Natalie. 17. smut. sometimes fluff. Sturniolo triplets. Kalogeras sisters. Music lover. sweet as sugar. FREAK. Dancing. Singing. Theater.
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Natalie. 17. smut. sometimes fluff. Sturniolo triplets. Kalogeras sisters. Music lover. sweet as sugar. FREAK. Dancing. Singing. Theater.
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WHERES ALL THE SMUT
SOMEONE TAG ME IN SOME SMUT STORIES
Apparently I go cross eyed when I orgasm
FUCK ME BRO WHY DO I DO THAT
when I read a smut fic, I feel it in my legs. It feels like a tingle going through my pelvis and into my legs. Is this a universal experience 😭
BITCHH I’m gonna try and go a whole month without masturbating
We’re calling it Avoid it August or sum like that
Everyone pray for me
I’ve already lost. I only lasted 2 days without masturbating
Fuck. I was about to post the blindfold fic and the whole thing fucking deleted, I’m sorry the fic will definitely be yours tomorrow
I fear we may be the same person 😨🩷
oooh how soooo
Matt with that goddamn toothpick UGHH
Both at the same fucking time
yay !!! how has your day been?
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It’s been goood!
Hbu??
The rain has my heart
Hi dada
I can never get ENOUGH of dealer Matt/Chris it’s my favorite
just read so many freaky fanfics and I’m trying to not masturbate until August 21st
hiiii i love your page sm! can we be friends 🥹
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YESS OFCCC I always need new friends!
`. ✴︎ DRUNK ON YOU
ⓘ smut ⋆ lowk pure filth ⋆ bsf!chris ⋆ oral (f!recieving) ⋆ pussydrunk!chris ⋆ overstimulation ⋆ multiple orgasms ⋆ pet names ⋆ mattress humping + more
freya’s notes: ummm chat is this too freaked out 😭 layout ib: @chrisssiren
you can barely speak; only pathetic moans spilling from your lips. chris—your best friend—is buried between your legs, and has been for the past twenty minutes. it all started when he confessed that he had surprisingly never made a girl cum on his tongue; so, like the kind, helpful friend that you are, you volunteered to help him learn. little did you know how much that offer would backfire.
⟡ ݁₊ ᥫ᭡ #bringbackdryhumping
⤷ where you and chris get needy while smoking
fwb!chris, smut, sexual content, dry humping/grinding, no actual sex, smoking, usage of weed, kissing/making out, shotgunning, pet names, cumming in pants, swearing, kinda sub-ish chris? (not proofread)
smoke drifts lazily between you and chris, encasing you in a metaphorical and literal hazy cloud. your thighs rest either side of his hips, bracketing them.
you take hit of the blunt you’ve been passing back and forth for the past ten minutes before connecting your lips to chris’s in a high, sensual kiss, exhaling the smoke into his mouth.
“mmfph—fuck.” he groans against your mouth when you nip at his bottom lip, playfully tugging it.
you break the kiss to trail wet, sloppy kisses down his jaw and onto his neck, sucking on the skin, making sure to leave a mark.
“shiit angel, fuckin’ possessive today huh?” his voice comes out in a low rasp, indicating how turned on he is. although you don’t need any other signals when you can clearly feel his growing bulge against pressing up against you through your jeans.
your lips leave his neck and return to his own—as he takes another drag of the blunt, and this time exhales into into your mouth with a soft, pleasured sound.
your hands slide from the back of his neck to thread through his hair, tugging lightly to provoke a reaction from him. you’re pleased when he lets out a stifled sharp intake of breath, clearly enjoying your manicured nails scratching his scalp and tangling in his dark curls.
the kiss becomes more heated, and soon you two are lost in the moment. the blunt lays forgotten on his bedside table, having already done its job. his dick twitches beneath you, causing your hips to roll forward on instinct.
the friction of his jeans through your thin cotton shorts is perfect, dragging just right. so you do it again, this time with more purpose. he groans into your mouth, hands trailing down your sides to grip your hips, grinding you down on him. you form a slow, sensual rhythm, stimulating you both as your lips locking continue to be the only noise in his dim, weed-smelling room.
chris swears under his breath as his dick jumps from beneath the denim. “shi—shit,” he says breathily. his hips buck to meet yours, creating a more intense feeling that makes you gasp when the seam of his jeans catches on your clothed clit.
“fuck, keep doin’ that.” he pants into your mouth, grinding his hips up so you two are moving in tandem now, synchronised in your pleasure.
you begin to feel your release coiling low in your belly almost embarrassingly fast. maybe it’s the weed in your system, but everything feels heightened, hypersensitive.
you can tell chris is close too, by the way his low groans have shifted into soft, muffled whimpers and shaky breaths.
your movements become slightly more desperate as you grind and rut your hips against his clothed dick, chasing the delicious friction.
you’re sure your panties must be soaked through from how worked up you are—something that chris’ll definitely tease you about later.
the pleasure mounts and you cum with a soft cry, burying your face in his shoulder as chris cums too, his hips lifting and pressing into yours to rub his cock against you through his orgasm.
the air stills, and the only noises left in chris’s bedroom are your shared shallow pants.
“shit.” you look down at the mess between you, seeing that you’ve soaked his jeans. “sorry.” you say, slightly amused.
“all that from just grindin’ on my dick?” chris teases, nipping at your jaw playfully. “oh fuck off.” you prod him, rolling your eyes.
“you’re acting like you didn’t just cum in your pants.”
💌 freya yaps . . . #needthat #wantthat #cravethat
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