slut for Chris

~ My intrusive thoughts run wild on here.. ~

[slut-4-christopher]

A little bit about me

My name is Aaliyah.. You guys can call me Liyah or Ali

I'm 18

Started watching the Sturniolo's back in 2022

I'm a Chris girl (it's a bit hard when Matt exists)

I'm from South Africa

My favorite colour is purple and red

I let my intrusive thoughts run wild on this blog.. please don't mind me

°I'm always up for a chat or making new friends on here.. Cause I don't have many friends that like the Sturniolo's

~⭐

[purrrrblonde]

𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐇𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐌𝐄

you and chris have always hated each other. but who knew hate sex would feel so good?

warnings ︖ hate sex insulting during sex porn w/ plot names like “bitch” rough, car sex chris becomes more bearable

𝐓𝐇𝐄 party was already loud by the time you got there. music shook through the floorboards hard enough to rattle the cheap framed pictures hanging crooked on the walls, bodies packed shoulder-to-shoulder in humid rooms smelling like vodka and smoke and somebody’s vanilla perfume. katie was halfway through her drink before you’d even gotten through the front door.

“you’re late.”

“you texted me twelve minutes ago.”

“and yet.”

you rolled your eyes, tugging your jacket tighter around yourself as people shoved past. somewhere upstairs, someone screamed loud enough to make you flinch. “oh, great,” katie muttered. you didn’t even have to turn around. chris.

you knew his footsteps in the same way people recognized songs they hated from the first note alone. he brushed past your shoulder on purpose, not enough to move you, just enough to annoy you. “didn’t know they were letting just anyone in now,” he said casually.

you looked at him slowly. black hoodie, backwards cap, that same irritatingly calm expression like he existed purely to test your patience. “you came, didn’t you?” nick barked out a laugh from somewhere behind him.

“ohhh, there she is.” matt sighed immediately. “can we not start?”

“we didn’t,” you said at the same time chris said, “she did.” nick pointed between you both dramatically. “that. that’s exactly the shit i’m talking about.”

chris grabbed a beer from the counter without looking away from you. “you talk about me a lot for someone who supposedly hates me.” you scoffed. “trust me, christopher, if i talked about you as much as you think i do, i’d have killed myself by now.”

nick nearly folded over laughing. matt muttered, “jesus christ.”chris just smirked. that smug, awful smirk that made you want to throw your drink at him. “you practiced that one in the mirror?”

“actually, yeah,” you said. “katie held cue cards.” katie raised her hand solemnly. “it’s true.” nick wiped at his eyes dramatically. “you guys are literally divorced.”

“we’d have to like each other first,” you snapped. something flickered across chris’s face. brief. gone too quickly to name. then he took a sip from his beer and leaned casually against the counter.

“you’re in a good mood tonight.”

“i usually am before you show up.”

“ouch,” nick whispered. matt grabbed his shoulder. “come on.”

“no, no, hold on,” nick said excitedly. “i wanna see where this goes.”

“you need hobbies,” you told him. “i have hobbies. this is one of them.” chris snorted quietly into his drink. you hated that sound too.

an hour later, you were sitting cross-legged on the arm of somebody’s couch while katie talked about one of her classes, only half listening because chris was across the room. again. always somehow across the room.

talking to some girl with curled hair and glossy lips perched against the kitchen counter. she laughed too hard at something he said, touching his arm like she already knew him. you looked away immediately. katie noticed.

“oh my god.”

“what?”

“you’re staring.”

“i literally wasn’t.”

“you literally were.” you grabbed your drink defensively. “i was looking at the kitchen.”

“the kitchen with chris in it?” you glared at her. katie leaned closer. “you know what i think?”

“no.”

“i think you two wanna kill each other sexually.” you nearly choked. “oh my god, shut up.”

“i’m serious.”

“that’s genuinely the worst thing you’ve ever said to me.” katie grinned into her cup.

across the room, chris looked over suddenly. your eyes met for half a second. then his gaze dropped deliberately to the guy sitting beside you. a guy who’d been flirting with you for the past ten minutes. you saw the exact moment chris’s jaw tightened. and because you were a horrible person, you leaned closer to the guy beside you. just enough.

the guy smiled immediately, encouraged. chris looked away first. satisfaction curled warm and ugly in your chest. katie stared at you. “oh, you’re insane.”

“shut up.”

“no, seriously. this is becoming psychological warfare.”

by midnight, you were tipsy enough to feel reckless.

the guy beside you (evan? ethan? something aggressively forgettable) had his hand resting against your knee while he talked. you barely heard him.

because chris had walked back into the room with the same girl from earlier. and this time her hand was tucked into his back pocket. your stomach twisted violently. pathetic. actually pathetic. katie saw your expression and physically cringed. “oh no.”

“what?”

“you care.”

“i do not.”

“you look like you’re about to commit a felony.”

before you could answer, chris looked directly at you. then, without breaking eye contact;

he kissed the girl. not sweetly. deliberately. your face went hot instantly. “oh, fuck him,” you muttered. katie blinked. “i think that’s what he wants, actually.” you stood up so fast your drink nearly spilled.

“where are you going?”

“to get another drink.”

“you hate beer.”

“i’ll learn.”

you shoved through the crowded kitchen, shoulder-checking chris hard enough to make the girl stumble. “watch it,” he said sharply. you turned. “sorry. didn’t realize diseases could stand upright now.” the girl looked horrified. nick, from the hallway: “oh my god.” chris laughed once in disbelief. “you’re unbelievable.”

“and yet you keep looking at me.” that hit. you saw it land. the girl awkwardly excused herself almost immediately. smart woman. chris stared at you after she left, expression darker now.

“you ever think maybe the reason nobody dates you for long is because you’re fucking exhausting?” the words hit harder than they should have. your face changed before you could stop it. chris noticed immediately. and for one second he looked guilty. then your anger came rushing back twice as hard.

“you know what?” you said quietly. “at least people date me because they actually like me. not because they think you’re hot enough to compensate for your personality.” nick actually covered his mouth. matt muttered, “jesus fucking christ.” chris stepped closer.

“careful.”

“or what?”

the kitchen had gone quieter around you both now. not silent. just that subtle shift where people realized something real was happening. chris’s voice lowered. “you don’t wanna do this tonight.” you laughed sharply. “you think i’m scared of you?”

“no,” he said. “i think you like this too much.” something ugly twisted in your chest. because maybe he was right. and you hated that he knew it.

you shoved past him hard enough to knock his shoulder. “move.” chris caught your wrist before you got two feet. instantly, the room stilled. not dramatically. just enough. your pulse jumped violently. “let go,” you said.

his fingers loosened immediately. but neither of you moved. nick looked between you both slowly. “…okay, now this is getting weird.” matt grabbed his beer. “i’m leaving before one of them commits manslaughter.”

you yanked your arm back and stormed toward the front door before chris could say another word. cold air hit your face hard outside. your heartbeat still felt uneven. you barely made it down the porch steps before the door slammed open behind you.

of course. “seriously?” you snapped without turning around. “you gonna cry because i hurt your feelings?” you spun around instantly. “fuck you.” chris laughed humorlessly. “there she is.” rain had started lightly, cold droplets catching in his hair and the collar of his hoodie.

“you think everything’s a joke,” you said. “and you think everything’s about you.”

“oh my god, you are such an asshole.”

“you’re the one who started acting insane because i kissed somebody.” you stared at him. then laughed once, disbelieving.

“you are unbelievably self-absorbed.”

“you were staring at me all night.”

“you were staring at me first.”

“that’s because you were draped all over that guy like you were auditioning for a frat party porno.” your mouth fell open. “oh, okay, so you were jealous.” chris stepped closer immediately. “i was not jealous.”

“right,” you said. “and i’m the fucking pope.” rain dampened your sleeves now, cold against your skin. chris looked angry. not normal-annoyed angry. something tighter. meaner. “you know what your problem is?” he said. you laughed sharply. “please enlighten me.”

“you need attention from every person in the room or you start losing your mind.” the words landed exactly where he intended them to. you felt it. and because you were furious, you suddenly wanted to hurt him back just as badly. you stepped closer too.

“at least i can admit i want attention,” you said quietly. “you act like you’re above everybody else because you’re terrified people might realize you actually care.” chris’s jaw tightened. “there’s nothing about you worth caring about.” that should’ve ended it. honestly, it should have.

instead your chest tightened painfully. because he sounded like he meant it. the rain came down harder now. you should leave. you knew you should. instead you said, “then why are you out here?” silence. chris looked at you for a long moment. water dripped from the edge of his cap.

“you look at me like you wanna kill me.” your heartbeat stuttered. “maybe i do.” his eyes dropped briefly to your mouth. “that’s not what it looks like.” and suddenly the air felt wrong. too close. too warm despite the rain.

you hated him. actually hated him. but you knew exactly how his hands felt around your wrist now. you knew the shape of his mouth when he got angry. you knew every look he made before he spoke. something shifted between you both. dangerous. stupid.

chris kissed you like he was trying to win something. rough. immediate. angry enough to make your pulse spike. you kissed him back just as hard. like a fucking idiot.

you grabbed his hoodie, pulling him closer instead of pushing away. rain soaked through your clothes, cold against your skin, but his mouth was hot and relentless, and you matched him kiss for kiss, bite for bite, like you could punish each other into forgetting every other person who'd ever touched either of you. but god, you hated him. you hated his cocky demeanor, his stupid face. everything about him.

he gripped your jaw, tilting your face up to kiss you deeper, like he knew exactly how much you hated him. like he enjoyed it. his other hand gripped your hip, pulling you flush against him, and you hated him even more when you felt how hard he was already.

you both pulled back and looked at each other for a second, before wordlessly tumbling into his car. you fumbled with the door handle, laughing breathlessly as the rain soaked your hair. he shoved you inside first, then leaned over you to shut the door, hands braced on either side of your head. his eyes were dark, lips swollen, shirt clinging to his chest. neither of you said a word. you just pulled him down on top of you.

his weight pressed you back against the seat, one hand tangling in your wet hair while the other gripped your thigh and pulled it up around his hip. he kissed you aggressively, like he was trying to devour you. His voice was rough against your mouth when he finally spoke. "this changes nothing," he growled, his hand sliding under your soaked shirt, rough and possessive. "you’re still exhausting."

"that’s fine," you snapped back, yanking his hoodie up. "you’re still an asshole." neither of you were looking at each other now, just tearing at clothes in the dark, soaked and furious, using each other.

he bit down hard on your neck, making you gasp, his fingers digging into your hip hard enough to bruise. "shut the fuck up," he muttered against your skin, shoving your skirt up impatiently. "only doing this because you're annoying."

"only doing this because you're desperate," you shot back, ripping his belt buckle open with trembling, wet hands.

he choked out a laugh, breath hot against your throat, the sound so close to genuine amusement that it pissed you off even more. he pulled back, grabbing your chin roughly and making you meet his eyes. "hate you," he said, not moving, just holding you there, rainwater dripping from his hair onto your face.

"same,"

then his head disappeared under your soaked shirt and his mouth closed over your breast, sucking hard enough to leave a mark. you arched against him, nails scraping down his back, not caring if you left welts. this wasn't about pleasure.

he unzipped his pants fast, not bothering to pull them down, just shoving fabric aside.

"don't fucking expect anything nice," he warned, his voice rough and breathless. he lined himself up and shoved in, not giving you a chance to adjust, forcing a choked gasp from your throat. you dug your heels into his lower back, raking your nails down his shoulders, biting back a whimper.

"i wouldn't dream of it,"

he moved hard and fast, no rhythm, just furious, angry thrusts that had the car rocking slightly. each one drove a choked sound from your throat that you tried desperately to swallow. his hand fisted in your hair, pulling your head back, exposing your throat where he bit down again. "you started this," he grunted against your skin.

"you escalated it," you gasped, your hands gripping his shoulders hard enough to leave crescent-shaped indents in his skin. the angle was brutal, the seat handle digging into your spine, but you didn't tell him to stop. you urged him on, meeting his anger with your own, hips bucking up to take him deeper. "fuck you."

"i’m trying to,"

he pulled out abruptly, making you whimper at the sudden emptiness, before slamming back in with brutal force. "fucking bitch," he muttered, his hand leaving your hair to wrap around your throat, applying gentle pressure. his eyes met yours, both of you breathing heavily, faces inches apart.

"asshole," you choked out, tilting your head back to give him better access to your throat. your legs wrapped tighter around his waist, heels digging into his lower back. you hated him. you hated this. you hated how good it felt.

he squeezed your throat just enough to make your vision blur, his hips snapping into yours ruthlessly. "still hate me?" he taunted, his breath ragged against your mouth. he didn't wait for an answer, hitting a spot that made your back bow off the seat, forcing a broken moan from your lips. "fucking answer me."

"yes,"

"still an asshole?" he challenged, his thumb pressing hard against your pulse point where it was racing. his voice dropped lower, almost... gentle. almost. "even when i'm fucking you so good you're seeing stars?" he thrust deep and rolled his hips, grinding against a sensitive spot.

"especially then," you managed to gasp, your nails raking down his back hard enough to draw blood. "you're insufferable." your eyes rolled back, body betraying you as he hit that spot again, pleasure exploding so sharp it bordered on pain. "don't stop- don't you fucking dare stop."

"wouldn't dream of it," he mocked, his grip on your throat loosening just slightly, but his other hand moved down to your hip, fingers digging into your skin as he used you mercilessly. the car creaked, seatbelt dangling, both of you soaked and swearing at each other between rough, punishing thrusts.

he felt you clench around him and slowed, pulling out almost all the way before shoving back in deep. "not yet," he said low against your ear, his voice thick with lust. "you don't get to come until i tell you to."

"you—" you started, but a particularly hard thrust stole the words from your mouth.

he laughed, the sound vibrating through his chest against yours. "what? you were going to argue?" he snapped his hips forward again, over and over, relentless. "thought so." your walls clenched around him, your whole body trembling, desperate and furious and so close. "chris—"

"shut up," he commanded, his voice rough and unyielding. he sped up, his movements becoming almost violent as he chased his own release. "don’t fucking say my name like that."

“you’re—“ another brutal thrust cut you off. “you're coming first,” he warned, his thumb pressing hard against your clit, rubbing in rough circles. it wasn't gentle or tender, it was designed to overwhelm you completely. “and you're going to come on this cock.” you threw your head back, a sobbing moan escaping you as he worked you relentlessly.

you vision went white, your body locking up as the orgasm tore through you violently. you nearly screamed his name, your back arching off the seat, legs shaking uncontrollably around his waist. he didn't stop, fucking you through it.

“thaaaat’s it,” he gritted out, his rhythm faltering. “fucking take it.”

"fuck, you're beautiful." he groaned, his face contorting as he finally let go, coming deep inside you with a string of curses. his hips jerked erratically, burying himself as deep as possible as he rode out his orgasm. he collapsed against you, both of you soaked, sweating, and struggling to catch your breath. for a long moment, the only sounds were the rain drumming on the roof of the car and your ragged gasps for air. he dropped his forehead against your shoulder.

he stayed like that for a moment, not moving, not speaking. then he slowly pulled out, a shiver running through your body at the sudden emptiness. he looked down at you, his expression unreadable. he leaned down, pressing a rough kiss to your lips before pulling away. "don’t hate me too much," he murmured against your mouth, his voice softer than before.

he shifted back onto his own seat, adjusting his wet clothes with a grimace. the silence between you was heavy, charged with everything that had just happened. you were still breathing hard, legs trembling slightly as you sat there, feeling his release drip out of you. he cleared his throat, breaking the tense silence. "that was..." he trailed off, running a hand through his hair. "fuck." he glanced over at you, taking in your flushed skin, disheveled hair, and rumpled clothes.

"you okay?" he asked, his tone surprisingly gentle. he reached over and grabbed a towel from the backseat, handing it to you without meeting your eyes. you took it silently, using it to clean up between your legs before wiping down your arms and face. the rain was still pouring outside.

he watched you silently, his expression thoughtful. "we’re not gonna talk about that, are we?" he asked softly, already knowing the answer. you shook your head silently. he nodded, understanding. "alright." he dropped the subject, pulling back on his seatbelt carefully. "you hungry?"

you didn’t answer for a second, but then you nodded. “katie might be wondering where i am, though.” you said quietly, throat burning.

he nodded, starting the car back up. "i'll drive you home. we'll grab some food on the way." he didn't press for more, for which you were grateful. the rest of the drive was mostly silent, only the sound of the rain and the radio playing some forgotten song. when he pulled up to your house, he handed you a bag of food he'd grabbed.

"tell katie i said hi," he said as you reached for the door handle. you paused, looking back at him over your shoulder. his expression was carefully neutral, giving nothing away about what had just happened between you two in the backseat of his car.

"i will," you said softly before getting out, the rain immediately soaking your hair and clothes. you stood there for a moment, watching as he drove away before turning and walking into the house. katie was in the kitchen, eating a bowl of ice cream. she looked up as you entered.

"where have you been?" she asked, her spoon pausing halfway to her mouth. "you're soaked." her gaze raked over you critically, taking in your damp hair, rumpled clothes, and the bag of food in your hand. something in her expression shifted, a knowing look entering her eyes.

"i was with chris," you admitted quietly, shutting the door behind you and leaning against it. katie's spoon clattered into her bowl at the mention of his name. "and before you ask," you said, holding up a hand to forestall any immediate questions, "no." you paused.

"i’m not talking about it." you walked past her into the living room, heading for the stairs. "i'm going to shower. food's in the bag." she sat there, stunned, watching you go. from the kitchen, you heard her murmur something under her breath that sounded suspiciously like, "holy shit."

𝐃𝐘𝐋𝐀𝐍'𝐒 𝐓𝐈𝐃𝐁𝐈𝐓𝐒: wait this kinda make me sad

[sweetnsturns]

ruined—m.s.

✧ mechanic!matt, dom!matt, unprotected sex (creampie), bigdick!matt, fingering, degradation, slight semi-public sex, rough sex, praise, car sex

✧ summary: your car breaks down and you meet matt, the mechanic who’s blunt, flirty, and impossible to ignore. he gets your car running again, but the real problem is the tension between you two.

✧ word count: 3.7k

✧ authors note: bit of a lengthy one...sorry guys i got carried away while writing lol...

the first thing you noticed about matt was that he looked irritated to be alive.

grease on his hands. dark curls shoved back messily. gray tank top clinging slightly to his back from the heat inside the shop. he was halfway underneath the hood of somebody’s car when your piece of shit sedan made a horrible grinding sound pulling into the garage.

the noise echoed through the building loud enough to make one of the guys in the back physically stop what he was doing.

matt winced immediately.

“jesus christ,” he muttered under his breath, pushing himself upright.

the fluorescent lights overhead caught on the sweat along the back of his neck while he wiped a hand across his jaw, already looking annoyed before he’d even seen you.

you rolled your window down slowly. “that bad?”

he looked at your car.

then at you.

then back at your car. 

“how long has it been making that sound?”

“like…” you hesitated. “a week?”

his head dropped for a second.

actually dropped.

“a week,” he repeated flatly.

“i was hoping it would go away.”

“yeah,” he said, voice dry. “because that’s usually how engines work.”

you narrowed your eyes immediately. “you always this friendly?”

that finally got something out of him besides annoyance.

a quick smirk.

small. crooked. gone almost immediately.

you got out of the car before you could stop yourself, warm late-afternoon air immediately wrapping around your skin. 

somewhere deeper in the garage, music played quietly through speakers. the whole place smelled like motor oil, metal, smoke, and heat.

matt wiped his hands on the rag tucked into his back pocket while walking slowly around the front of your car.

“you got a name?” he asked casually.

you told him.

he repeated it once under his breath, slower this time, like he was testing it out.

then he nodded toward the hood.

“pop it.”

you pulled the lever from inside while he walked around front. his forearm flexed slightly when he lifted the hood open and you immediately got annoyed at yourself for noticing.

actually no.

you got annoyed at him for looking like that in a mechanic shop.

it felt unfair.

“you know absolutely nothing about cars, huh?” he asked after a minute, leaning further into the engine.

“i know the basics.”

he glanced at you over his shoulder.

“you drove this thing here sounding like a washing machine full of knives.”

“okay well when you say it like that-”

“because that’s what happened.”

you laughed despite yourself and matt looked over immediately.

like the sound surprised him.

his expression shifted for half a second before he looked back down at the engine again.

“matt,” somebody yelled from deeper in the garage.

“what.”

“where’s the socket set?”

“where you left it probably.”

“helpful.”

a second later, another guy came around the corner of the garage, wiping his hands on a stained rag.

for a genuinely confusing moment, you thought you were seeing double.

same dark curls. same blue eyes and same sharp jaw.

his eyes flicked toward you immediately.

then toward matt.

then back to you again.

a grin spread across his face so fast it was almost annoying.

“oh,” he said slowly, dragging the word out. “that’s why you’ve been ignoring everybody.”

matt finally looked up, visibly irritated now. “shut the fuck up, chris.”

chris, (his twin? triplet?) just laughed under his breath, tossing the rag over his shoulder before looking at you again.

“good luck with him,” he said. “seriously.”

“can you go away?” matt muttered.

chris held his hands up innocently. “alright, alright. jesus.” he started backing away before pointing toward the car. “try not to scare the customer off this time.”

“leave.”

“you’re no fun anymore.”

matt grabbed a rag off the counter and threw it at him without looking. chris laughed the entire way deeper into the garage, his voice fading out under the noise of clanging tools and music playing faintly somewhere in the back.

his focus dropped back to your car and he tightened something under the hood. 

his rings clicked softly against metal every few seconds.

you crossed your arms loosely, leaning against the side of the car while you watched him work.

which apparently you were doing too obviously.

because after a minute he said, without looking up, 

“you can sit inside if you want.”

“i’m okay.”

“unless staring at me is part of the experience.”

your face heated instantly.

“i’m not staring at you,” you said quickly. “you’re literally just fixing my car directly in front of me.”

matt hummed like he didn’t believe you for a second.

“right.”

“you’re in my line of vision.”

that finally made him look up at you.

grease streaked across his hand. curls falling into his eyes. the corner of his mouth pulled slightly like he was trying not to smile.

you had to hide your own smile. 

by the time he finally shut the hood, the sun had dipped lower outside the garage doors, warm orange light spilling across the concrete floors and catching against the tattoos on his arms.

“good news,” he said, wiping his hands clean again.

“i’m scared already.”

“she lives another day.”

you exhaled dramatically. “thank god.”

his laugh was quieter this time. lower.

he stepped closer to hand you your keys and suddenly the air felt warmer than it already was.

close enough now that you could smell soap underneath the oil and metal clinging to him.

close enough to notice his eyes properly for the first time.

bluer than you expected.

your fingers brushed when you reached for the keys.

matt looked down at your hand for a second too long before looking back up at you.

“you hungry?” he asked casually.

you blinked. “what?”

he shrugged one shoulder, leaning back against the side of your car like he had all the time in the world.

“there’s a diner down the street.” his eyes stayed on yours. “unless you’re busy.”

you should’ve said no.

seriously.

normal people probably would’ve.

instead you heard yourself ask, “are you always this confident with customers?”

matt’s mouth twitched slightly.

“only the pretty ones.”

twenty minutes later you were sitting across from him in a diner booth that smelled like fries, coffee, and old vinyl seats, pretending you weren’t hyperaware of every time his knee brushed yours under the table.

rain was outside the windows now, dark clouds gathering slowly overhead while neon signs reflected against the glass.

matt had cleaned up before leaving the shop.

sort of.

the grease was gone from his hands and forearms, but there was still a faint smudge near his wrist he must’ve missed. his curls were still messy, damp slightly at the temples from washing his face too quickly.

you kept looking at him.

the waitress dropped the check off eventually, but neither of you moved right away.

outside the diner windows it had gone dark already, neon signs reflecting softly against the glass.

matt tapped his fingers once against the table before looking at you again.

“you got somewhere to be?”

you shook your head before you could think too hard about it.

“good.”

“why’s that.”

he held your gaze for a second too long.

“don’t really wanna stop talking to you yet.”

the air shifted after that.

your heartbeat picked up stupidly fast while matt leaned back slightly, blue eyes still fixed on yours like he was waiting to see what you’d do with that.

“are you this nice all the girls whose cars break down?” you asked quietly.

“your car didn’t break down, thanks to me.”

“close enough.”

he laughed softly.

“and no.” his voice dropped slightly. “just you.”

your breath caught a little at that.

matt looked unfairly good under the low diner lighting. brown curls falling into his eyes again, rings tapping lightly against the tabletop, tattoos disappearing beneath the sleeves he’d rolled back down earlier.

you wondered suddenly what his hands would feel like against your skin.

immediately hated yourself for the thought.

matt was watching you with this calm steady look that made everything feel hotter than it was.

not cocky anymore. honest. and somehow that was worse.

“you barely know me,” you said.

“wanna fix that?” he asked, his head tilting to the side and his eyes surveying your reaction to his words. 

your stomach flipped hard enough to hurt.

this was becoming a problem.

the diner had mostly emptied out by now, lights dimmer than before, staff wiping down counters in the background.

somehow it felt like you and matt were sitting in your own little pocket of the world.

which was dangerous, honestly.

because every minute with him made it easier to forget you’d met him literally hours ago.

matt shifted a little closer in the booth then, arm stretching along the back of the seat behind you again. not touching you. it was almost worse that he wasn’t.

his eyes flicked over your face slowly, lingering just enough to make heat creep up your neck.

you could feel your heartbeat in your throat.

your fingers tightened slightly around your drink without realizing.

his mouth twitched barely at the corner, not enough to call a smile, just enough to tell you he saw right through you.

your eyes dropped to the table too fast, pulse fluttering stupidly hard while you pretended to care very deeply about the condensation dripping down the side of your cup.

outside, rain had started sometime while you were inside. droplets streaked against the diner windows under the neon glow outside.

matt glanced toward it briefly before looking back at you.

“you parked at the shop, right?”

“yeah.”

“i’ll drive you back.”

“i can get an uber or something, you don’t have to.”

“i know.” his eyes dropped briefly to your mouth before lifting again. “i still wanna.”

the drive back felt warmer than it should’ve.

music low. some old rock song.

rain tapping against the windshield.

matt driving one handed while the other rested near the gearshift, fingers flexing every so often like he wanted to do something with them but he was stopping himself.

you caught him looking at you at a red light once.

not subtle at all.

“what,” you asked quietly.

“nothing.”

“liar.”

he smiled a little without looking away.

then the light turned green and he finally looked back at the road.

when you got back to the shop, the garage was dark now except for one overhead light near the back. rain fell harder outside, loud against the metal roof.

matt killed the engine but neither of you moved immediately.

your heartbeat was ridiculous at this point.

he turned slightly in his seat to look at you fully.

close in the dark.

too close.

“this usually happen to you?” he asked softly.

“what.”

“meeting somebody and wanting them this fast.”

your breath caught hard.

matt’s eyes flicked down to your mouth again.

slowly.

“because it doesn’t happen to me,” he admitted. “not like this.”

the air in the car felt thick, charged.

 matt's words hung between you, and you couldn't look away from him even if you'd wanted to.

he shook his head slowly, his gaze dropping to your mouth again, lingering there like he was imagining exactly what he wanted to do to you.

 "you make me-" he stopped, jaw tightening slightly like he was frustrated with himself. "fuck. you make me want to ruin my own rules."

"what rules?"

"the ones about keeping my hands off customers."

your breath shuddered out of you. "i'm not a customer anymore. you fixed my car."

matt's eyes darkened, a slow, dangerous smile pulling at his mouth. "yeah?"

"yeah."

"so if i kissed you right now," he said, leaning closer, close enough that you could feel the warmth of him, "that wouldn't be unprofessional?"

"pretty sure we're past professional, matt."

he moved.

his hand came up to cup your jaw, thumb brushing over your cheekbone with a gentleness that contradicted the hunger in his eyes, and then his mouth was on yours.

matt's tongue slid against yours with a confidence that made your head spin. his fingers threaded into your hair, tilting your head back against the headrest, taking exactly what he wanted.

you made a sound against his mouth, small and broken, and matt swallowed it greedily, his other hand finding your waist and gripping hard enough to bruise.

"get in the back," he murmured against your lips, the words rough and commanding.

"what?"

"backseat." his teeth grazed your lower lip, a sharp little bite that made you gasp. "now. before i fuck you right here where anybody could walk by and see what a mess you're already making."

your face burned but you were moving, crawling clumsily between the seats into the back, heart hammering so hard you could feel it in your throat. 

matt followed, his larger frame folding into the space behind you, and then he was reaching for you, pulling you into his lap, his hands rough and sure as they pushed up under your shirt.

"look at you," he breathed, his mouth finding your neck, sucking dark marks into your skin as his palms slid up to cup your breasts. "already falling apart and i've barely touched you."

you whimpered, your hips moving involuntarily against his, seeking friction.

he laughed darkly, his thumbs brushing over your nipples through your bra, making you arch into him. 

his mouth was everywhere, your jaw, your throat, the spot behind your ear, and his hands were on your body like he was memorizing every curve, every sensitive spot that made you moan. 

you could feel him hard and thick against you, and the confirmation that he was that affected, that desperate for you, sent chill up your spine.

"matt," you gasped when his fingers found the button of your jeans, flicking it open with practiced ease. "wait-"

"no," he said simply, his hand sliding down into your panties without hesitation, his middle finger sliding through your folds to find you embarrassingly wet. 

"you've been looking at me all fucking day like you wanted this. like you wanted me to bend you over that goddamn car and fuck you until you couldn't remember your own name."

your head fell back against his shoulder as his finger circled your clit, the pressure perfect, relentless.

"so don't tell me to wait," he continued, his mouth against your ear, his voice a low, filthy rumble that vibrated through your chest. "not when you're this wet for me."

"oh god-"

"that's it," he praised when you ground down against his hand, seeking more. "that's my girl. desperate and pretty, just like i knew you'd be."

he added a second finger, working you open with rough, deliberate strokes that had you rocking against his palm, chasing the friction. 

the rain was loud against the windows, the car slightly humid from your breath and body heat, and you felt completely surrounded by him, by the punishing rhythm of his fingers inside you.

"you gonna come like this?" he asked, his free hand gripping your hip, holding you still so he could control exactly how you took it. "gonna make a mess of my hand before i even get my cock inside you?"

"i-" your voice broke as he pressed his thumb hard against your clit, rubbing tight circles that made your thighs shake. "fuck, matt, please-"

"please what?"

"please-"

he bit down on your shoulder, hard, and you came apart with a cry that he had to muffle with his free hand over your mouth, his fingers never stopping their punishing pace, drawing out every shuddering wave until you were whimpering, oversensitive, boneless against him.

"good girl," he murmured against your sweat-dampened neck, his hand finally stilling, his fingers still buried inside you. "look at you. absolutely ruined and i haven't even fucked you yet."

you whined around his fingers, and he laughed softly. 

 "want you inside me," you breathed, your face burning. "want you to fuck me. please. right here."

"look at you," he said softly, his gaze dragging down your body, his hands gripping your thighs and spreading you wider over him. "so fucking pretty. so wet. you need this bad, don't you? need me to fill you up?"

"yes," you sobbed, reaching for his belt, your fingers clumsy with urgency. "yes, please, matt-"

he helped you, his own hands steady as he freed himself from his jeans, his cock heavy and hard against his stomach, the tip flushed and leaking.

you wrapped your hand around him without thinking, marveling at the heat of him, the thickness that made your stomach flip with anticipation.

"that's it," he breathed, his hips bucking into your touch. "touch me. get me ready to fuck you stupid in this backseat."

"gonna steam up the windows," you managed, your voice cracking as he throbbed in your palm.

"good," he growled, his hand wrapping around yours, guiding his cock to your entrance, the head sliding through your folds, spreading your wetness. "let them. let everybody fucking know what we're doing in here. let them know how desperate you are."

he pushed up as you sank down, your joint moans filling the small space, the stretch burning so perfectly that your vision blurred. 

he was so deep like this, your knees pressed against the worn leather on either side of his hips, his hands gripping your waist that held you still while you adjusted.

"shit," he groaned, his forehead dropping against your collarbone, his breath hot and ragged. "shit, you feel- you're so fucking tight. so perfect."

"matt," you whimpered, rocking experimentally, the shifting sensation making both of you gasp. "too big-"

"you can take it," he grunted, his grip tightening, holding you in place when you tried to lift up.

he started moving then, his hips snapping up with a force that bounced you on his lap, your head knocking back against the headrest with a soft thud.

the car was definitely rocking, you realized, creaking with every thrust.

"they could see us," he said, his voice strained, thrusting up into you with a relentless rhythm. 

"could walk right past and see what a mess you are. see how you're taking my cock desperately."

"oh god," you sobbed, your nails digging into his shoulders, your body jolting with every impact. "matt-"

he continued, his mouth finding your throat, sucking dark bruises into your skin. "so fucking hungry for it. look at you. can't even keep quiet, can you?"

he was right. you were being loud, your moans filling the small space, echoing against the windows that were definitely starting to fog up.

"such a good girl," he praised when you clenched around him, your body responding to his words.

 "taking it so well. so deep. feel how you're stretched around me? feel how you're making a mess of me?"

"yes," you gasped, your hips moving now, meeting his thrusts, chasing the friction. 

he shifted his grip, his fingers digging in hard, pulling you down onto him harder, faster. his other hand found your jaw, tilting your face up to look at him, his eyes dark and blown out, his curls falling into his face with sweat.

"wanna see your face when you come on my cock like a good little girl. wanna see exactly how stupid i fuck you."

the words alone were almost enough. you were so close, your whole body trembling. 

"matt," you choked out, your eyes rolling back slightly before forcing them open, meeting his gaze. "matt, i'm gonna-i'm close-"

"yeah?" he grunted, his hips snapping up with new urgency, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the car, mixing with the rain.

 "gonna come for me? gonna make a mess of yourself in my backseat? go ahead. do it. come on my cock, sweetheart. show me how good i fucked you."

his hand slid between your bodies, his thumb finding your clit, pressing down hard, rubbing tight, desperate circles that pushed you over the edge.

you came with a cry that he had to muffle with his mouth, his tongue sweeping in to swallow the sound.

"shit," he gasped against your mouth, his voice high pitched and soft, his hips stuttering. "shit, you're-i'm gonna-"

"come inside me," you begged, your voice wrecked, your hands gripping his face, forcing him to look at you. "please, matt, want to feel it, want-"

he buried his face in your neck with a guttural sound, his hips snapping forward one final time, 

his cock pulsing as he spilled into you, hot and thick. he kept moving, slow, shallow thrusts, his breath ragged and warm against your skin.

for a long moment you stayed like that, breathing hard, his weight pressing you back against the seat, his cock still inside you.

 the car smelled like sweat and sex and motor oil, and you felt completely, perfectly wrecked.

"you okay?" he murmured eventually, his voice muffled against your neck, his thumb stroking gently over your hip where he'd gripped too hard.

you hummed, too fucked out to form words.

he laughed softly, the sound warm and pleased, and pressed a kiss to your temple. "yeah," he said quietly. "me too."

when he finally pulled out, you winced slightly at the loss, and he immediately looked concerned, his hands gentle as he helped you shift off his lap, arranging your trembling limbs on the seat beside him.

"sore?"

"a little," you admitted, your voice hoarse. "good sore."

he smiled, helping you dress with a tenderness that felt at opposite with how roughly he'd just fucked you.

 he cleaned himself up with a rag from the glove compartment, probably the same one from his back pocket earlier, you realized with a blush, and fixed his jeans before pulling you back against his side.

"stay," he said softly, his arm wrapping around your shoulders, his fingers tracing patterns on your bare thigh. "just… stay here with me for a while."

outside, the rain continued to fall, and the windows were completely fogged over now.

 you leaned into him, your head on his shoulder.

"we can't stay in this car forever," you murmured.

"why not?" he kissed your forehead, his voice drowsy and satisfied. "got everything i need right here."

you smiled against his neck.

"you're ridiculous."

you decided that maybe, just maybe, breaking down at this particular garage was the best thing that had ever happened to you.

[ultimatelustforlife]

𐙚⋆.˚

wingscal on ig

[cherryst4rg1rl]

I’m 19 rn and I feel like i have no one lol

[brookeesweets]

chris sturniolo valentine's day special

warnings smut , backshots , raw(DONT DO THAT) , kissing , edging , bigdick!chris , public sex(also don't do this) , rough sex

The diner was all low lights and soft conversation. A place that was covered with couples from head to toe. It was Febuary 14th, your favorite holiday.

Chris always claimed the whole valentine shit was "corny," but he still got you flowers, and you still had a valentine this year. Because he asked you after all your whining. Now, he had taken you to probably one of the most fanciest restraunt's in LA. The food was good and the staff was kind. Yet you guys disappeared after the first fifteen minutes.

"mmph - fuckk chris!" You gasped, eyes rolled into the back of your skull as his hips snapped into your ass at a rapid pace. "Shh, you're gonna get us caught," Chris spoke through grunts.

His balls slapped against your clit, the length of his cock pushing so far into a place you thought no one could reach. His large hand reached up to wrap your long hair around his fist, yanking it back.

You gasped, wincing through a moan as your neck got whipped back at the motion. "Shittt baby, y'pussy so wet," he chuckled to himself, a cocky smirk placed onto his handsome features. You couldn't think nor reply.

"mm, oh m'gonna cum!" You squeaked, not bothering to stay quiet or care that you were bent over the bathroom sink getting pounded into oblivion. "Yeah?" Chris groaned, eyelids fluttering, but he refused to let them shut. Your ass was bouncing way to deliciously for him to waste the sight.

The knot in your tummy grew so tight it hurt. Your thighs shook, and your mouth fell open, drool running down the side of your mouth, along with tears streaming down your face. "Stick out your tongue," Chris demanded, his voice rough with pleasure. You listened, sticking your tongue out for him and waiting - his fingers had come a moment later, pressing down hard on the muscle.

"Cum for me baby, cum alllll over my dick"

His words sent you over the edge, walls clamping down on his big dick as you came. Chris thrusted sloppily before he burried himself inside you, spilling into your pussy.

It was silent for that next few minutes, just sweaty bodies and panting until Chris smiled to himself.

"If that's what I get for giving you flowers I'll gladly take it.

AUTHOR'S NOTE guys i'm so sorry for not posting that much but ill try🥲 send in requests and if you wanna be on the taglist for blurbs like this

[matthewsfawn]

⌗ bsf!matt fucks your brains out

read these texts before this

wordcount: 1.2k

warnings!: lowercase intended, unprotected sex (DO NOT!!), rough sex, making out, degrading (if you squint), oral(f!receiving), cumming inside (DO NOT!!), usage of Y/N, teasing (if you squint), slapping(ass), missionary and doggystyle postions mentioned, slight aftercare

ᴀʟʟ ᴅɪᴠɪᴅᴇʀs ʙʏ @chrisssiren ᴀs ᴡᴇʟʟ ᴀ ʟᴀʏᴏᴜᴛ ɪɴsᴘᴏ!

matt pulled up into your driveway, practically falling out of his car as he runs up to your door frantically knocking.

as soon as you open the door, his lips are on yours, car keys dropped to the ground as he kicks the front door shut behind you both.

he pulls back to catch his breath before speaking

“holy fuck, i’ve wanted to do that for years.” he whispers before kissing you again, leading you down the hall towards your bedroom.

you open the door with a small gasp as he pushes you onto the bed.

“i’m gonna treat you so good baby..” he gasps out as he kisses down your neck, towards your exposed cleavage.

“may i?” he questioned looking up at you.

once you nodded he pulled down your top along with your bra your tits spilling out.

he instantly attaches his lips to a hardening nipple, sucking lightly before he flicks his tongue over it.

“oh god matt—” you choke out, hands flying to his hair tugging lightly at the brunettes curly hair.

he releases your nipple as he guides you to lift your arms to fully remove your shirt before he removes his own.

he presses feather soft kisses down from the middle of your chest to your stomach before lightly tugging at the waistband of your shorts.

you lift your hips to help him remove them, his mouth watering at the sight of your glistening cunt.

“dirty girl.. no panties? must’ve sent that message on purpose knowing what would happen hm?” he smirks before licking a slow stripe from your entrance to your clit.

you moan, hands on his shoulders squeezing lightly.

“maybe i did, maybe i didn’t.. your never gonna find out” you breathe out between heavy gasps.

he starts moving his tongue slowly across your clit, pressing his tongue down as he moves it against it.

your hips threaten to buck upwards, but his hands hold them in place as his tongue starts to move faster.

he drags his fingers down the inner part of your thigh before sticking one into you, curling it to hit that spongy area inside of you.

you moan louder at the sensation, head tipping back as your hips buck into his face.

his fingers move at a fast pace with his tongue following in sync.

“matt— fuck! i’m so close– please!” you choke out.

you weren’t even sure what you were begging for, all you knew was that tight feeling in your stomach was just about to burst.

“c’mon baby cum on my fingers, i got you.” he adds another finger, somehow going even faster then before.

you let out a couple more whimpers before your hips still and let out a long moan, your fluids covering matts chin and sides of his mouth.

he pulls away wiping away the access of your cum off his face with the back of his hand then pulls off his sweats and boxers, kicking them off the bed before lifting one of your legs onto his shoulder.

“y’alright sweetheart?” he asks, thumb caressing your thigh softly.

you nod, before he pushes into your cunt, a moan leaving you both.

he starts slow, before his hips move at a hard pace, his hands pushing your leg up to your chest for a deeper angle.

your eyes roll back, loud moans leaving your lips as the bed creaks beneath your weight, and the intensity of his thrusts.

he suddenly stops, pulling out, a whimper leaving you at the loss of pleasure before he flips you onto your stomach, propping your legs up.

he slams back into your sopping cunt, hands on your hips and pulling you back hard and fast.

you moan into the mattress, clawing at the sheets.

he pulls your head up by your hair, leaning forward to whisper into your ear.

“you like being fucked like this huh? sending me that voice message. such a whore.” he smirks as your eyes roll back, he lets go of your hair, your head falling back into the mattress.

his thrusts only grow more punishing, his hand landing on your left ass cheek, leaving a red handprint that’ll be there for god knows how long.

drool leaks out of the side of your mouth, body moving forward with every thrust.

“matt— baby!—” you moan out, clenching around him.

he groans at the feeling, head tipping back.

“you gonna cum baby? huh? all over my cock?” he practically growls out, hips slamming into your ass repeatedly.

you nod frantically, moaning into the pillow.

“then cum. all over it baby c’mon.” he whimpers slightly.

you moan loudly, cum starts to drip down from the base of his dick.

he thrusts once, twice, before his hips still and his hot seed spills against your walls.

he pulls out and collapses next to you.

“you alright, Y/N?” he asks brushing hair out of your face.

you nod a small smile playing on your lips.

silence fills the room for a minute, before matt speaks.

“did you really mean to send that voice message to me?”

“yeah. i wanted to see what you would do.” you giggle slightly.

he chuckles “well i guess the outcome was me fucking you stupid, huh?”

you nod giggling.

“lets get you cleaned up, silly girl.”

@ᴍᴀᴛᴛʜᴇᴡsғᴀᴡɴ ™ do not steal/repost my writing.

isla’s opinions: : bro matt is such the type to be all giggly after sex, ARGUE WITH THE WALL 😭.

[salemsturniolo-deactivated20260]

I have absolutely nothing appropriate to say right now.🫠

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[chrisssiren]

𝑹𝒐𝒄𝒌 𝑯𝒂𝒓𝒅 𝟓𝟎𝟎 ✰ 𝑴.𝑺

ⓘ 𝑺𝑴𝑼𝑻! ⋆ bsf!matt ⋆ dry humping your thigh ⋆ i dunno if this classifies as somnophilia but beware nonetheless ⋆ matt’s lowkey a pervert ⋆ male moaning/whimpering ⋆ almost getting caught ⋆ coming in pants + more.

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒚 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒓𝒕... matt gets a boner with you, his best friend, sleeping beside him and he doesn’t know how to take care of it. until he accidentally shifts his hips—and his self-control snaps.

Matt lays on his back stiffly, his eyes glued to the ceiling. He can feel your thigh on him—specifically on his crotch. This wasn’t how it was supposed to go. You came over for a sleepover. No innuendo behind it whatsoever.

And yet, he’s laying—rock hard—with your thigh on his lap right now, unable to move it in fear of waking you up and risk letting you see his boner. You’re sleeping so peacefully that he almost, almost, feels guilty for getting hard.

He didn’t really mean to get hard though. His body betrayed him when you snuggled so close to him in your sleep, your limbs draping across him and your face pressing against his chest.

Matt inhales sharply when your leg twitches ever so subtly in your sleep, causing your thigh to put more pressure on his aching erection straining against his sweats. He tries to think of anything to distract himself; ideas for videos, his personal project, the cute kittens he saw on his instagram feed earlier today, the time Chris stole Mr. Wrinkleton on stream.

But no matter how hard he tried, his traitorous dick just wouldn’t go down, pulsing and throbbing under his clothes.

He feels hot all over, as if he’s burning. And he doesn’t know if it’s because he’s wearing sweatpants and a t-shirt in bed or if it’s because of your proximity. Probably both.

"Fuuck..." Matt groans, low in his throat, almost pained, as his cock throbs urgently with every heartbeat. It hurts. It hurts so good he almost lets out a low moan but swallows it down thickly before it could escape.

Matt can feel his tip leaking precum, beginning to make his boxers all sticky and transferring onto his sweats. His face heats up at the feeling of the damp crotch of his sweatpants pressed against your inner thigh.

With a soft grunt, he tries to move. Bad idea. Because the moment he shifted his hips, pleasure shot up his spine, tingling his brain in a way that had him moaning softly. His breath hitches as he shifts his hips again, practically trembling for relief.

His thick cock was so sensitive because of how long he’d been hard without any relief. Every little movement feels electric. Every subtle grind is like heaven to him right now.

Matt’s hips move slowly, humping your thigh like a horny teenager. His ears burned, as well as his face, but his hands found themselves on your thigh, keeping your leg in place so he could grind harder into the soft flesh.

He grits his teeth, jaw muscles ticking, as he tries not to moan at the delicious sensation of his hard-on rubbing against your warm, bare thigh through his pants.

His brows furrows in pleasure when he feels his stomach tightening with his impending orgasm. He doesn’t usually get this close this fast but something about the risky way he’s finding relief is making him feel more hornier than usual.

Matt’s cock has leaked so much that his boxers are slippery against his length, making subtle but lewd squelching noises, muffled by the covers. His cock is twitching and pulsing, his balls tightening, and he’s so close to his orgasm that his breath begins to hitch faster.

Just as he feels himself about to let go, you start to stir, your thigh shifting and pressing more against Matt’s boner, causing the poor guy to whimper quietly, hoping you don’t actually wake up.

His heart pounds so loudly against his ribcage and he swears he couldn’t hear anything for a few seconds because of how loud his heartbeat was in his ears. Fortunately for Matt, your eyes flutter slightly but you don’t wake up.

His body shakes ever so slightly as he tries to hold back his orgasm, his hand on your thigh flexing. Suddenly, you move your leg, accidentally grinding your thigh against Matt’s crotch so deliciously that he feels the taut bands in his stomach snap.

And he’s coming. Hard.

"Fu-fuuck-- I’m- m’cumming!" He whimpers urgently, letting out a guttural groan as he feels his tip release ropes of warm cum inside his boxers. His hips jerk against your thigh and his eyes roll back briefly before snapping shut, his brows knitted together. His hands grip your thigh, fingers sinking into your flesh, trying to ground himself.

You stir awake, slowly. But all you do is turn around and fall back asleep, completely blind to the fact that Matt, your best friend since forever, has orgasmed using your thigh.

Guess this’ll be his dirty little secret.

˖ ݁𖥔 ݁˖ 𝒆𝒏𝒈𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒉 𝒊𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒎𝒚 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒔𝒕 𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒖𝒂𝒈𝒆.ᐟ | 𝒘𝒄 – 𝟎.𝟕𝒌 ˖ ݁𖥔 ݁˖

isa’s rambling ۶ৎ yes so uh... the title cracks me up lmaooo it’s kinda rushed ngl ’cause i wanted to finish it quickly. it has been sitting in my drafts since literally last friday lmao (also i dunno if i like this or not)

© 𝒄𝒉𝒓𝒊𝒔𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒓𝒆𝒏

[owensbabygirl]

OH FUCK IM BOUTA NUT OH OUHHH

#stubbleeeeeeee

[sturn1ez]

goatee chris if you can hear me…

[mattsbeloved]

the urge to sink my teeth in is so real right now

[eyesonmattyb]

Dilf!Matt doesn’t care if things get a little…messy

⚠︎ PISS!KINK, smut, pnv, daddy kink, pet names, fingering, slight humiliation, dirty talk, slight plot, kissing, dom!matt.

READ AT YOUR OWN DISCRETION. THIS IS YOUR FINAL WARNING.

your fear of public bathrooms has never been so evident. sitting in the restaurant with matt for hours, catching each other up with your lives the past couple of days that you were away from one another was nice. but, you’d had drank a lot of water, and if he didn’t pick up the check and pay right now, you were afraid of pissing your pants.

“matt—do you think we can leave soon? i need to pee.” you murmur, quiet enough that only he could hear with the amount of people around you.

he chuckled, shaking his head. “sure baby.” he grabbed the check, not even looking at the total before putting his card in the slit. the waiter came by and picked it up, too slowly for your current state, and walked away to check out your table.

the waiter came back, matt nodded a ‘thank you’ before grabbing a $50 bill from his wallet and putting it underneath the check. your breathing came harder, the pressure in your bladder grew with every passing second. you needed to go. now.

and he knew that. even so, he took his time grabbing his things and your hand, slowly walking you out of the restaurant. you whined when you sat down in the car, matt closing the door for you and walking the long way around the back of the car to his side.

it seemed like the entire universe was working against you. hitting every red light, drivers driving too slow. that, and the fact matt’s hand hadn’t left your upper thigh, drawing tight circles across your skin. it all made the pressure build. you felt a small trickle fall out when matt went over a speed bump, whimpering to yourself in agony.

he fucking giggled. clearly amused by your need to go to the bathroom. “i know you’re in pain right now—but all you’re doing is turning me on.” he states, his hand on your thigh grabbing a handful of skin, his eyes looking over at you, dark and full of lust.

you can’t even respond, the insatiable urge to pee took away all of your words. you whined in response, not even looking at him when he turns into your neighborhood.

you let yourself out of the car before he was even fully parked, swiftly running inside to the nearest bathroom you could find. matt wasn’t far behind, charging towards you with one goal in mind.

his hand grabbed your wrist firmly, spinning you around to connect his lips to yours in a hungry kiss. the kiss was anything but gentle, all teeth and tongue, loud moans bouncing off the walls of your shared house. “please matt! i need to pee” you say breathlessly, trying to pull away.

he lifts you by the back of your thighs and carries you to the bedroom. he lays you down on the bed, your frilly skirt already bunched up around your waist. he examined the wet spot in your panties. whether it was piss or wetness, he didn’t know. or care.

he moved your panties to the side, seeing your glimmering pussy on full display for him. he groaned loudly, bringing his two longest fingers to your entrance before plunging them deep. his fingers curling expertly against your sweet spot.

your eyes bulged, every single pore of your body lit ablaze. you cried out when you felt a small trickle fall onto his fingers, humiliated by the thought of it. “m-matt!” you pleaded, your eyes rolling back.

“oh c’mon sweetie,” he rasped, unbuttoning his pants. “you know i don’t mind.” his words sounded encouraging, but all it did was make your cheeks redden more.

his pants were off now, his boxers ripped off as well. he was heavy behind you, his thick cock resting on your inner thigh. he leaned over you, cupping his hand underneath your jaw to arch your back. you whimpered, every sense heightened, every touch of his hand was a gentle reminder of how painful your bladder became.

and then he was inside of you. your gummy walls clenching around him, his tip hitting your sweet spot. you moaned pathetically when he started to move into you. his pace was relentless, his hips slamming into your ass with every thrust.

“fuuuuuck baby—always so fuckin’ tight for daddy, huh?” he breathed, grunting under his breath when your pussy spazzed around him.

the pleasure was torturous. every thrust sent you closer and closer to the edge. the edge of what exactly? you didn’t know. all you knew was that the pressure in your tummy increased, and you couldn’t hold it in anymore.

“daddy! i’m—fuck — i need to pee!” you begged, feeling more piss leak down his long shaft. he huffed a laugh, slapping your ass in encouragement. “yeah?” he challenged. “go ahead then little girl, make a mess for me.”

your hands white-knuckled into the sheets, holding onto your dignity for dear life. but, it felt so fucking good.

matt’s hands holding onto your waist were bruising, his mouth sloppily kissing over your shoulder blades. he groaned when he looked down at his cock covered in your juices, the sight alone making him speed up.

his hands ventured down to your ass, spreading your cheeks to drive himself deeper into you. “need to feel you all over me sweetheart—can you do that for me?” he asked, his tone condescending.

his cock hits your bladder cruelly, one of his hands coming around to circle your clit. you screamed out, the band coiling impossibly tighter.

“let go baby—i got you.” was the last thing you heard before the band snapped. white hot pleasure washed over, letting out a sharp cry when you came, warm liquid erupting from your bladder at the same time.

the orgasm lasted longer than anticipated, matt’s hips coming to a hilt before spilling into you, collapsing on top of you in exhaustion.

your body was left twitching, relief flooding it when you felt him pull out, all three liquids spilling out of you. matt gasped in awe, bringing his fingers down to push it back into you. “fuck—good girl” he cooed, tracing his free hand up your spine.

you whimpered in response, your eyes shutting involuntarily from sleepiness. he chuckled at you, his arms scooping you up before carrying you to the bathroom to clean you. “my dirty, pissy, little girl.”

dal’s note: hi…so…yeah. i’m really scared to post this. please don’t hate me. thank u to @sturncoast @pepsipoet & @devotedlyteenagemusic for inspiring me to write this, i had sm fun with it!

𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

[starrsturns]

⟡ ݁₊ 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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© starrsturns

[sitarayummmyyyy]

MATTHEW OMG 😩🤎🤎

Big thanks to the sweet angel who took the text off these pictures🖤 if you see this I love you . (Idk if they want their name on here so I covered it 💫)

[chrisfavslutt]

𝓢𝓱𝓲𝓷𝔂 𝓵𝓲𝓽𝓽𝓵𝓮 𝓼𝓮𝓬𝓻𝓮𝓽𝓼

warnings: sexual content, kinky, pet names, eye contact, dominant, teasing, aggression, nipple piercing+nipple sucking

summary: your boyfriend chris always talked about how you would look sexy with both of your nipple pierced so you surprised him by getting both of them pierced.

The walk from the car to the front door felt like a marathon. every step you took, the fabric of your lace bra brushed against the fresh medal, sending sharp, electric jolts straight to your chest. you was raw, you was throbbing, and you absolutely reeling from the adrenaline. you fumbled with your keys, finally pushing the door open. the house was quiet, but the air felt charged. you practically shed your belongings—your keys clattered onto the marble kitchen island, followed by the heavy thud of your purse and your phone. you didn’t bother picking them up. you had one goal.

wincing slightly as you took the stairs, you reached the master bedroom and pushed the door open. the scent of cedar and citrus body wash hit you instantly. chris was sitting on the edge of the bed, his back to you, still damp from the shower. a white towel slung low around his hips, gripping his waist just enough to show off his v-line of his torso. his skin was still glistening under the bedroom lights, completely unaware of the sensitive, silver secret you was hiding under your shirt.

you let out a soft, breathy giggle as you approached the bed, the sound catching his attention. chris started to turn his head, a smirk already tugging at the corner of his mouth, but you didn’t give him a chance to speak. you moved into his space, straddling his lap and settling onto his thighs. the movement made your breath hitch—the friction of your bra against your chest felt like a thousand tiny sparks—but the look in chris’s eye made the sting worth it. his hands instinctively came up to rest on your waist, his palms warm against your skin. “well, hello to you too,” he rumbled, his voice low and vibrating against you. “you’re home early. why the giggles?”

you leaned in, your nose brushing against his, the heat radiating off his freshly showered skin making your head spin. you could feel every pulse in your body centered right where the silver barbells were hiding. you was playing a risky game, knowing that if he pulled you just an inch closer, you’d probably gasp from the sensitivity. “I have a surprise for you,” you whispered, your hands sliding up his chest, stopping just short of your own collarbone. “but you have to be very, very gentle with me tonight.”

chris’s eyebrows shot up, his grip on your waist tightening just a fraction. “gentle? that doesn’t sound like you.” his eyes darkened with curiosity as his gaze dropped to your lips, then lower, noticing the way you was holding yourself so carefully. “what you do?” the air in the room seemed to still as the words left your lips. chris’s hands, which had been loosely circling your waist, froze. he went completely silent, his eyes widening as his gaze dropped to the front of your shirt, his brain trying to catch up what you’d just confessed.

“you what?” he rasped, his voice dropping an octave, thick with a mix of shock and instant heat. you bit your lip harder, a nervous flutter dancing in your stomach. “i got them done. just now.” you gave a tiny, careful shrug that made you wince. “they’re… they’re really sensitive, baby. and they’re beautiful.”

the look on his face shifted from pure surprise to a hunger that made your heart race. he didn’t move immediately; it was like he was afraid that if he breathed too hard, he might hurt you. his hands slide slowly, agonizing, from your waist up to your ribs, stopping just inches shy of the fresh medal. “you did that for me?” he whispered, his eyes finally meeting yours, burning with appreciation. “can I see? let me see them, baby.”

You nodded, your fingers trembling slightly as you reached for the hem of your shirt. you moved with extreme caution, inching the fabric upward. as the shirt lifted, the cool air hit your skin, making your goosebumps rise and your chest tighten. finally, the light caught the glint of the fresh, polished silver barbells.

chris let out a low, shaky breath, his pupils blowing wide. “god, they’re perfect,” he breathed, leaning in closer until the heat from his skin was radiating against yours, but he still didn’t dare make contact. “you look sexy.” he leans down and kisses one of your pierced nipples gently, then the other one. his hands squeeze your breast softly causing you to whimper. “does it hurt?” he asked between kisses, “…because I wanna suck on them so bad right now.” his fingers played with the bars lightly. “…can I?” you bit your lip as you nodded

he smiled mischievously and wraps his lips around one of your sensitive pierced nipples, sucking gently but firmly. his other hand playfully tweaks the bar on the other nipple. he noticed how your eyes flutter closed and you let out a soft moan. he pulls back and bites your piercing playfully, knowing it’ll send a jolt of pleasure through you. you arch your back slightly and whimpered. he smirks and continues his playful torture, biting, sucking and teasing your pierced peaks. “too sensitive for ya?” your head fell back, your neck arched in a graceful line as you nodded eagerly.

he chuckled darkly, “good. means I’m doing something right.” he captured both nipples between his fingers and pinches gently, watching your face for reactions. his voice drops lower, “…you like that?” he pinches again, harder this time, “…baby?” “yes baby i-i fucking l-love it,” you whispered, as he continued to suck and lick on both of your sensitive nipples.

he grins, his eyes dark with desire as he continues to play with your pierced nipples. he suddenly lifts you up and laid you down on the bed, positioning himself between your legs. “spread your thighs,” he commands, his voice firm but gentle. “I wanna see if these piercings…” he trails off as he spreads your legs open, looking down at your glistening pussy with a hungry expression. he reaches out and gently pulls on the hoop piercing at the top of your slit, making you gasp. “fuck,” he mutters, “I forgot you had gotten your pretty little pussy pierced a few months ago.”

he leans down, his eyes locked onto yours as he captured the hoop between his teeth. he lightly pulled and tugged on the piercing, making your pussy flutter with pleasure. his hand comes up to rub your clit in slow circles, “does that feel good, baby?” “yes… yes baby…” you whimpered, the sound caught between a moan and a plea. he hums against your piercing, sending vibrations through your core.

his fingers slip inside you easily, thanks to how wet you are. “so fucking wet,” he mutters approvingly, pumping his fingers in and out slowly as he continues to play with your piercing with his teeth. “you like having your pretty pussy played with like this?” “yes” you moaned softly, causing chris to pump his fingers faster inside you.

he wraps his arm around your thigh and pulls your leg over his shoulder, opening you up even wider to him “and what about when i do this?” he asked, curling his fingers inside you to press against your g-spot while his thumb finds your clit and circles it faster

he smirks, knowing exactly what these moans mean. he keeps up the pressure on your sensitive spots, his other hand coming up to pinch and roll your nipple piercing between his fingers. “you’re gonna cum for me, aren’t you baby?” you moaned softly, “mhm.. don’t stop baby please don’t.” he increases the pace of his fingers inside you, curling them harder against your g-spot while rubbing faster circles on your clit. his teeth pulled gently on the hoop piercing again, “…cum for me,” he commands softly but firmly, “…let me see that pussy squirt.”

as soon as those words left chris’s mouth u start squirting everywhere. his eyes widen with excitement as he watched your pussy squirt all over his hand and the bed. he continues to finger you through your orgasm, his own dick throbbing in his pants. “fuck…you’re so damn pretty when you squirt,” he groans, he slowly pulls his fingers out your pussy and brings them to his mouth, sucking off your juices.

“delicious,” he murmurs, setting your leg back down gently. he stood up and starts to undo the towel that was wrapped around his waist “now I’m gonna fuck this pretty pierced pussy and make you squirt all over my cock.” he pulls out his thick, hard dick and steps between your legs again. he pushes your legs up to your chest, opening you up completely for him. “I’m gonna fuck this hoop piercing right through your pussy.” he growls, notching his dick at your entrance.

you let out a soft, melodic sigh, your eyes squeezed shut as you drifted into a haze of pleasure. he slams into you without a warning, the head of his dick hitting your g-spot immediately thanks to the angle. you gasp and moan loudly as he starts pounding into you aggressively, “fuck yes….take my cock baby,” he gripped your hips hard, “… feel that?” “mhm” you hummed, causing him to lean over you and starts fucking you even harder, his hips smacking against your ass with each thrust.

he reaches up and pulls on your nipple piercing roughly, “squirt on my dick,” he demands, his other hand coming down to slap your clit repeatedly, “cum for me again, baby.” you left out a loud moan, squirting all over him again. he groans loudly as your pierced pussy squeezed his cock and squirts all over him. he doesn’t slow down his brutal pace though, fucking you through your orgasm and making you squirt again. “dirty girl,” he pants, “…loving this pierced pussy..”

he sits up on the bed and pulls you onto his lap, making you bounce on his dick as he sucks and bites your pierced nipples. “ride my cock baby,” he growls, his hands gripping your hips tightly as he encourages you to bounce harder.” you threw your head back as you bounced on his dick harder.

his eyes rolled back as you start bouncing on his dick faster, his dick hitting your sweet spot with every bounce. he captures both pierced nipples in his mouth at once, sucking hard as his hands squeezing your ass cheeks roughly. “yeah take daddy dick..” he breaks off to suck harder on one nipple piercing.

[darksturnz]

── ⋮ ⌗ RIBBONS N REWARDS. . . ⟢ DEALER.ᐟCHRIS ᵎᵎ

CONTENTS: smut heavy-plot ・no actual p n v・bicep riding ・his arms are getting so big i need him to [redacted] + more ib: this !

Chris exhales a slow drag from the blunt, thick smoke curling around his lips as he watches you fidget with the ribbon in your hands. The motel room is dim, just the neon glow from the streetlights outside flickering through the blinds. The whole scene is steeped in the heavy tension that always lingers between you two—something unspoken, something inevitable.

“the fuck are you doin’ kid?” he finally drawls, voice deep, uninterested—but you know better. You see the way his gaze flickers, how his fingers tap idly against his thigh like he’s holding back a dry comment.

You swallow and move closer, sliding onto the mattress beside him. “Just—hold still,” you murmur, carefully wrapping the ribbon around his thick bicep.

Chris doesn’t stop you, just lets you work, arms loose at his sides like he’s kinda amused by the whole thing. “This some kinda—…some kinda kink I dunno about?”

You fumble with the knot, heat creeping up your neck. “No.”

He scoffs, tilting his head. “Lyin’ ass.”

You don’t respond, just tighten the ribbon into a perfect bow. The sight of it—the small bow against his big arms—sends a shiver down your spine. Chris watches your reaction, and something slow and understanding spreads across his face.

He shifts, resting his weight on one elbow, the movement making the muscle under your fingers jump. “Hm? Got you all hot and bothered just from tyin’ a fuckin’ ribbon around them?” he mutters, flicking the blunt between his fingers. “What, you wanna fuck ‘em now too?”

Your whole body tenses, mortified. “Shut up.”

Chris grins, bringing the blunt back to his lips. “Nah, you gotta own it.” He exhales, smoke curling around your face as he tilts his head lazily. “Tell me how bad you wanna get off on my arm baby.”

You shake your head, looking away, but he catches your chin with his fingers, tilting your face back toward him. “C’mon,” he murmurs, low and coaxing. “Ain’t like I don’t already know, tied that bow like some kinda reward for yourself.”

Your breath hitches, shame twisting deep in your stomach. He knows. Of course he fucking knows.

Chris leans in, lips brushing the corner of your mouth. “You really that needy, baby?” His voice is dark, thick with amusement. “That fuckin’ pathetic?”

The way he says it—so damn sure of himself—makes something inside you snap. You push forward, catching his mouth in a messy, desperate kiss, and he groans against your lips, his free hand sliding up your thigh.

“Thought so,” he murmurs between kisses, grinning.

You don’t even know how it happens, how you end up straddling his bicep, his free hand gripping your hip as he looks up at you with that lazy, expectant gaze. The ribbon is still tied snugly around his arm, a mocking reminder of just how deep your obsession runs.

Chris shifts, rolling his shoulder, flexing just enough to make you gasp as the pressure meets the ache between your thighs. “There you go,” he mutters, adjusting your hips so you’re sitting just right. “Go ahead. Show me how bad you need it.”

You move hesitantly at first, rolling your hips against the firm muscle, your hands gripping his shoulders for balance. But then Chris flexes again, the hardness of his bicep pressing perfectly against you, and you choke on a moan.

His grin widens. “Oh— ..s’that good, huh?”

You nod, biting your lip, eyes fluttering shut. “S-so good..”

“Fuckin’ look at you,” he muses, voice thick, eyes dark with hunger. “Grinding all over me like some desperate little thing.” His fingers dig into your waist, guiding your movements, and your thighs tremble as the friction builds.

Your fingers find his curls, tugging slightly, and he groans, low and approving. “Shiiiiit,” he rasps. “You gonna cum like this? Just rubbin’ your needy little cunt on my fuckin’ arm?”

You whimper, the pressure too much, not enough, everything all at once. Chris watches you unravel, his own expression darkening as your moans turn breathless.

“That’s it,” he murmurs, voice thick with satisfaction. “jus’ soakin’ my arm, sweetheart.”

The words send a shudder through you, humiliation twisting deep in your stomach, but it only makes the arousal burn hotter. Your nails dig into his shoulders as you grind down one last time, with a final, shaky rut, your orgasm crashes over you, leaving you trembling against him. Your grip on his curls tightens as you gasp through it, your slick staining the flexed muscle beneath you.

Chris groans, shifting slightly beneath you, eyes dropping to where you’ve ruined his skin. “oh fuuuuck,” he mutters, almost to himself, before looking back up at you with that sick grin.

“‘s all better now huh?,” he hums, reaching up to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear.

Your body is still trembling as the last waves of your orgasm roll through you, thighs quivering around his arm, breath coming in short, uneven gasps. The room feels hotter now, thick with smoke and something else—something filthier.

Chris nods, slow and approving, flexing his arm beneath you once more, just to feel the way your body twitches in overstimulation. His bicep is glistening, slick with the evidence of your cum, and when you finally blink down at the mess you made, heat flares up your spine in mortification.

The grin spreads further across his face as he tilts his head, eyes dragging over you like he’s cataloging every ruined inch of you. He clicks his tongue, shaking his head.

“Look at that shit”

You finally blink down, breath still coming in short, uneven gasps, and your stomach flips at the sight—his bicep, glistening, and you swallow hard.

Chris exhales smoke, watching you with that same lazy amusement. “Made a huge fuckin’ mess,” he murmurs, gaze flicking down to the slick sheen on his arm before lifting back to your face. “Didn’t know you were so filthy.”

You blink at him, breath still uneven, lips slightly parted. You try to move, try to shift off of him, but his grip tightens on your waist, holding you there. His thumb brushes the inside of your thigh, featherlight, savoring the way your body still trembles under his touch, his ego flying through the roof right now.

He made a mental note to thank Matt for forcing him to the gym every morning the last few weeks, apparently it did come in handy. 

“C’mon, kid,” he sighs, shifting slightly beneath you, bicep flexing under your touch. “Use that pretty mouth and clean it up, we got shit to do.”

authors note: heh…#needthatngl…i was also stoned n half asleep writing this my apologies for any typos.

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[slut-4-christopher]

fuckk

[y3sterdaysproblem]

guys hear me out when I say this please…. invisalign matt is the sexiest matt🤭

[slut-4-christopher]

finally someone gets it