MARLS 𝜗𝜚🧸ྀི

DILF! MATT AND SUB!CHRIS' 1# FAN chris' wife ❤︎ professional chris kisser

[starrii-sturns]

“oh i like it, baby”

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✦Marls✦

MULTIFANDOM: Sturniolos, Tarayummy, Jake Webber, Johnnie Guilbert, LARRAY, MACDOESIT, SAM AND COLBY, BENOFTHEWEEK, PINK MANGO.

Bisexual 💕

i love my boyfriend 💙

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Birthday ᯓ★July 16th 🖤

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[starrii-sturns]

my Marlssss

my darling abbyyyyyy hellooo

[twitchchrisera]

Don’t know if I should cry or cum… maybe both?

The difference is fucking insane

[sturnserene]

matt in today’s video. that’s it. that’s the whole post.

he’s so fucking sexy somone hold me back.

[charmersturns]

happiest 23rd birthday to the sweetest boys :)) although, i have lost interest in them for a while, i will always remember how much they mean to me and made me laugh. they did save me at one point, but things can change. i remember when they were just 17 and starting their youtube journey. it’s been so amazing watching them grow up and become better people, not only for the fans, but for themselves too. i was in the fandom for 5 years, and they were the best 5 years of my life. though, this fandom is super toxic at times, i still made a ton of friends and discovered my love for them.

i’m wishing them the happiest birthday, and i hope it is filled with nothing but cheers and laughter. these boys deserve the world, and i hope they know how much the fandom values them. ♡♡

[chrisssiren]

「 ✦ 𝒃𝒇.ᐟ𝒄𝒉𝒓𝒊𝒔 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒄𝒖𝒅𝒅𝒍𝒆 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈 ✦ 」

You were awoken by the glaring sun in your face and the way too bright chirping from the birds outside. Turning around in your boyfriend’s arms with a soft groan, you realize how hot your head had become from being exposed to the sun for so long.

Chris stirs beside you due to your movements, arms tightening instinctively around you. A slow, lazy smile creeps up his lips before his eyes are even open. "Mornin’," he mumbles, his voice rough and raspy with sleep.

"Morning," you mumble back, sighing softly as you melt into his chest.

"Your head’s so hot right now," Chris chuckles when he buries his face in your hair.

You grin, pulling back to look up at him with soft, sleepy eyes. "I’m so hot?"

Chris laughs, his eyes barely open and crinkling at the corners with mirth as he looks down at you. "I didn’t say that," he teases.

You fake frown. "So you don’t think I’m hot?"

"I never said that."

"You implied."

Chris groans. "It’s like 8 in the morning, babe."

You pull back more, eyes narrowing even as your lips twitch at the corners. "You don’t think I’m hot in the morning."

"Hey... come back," he pouts, scooting closer when you turn your back to him. His eyes sparkle with amusement at you sulking even though you both know you’re not really mad at him over something so ridiculous.

Chris’s arms wrap around you from behind, face burying in your neck. "Babyyy..." He whines. "You know I didn’t mean it."

Your lips finally stretch into a smile, trying to hold back your laugh.

"You’re the most hottest, sexiest, and prettiest girlfriend ever," he murmurs, his voice becoming softer and losing some of the playfulness. "And you smell fucking amazing."

You snort. "Are you tryna butter me up?"

Chris chuckles softly. "Maybe. Is it working?"

"Unfortunately, yeah." You turn back around to face him, and find him looking at you with the softest look ever—enough to make your heart feel like it’s extending and melting and doing all kinds of things all at once.

"I love you," he whispers, cupping the side of your face with one large hand, his thumb brushing reverently along your skin.

"I love you too," you whisper back, eyes dropping to his lips before looking back up into his pretty blue ones.

Chris leans in slow, and you meet him halfway. A soft sigh leaves him as his eyes flutter closed, and he smiles into the kiss when he feels you kiss him back—your lips moving in tandem with his.

The kiss is slow, sensual, reflecting the day you’re both—hopefully—going to have.

You pull back first, needing oxygen, and smile when you feel him chase after your lips. "Hey, greedy."

"Can you blame me? I wanna keep kissing you." He plants small, quick pecks all over your face and neck, making you laugh and try to push him back half-heartedly.

"Chris- Baby, stop-" You burst into a fit of giggles.

Laughter bubbles in his chest at hearing the small giggles escaping your lips, his heart feeling so full to the point it feels like it’ll explode from happiness.

Chris never thought a day like this would come—where he’s doing things he thought were just “corny couple shit”.

He’s eating his words, but he’s not embarrassed. Not at all. It just means you’ve changed his perception of love. You’ve changed him for the better.

And he wouldn’t have it any other way.

Comfortable silence fills the room when Chris finally stops and you two stay tangled in each other’s limbs and the comforter. Your cheeks still ache from laughing too much and yet you can’t seem to stop smiling.

"Your head’s still hot though," Chris suddenly says, but it doesn’t break the quiet moment.

"Yeah... I know," you hum.

"Next time let’s close the blinds before we sleep," Chris says, tucking your hair behind your ear. "Can’t have my pretty girl all hot and bothered without me being the reason for it."

You make a face. Chris grins wide.

"Chris- What?!" You laugh heartily.

Something mischievous glints in his eyes as he leans closer. "You heard me."

Your laugh dissipates when you feel his boner poke against your inner thigh and you look at him, blinking. "You're a pervert."

"Hey, that’s mean! I’m your boyfriend." Chris scoffs, playfully offended. "How can I not get hard when I wake up to my hot girlfriend beside me every morning??"

"You’re unbelievable." You shake your head.

"You mean the most awesomest boyfriend?"

"..."

"..."

"So... no handjob?"

"Ugh, fine... pull your boxers down then."

Let’s just say that it did not end with just a handjob lol.

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

› got a cute lil’ request from anon & also inspired by this post by @bunnymuffinn :p i don’t really like this but i also didn’t wanna scrap it sooo i ended up posting it... writing fluff is haaard 🫩

[sirenstags]

new chris blurb

⟢ taglist four: @cheriedove @nikkisstupidsong @shygirl0821 @sturnsberries @sluut4chris @hannahsturnssxo @vxsturns @spookysturnz

[starrii-sturns]

ALSO SO EXCITED FOR FALLLL OML this summer has been frying me 😭im tired of needing ac also lowk just not the best summer help

yessss me too i need my cold weather now i dont really like summer at all 💔💔

[starrii-sturns]

IM GOOOOOOOD LOWK TEA BC I JS GOT HOME FORM WORK AND TELL ME WHY A GOTH BADDIE CALLED ME PRETTY TEHE IMMA RIDE TAHT HIGH FOR LIKE A YEAR OR SO TBH

OMGGG I LOVE GOTH BADDIESSSS YOUR SO LUCKY CUZ YOU ARE SO PRETTY 😝

[55sturn]

you’re sexy, your body, it move outta control

disc: swearing, smut [ unprotected p in v, fingering, being put in a headlock, creampie lol ], being incredibly horny for your bf, bicep kink, cocky soft dom!chris, and lowk gentle brat tamer!chris.

you don’t necessarily mean stare. but the way chris looks in this very moment has you in a trance. the way his white tee sits on his frame, the fabric straining in best way around his thick arms, the way his hair curls out from under the edges of his hat, and how bright his eyes look in the sunlight makes it hard for you to look away. he looks good. unfairly so. the outfit, the stubble, the subtle cockiness and gentle confidence that he walks with is making you feel like a cat in heat.

truth be told, you absolutely mean to stare. when chris had walked out of his room wearing a white tee, slightly less baggy blue jeans, and his hat backwards like always your breath hitched in your throat. one thing caught your attention specifically and it was how snug the cuffs of his t-shirt had gotten around his biceps.

lately chris’ trips to gym and progress in gaining muscle mass has been a lot more noticeable. his chest and shoulders had broadened out even more, and his biceps were very clearly and noticeably larger. and god were you in heaven. chris picked up on your interest in his arms, chuckling every time your hand wrapped around the upper flesh, your fingers straining just slightly against his muscle as you two walked around.

you giggle to yourself as you walk over to chris, a smirk on your face and your hands hidden behind your back “innocently”. chris had stopped by the kitchen sink, rinsing out the cup he had used, and he could feel you creeping up on him.

“what’re you giggling’ about over there?” your boyfriend calls over his shoulder, the muscles in his back flexing beneath the white shirt as he dries the cup.

“nothing.” you hum as you stand beside him, your chin resting on his shoulder as he looks at you with an unimpressed expression, his eyebrow cocked.

“yeah ‘cause i totally believe ya’ kid.” he chuckled, pressing a kiss to your forehead, smirking against your skin as your hand wraps around his bicep, fingers digging into the thick flesh. you feel the muscle tense and bulge beneath your palm and your smirk only deepens, you squeeze his arm just the tiniest bit before moving to jokingly bite the flesh.

“you’re insane.” chris laughs, moving his arm out of your grasp and wrapping it around your shoulders and the front of your neck, pulling you in front of him, your back flush against his chest. the movement and placement of his arm nearly around your throat has your core throbbing with desire and you can’t stop the whimper that spills from your mouth.

“oh you dirty thing, you like being choked like this, huh?” chris chuckles, the sound dark and menacing but so enticing, his breath warm against the shell of your ear. he moves his arms so that it’s pressed perfectly against the front of your throat, just barely squeezing.

“harder.” you whisper, one of your hands wrapping around his wrist and the other grabbing his bicep, squeezing tightly as you beg for him to choke you.

“like this?” he teases, slowly flexing his arm and tightening his grip around your throat, the pressure is dizzying and intoxicating. you can’t help but whine, craving more. craving the feeling of chris’ arm around your throat while burying himself deep inside you.

“need more.”

“yeah? how much more?” chris hums, grinding his hips against your ass, you can feel his cock, painfully stiff and heavy behind his jeans, the warmth radiating off the both of you is almost suffocating.

“if you don’t bend me over this counter soon, i’m gonna make you absolutely regret it.”

“you seem to forget that you don’t call the shots, sweetheart. i do and i think i’m gonna take my time until you remember your manners.” he murmurs, his voice demanding with easy control as he continues to hold you in place against while his free hand begins to wander in a downward motion from where it rested against your side. you let out a crude whine as the tips of his fingers brush beneath the waistband of your shorts, just above the top seam of your underwear and chris chuckles again.

“is that how we ask for what we want? where are your words sweet girl?” chris chastises, pushing his hand further beneath the front of your shorts, his fingers ghosting along your cunt, fingers barely touching you but leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. he can feel the heat pouring from you and he can feel your arousal seeping through the sheer material of your underwear, and god is it driving him crazy.

he smirks against the back of your head as he feels your hips buck and chase after his hand as he pulls away, knowing that he’s got you exactly where he wants you.

“c’mon baby, tell me what you want.” chris demands, his finger tracing back and forth along the hem line of your underwear, waiting for you to speak.

“chris, touch me. please.” you beg, voice broken and way beyond desperate, your body feigning for chris to touch you. you let out a sharon gasp when you feel the rough pad of your boyfriend’s calloused fingers begin to rub tight circles against your clit over the damp fabric of your thong. your throw your head back against your boyfriend, a high pitched moan falling from your lips as he keeps rubbing your bundle of nerves before pausing making you whine in detest. he uses his free hand to awkwardly yank your shorts and thong down to about mid-thigh before returning to his previous ministrations. this time using his middle and ring fingers to replace his thumb.

your hips move against his hand as if they’ve got a mind of their own and your nails are digging into the flesh of his arms and chris is preening before his reflection in the window above the sink. he’s mentally praising himself for working out consistently after seeing the way you’re all but drooling on and over his arms. he’s quick to push his fingers past the entrance of your sopping heat, quickly pistoning them in and out of you, the loud squelching and shlick shlick shlick that reverberates of the walls with each movement is music to chris’ ears. he tightens his bicep around your throat momentarily, the added sensation and restriction bringing you over the edge.

“fuck chris, i’m gonna-“ you cry out, cutting yourself off with a squeal as your walls clamp down around his fingers, your warm release coating the digits as he slows his pace, working you through your first orgasm.

“that’s it baby, let go for me.” chris murmurs against your cheek, panting softly as he drops his arm from around your throat, giving you room to breathe as he undoes his belt, quickly letting his pants and boxers pool around his ankles. his left palm wraps around his cock, fisting his length and using your cum that coated his fingers as lube as his other hand slides up your back, pressing between your shoulders and guiding you to bend over the edge of the sink.

“gotta be quick, they’ll be back soon.” chris grunts, lining himself up with your entrance, slowly sheathing himself in your cunt, your walls pulsing as they accommodate the sheer girth of your boyfriend while still relaxing from your last orgasm.

he wastes no time pulling out and thrusting back into you roughly and repeatedly, the tip of his cock rubbing against that one spot inside you that has you white-knuckling the edge of the counter, your jaw slack, and your head tipped forward, quiet and strained moans falling from your lips. chris grins from ear to ear at the sight of you falling apart so easily as you’re split open on his cock. he pulls out and leans forward, wrapping his arm around your throat yet again, and pulling you back up against, before using his other hand to guide himself back into the warmth of your cunt.

“god i love the way you feel wrapped around me like this, baby.” he pants, his cheek smushed against yours as he ruts in and out of you, you’re gasping and whining against the meaty flesh of his arm as your second orgasm begins to wash over you. chris feels your walls tighten around him and he picks up the pace.

“c’mon baby, touch yourself for me.” he guides, humming in approval as you begin languidly rubbing your clit, pushing yourself over the edge again, quickly triggering chris’ own release as you feel the warmth of his cum begin to flood inside you. chris’ body goes limp against yours for a moment as he catches his breath. the two of you are slow to pull yourselves together, silently basking in the afterglow of lust.

“when i get back, we’re gonna take a nice, long shower and then do that again because i’m nowhere near finished with this little kink of yours.” chris laughs, pulling you into a soft but possessive kiss and patting your ass as you walk away toward his room.

[starrii-sturns]

AKKFJDFLJAKLKLKJ HOW ARE YOU MY BAD BITCH WIFE MATERIAL BUNDLE OF JOY POCKET OF SUNSHINE LIGHT OF MY LIFE REASON IM ON TUMBLR GIRGEOUSLY STUNNING BBG

HAHAHAHRGSJXNHDBENZIFNR IM GREATTTT IM CURRENTLY MISSING MY BF HOW ARE YOU MY BEAUTIFUL BADDIE WIFE

[starrii-sturns]

Marls Marls Marls it's been tooooo long (like my dih) 😛😏

ABBYYYY I MISSED YOUUUU OMGGGG

(proof???)

[chrisssiren]

『 𝑼𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑫𝒆𝒔𝒌 ✰ 𝑴.𝑺 』

𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 ---› smut ⋆ blowjob under the desk/getting head on stream ⋆ keeping quiet ⋆ almost getting caught + more.

𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕 ---› 𝟐.𝟐 𝒌

𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒓’𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆 ---› chaaat i missed these kinds of fics. not sure if i like it but i hope some of you enjoy it ^^

𝒌𝒆𝒆𝒑 𝒊𝒏 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒅 ---› english is not my first language!

inspired by this «𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒕» by @5i3nn44 :p

You sit sulking on the living room couch of the triplets’ house. Bored out of your mind as you try your best to be patient and wait for your boyfriend and his brother to finish up their stream. 

You know it’s important for him—as a fairly big influencer—to be creating content, but Matt’s been gaming with his brothers for hours now, and you’ve spent the past thirty minutes trying to get his attention through texts but all he’s done is repeat the same sentence over and over again.

"I’ll be done soon. I promise."

Soon my ass, you think. It’s been almost three hours since he told you he’d be streaming. 

It doesn’t help that you two were in the middle of making out when Chris texted him to remind him that they’d stream soon.

Now you’re stuck waiting for your boyfriend to wrap up the stream so you can continue where you’d left off. 

Or… 

You can always be a little sneaky about it. 

You bite back the devilish grin beginning to stretch across your lips and slowly bring yourself up to your feet, sauntering over to Matt’s room. Thankfully, the door to his room is slightly ajar.

But you pause in front of it, not pushing in yet.

Matt hasn’t told his fans that he has a girlfriend yet—to protect you from the hateful, invasive fans—so you unfortunately can’t just waltz into his room. That’d cause too much trouble and put his efforts to keep you hidden in vain.

An idea pops up in your head and you slowly drop to your knees, pushing the door slowly to open it just enough so you can crawl inside his room without getting caught in the in-built camera of his monitor. Luckily for you, Matt’s monitor was facing straight, meaning the door isn’t visible for his viewers. 

But Matt has already noticed you after hearing the subtle creaking of the door hinges. Frozen in place, he stares at his girlfriend on her knees in the doorway.

He looked confused at first, blinking at you. Then he looked worried that his viewers would notice, glancing back at the chat to see if they were suspicious as to why he was looking at something (or someone) off camera. 

But then came the smile. 

He looks utterly amused now, biting back his grin as he shakes his head subtly. Despite seeing what he saw, he goes back to focusing on the game as if nothing happened.

You feel your eye twitch. 

Oh, he doesn’t realize what he just started.

"Chris! Come on! You’re not supposed to go that way!" Matt yells, groaning in frustration, already forgetting about your presence.

Little does he know, you’re already crawling into the room, determined to turn the tables around and have him begging. 

When you reach his desk, you poke at his leg through his jeans and feel him freeze up again. He doesn’t dare look down, but you can see his jaw working as he slowly spreads his legs wider so you can crawl under the desk between them. 

You grin and get into position, watching him continue to play—but less focused and more nervously now. He’s not sure what you’re trying to do. He just hopes you won’t do something extreme like suck his dick-

Ziiip

Oh.

Matt swallows thickly, trying not to give anything away. He can’t let his viewers or his brothers know what was happening—or about to happen—under his desk.

You thought he’d push you away and signal for you to stop, but he doesn’t, in fact, he lifts his hips just enough for you to tug his jeans and boxers down. He was already half-hard, twitching helplessly against his lower abdomen. He even adjusted his monitor so no one would see his body from the waist down.

You smile to yourself, loving how he matches your freak so well.

You wrap your fingers around him, feeling him pulse urgently against your palm. It doesn’t take much effort for him to grow into full hardness, head flushed and throbbing. 

He glances down at you briefly, silently begging with his eyes for you to do something—anything. 

He’s feeling hornier than usual. More desperate. More needy. Maybe it’s because he was cockblocked by his brothers—Or maybe, just maybe, it’s because he’s on live in front of thousands of people and one wrong move would let everyone know something they shouldn’t.

It’s risky and it could affect the future of his and his brothers’ channel, but he might have discovered something new about himself. He finds this utterly thrilling—to say the least.

You lean closer to his lap, fighting back a laugh when his dick jumps at your proximity, and you gently blow at his tip, watching with an amused expression as Matt shudders at the sensation, gasping sharply.

No one seems to have noticed his gasp, though. Thankfully.

You know you’re going to enjoy this, and Matt’s already dreading the teasing you were about to do.

Your tongue flattens against the underside of his shaft as you lick a broad stripe up from the base to the tip, focusing on that vein just below the head of his cock. Matt white knuckles the armrests of his gaming chair, his eyes closing briefly, lips parting. 

The pleasure shooting up his spine is so sudden and intense that it has him fighting back everything not to moan out loud.

"Matt, what the fuck are you doing? We’re gonna die!"

Chris’s voice snaps Matt out of it and he quickly focuses back to the game—or tries to. He realizes quite quickly that no matter how hard he tries to pull his attention back to the game, he couldn’t quite do it. 

You wrap your lips around him slowly, teasingly, swirling your tongue around his tip as you hollow your cheeks to suckle on the head. Focusing on the most sensitive part of his dick has Matt’s vision blurring, and he lets out a shaky breath, jaw slack, brows pinched together, eyes glued to the game on his screen.

For most people, it’d simply seem like he’s just way too focused on playing, but some eagle eyed freaks know exactly what’s taking place under Matt’s desk.

Chris laughs suddenly. "Matt, Matt!" He yells over the game. "Someone just asked if you’re getting head under the desk."

Matt’s heart drops to his ass.

Fuck, was he making faces? Was he being too loud? Were the slurping sounds that loud? What the fuck gave it away?

Despite the million thoughts running through his mind, he decides to act like Chris was saying the most ridiculous thing he’s heard in his life to mask his sudden panic.

"What are you talking about, Chris?" He makes a face.

Chris laughs harder. "Who would even get head while streaming?"

"You totally would," Nick chimes in.

"Oh shut up, Nick," Chris scoffs. "Don’t say that shit on stream."

Matt tries to laugh along but the way you’re starting to bob your head, taking more of him each time your mouth descends his length, is driving him near insane. You’re showing him no mercy as you switch techniques, sucking his head and twisting your wrists up and down and around the length of his cock like you’re trying to wring him dry.

Matt’s eyes roll back briefly, pleasure shooting up his spine, and he quickly squeezes his eyes shut, worried he’d give it all away.

"Oh, God…" He moans quietly under his breath, hips lifting against your hungry mouth as he opens his eyes to peer down at you.

Oh fuck.

His eyes immediately snap back to his monitor screen, swallowing thickly. The view he just saw almost made him bust right then and there, his balls pulling taut against his body. The sight of you looking up at him with your pretty eyes as you worked him over replaying in his mind.

"Shit, I’ve to pee really bad. I’ll be right back." Matt chokes out. Voice breathless with a subtle whine bleeding into his tone as he mutes himself and turns off his camera, leaving his brothers a little puzzled. Why’d he turn off his camera and mute his camera even though he simply went out of the room when he needed the bathroom before this?

But Chris and Nick shrug it off despite their suspicion and go back to talking to each other. Occasionally reading the chat while the game stays paused in the background as they wait for Matt to come back.

Matt on the other hand feels like he’s about to explode. Finally letting out the quiet, breathy moans and groans that were bubbling in the back of his throat, his hands found their way onto your head, fingers threading through your hair.

"Fuck- Oh, fuck– I’m so close. God, if you keep going like that-" He cuts himself off with a sharp inhale. A tremor runs through his thighs and his grip on your hair tightens subtly as you change it up again by taking him down your throat.

He groans, utterly wrecked, at the sight of your lips wrapped around his base, mouth stuffed full of his thickness. You sputter and cough around his base, but you don’t pull back for a few long seconds, enjoying the look on his face. 

But you have to breathe so you reluctantly pull away, gasping for air as your hands work him in the meantime. Your lips curl at the corners as you chuckle breathlessly at the way he’s twitching in your touch. "You close, baby?"

Matt nods quickly, his breath catching in his throat as you twist your wrists. "Yes, fuck. Please, don’t stop."

The sound of his desperation is your cue to swallow his cock again. Your hands leave his shaft and instead grip his thighs for leverage as you begin to bob your head again. Each movement ends with his tip nestling in your throat before you pull back an inch or two, then repeating it all over again.

Deep throating him has Matt on the verge of his seat—quite literally.

He’s trying to breathe through it, but you’re not even letting him, and he knows he won’t last much longer. A mixture of your spit and his pre oozes down your chin in a long milky string that later connects with your cleavage.

"Fuck, I’m cumming-" Matt suddenly warns, gasping and groaning as he grips your hair tighter, pulling your face flush against his crotch in the heat of the moment.

You let him use your throat as his hips buck sharply a few times, your eyes watering as you feel his hot cum flood the back of your throat, leaving you no choice but to swallow it all.

Gulping down his release greedily, you feel a sense of accomplishment as you listen to your boyfriend’s moans turn into quiet whimpers as he finally releases your hair and slumps back against his chair. 

You pull him out of your mouth with a wet pop, sighing as you slump forward. Placing your head on his lap right beside his spent cock, you look up at him with a soft smile, cheek squished subtly against his thigh.

Matt looks down at you with gratitude, satisfied beyond belief, limbs heavy and body buzzing with the remainder of his orgasm. His hand reaches down to tuck a stray strand of hair behind your ear, voice all slow and soft as he mumbles. "That was… wow… You’re amazing, you know that?."

You chuckle, and lift your head to look at him better. "Yeah?"

"Yeah…" Matt murmurs, wiping the slickness on your chin from his precum and your spit. "C’mere."

You obey and slowly stand up, your legs feeling like jelly from sitting in the same position on his floor for so long. Matt immediately pulls you by your hips to straddle him. "Look at that… so messy." He comments on the sticky mix of liquids on your cleavage peaking out from your low neck tank top. 

"Think it’s a mess down here too?" He teases as he cups you through your lounge shorts, feeling the heat radiating off you.

"Why don’t you find out?" You retort playfully, bottom lip getting stuck between your teeth as you grind down on his hand.

He half laughs, half groans, dropping his head on your shoulder. "You’re not playing fair... I’m getting hard again." He mumbles quietly like he’s embarrassed how fast his body reacts to you.

"Then I’ll just take care of it again."

Matt looks up. "You mean it?"

"Mhm…" Your lips curl into a devious smile as you decide to tease him further. "But this time with a different pair of lips."

Matt groans at that, and the next second, you’re hauled up from his chair with him and thrown on his bed. He immediately settles between your thighs, eyes dark, cheeks still flushed from his earlier orgasm.

"Different pair of lips huh?"

Your pulse jumps at his tone, and you nod slowly, biting your lip teasingly as you trail your manicured nails down his clothed chest. He shivers and groans again.

"God, I’m gonna fuck you so good…" He promises gruffly.

To be continued<3

© 𝒄𝒉𝒓𝒊𝒔𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒓𝒆𝒏

[cybersturn]

𝐒𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐄 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐀 ⸝⸝ 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐨

content warnings: nsfw content. sex under the influence (consent from both). mostly smut. nude photoshoot.

the rental cabin smelled of old pine and faint metallic tang of a dying radiator. you dropped your bags on the floor, the sound echoing through the open-concept living room. outside, the mountain wind rattled the windows, reminding you that you were miles away from anything resembling a city.

"i cant believe we made it!" Chris shouted, vibrating as he sprinted toward the kitchen. "i’m claiming the biggest bedroom! if anyone touches the master, i will personally throw you off the balcony"

Nick rolled his eyes, trailing behind him. "it’s a cabin, Chris, not a palace. calm down before you have a stroke."

Matt was the last one in, trailing behind you. as he passed, his shoulder brushed against yours. it was a brief contact, a flicker of skin against fabric, but it sent a jolt straight down your spine. you stopped walking for a second, your breath catching in your throat. you didn't look back, but you could feel his gaze lingering on the curve of your waist. this had been a routine for months… stolen glances, heavy silences, and a tension so thick it felt like a physical weight whenever you were in the same room. of course none of the others noticed. to Chris and Nick, you were just part of the group. but to Matt, you were a fever he couldn't break.

you turned around as he slowed down. he had that look in his eyes- the one that made you feel like you were the only person in the world, and also like he wanted to tear your clothes off right there.

"you okay?" Matt asked, his voice scratching against your nerves in the best way possible.

"perfect," you replied, your voice breathier than you intended. "just tired from the drive."

Matt stepped closer, his presence looming over you. he leaned in, his lips inches from your ear.

"you don't look tired to me," he whispered. "you look like you’re thinking about something."

just before you could respond, one of your friends, Sarah, popped her head around the corner. "hey! stop flirting with Matt and come help us figure out the camera situation!" she said jokingly,

Matt stepped back instantly, a smirk playing on his lips. he didn't deny it, but he didn't confirm it either. he just gave you a knowing wink before following Sarah into the living room.

the group gathered around the table, where three small, silver digital cameras sat. they were old-school point-and-shoots, the kind that produced grainy, overexposed photos with a harsh flash.

"the rules are simple," Chris announced, waving a camera in the air like a trophy. "three cameras. six people. we rotate them throughout the weekend. no phones allowed for photos. we want that vintage, blurry, chaotic energy."

Nick sighed, leaning back against the sofa. "why are we doing this? my phone takes better pictures than these relics."

"because of the aesthetic, Nick!" Chris yelled, shoving the camera into Nick's hand. "now shut up and take a picture of me looking majestic."

you laughed, feeling the tension from the hallway dissipate into the chaos of the triplets' sibling rivalry. for the first few hours, the trip was exactly what you expected. shouting, a disastrous attempt at making tacos that ended with Chris nearly setting a towel on fire, and a lot of laughter. but through it all, Matt was there. he was the quiet center of the room, but his eyes never left you. every time you caught him watching, he didn't look away.

as the sun dipped below of the mountains, things shifted. the group decided to take out vodka and a bottle of cheap tequila.

"i bet you cannot go five minutes without complaining about something," Nick told Chris, gesturing with his drink.

"m’ not complaining!" Chris shouted, which was, in itself a complaint. "i’m merely pointing out that the music selection is mid"

you were sitting on the floor, leaning against the base of the sofa. Matt was sitting right next to you, his thigh pressed against yours. the heat from his leg seeped through your jeans, making your skin prickle. you took a long sip of your drink, the alcohol burning a trail down your throat and loosening the knot of restraint in your chest.

"you’re quiet tonight," Matt murmured. he shifted, his hand coming to rest on the carpet just inches from your hip.

"maybe i’m just enjoying the show," you replied, glancing up at him.

Matt’s pupils dilated as he leaned closer, the scent of tequila swirling around him.

"i think you’re bored," he said. "i think you want something a bit more interesting than Chris yelling about a playlist." your heart hammered against your ribs. you leaned in, your voice a whisper. "and what did you have in mind?"

Matt didn't answer with words. he let his hand slide from the carpet to your thigh, his fingers gripping the denim firmly. he squeezed a demanding motion that made a small gasp escape your lips.

"what are you guys on the floor talking about?," Sarah giggled from across the room, though she didn't seem to realize the gravity of the situation. Chris laughed, oblivious. "probably just discussing the quality of the vodka. now pass me the chips"

the cover of the group's oblivion was a shield. under the table, Matt’s hand migrated higher, his thumb brushing against the sensitive skin of your inner thigh. you shivered, your breath hitching. the tension that had been building for months was finally reaching a breaking point.

a few hours later, the party had wound down. the other girls had retreated to do their night routine, and Chris and Nick had fallen asleep in a heap of limbs and discarded snack bags on the living room sofa.

you were standing in the kitchen pouring yourself a glass of water when you felt a pair of arms wrap around your waist from behind. you gasped leaning back into a chest. Matt pressed his face into the crook of your neck, his breath sending shivers down your spine.

"finally," he groaned, his voice thick with desire.

you turned around in his arms, your hands finding the collar of his shirt. you pulled him closer, your eyes searching his.

"you waited a long time," you whispered.

Matt’s expression hardened, "i almost lost my mind. every time you looked at me, every time you laughed at something Chris said, i just wanted to pull you away and remind you who you were actually thinking about."

he didn't give you a chance to respond. he slammed his lips against yours in a kiss that was less of a greeting and more of a collision. it was desperate and hungry, a release of months of suppressed longing. you groaned into his mouth, your tongue meeting his in a frantic. he tasted of alcohol, his tongue sweeping through your mouth, sucking on yours with a intensity that made your knees weak. you could hear the wet sliding sound of your tongues intertwining, the exchange of saliva slicking your lips.

Matt groaned a sound that vibrated through your chest. he lifted you up, your legs wrapping around his waist. he carried you down the hall, his kisses never breaking until he opened the door to his bedroom and kicked it shut behind him.

he dropped you onto the bed, the mattress creaking under the impact. before you could even catch your breath, he was over you, his hands tearing at your clothes. you helped him, pulling your shirt over your head and tossing it across the room. when his hands hit your bare skin, you arched your back, a quiet moan escaping you.

"you are so beautiful," Matt breathed, his eyes roaming over your body. "i’ve spent so many nights imagining this."

he stripped off his own clothes in a haste, his jeans hitting the floor. when he stood before you, you couldn't help but stare. he was lean and muscular, his cock already hard and pulsing, a thick vein running along the length of it. a small drop of pre-cum glistened at the tip, shimmering in the dim light of the bedside lamp.

you reached out, your fingers wrapping around the warm skin of his shaft. you squeezed gently, sliding your hand up and down, listening to the wet sound of your palm against his lubrication. Matt let out a sharp hiss, his head snapping back.

"fuck," you whispered, your voice shaking.

Matt leaned down, his mouth finding your breast. he took your nipple into his mouth, sucking hard, his tongue swirling around the peak until it was a hard, sensitive nub. you whimpered, your fingers digging into his shoulders, pulling him closer. the feeling was overwhelming, the pull of his mouth seemed to draw the heat from your entire body.

he moved down, his kisses trailing over your stomach until he reached the edge of your underwear, he didn't hesitate. he hooked his fingers into the fabric and ripped them down, exposing you to the cool air of the room.

you were already soaking wet, your pussy glistening and swollen. Matt paused, his eyes widening as he looked at you. he leaned in, his nose brushing against your clit, inhaling you. "so sweet," he whispered.

then he flicked his tongue out, tasting you. you shrieked, your hips bucking off the bed. he was relentless, his tongue lashing against your clit in quick, short strokes before sliding deep inside you. the sound was so wet, the noise filled the quiet. he sucked on your clit, creating a suction that made your vision blur, while his fingers slid into your entrance, stretching you open.

"i can't take it anymore," Matt gasped, pulling away. "i need to be inside you."

but then, his eyes caught the digital camera resting on the nightstand. a mischievous glint entered his gaze. he grabbed the silver device, holding it up.

"wait," he murmured, his voice dropping, "before i put my dick in you... i want some photos." you blinked, your chest heaving. "what? now?"

"yes, now," he commanded, his tone possessive. "i want to remember exactly how you look when you're desperate for me. get on your knees. face the bed."

your heart leaped. the sudden shift in power made your core throb. you obeyed, shifting your body and kneeling on the mattress, arching your back so your chest presses against the sheets and your hips were tilted high in the air.

"perfect," Matt whispered. *click-flash.*

the blinding light made you squint, but you didn't move.

"now, reach back," he ordered. "put your hands on your hips and pull your skin tight. look over your shoulder at me."

you did as he said, glancing back at him with a flushed face and heavy lids. he snapped another photo, the flash illuminating the curve of your spine and the wetness glistening between your thighs.

"hnn... Matt..." you whimpered.

"shh," he hushed you, moving closer. he leaned over you, his hard cock brushing against your backside, but he didn't enter. "arch more. give me a better view. i want to see every bit of you."

you pushed your chest lower, your hips rising even higher. you felt so exposed, so vulnerable, but so incredibly turned on. he snapped several more photos in rapid succession. flash after flash.

"now turn around," he whispered. "lay on your back. open your legs wide. wider."

you complied, your thighs splaying open, exposing your dripping heat to the camera.

"put your hand there," he directed, pointing to your clit. "rub yourself. show me how wet you are for me."

you let out a shaky breath and slid your fingers over your swollen nub, a soft moan escaping your lips. "ah... please, Matt..."

"not yet," he groaned, his own breathing becoming ragged. he snapped a close-up of your fingers sliding through the lubrication, the image capturing the desire on your face. "you look so fucking sexy when you're begging."

he tossed the camera back onto the nightstand, the device clattering softly. he didn't waste another second. he guided the head of his cock to your hole, the tip brushing against your wet lips. he pushed forward slowly, the friction creating a thick sliding sound. you felt your muscles stretch, your body adjusting the size of him as he slid deeper and deeper.

"oh god," you moaned, your eyes fluttering shut.

Matt didn't stop. he pushed all the way in, his pelvis slamming against yours heavy. the air was pushed out of your lungs in a sharp huff. he stayed there for a moment, buried deep within you, his forehead resting against yours.

"look at the camera," he commanded, glancing at the device.

you opened your eyes and looked straight into the lens. Matt pressed the button again. flash. the image captured your flushed face, your lips parted, and the sight of him disappearing into you.

then, he began to move. he started slow, pulling back until he was almost out before thrusting back in with a forceful, wet slap.

Matt began to pick up the pace, his movements becoming more erratic and urgent. he held the camera in one hand, snapping photos as he thrust. flash. a shot of your legs wrapped around his waist, your ankles locked. flash. a close-up of where your bodies joined, the skin red and slick with lubrication. flash.

"harder," you pleaded, your voice a broken whisper. "please, Matt, harder."

he obeyed, his thrusts becoming almost violent. he was hitting you so hard that the bed began to shift across the floor. at one point, his cock slipped out entirely from a vigorous thrust, the sound of it exiting your body a loud, wet pop. he didn't miss a beat, slamming back in with a force that made you want to scream.

the slapping of his balls against your thighs, the squelch of your pussy gripping him, the camera clicking, the heavy ragged breathing of two people who had waited far too long made your toes curl.

"m’ close," Matt groaned, his muscles tensing. "you’re so tight, fuck, squeezing me so hard i might bruise."

and you were right there with him. the tension in your clit was unbearable, a pulsing pressure that demanded release. you wrapped your legs tighter around him, pulling him deeper, your pussy clamping down on him.

one last flash of the camera illuminated the room just as you both peaked. you moaned his name, your body convulsing in a series of orgasms that felt like lightning bolts striking your spine. Matt let out a loud groan, his body stiffening as he surged deep inside you. you could feel his cum filling you up, the feeling of the liquid warmth spreading through your insides and overfilling because of the amount.

Matt eventually shifted, rolling onto his side and pulling you into his arms. he looked at the camera in his hand and chuckled, a low, satisfied sound. "we have some very interesting photos here," he whispered.

you leaned your head on his shoulder, "we can never let the others see those."

Matt looked at the camera, then back at you. his expression became serious. "you’re right. if Chris sees these, he'll never shut up about it. we can't give this one back.", "what do you mean?" you asked.

"i mean we pretend it's gone," Matt murmured, his voice scheming. "we just tell them we lost it during the trip. maybe it fell out of a pocket on the hike, or we left it at a gas station. as long as we don't return it, they can't see the photos." you smiled, liking the idea. "i can get behind that."

as the weekend drew to a close, the group gathered in the living room for the grand finale.

"alright, everyone!" Chris shouted, clapping his hands. "time for the big reveal! let’s get these cameras plugged in and see who took the best photos."

"wait," your friend said, looking around. "where’s the third camera? who had it last?"

Matt didn't miss a beat. he looked confused, glancing around the room. "wait- fuck, i think... i think i had it during the walk yesterday. i might have dropped it."

"what?!" Chris shot, "how do you lose a whole ass camera, Matt? you idiot!"

"i don't know! i just realized it's not in my bag," Matt lied smoothly, leaning back on the sofa. "unbelievable," Nick sighed. "well, we only have two cameras' worth of memories. let’s just see what we've got."

you looked at Matt, and he gave you a tiny smirk. you both settled in, laughing as Chris scrolled through photos of blurry trees and failed attempts at candid shots.

suddenly, Nick stood up. "hold on, i’m gonna grab a charger."

"i can't believe you actually lost it," Chris groaned, shaking his head.

Nick walked back into the room. he wasn't holding a charger. instead, he was holding a small, silver digital camera, a look of utter confusion on his face. "hey, Matt," Nick said, holding the device up. "you didn't lose this. i found it wedged behind the nightstand in your room when i was looking for a charger."

the blood drained from your face. Matt froze, his smirk vanishing instantly.

"oh, cool! thanks, Nick!" Chris exclaimed, reaching out and grabbing the camera. before Matt could even move to stop him, Chris had already plugged the camera into the laptop. the screen flickered to life, and the first image popped up.

the room went dead silent.

Chris's jaw dropped. the other girls gasped, their hand flying to their mouth. Nick stared at the screen, then slowly turned his head to look at Matt and you.

"guys...?" Chris whispered, his voice filled with shock.

ella’s notes: lmao i had fun writing this ngl, also i’m back!

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[delilahsturniolo]

˖ ࣪ . ࿐✶ OBSESSION . . . C.S & M.S

⤷ in which . . . matt & chris have been silently observing and obsessing over you from afar. one night, they can’t handle their erupting temptations, and decide to share you, and show you just how obsessed they truly are.

⤷ warnings . . . smut, threesome, (no incest) COMPLETELY CONSENSUAL!!! themes of stalking, dark romance, unprotected sex, switch!matt & chris, making out, oral (m!receiving), dirty talk, degradation and praise mix, neck sucking/kissing, fingering, riding, handjob, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, light choking, use of pet names, missionary postion, teasing, some plot involved, boob play, cum swallowing. this obviously doesn’t reflect matt and chris as the people they are irl, this is just for writing purposes only!!!

𝔀ritten by @/delilahsturniolo. do not copy, steal, or modify my works. if you are taking any inspiration from this, please ask me first before posting and credit me in your description. happy reading! :)

⤷ this was actually supposed to be a lot longer but…i wouldn’t have finished it in time….I’M SORRY IF THIS SUCKS OR SEEMS LAZY :((((( i had a completely different vision for this

you found it all to be quite odd, really. you didn’t know what it was about you—whether it was your looks or your personality, you couldn’t quite place what features or characteristics of yours were so compelling, so compelling that it led to such a deep rooted obsession.

or, obsessions.

you’ve known matt and chris for a while, you’ve seen them around your neighborhood a bunch, or out and about in public. actually, you see them around more often than you’d like to admit. and if you were completely honest…you didn’t mind at all. they were both extremely handsome, and there was absolutely no doubt about that, it made you smile knowing how head over heels they were just for you.

from the moment matt and chris first got even the slightest glimpse of you, they were entranced, captivated by you. they memorized everything about you—from your coffee order and the way you dress, all the way down to your schedule.

and that’s how you ended up where you are tonight.

the warmth of your blanket surrounded you as you laid in bed, mindlessly scrolling on your phone, when suddenly you received a mysterious text from matt.

you could’ve sworn your heart dropped, but a knowing smile quickly plastered onto the corners of your mouth as you glanced to your right as instructed, which brought your window into view.

you raised an eyebrow in confusion, no one was at your window. you got up from your bed and walked over to your window in anticipation, looking out. the sky was pitch black, the only thing illuminating it was the moon shining over the neighborhood.

then, you looked a little closer, suddenly seeing two familiar tall figures in the shadows outside, standing right below your window, but it’s so dark you can’t quite tell who is who. one of the silhouettes titled their head at you when you looked at them. you couldn’t tell whether it was matt or chris who performed the gesture, but either way it made you feel thrilled in a way you’ve never felt before.

you unlock your window and slide it open, peaking your head through. “you guys gonna stand there forever or climb through?” you ask tauntingly. one of them laughs, it sounds like chris.

“bold of you to assume climbing through is the only way we can get through.” chris speaks, in a mysterious and dark tone. you blink in confusion, about to open your mouth, but before you can, they’re already moving—to your front door.

it’s silent for a few minutes, the unsettling kind that uncomfortably fills the atmosphere all around you as you anticipate what their next moves could possibly be. why were they walking toward your front door anyway? it’s not like they have a key—

you’re snapped out of your thoughts by an echoey “click” noise. you could swear you hear your front door creak open and back shut. your pulse quickens as you step back, hearing footsteps carefully climb up your stairs.

“you really need a better spot for your spare key, love.” a voice, sounding a lot like matt’s, beams through your room, slightly raspy.

“wha—how’d you know where it was…?” your voice is slightly shaky. matt and chris walk further into your room and now you can finally see them. they look handsome, that’s for sure, brunette hair swooping over their eyes slightly, they both have light facial hair as well.

“we just pay attention, closer than you think. kinda hard to keep our eyes off of such a pretty girl like you, hm?” chris replies to your frantic question. you know exactly what he means by that—they’ve been watching you more than you realized. however, you’d be lying if you said that didn’t turn you on just a little bit. they step closer, taking in your current appearance. you were only in a t-shirt and a lace thong, since you’d just been relaxing at home.

“don’t take your eyes off of me, then.” the words slipped off your tongue in such a sultry manner that it made matt and chris even more desperate to just fuck you dumb, more desperate than they already were.

matt suddenly can’t take it anymore, he’s directly in front of you in one quick stride, you gasp as his hands come down to your waist, gripping tightly. “we won’t,” he whispers. “but you know what else? it’s also hard to keep our hands off of you as well.” matt murmurs, you suddenly feel chris behind you, his hand wrapping around to your neck, pulling you back against his chest.

“i think we need to show her just how obsessed she makes us, yeah?” chris teases, his head dipping down to the side of your neck, kissing and sucking on your skin while still holding you from behind. a whimper slips from your mouth as matt simultaneously places his lips against yours. the kiss isn’t at all gentle—it’s fueled with fire, and need. matt’s hands tease the waistband of your soaked panties before tugging them down completely.

“fuck,” you moan against matt’s lips as he dips a finger through your folds, and then pumping it in and out of you, adding a second finger almost immediately. the stretch burns, but it’s quickly turns into a pleasurable sensation.

chris pulls away from your neck and swiftly pulls your shirt over your head as matt continues pumping his fingers through you, chris’s hands travel to your boobs, thumbs beginning to circle quickly over your nipples, a smile plasters over his face as he feels them harden beneath his touch.

“such a good fuckin’ girl for us…already got you squirming and we barely even started.” matt chuckles darkly, pulling his fingers, that are now completely slick, out of you.

you whine at the loss of contact. chris pulls back from you too, but not for long—he backs you up against your bed until your knees buckle, you’re laying on your back, ankles dangling from the bed.

you watch as matt and chris both undo their belts, freeing both of their cocks, your mouth nearly begins watering at the sight. “gonna take us both, baby?” chris asks, already reaching for your legs, lifting them over his shoulders with ease.

“please—need both of you…” you whine out, matt climbs on the bed, kneeling beside your head and strokes himself a few times before tapping your chin, signaling for you to open your mouth. you don’t hesitate—not one bit, your lips part and his cock slides into your mouth. matt throws his head back as you begin sucking and licking at his length.

“mmmm, fuck…you’re so good at that love…” matt’s voice is slightly whiney, a tone you weren’t expecting from him. chris suddenly eases his cock inside of you, the both of you moan at the feeling.

he begins thrusting in and out of your pussy, beads of sweat already beginning to form on his forehead. “shit—your pussy feels so fucking good around me…” chris’s voice is barely even audible, he’s so lost in the feeling of you clenching around his cock, he lets out an almost pornographic groan.

matt pulls out of your mouth as he releases onto your tits, groaning your name as he does so. “look at what you do to me, darling…this is alllll for you,” he catches his breath, gesturing to the mess he made on top of you. the sight of that alone was enough to bring you closer to your own orgasm.

“m’gonna—i’m gonna cum!” you squeal out, chris begins moving his hips faster, and you feel the coil in your stomach burst—your release triggers chris’s, he cums inside of you with one last moan, you feel his release fill up your insides.

“oh fuck,” chris pants, running a hand through his disheveled hair.

all three of you take a moment to catch your breath. matt suddenly begins moving again, positioning himself against the headboard of your bed. you see him from the corner of your eye, and you smile to yourself before taking that as a sign to sit up, you crawl toward him and straddle him, your legs on either side of his legs.

before you can sink down fully onto his length, your index finger reaches up, lifting his chin lightly. “it’s my turn now,” you whisper, “m’gonna make you both even more obsessed with me.” it sounds like a promise—but that’s because it is. matt raises his eyebrows in amusement.

before either of them can make a snarky remark of any sort, you quickly sink down onto matt’s cock, your hips beginning to move at a desperate pace as you ride him. matt’s breath hitches as he looks up at you with submissive eyes, his persona suddenly switching.

you look back and reach for chris, who’s already making his way to you. he reaches down and kisses you—hard. his tongue shoots into your mouth with zero hesitation, trying to indulge in every inch of you. you reach down, stroking chris’s cock as you continue to ride matt mercilessly, the only sounds in the room are the lewd noises of skin slapping together, and the mix of all three of your guys’s moans.

“o—oh my god—yeah—just like that baby—” matt moans out, it sounds pathetic, but if anything, it arouses you even more.

chris pulls back from the kiss, his mouth forming a wide “o” shape as his eyes close, your hand works faster, you can tell the both of them are close, including you.

matt suddenly cums inside of you, moaning at how intense his release is. you gasp at the feeling, your own orgasm taking over you as you cum all over matt’s cock. you don’t bother getting up, he’s still completely buried within you. you lean over, popping chris’s tip into your mouth briefly, he cums in your mouth shortly after, and you swallow and lick every drop, not wasting one bit of his release. you slowly ease off of matt’s length, collapsing on the bed beside the both of them.

little did you know, their obsession with you had just grown much larger than before. and you loved every bit of it.

©𝐃𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐋𝐀𝐇𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐎𝐋𝐎

💌: i’ll try to keep this short…but today marks my 2 year tumblr anniversary!!!!!!!!!!!!! i just wanted to say that i love and appreciate all of you so so much, more than you guys even know!!!!! i’ve made some really really good friends on here and met some really cool people through this app too, i love interacting with each and every single one of you, and i’m so endlessly grateful for all the support and love toward me and my writing, LONG STORY SHORT THANK YOU ALL FOR ABSOLUTELY EVERYTHING!!!! ILY GUYS AND THIS COMMUNITY SO SO MUCH THE WORD LOVE ISNT ENOUGH!!!! 💝💝💝💝

[chrisssiren]

「 ✦ 𝒃𝒔𝒇.ᐟ𝒄𝒉𝒓𝒊𝒔 𝒕𝒂𝒌𝒆𝒔 𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒘𝒐𝒐𝒅 ✦ 」

The warm sunrays filtered in through the haphazardly closed blinds, draping across the bed where a brunette man lay peacefully asleep. His breathing is deep and even, cheek squished against his pillow as he snoozes on his stomach. 

Everything seems still. Quiet. Peaceful. Until his phone begins to ping with messages. He tries ignoring it at first, but then it begins to ring. With an annoyed sound he turns on his dnd and goes back to sleep.

When he finally thought he was about to sleep peacefully, his traitorous dick begins to stir, filling out and straining against his boxers, throbbing gently like it’s trying to wake him up. 

But Chris doesn’t wake up immediately. It takes him a few long minutes to finally stir, feeling an insistent throbbing between his legs—to the point it’s starting to become painful. 

A low groan slips past his lips, annoyed and knowing exactly what the sensation is. Even though he would just rub one out and get up for the day, he was just too sleepy today. 

And as he lies there, his brain already slipping between consciousnesses, his hips begin to grind slowly and subconsciously against the mattress. The feeling of finally getting some relief makes his hips stutter against the sheets, pleasure shooting up his spine like electricity. 

He doesn’t even open his eyes as he starts to slowly grind his hips in a languid rhythm, not even really realizing the fact that he was, basically, humping his bed like a dog. All he knows is that the motion he’s doing right now feels fucking amazing and he’s too sleepy to think about how it might look like, plus, he’s alone in his room anyway. 

"Oh, fuuck…" Chris whimpers—whimpers—when he accidentally grinds his hips just right. The friction is incredible. Almost addictive.

He’s getting close so damn fast. It’s almost laughable.

But he doesn’t care about finishing fast right now. All he wants is to relieve the pressure on his cock and feel that blissful ecstacy of an orgasm.

So he keeps going until he paints the inside of his boxers with a muffled groan.

Panting softly, body buzzing with leftover pleasure, he rolls over onto his back and finally notices you—his best friend for context—standing frozen by the door with a bag of groceries.

He finally remembers the plans he made with you and the reason why his phone was blowing up with texts this morning.

What a mess.

˖ ݁𖥔 ݁˖ 𝒆𝒏𝒈𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒉 𝒊𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒎𝒚 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒔𝒕 𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒖𝒂𝒈𝒆.ᐟ | 𝒘𝒄 – 𝟎.𝟒 𝒌 ˖ ݁𖥔 ݁˖

› sorry not sorry for ending it on a cliffhanger. had this idea in my head for a few days now. i might write a continuation in the future but who knows :p

[x2foru]

to my ear next time bye

[vivstrniolo]

lwk chris sturniolo is still fine, but 2024 twitch chris😣😩