnât supposed to feel this way about his student, but the way you speak to him with your voice all soft and smooth â as if you know what that does to him â or the way you look at him with those damned fuck-me eyes like you want him to sport a hard-on in the middle of the lectureâwas making it hard to keep things professional.
He had previously put boundaries between you and made it clear that he isnât ready to make whatever you had going on more than it already is.
AHHH IT WAS SO GOOD