mattslutx

there’s peanut inside me?

[sturkneeohloww]

𝜗𝜚 𝓀𝒶𝓎𝓁ℯℯ. SOS. twenty. aussie. she/her. straight. sza. iced tea. silver. stream matt. autumn. mini skirts. billie eilish. jewellery. mascara. shopping. libra. pheobe bridgers. 10 things i hate about you. "i dont want a city boy scared of the bush."

ty @chrepsi ily emp

[sturkneeohloww]

MATT MADE A BOOK?

what the fuck!!

[americanelegy]

“abs or biceps?” in this generation a brain would be fabulous.

[purrrrblonde]

𝐖𝐇𝐘'𝐃 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐎𝐍𝐋𝐘 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐌𝐄 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔'𝐑𝐄 𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐇︖

chris loves to call when he’s drunk and needy.

warnings ︖ smut substances mean!chris aloof!reader

𝐓𝐇𝐄 first time he calls, it’s late. surprise to no one, though. it’s always late. your phone buzzes against your nightstand, soft at first, then louder. you groan, roll over, squint at the screen through one eye. chris. you let it ring. just for a second. just long enough to prove to yourself you don’t have to pick up. you still do. “…hello?”

your voice comes out rough, sleep-heavy. there’s a beat on the other end, muffled music, someone laughing somewhere far behind him, you gather he’s stepped outside or into a hallway to take this. “hey.”

he says it easy. too easy. like you talked this afternoon. like he didn’t leave your last text sitting there for three days, unopened, untouched. you push yourself up against your headboard, blanket pooling in your lap. your room is quiet, the kind of quiet that makes everything feel louder than it should. “it’s like, one in the morning,” you mumble. a quiet exhale, almost a scoff. “yeah. i know.” of course he does.

he always calls at times like this. never three in the afternoon, never when the sun is out and people are normal and you could pretend this is something normal too. it’s always like this, the hours when everyone is tuckered in the night and people are dreaming of going to work in their underwear.

there’s a pause. you can hear him breathing. “you busy?” you almost laugh at that. your eyes flick around your room. your desk, messy with half-finished work. your shoes kicked off by the door. everything exactly where it was before he called. and it would be exactly there when he hung up. “no,” you say, quieter now. he hums, low, that’s what he expected. and there it is.

he only calls like this. late. hazy. you start to think he just remembered you exist in the middle of everything else. you press your lips together, thumb tracing the edge of your phone. “what do you want, chris?” another shift. fabric, maybe. his voice comes back softer, closer, like he’s leaning into the phone now.

“nothing,” he says, and then, after a second, “just… wanted to hear you.” you cock a brow. you know the tone in his voice, those breathy slurs. "just... wanted to hear your voice," he repeats, slower this time. purposefully slow, like he's drawing out the words to fill the quiet between you two. his voice drops lower, more intimate. "you still awake?" stupid question, considering you just answered the phone.

“yeah, chris. clearly.” you scoff, immediately irritated. the background noise cuts abruptly when that door clicks shut. the bass-heavy thrum of the music is reduced to a dull, distant vibration, suddenly muffled by wood and distance. you hear the familiar squeak of his mattress springs, the rustle of duvet covers as he collapses backward. “shit’s loud out there,” he mumbles, sounding significantly closer to the speaker now.

"so... what are you wearing?" his voice takes on that familiar, playful tone he uses when he's been drinking. you can almost picture him laid out on his bed, phone cradled against his ear as he stares up at the ceiling, a lazy grin tugging at his lips.

your jaw tightens. "you really gonna do this now?" you mutter, pulling your blanket tighter around your waist. "because if this is what you wanted to hear, i could've saved us both the time." a low chuckle escapes from his end of the line. "what? i can't check on my girl?" he's quiet for a second, and you think maybe he's caught himself, realized how easily the words slipped out. 'his girl'. he doesn't mean it like that, not really. but you don't correct him. "you're still there?" he asks, voice softening. "yeah," you sigh, flopping back against your pillows.

"you know what i'm thinking about?" he asks, his voice taking on that husky edge that means he's probably taking off his shirt right now. "probably not," you mutter, but your heart rate picks up anyway. "your tits," he says bluntly, like he always does when he's like this. "in that black lace bra you wore last week." you can hear the rustle of fabric on his end, the sound of him adjusting himself. "fuck, they were perfect."

his hand slowly moves down his stomach, slipping beneath the waistband of his boxers. he's hard already, thinking about you. "you remember that night?" he asks, his voice hoarse. "when i bent you over the couch and fucked those pretty tits?" you swallow hard.

you definitely remember. you can practically feel his hands on you again, the weight of him pressing you into the cushions. "i remember," you murmur, your free hand moving up to brush over your chest. "yeah?" his breath hitches slightly, the wet slide of his hand audible on the line. "miss fuckin' them." his words make your stomach flip, a familiar heat pooling low in your belly. "chris," you warn, but it comes out breathy. you're already sliding your hand under your sleep shirt, thumb brushing over a nipple. "i can make you come in like two minutes if you let me," he boasts, voice thick. "right now. over the phone."

you scoff, but your fingers are already circling your nipple, mimicking his touch. "you're drunk," you whisper back, but you're arching into your own touch. "i doubt you can even stand." "doesn't mean i don't know how to make you wet," he counters, and you hear the slick sound of his hand working over his cock.

"come on, baby," he coaxes, his voice dropping lower. "just let me hear you come. i'll be quiet, i promise." you bite your lip, knowing you shouldn't but already sliding your hand down into your panties. "chris..." you whimper softly. "yeah, that's it," he breathes, the sound of his fist moving faster now, wet and rhythmic. "touch that pussy for me. tell me how wet you are." your fingers slip through your folds easily, confirming exactly what he knew. "soaked," you whisper back, embarrassed but turned on. "god, i wish i was there."

"fuck, me too," he groans, and you can hear the strain in his voice. "i'd eat you out until you couldn't walk. just lay you out on my bed and worship that pretty cunt." his dirty talk is always slightly poetic when he's drunk. "but since i'm not there... you're just gonna have to make yourself come for me."

your finger slides inside, and you bite back a moan. "you're such an asshole," you whisper, but you're already moving against your own touch. "drunk, calls me at one am, demands i get myself off while he listens..." he snorts at that. "demands?" he echoes, a lazy chuckle escaping him. "baby, i'm beggin'."

you roll your eyes, but you're too turned on to be actually annoyed. your finger moves faster, in and out, while your thumb circles your clit. "shut up," you hiss quietly, listening to him pant on the other end. "i…just...shut up and listen." he goes quiet immediately, the only sound his heavy breathing and the muffled noises of his hand moving rapidly. you can imagine him laid out on his bed, phone pressed to his ear, eyes closed as he listens to your soft whimpers and wet sounds.

your legs spread wider, giving yourself better access. you're close already, his dirty words and the sound of him jerking off pushing you towards the edge. "almost there," you whisper hoarsely. on his end, he lets out a low groan, his pace increasing. "that's it... fuck..." he shifts, "come on, baby," he urges softly, voice tight with his own impending orgasm. "let me hear you. i wanna hear you come through the phone." your free hand moves up to cover your mouth, muffling your moans as your back arches off the bed.

you come with a silent cry, body shaking as your orgasm crashes over you. on the other end of the line, he lets out a stifled groan, spilling into his hand as he listens to your ragged breathing. "fuck... yeah..." he mumbles, sounding completely out of it. once his breathing has returned to normal, he asks quietly, "you still there?" his voice is softer now, the alcohol and post-orgasmic state making him almost tender. "mhm," you murmur, still trying to catch your breath.

"you know... for someone who was just cursing me out, you sure sounded sweet when you came." he smirks, his voice low. "almost made me cum just listenin' to you." you roll your eyes, a small smirk tugging at your lips despite yourself. "shut up." he laughs softly, the sound warm and familiar. "you're welcome," he says, a note of smugness in his voice. "anytime you need a little help getting off, just give me a call." you shake your head, even though he can't see it. he’s definitely drunk.

𝐃𝐘𝐋𝐀𝐍'𝐒 𝐓𝐈𝐃𝐁𝐈𝐓𝐒: oh he’s such an asshole 🤤

[sturniolohisteric]

High and Horny - M.S

Synopsis: After a joke about using weed, Matt decides to put the joke into practice, but he couldn't have predicted how the story would end.

Warnings: mentions of drugs, p in v, dirty talk, cream pie (never do that pls), after care.

!!English it’s not my first language!!

It all started as just a joke about weed

You and your best friend, Matt, were laughing and having fun at his house as usual.

You'd always been close to the triplets, but you had a special connection with Matt.

And as usual, you were spending time together.

"I swear, I've been really stressed with filming," Matt said, massaging his temples.

"You should smoke weed to relax”you said jokingly.

You both laughed.

But…despite the joke, Matt couldn't get the idea out of his head. I mean, he'd never tried marijuana in his life, so why not?

.

A week after your joke, you were back at the triplets' house. It was late at night, and you were both awake deciding what to watch on Netflix.

"Hey, remember last week when you said I should smoke weed to relax?" Matt said with an insecure look

“Sure,” you didn’t take your eyes off the movie catalog on the television. “Why the question?”

Suddenly, Matt pulls out a small plastic bag with marijuana inside.

“What do you think?” he shakes the package with a shy smile on his face.

“What?!” you say a little loudly when you see the package in your best friend’s hand. “Are you serious?”

“Why not?” Matt asked. “I thought we could try it together.”

You pause for a second and take a deep breath. What’s the worst that could happen? You’d get high, but who cares?

And despite everything, you were also very stressed.

“Let’s do it,” you whisper.

And in an instant, you and your best friend are preparing marijuana cigarettes to get high together.

What could possibly go wrong?

.

It's been half an hour since you shared that joint. At first you didn't feel anything, but over time, your bodies began to relax more and more, and the world seemed slower.

"This is strangely good," you say, enjoying the smell of marijuana that permeated the room.

"True," Matt says, adjusting himself on the bed. "You know the only bad part about this?”

"What?" you reply with a laugh.

Why does weed make people so grumpy?

"I'm horny," Matt laughs, feeling his eyes grow heavier

You both laugh.

"High and horny?" you suggest, laughing again. "What do you think about us doing something about it?"

The question slipped out of your mouth so easily that if you weren't high you would have bitterly regretted saying it.

But since neither you nor Matt were in your best state, a simple yes easily escaped Matt's lips.

You'd be lying if you said you never had a crush on Matt.

I mean, he's handsome and has that lazy look that makes him even more charming.

After Matt agreed to do something about the problem with his pants, you leaned in and kissed him lazily.

The kiss was slow and calm, your tongue in Matt's mouth felt so good to him that he could only feel his erection growing bigger and bigger.

“Someone’s excited,” you whispered. The combination of you sitting on Matt’s erection and the sensation of the weed coursing through his veins was enough to almost drive him crazy.

Matt didn’t want to talk, so he pulled you into another kiss and this time pulled up his own shirt to get rid of the heat that was starting to invade his body.

You used Matt as an example and also took off your shirt, revealing your lace bra.

“You’re unreal right now,” Matt said, his hands going to your boobs and squeezing them.

A moan escaped your lips.

“I need you so much,” Matt said as he kissed your neck.

You both began to undress slowly, and Matt could swear he could come just from seeing you naked.

Matt was now on top of you, waiting for a brief confirmation from you so he could enter you.

You nodded slightly, and that was all Matt needed to start slow sex.

As soon as his member entered you, You both held your breath.

It was such a good feeling, especially because Matt was big and you could feel all of him.

“Damn, you’re so hot,” Matt said with a groan, “what a fucking good feeling.”

You felt like you were in paradise, high and filled by Matt Sturniolo, your best friend, you’d never be in the bingo of your life.

Matt started thrusting into you and with each thrust a low moan escaped your mouths.

“Matt,” you moaned.

“Don’t moan my name like that,” he felt his own cock throb.

“Let me get on top?” you asked, and Matt certainly wasn’t going to refuse.

The moment you sat on your best friend's stiff member, his eyes rolled back and you swore you could have heard him whisper the phrase "I finally have you to myself," but maybe it was just the weed talking.

You began to ride him slowly and precisely.

Neither of you were in a hurry, and both seemed like you didn't want the moment to end.

"Matt," you moaned the boy's name again, "I'm almost there."

"Come on, pretty girl, cum for me," Matt now squeezed your hips tightly, "I want to feel everything."

Those words were all you needed to surrender to a powerful orgasm that made your eyes roll back.

"Ah, Matt!!" You screamed

“Please,” Matt whispered, his breathing quickening, “Let me cum inside you,” he begged.

You nodded.

Matt finally let go and came inside you, and that feeling of Matt's warm semen inside you was definitely not something you'd easily forget.

When the boy withdrew from inside you, he saw the semen dripping from your folds, and he could swear he could cum again just from that sight.

“Damn,” he whispered. “That was so good,” he said more to himself than to you.

“Yes,” you sighed.

Despite being very tired and sleepy, Matt got up and cleaned you up properly.

He handed you one of his shirts that was lying on the floor and lay down beside you.

How would you two deal with this the next day? How would you cope with the barrier of friendship having been broken so intensely?

Well, that's another story…

This story must be the craziest thing I've ever written, hahaha. I hope you enjoyed it.

Kisses and hugs from Brazil 🇧🇷❤️‍🩹

[velvetloner]

Car sex with Matt Sturniolo<3

It was a regular Tuesday night, you and Matt decided to go out to a local arcade. The night ends in foggy windows and clothes scattered across the backseat when Matt sees a group of guys flirting with his girlfriend…

Tw: possessive/matt, guys being creepy, fingering, munch/matt, creampie, biting, hair pulling, tension, heavy making out, cum eating, a bit of brat/ reader and brat tamer/matt and nipple play<3

The arcade was lively tonight.

Blue and purple lights luminate the arcade. Kids running around and laughter filling the chilled air of the arcade. The distant sounds of shooter games and pinball machines keep the space loud and noisy.

You and Matt were here for a surprise date. To take a night away from people and enjoy the company of just you two.

Currently Matt was at one of the claw machines trying to win you a cat plushie.

Although he was not winning...

"Matt you are wasting money at this point."

You said, laughing to yourself as you stood off to the side with a smile, watching Matt become more and more frustrated. He has been at this for awhile, you had enough tickets to go get a prize at the counter. Unfortunately Matt is determined to win you a prize, let it be male ego.

"You know I have been doing it for so long I have to get it now."

Matt said, still intensely focused on the claw machine. quickly moving the little joystick, trying to hover over the fluffy black cat plushie. You roll your eyes and look at your phone seeing the time read 10:30 p.m. the arcade was going to close in 30 minutes.

"Okay, I'm going to go play the basketball games."

You stated looking to Matt and only getting a curt nod. You press your tongue to the inside of your cheek and you walk away from Matt, traversing the loud arcade to the basketball hoop games.

You walk over to a lonely corner of the arcade seeing the basketball games. You set down your purse and put in a couple of coins to the game, quickly starting up the game.

The games started up loudly, the score lighting up and mini horns started to softly blare.

You ended up doing 3 rounds, completing with plenty of tickets. You bend over to collect your tickets until you heard a voice behind you,

"Nice game."

You turn around with a smile, thinking it was Matt, but your smile quickly fades seeing a random dudes. You smile awkwardly, clutching your tickets tightly. You peep around the dude trying to see if Matt was around.

"Umm yeah, I guess I did well..."

The guy chuckles making you chuckle awkwardly and look to the ground nervously.

"Ummm, well I'm just going to go, I should probably head out."

You try to walk around the guy, but he quickly grabs your arm, tightly gripping your bicep tightly letting his nails dig into your skin.

"I wasn't done talking to you."

You feel your breath hitch as you stare up at the guy. You quickly look around, trying to find Matt.

"Look my boyfriend-"

"Is there a problem here?"

You recognize the voice anywhere. You smile seeing Matt and finding the cat plushie tucked underneath his arm.

His stare was hard, his jaw tightly set and his eyebrows furrowed. Matt and the man stare at each other with wavering intensity. The man’s adam’s apples bobs up and down.

The man quickly looks down towards you with a harsh glare.

"No."

The man said roughly, letting go of your arm and shoving you away.

You stand next to Matt watching the three men walk away, you quickly look up to Matt and see his eyes are still harshly glaring at the door the men left through.

"I see you got the cat plushie."

You say softly with a smile, but he doesn't say anything.

"Matt?"

You move a hair out of his face tucking it into his hat and looking up at him questionably.

"We're fucking leaving."

Matt grabs your wrist, keeping his hold firm but not tight.

You and Matt left the arcade, and you stared at the back of his head with confusion.

************

The car ride has been quiet. The cat plushie sat in your lap, your fingers tracing the stitching of the face.

You look over and find Matt staring at the road with the same intensity at the arcade.

“Matt you okay?”

You say softly, keeping your gaze focused on his side. He looked really good tonight…

“I’m okay..”

He said quietly, the drive soon halted as you approached a red light.

You then really turn to look at him.

“If it’s about that guy at the arcade I promise-“

“It’s nothing you did.”

Matt said quickly his eyes darting over to you, his hand grabs at yours that rest in the middle console.

“It’s fine, just drop it.”

“Matt-“

“Drop it.”

Matt said sternly his eyes locked onto you. You furrow your eyebrows and pout at him.

“Are you sure?”

Matt lets out short scoff and pressed his tongue into the side of his cheek.

Soon both of your faces illuminated bright green from the stop light turning singling Matt to go. 

Once the light turned green, Matt pressed harshly against the gas pedal. The engine of the car revving as you flew down the deserted street. Soon you both turn into a random lonely parking lot making you look around questionably.

“Matt-“

“Get in the fucking back.”

You feel your breath hitch and watch the intense gaze of Matt’s blue eyes turn hazy. His pupils were blown….

*********

The car windows were fogged, the air was hot.

The tension was palpable between you and Matt.

“Matt?”

You ask softly watching him crawl above you, his fingers playing with the loops of your jeans.

“Are you okay-“

“I can’t believe the nerve of that guy.”

You look up at him confused…

“Matt what are you-“

“I mean the way how your gripped your arm and he just..”

Matt’s mind started to trail off his hold on your waist tightening by the minute. You pout softly and trace your fingers up towards his shoulders.

“I mean was it not obvious you were taken..”

You smile up at him and giggle softly…

“Matt, the guy didn’t know-“

“Maybe I should make it more obvious..”

You raise an eyebrow and watch as his chilled fingers slowly move from your waist grazing your stomach underneath your shirt and to the button of your jeans.

Your breath hitches as his fingers make quick in removing the offending pants. You watch as Matt takes a second to admire your lower half and in no time his fingers were pulling down your panties.

Matt hasn’t said a single word yet, he was just simply admiring you. You watch as he slowly bares your heated core to his hungry gaze.

“Did you shave?”

Matt asks with a smirk his eyes meetings yours. You cover your gaze behind your hands flushing deeply.

“Maybe….”

Matt shakes his head with a smile slowly leans taking your hands by the wrist and kissing your lips. A soft tender peak, his lips were plush against yours.

“That’s cute..”

“Shut up you dick.”

Matt frowns against your lips and presses his Jena clad knee against your bare cunt. You let out a gasp letting Matt swallow the sweet sound as he deepened the kiss.

“Don’t get fucking smart with me.”

You watch as Matt pulls away his pupils were blown, you let out a quiet breath and look to found the front of his pants bulging.

You watch as his fingers graze the front of clothed pussy. You whimper softly and stare up dark gaze in his eyes…

“Please…”

That was all it took…

************

“Matt..”

You whine desperately into the air of heated car, the windows steamed from the hot air being produced by your bodies.

Matt’s mouth was making quick work at your puffy clit and his fingers working inside of your gummy and flexible walls.

“Don’t stop…”

The car was slowly rocking from you and Matt’s shared movements. You could feel the tips of his fingers graze the squishy spot deep inside your canal.

Your fingers thread through his brown locs pulling him closer and tighter against you.

“Matt!”

You let out a strangled moan as you feel your vision start to become full of black and white dots. Your lower belly feeling the familiar sensation of heat.

Like rubber band snapping you let out a high pitched moan as you squirted across Matt’s face.

You could feel your vision slowly coming back your heart thumping wildly, you look down to find Matt’s chin covered in slick and two fingers coated in your juices. You watch as he licks at his coated fingers letting out a moan of satisfaction.

“That was beautiful baby…”

You smile at Matt, he was always so sweet.

“But I don’t remember telling you that you could cum..”

You suddenly feel the ache between your legs grow needy once more, his gaze was hard.

“I promise u was gonna make it obvious you were mine baby.”

You let out a soft breath as Matt suddenly leans in close his nose nudging against your neck as he body covered yours.

“We aren’t leaving this parking lot till you’re covered in my cum…”

Matt suddenly bites at your supple and soft neck, making you cry softly. His knee slotting to your slick cunt and slowly rubbing his jean clad knee hard against your sensitive folds.

He slowly works his way up your face to your lips. His fingers rubbing at your soft skin and soon finding your tender nipples, slowly pitching and flicking at them making you gasp.

Whilst he pitched at your peaks his tongue invaded the quick opening in your mouth. Your Shared spit and salvia pooling between your mouths. Matt’s tongue quickly had won the war of dominance. You watched Matt pull away a thin string of spit connecting your pink tinted lips…

“Matt..”

You say breathlessly trying to catch your breath…

“Now this time, you aren’t gonna come untill I say so.”

You slowly nod your head and watch him slowly remove the belt from his jeans, his ringed fingers glinting in the low light of the car…

************

The car was softly shaking as Matt quickly thrusted into your warm and wet hit. Your moans and Matt’s grunts being the only sound hitting the fogged windows of the car.

The air was thick and suffocatingly hot, your skin was boiling hot and the warm pressure deep inside your womb didn’t help.

“Matt!”

You moaned into his ear your nails clawing into his shoulders as his hands gripped tightly at your waist. You could feel the tip of his dick reaching your cervix…

“That’s it, those bastards will know..”

You were only half listening to the words leaving his mouth, his words being muffled as your mind was simply turned to nothing but goo.

“Everyone will fucking know.”

Matt suddenly picked you up and sat you in his lap thrusting upwards making you yelp and let out a cry.

You can slowly feel the pressure burning deep inside your belly. The familiar sensation of sweet relief and the warm feeling of Matt’s cum..

“Matt I’m gonna cum..”

Matt didn’t say anything and his pace never stopping his fingers and lips touching every surface of your body. Matt’s teeth biting at your neck coating the soft skin in bite marks and dark blossoming splotches of blue and purple..

Matt’s fingers rubbing and pinching your perky nipples. The sensitive bubs adding to the stimulate of his hard length rearranging your insides.

“I want you to cum baby.”

Matt growls into your ear..

“I want you to cum so fucking hard..”

You whimpered and leaned forward whispering into his ear..

“I’m gonna cum…”

You take in a shaky breath…

“I want you to cum inside me..”

Matt grunts at your statement and thrusts even harder..

“You’re gonna kill me one day…”

The air between you two becoming stuffy and unbearably hot..

You slowly feel the pressure building deep inside your gummy walls, your vision becoming cloudy and your body slowly reaching fatigue.

“Matt!”

You moan softly as it suddenly became to much your clit begging and humming with excitement to let go.

“Cum baby..”

The great dam was broken, you let go with a squeal your juices coating the hard length of Matt’s dick and your womb being filled by Matt’s warm seed.

You fall against Matt’s chest, the sticky goo leaking out of your connected sex.

It was so filthy….

You gasped for air as you held tightly onto Matt, your bodies melding together. The heat slowly wearing off as the hot seed cooled between your bodies and your sweat simply absorbing into your skin…

You were first to break the silence, your voice hoarse..

“That was…”

“Amazing.”

Matt said softly holding you tightly against his chest. You giggle and kiss at his jaw..

“I love you Matt..”

Your words hung in air. They were heavy…

“I love you too…”

You two didn’t need speak much, your actions meant enough…

As you two laid in the back of the van. Your bodies simply enjoying the connection and heat, you realized two things…

Matt was your everything…

And Matt is lowkey possessive…

*********

I don’t know how to feel about this fic😭

I have mixed feelings, I have been working on this thing for so long and I feel slightly disappointed by it????

Please tell me if I reading to much into it, I need feedback🙏😔

[sturnsangell]

hurt!bf!chris / sweetheart!reader

includes : sub!chris, crying, cuddling, mentions of blood and fighting

youre sitting on the couch watching tv at your house shared with your boyfriend and his two brothers. youre waiting for your boyfriend come home from going out on a quote ‘boys night’ with his friends.

matts sitting with you, snuggled up in the corner of the couch watching adventure time on the tv, while youre sitting in your boyfriends usual spot.

“chris is taking ages,” matt pipes up as the episode changes, disney+ taking forever like always, “you think hes okay?”

you nod, “he's only with nate and a few other people, i think he'll be okay.” you say softly to matt, even though youre worring your little head off.

matt turns to you, and reads the expression on your face, “you worried?” he asks, knowing you well enough to not even need an answer.

you shake your head, obviously lying, “no,” you mumble, before checking your phone to see if chris has texted about why hes out so late, which he hasnt.

a few minutes later, you and matt both perk up at the sound of the front door opening and the sound of nates voice, probably saying bye. you stand up and walk to the stairs to see your boyfriend walking up.

“hi baby,” he says, his voice shaking a bit as he continues walking up the stairs.

you immediately notice the red mark on his face, your face immediately showing concern, “chris, are you okay? are you hurt?”

“im fine,” he says, a small, non convincing smile on his face as he manages to get to the top of the stairs.

“are you sure?” you sighed as you gently put your hands on his cheeks to inspect the, what you thought was, a small cut. turns out his hood was covering it, a long gash going from his left ear to his cheek. you gasp quietly.

“what happened?” matt asks from the couch, not really paying attention to your conversation until you gasped.

chris's lips gently tugged up, forcing a smile for his brother, “nothing happened, it just showed up.” chris walks over to his brothers place at the couch and dabs him up, wincing gently at the light contact.

matt looks suspicious, but just brushes it off because he knows you'll probably tell him later.

chris starts walking to your shared room, you following him like an assistant trying to sort out a meeting, “baby, please tell me what happened.”

chris doesnt turn to look at you, “one second,” he mumbles, his voice deep and so fucking hot, but hes probably hurt so you have to hold it in.

you nod slowly as he opens your bedroom door, walking in and immediately taking his hoodie off and throwing it on the floor. he sits down on the end of your guy's bed, staring at his hands. you decide not to ask him about anything, shutting the door gently and walking to his hoodie to hang it up for him.

“i got in a fight.” he confesses as youre halfway putting the hoodie on the spare hanger.

you immediately turn around, “what?” you mumble, concern returning in your eyes while hang up the hoodie without looking away from chris, “a fight? with who?”

chris sighs, “i dunno his name, one of nates friends. he was high an’ started saying really weird shit about every girl that walked past.” you sat down next to him as his eyes start to water, “then he started looking at everyones instagrams for some fucking reason. he found mine, and saw you,” his voice starts to shake. you put your hand on his back gently, being cautious of any other possible injuries there.

“and he said some fucked up shit about you. he was sexualizing you, saying you must be loud in bed and shit. i dont know how it happened but i punched him without thinking, then we got into a full on fight.”

he breaks down, tears finally starting to fall down his cheeks.

“oh baby...” you say, putting your arms out for him. he doesnt even hesitate before bringing you into his arms and hugging you as tight as he could.

“he really hurt me, y/n. i thought i was gonna die..” he whimpers as you gently stroke his back.

you kiss his hair gently, “c'mon, lets get you cleaned up.”

he reluctantly lets go, his eyes red. you take him into the bathroom in your room and sit him on the toilet lid. you lean down to get some band aids out of the cupboard.

“your ass looks good,” he says quietly, gently prodding it with his toe, trying to lift the mood and make you not worry.

you chuckle, “thank you, sweet boy.” you stand up and turn around, noticing the genuine smile on your boyfriends face. you smile gently back, before starting you help him, “anything on your legs?”

he nods gently in reply, “a bit, just a graze or somethin’.”

“what leg? and how far up?” you ask again, trying your best to make yourself seem the least worried you can.

chris pulls up his pant leg, showing a graze on his shin, but just enough to take the top layer of skin off. you clean it carefully, holding his hand so he can squeeze if the alcohol wipe hurts.

you praise him gently as you continue working up his body, patching him up. you finally make it to his hands, which you both decided should be the last things you attend to.

“youre doing so good for me, baby,” you say sweetly as you press a kiss on his knuckles, “my sweet boy.”

he always blushes when you say sweet nothings like that, always making him feel as loved as ever. one of his hands that youve already attended is resting on your hip as you straddle him, and the other hand is in yours as you wipe it down.

“there you go, baby, youre all better,” you say sweetly, kissing his knuckles again.

“mhm,” he looks at you sweetly, with so much love in his eyes, “i love you so fucking much,” he whispers.

you look up at him, a stupid smile appearing on your face, “i love you so much more, chris.”

chris scoffs, “i would deny that bullshit, but you just, cleaned me up, so i wont.” he kisses your nose and wraps his arms around your waist, burying his face into the crook of your neck. you wrap your own arms around his neck, kissing his cheek.

“do you wanna go lay down?” you ask after a moment quietly.

chris nods, “yeah..” he hesitatly lets you go, letting you stand up and take him to bed. you grab his hand gently and walk him out the bathroom to your shared bed.

he sits down and gets into bed, watching as you walk to the door. “where are you going?” he whines.

you look back and smile, “one second,” you say before walking out the room. you go into the kitchen and get a glass of water, matt still watching gravity falls in the same position, “chris okay?” he asks quietly.

you nod as you turn off the faucet, “yeah, he fell and tripped, cut his face on a twig,” you try not to worry his brother, knowing he'd be equally worried if he knew what happened.

matt nods, “okay, you guys sleeping now?”

“mhm,” you pick up the water and turn around, “night.”

“good night,” matt calls, making you smile at him before descending down the stairs.

you make it to yours and chris's room, turning off the big light and switching your guy's lamp on. you pass chris the glass of water, and he immediately downs it.

“fuck, i needed that,” he places the now half full glass on his bedside table, “thanks.”

you smile and get into bed next to him, letting him cuddle into your chest. you rub his back, letting him calm down and eventually fall asleep.

14/4/26 - i really like this i find it so adorable 🥹 sub!chris my one true love

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ιɴ тнe eveɴт wнere yoυ're ғorced ιɴтo тнe вαcĸyαrd wιтн eɴeмy!cнrιѕ υɴтιl yoυ тwo ɢeт αloɴɢ.

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓 ⋮⋮ 𝟏.𝟐𝐤 𝐌𝐘 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐊𝐒!

As the glass sliding door locks with a soft click, you scoff lightly at your friends laughing inside.

The night air is refreshing and warm, your friend Sabrina’s backyard a great space and relaxing atmosphere. The pool is fresh and bright, fairy lights strung across the tall fences, brighting the area.

“This is so fuckin’ stupid…” Chris, beside you, crosses his arms, and slumps against the brick wall.

His black swim shorts are nearly fully dry, though his hair is still damp and slightly frizzy from the chlorine. You couldn’t deny that in this lighting, in the environment, he appears very enticing. Or maybe that’s the alcohol speaking for you.

It’s how you wound up in this position.

The five of you had a couple beers and ciders, but you and Chris in particular had a greater amount. Enough to the point that you’d argued with him in front of everyone. It got pretty heated, almost physical.

For years, your friends have tolerated the fact that you two have a deep hatred for each other. It wasn’t ever this bad. But now, with you both tipsy and frustrated, they couldn’t take it. Shoved you outside and into the backyard, telling you that you couldn’t come inside until you’d gotten along.

You figured you’d be here quite a while.

You take a couple steps toward the pool, sitting down on the edge, watching your feet swish around in the clear water.

Chris eyes you for a moment, almost glaring before proceeding to push off the wall and sit down beside you. He turns to look at you, really look at you. It could be the fact that you’re drunk, however, that look bears resemblance to admiration.

You’re very pretty, and that’s an understatement. You’re absolutely gorgeous. Stunning. (yes i’m talking about you queen😉) And you knew it.

“What?” You mutter quietly, squirming slightly under his intense gaze. “Why’re you looking at me like that?” He blinks blankly, eyes breaking away from you for a moment. Slightly embarrassed. “Not lookin’ at you like anything…” He mumbles.

Then he pulls out the cocky side of him: arrogant, and too confident for his own good. It’s the side of him that you could hardly tolerate, and it just makes you dislike him more every time you whiteness it. “Have I ever told you that you’re really pretty?”

“No,” You tell him bluntly. “You tell me that I’m weird, bratty, and displeasing to the eye.”

Chris’ hand lands on the back of his neck, rubbing awkwardly. “Oh.” He chuckles quietly. “Right. Uh, sorry ‘bout that…” Him? Apologizing? It didn’t sound right. But nonetheless, you try to forgive him.

“It’s whatever, I guess.” You say, watching as he pulls out a light grey vape pen. He moved it to his mouth, inhaling and exhaling, smoke drifting past his soft lips. For a moment, you think about how those lips would feel on yours. How good of a kisser he might be. But you quickly block those thoughts out.

“So,” he starts, “wanna make out?” The question makes your heart pound loudly in your ears. Drunk. He’s so fucking drunk. But so are you. And if it’ll make you two get along for now, get you inside, even just for an hour, you were okay with it.

Besides, what did either of you have to lose? You’re both single, with no current love life. It had been pretty sad, actually. You needed some kind of romance, even if it was with a grade-A asshole that you’d grown to absolutely detest.

“Sure.” You nod, and Chris doesn’t waste too much time. He shoves the vape pen back into his pocket, gently grabbing your jaw and pulling you slightly closer to him.

The moment your lips press to his, it’s like a barrier their of you knew was there, had shattered entirely. You lean into the kiss, tasting the fruity smoke of his vape off his breath.

Your hand moves to the side of his neck, sliding up to his dark, damp hair. His lips move against yours in a slow, flawless rhythm.

Chris pulls back for a moment, giving you both air to breathe. He slips into the pool, pushing his hair back and standing in the mid-shallow part. “Join me.” It wasn’t much of a request.

You slide into the fresh, clear water, meeting him at the edge. His hands find your hips underwater, gripping lightly and pulling you closer to him. Your chest presses against him, and you’re lips are suddenly on his again.

His thumbs fidget with the tied string of your binki bottom, slowly tugging them down. You let him, your hands resting on his shoulders, manicured nails digging in slightly.

He barely unties the thin string, pulling it to the side and rubbing two fingers against your folds, slick underwater. A soft gasp slips past your lips, pulling back from him slightly. His breath is hot and heavy against your lips, your eyes searching his frantically. He grins, lips curving into a small smirk. That cocky attitude again, and you found it hot in this moment. Especially when those two fingers push into you.

They feel absolutely perfect—slender, long, and deep as thrust in and out of you steadily. His gaze is intense, and you can hardly take it. “Chris,” You moan quietly.

His digits drag around your tight walls faster, eventually finding your clit and rubbing it roughly. It makes your lips part entirely, another moan rolling out of you. He drags his lips across your trembling skin, right against your ear. “That feel good?” He murmurs, low and almost smug. You could help but nod and pant, your legs already shaking.

“Yeah?” He mocks teasingly. “Say it. Tell me you want me.” The method by which he practically demands it is impossibly attractive, and you were too desperate to go against him. “It—It feels so good…” You whine quietly. “Please, Chris, please, I want you so bad.” That definitely wasn’t the alcohol talking this time.

It doesn’t take Chris long to get the hint, especially when one of your hands move down to his swim shorts, tugging lightly at the string. He tugs them down almost entirely, errect and desprate. With a subtle rock of his hips underwater, his cock slides into you easily.

He makes an even, steady pace, a soft grunt easing out of him. You’re already so close, but you wanted to prolong the feeling, even though you both had little time. It wasn’t long before someone might catch on, go outside and find them.

Your head drops against his shoulder, just wanting to cry out for him. His pace picks up quickly, breathy heavy and uneven against your ear, making your veins pulse rapidly. You don’t have to say anything for him to know thar you’re close to being pushed off the edge, and he’s determined to make that happen in your friends wide pool.

It makes you whimper loudly, how he pumps into you, deep and gripping. You couldn’t hold back anymore, and burst around his cock with a needy noise. Just in time, barely, Chris pulls out of your went cunt, spurting out warm, thick come.

Your nails left small marks on his shoulders, hands loosening on him as you relax is ecstasy. You attempt to catch your breath, head pulled back slightly.

“I think we’re finally getting along, what about you?”

You agree. Despite being drunk and under the influence, you really wanted this to happen again.

And under all that enemies bullshit, all it took was some time alone with him.

αυтнor'ѕ ɴoтe ﹕ hello again!! quick fic idea i whipped up in a few hours… not sure about this one, so please let me know if there’s anything you’d change!

[cybersturn]

─── ⋆⋅around your neck⋅⋆ ──

in which chris finds out you’ve spent your own money on a necklace from his brand, and customized it. and we all know this man loves things customized…

⤷ smut ⋮ bf!chris x fem!reader ⋮ light choking

figured i would make something for my chris girls, this one goes especially out to @salemsturniolo

psa! english is not my first language. mdni

the late sun bleeds through the large window, painting the living room a muted orange. the air hangs heavy, thick with the scent of a recent meal and the faint, sweet perfume you wear. you’re resting on the couch, in sleep shorts and a light tank top with a book open on your chest when you suddenly hear the sound of clattering keys by the door.

Chris finally enters, and kicks the door shut with ease, his eyes finding you immediately. a tired grin stretches across his face, crinkling the corners of his eyes.

"hey, ma. long day." he breathes out.

you push yourself up, the book sliding beside you. a soft, silver chain catches the last rays of sunlight, glinting against your collarbone.

"rough one? you look like it." you respond softly.

as he kicks his shoes off by the door, his eyes, usually quick to meet yours, linger on your neck, a subtle crease forming between his brows. he takes a step closer, then another, his head tilted.

"what’s that?"

you touch the pendant, a small, polished silver disc with his "Fresh Love" brand logo on it, cool against your skin. you feel a blush creep up your neck, a warmth spreading across your cheeks. you’d bought it online, a quiet indulgence, a secret little thrill, Fresh Love, his brand. customized with his initials. C.O.S.

"just... a necklace." you answer shyly.

he closes the distance, his shadow falling over you. he reaches out, his fingers brushing the cool metal. he doesn't look at you, his gaze fixed on the pendant. his thumb traces the delicate engraving. C. O. S. the letters stand out, stark against the polished silver. his own initials.

"COS?"

his voice low in his chest. you watch his face, a flicker of confusion giving way to something else. recognition. a slow, knowing smile starts to form, pulling at the corners of his mouth. his eyes finally lift to yours, dark and intense.

"you bought this? from my line?" he asks curiously.

"i did." your voice is barely a whisper. you expected teasing, maybe a playful scolding for not just asking him for one. not this intense stare, this sudden shift in the air.

"and you got my initials. why didn’t you just… tell me, sweetheart? i would’ve given you a whole damn collection." he says as he plucks at the chain, tugging it gently. the silver disc lifts from your skin, then settles back. his gaze drops to your lips, then back to your eyes, a glint in their depths.

"i wanted to buy it. i wanted it to be... mine." you answer matter-of-factly.

his fingers are still on the chain, a light pressure against your throat. he steps closer, the scent of his faint cologne fills your senses.

"yours, huh? you bought my name.", he leans in, his breath warm against your cheek. his lips brush your earlobe, sending a shiver down your spine

"that’s a bold move, ma. a very bold move."

his hand slides from the necklace, curling around the back of your neck, his thumb stroking the sensitive skin behind your ear. he pulls you closer, his mouth finding yours. the kiss starts soft, tentative, a question. your lips part, inviting him deeper. his tongue sweeps inside, it dances with yours, a slow, sensual exploration. he angles his head, deepening the kiss, his hand tightening at your neck, pulling you further into him until your chest presses against his.

his other hand slides down your arm, over your hip, settling on your thigh. his fingers dig in, a gentle squeeze. you moan into his mouth, a soft, involuntary sound. the book you were reading tumbles to the floor with a soft thud. he breaks the kiss, a soft pop of wet lips, his eyes still dark, still locked on yours.

"you have no idea what you just did, do you?"

his mouth descends again, harder this time, more demanding. his tongue plunges, tasting every corner of your mouth. you taste yourself on him, a delicious, dizzying mingling of flavors. his hand on your thigh moves higher, sliding under the hem of your comfy shorts, his fingers brushing the sensitive skin of your inner thigh.

you arch into him, your hands finding his broad shoulders, your fingers digging into the muscle beneath his shirt. he groans, a deep sound, as his hand explores higher, grazing the delicate lace of your underwear. you gasp, the sound swallowed by his kiss. he pulls back, just enough to breathe, his forehead resting against yours.

"you’re asking for it, baby. begging for it."

his fingers find the elastic band of your panties, hooking them lightly. you feel a sudden rush of heat, a dampness spreading between your legs. he feels it too, a satisfied smirk playing on his lips. he stands, pulling you up with him. your legs tangle, your body pressed flush against his. he walks backward, tugging you along, his eyes never leaving yours, a silent challenge, a promise of what’s to come.

he backs you against the nearest wall, the cool plaster a stark contrast to the heat radiating from his body. his hips press into yours, a hard, insistent pressure that leaves no doubt about his arousal. he releases your mouth, his lips trailing down your jawline, nipping at your earlobe, then down your neck, lingering on the pulse point at your throat.

"my initials. around your neck."

his words are punctuated by soft kisses, each one sending chills through you. his hands move to your shorts again and pull them down slowly, then the tank top, leaving you in nothing but your bra and panties. he takes a step back, his eyes devouring you.

"fuck, you’re stunning."

he reaches out, his fingers tracing the lace of your bra, then the curve of your breast. he cups one, his thumb brushing over your nipple, which instantly hardens under his touch. you gasp, your breath catching in your throat. he leans in, his tongue flicking out, tasting the sensitive skin of your neck, just below your ear.

"i want to taste you everywhere." he whispers sending chills down your spine.

he kneels, his eyes still locked on yours burning within them. he reaches for your panties, his fingers slipping under the lace, tugging them down. you lift your hips, helping him, your breath coming in ragged gasps. he pulls them off, tossing them aside. you stand before him, completely naked, exposed, and utterly aroused.

he stares, his gaze lingering on your slick, swollen pussy. a bead of pre-cum glistens at the tip of his cock, already hard and thick beneath his jeans. he reaches out, his fingers parting your lips, revealing the glistening pink flesh within. he dips a finger inside, a low groan in his chest.

"so wet and needy already, baby"

he hooks a finger around your clit, circling it gently. you whimper, your knees threatening to buckle. he pulls you forward, guiding you to the couch. you collapse onto the cushions, your legs spread slightly. he sheds his clothes in a hurry of motion, his shirt, then his jeans, revealing his thick, pulsing cock. it springs free, heavy and large, a dark vein snaking along its length.

he climbs onto the couch, positioning himself between your legs. he leans down, his mouth finding your wet pussy. his tongue is hot, wet, and skilled. he laps at your clit, a soft, teasing swirl, then sucks gently, drawing it into his mouth. you cry out, your fingers digging into the cushions, your hips arching instinctively.

his tongue delves deeper, exploring your folds, flicking at your clit with a precision that sends shivers through your entire body. the pleasure builds, a fiery knot tightening in your core. he works you with his mouth, sucking, licking, teasing, until you are writhing beneath him, desperate for more.

"chris… please…"

he pulls back, a string of saliva connecting his mouth to your pussy. he looks up at you, his eyes gleaming with pride.

"beg for it, ma, beg for me."

he positions his cock at the entrance of your pussy, the head nudging your wet folds. you can feel the heat, the thick girth of him, pressing against you. you reach down, guiding him, your fingers brushing against his hard shaft.

"please, Chris. inside, please be inside me…" you whine

he pushes, slowly. the head slides in, stretching you, filling you with a sweet pressure. you gasp, your body trembling. he pauses, letting you adjust, letting your muscles clench around him. he pushes again, inch by inch, until his thick cock is buried completely inside you, filling you to the hilt.

you cry out, a mix of pain and pleasure. your pussy clenches around him, tight and hot. he groans, his eyes rolling back in his head. he starts to move, a slow, deep thrust that sends him to your cervix. you feel him bump against it, an intense sensation. he pulls out almost completely, then plunges back in, a rhythmic, powerful motion.

the couch creaks beneath you as he pounds into you, his hips slamming against yours, a wet, smacking sound filling the air. each thrust sends a jolt of pleasure through you, building higher and higher. you wrap your legs around his waist, pulling him deeper, wanting more.

he leans down, his mouth finding your neck again. his teeth nip gently at the skin, then his lips suck, leaving a hot, throbbing mark. his hands find the necklace, the silver chain still around your neck. he grips it from behind your neck, not hard, but firm, pulling it taut. the chain presses into your throat, a light, insistent pressure. a small sting of pleasure.

you gasp, not from pain, but from the sudden, unexpected sensation. it adds a new dimension to the pleasure, a thrilling edge of control. he watches your face, his eyes dark.

"you like that, sweet girl? my name around your throat while i fuck you senseless?"

he pulls the chain a little tighter, just enough to make you swallow hard. his thrusts grow more urgent, deeper, faster. he pulls out, almost free, then slams back in, his balls slapping against your ass with a wet smack. the slick of his cock sliding in and out of your pussy fills the room.

you feel the air being pushed out of your pussy with each withdrawal, a soft, squelching sound. your body is sticky with sweat, your legs trembling around his waist. he grabs your hips, lifting them, tilting you just deepening his penetration. he hits your G-spot with every thrust, sending waves of pure ecstasy through you.

you’re close, so close. your muscles clench, your breath coming in short, sharp gasps. he feels it, his own breathing ragged. he pulls the chain tighter, not enough to hurt you, but enough to make you feel utterly vulnerable, utterly his.

"come for me, ma. come for me now."

as he pounds into you, a relentless rhythm, his cock filling you completely. your pussy contracts around him, milking him with every thrust. you feel the build-up, the tension coiling in your belly. the world narrows to the feel of him inside you, the pressure of the chain on your throat, the taste of his skin.

a scream tears from your throat as you shatter, your body convulsing around his cock. your legs clamp around him, your nails digging into his shoulders. he groans, a deep sound, as he feels you cum. he thrusts one last time, deep and hard, spilling his hot, thick cum deep inside you. you feel the warmth, the sudden fullness, as he empties himself into your womb.

he collapses onto you, his body heavy and spent, his breath ragged in your ear. the chain around your neck loosens, then falls slack. he buries his face in your neck, his lips brushing the damp skin.

"fuck, baby. you really do make me fuckin’ crazy"

you lie tangled together, your bodies slick with sweat, your hearts hammering against each other. the scent of sex hangs heavy in the air, an intoxicating smell. he shifts, pulling out of you slowly, a soft pop as his cock slides free. he rolls onto his back, pulling you with him, so your head rests on his chest.

his hand finds the necklace again, his thumb tracing the initials. he smiles a contented smile.

"my name. around your neck, and in your pussy." he smirks proudly.

he pulls you closer, kissing the top of your head. you can still feel the lingering warmth of his cum inside you, a physical reminder of what just happened. you close your eyes, a satisfied sigh escaping your lips.

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[sturnsangell]

sweetheart!rapper!chris tipsy!singer!reader

ɴᴏᴡ ᴘʟᴀʏɪɴɢ ♫ - ᴍʏ ɢɪʀʟғʀɪᴇɴᴅ ʙʏ ᴛᴠ ɢɪʀʟ

includes : alcohol, suggestive language, kinda suggestive actions but no smut, fluff

where sweetheart!chris helps drunk!reader after her friends drop her off tipsy

chris hears a car door open, and the faint sound of his girlfriends voice. youd been to a party with your friends, and although you promised chris you wouldnt get drunk you both knew you would.

chris immediately stands up and walks to the door, opening it to see you toppling over to him, “hi baaaabbyyyy....” you slur, reaching for him before putting all your weight on his chest. he nearly falls back, but catches himself on the door frame as his hand flies to the small of your back. “hi angel,” he mumbles, nodding a silent thank you to your friends as they drive off, “you said you wouldnt get drunk baby..”

you gasp, “i am NOT drunk!” you wave your hand out, almost hitting him. “hey hey hey, careful. c'mere..” he gently picks you up in his arms, your legs and arms gently wrapping around him.

you mumble the lyrics to a song that played at the party while chris carries you upstairs to your room, occasionally just saying random shit because you cant remember the next line.

when chris gets you upstairs, he sits you on his bed and walks into your shared bathroom for your makeup wipes. “you look really fucking sexy right now, i could just fuck you raw,” you hiccup, obviously not knowing what you just say.

chris chuckles, “oh yeah? you would?” he teases, walking over to you with the wipes in his hand. you nod, and he sits down next to you and puts you on his lap so youre straddling him. chris looks up at you with a small smile on his face, “im flattered by the offer, but youre drunk so ill have to pass..”

you go to groan, but chris starts wiping your makeup off. you shut your eyes, helping him and leaning into him slightly. “lean back baby,” he mutters the demand, which you obey, “good girl,” he gently kisses your forehead before wiping over it.

when he finishes, he kisses your nose and rubs his thumb on your cheek. you lean into his touch gently then wrap your arms around his neck. he smiles and kisses your temple, “lets get you changed,” he says, sitting you back on the bed and walking to your shared closet to get your pyjamas. you sit there, just watching him do everything for you.

“im sorry,” you mumble, making chris turn around. “for what, ma?” he says calmly, walking back over with your clothes and sitting next to you. he gently takes off your dress so he can change you. you put your arms up to help him, “for getting drunk when i said i wouldnt.”

he laughs quietly, slipping off your dress and tossing it on the floor. he takes off your bra with ease, then slips on your sleep shirt over your head. “dont worry,” he kisses you on the head, before beginning to take off your tights.

“i feel bad though,” you mumble, leaning back slightly and propping yourself up with your arms. “im not mad, y/n,” he comforts, “promise.”

you smile as he slips the matching shorts past your legs carefully, “up,” he says, so you lift your hips up so he can put them on properly, “mhm, youre doing so good.” you blush slightly when his eyes meet yours and when he kisses your stomach, not breaking eye contact.

his eyes are full of love and adoration, his hand caressing your hip, “i love you, sweetheart.”

“i love you too,” you say back, “come here..”

chris moves up the bed and sits next to you, letting you rest your head on his chest, which you do. he kisses you on the head, “go to sleep baby, ill be right here..”

18/4/26 - i like this but i dont also

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[richpromises]

bsfdealer!chris x inexperienced!reader, based off of my imagination last night

Warnings :: smoking, vapes, kissing, choking, lmk if I missed anything! Not proofread!

This is pt. 1! || PT1 || PT2 || PT3 || PT4 ||

"chris how do you vape, doesnt it burn?"

"what do you mean?"

"like, when you hit that, doesn't it burn your throat?"

"ive gotten used to it, it's nothing."

the two have been having conversations over random subjects for what feels like hours. chris put on shameless in the background, but it's long forgotten now. they prefer eachothers presence more.

"can i try it?" she asks, already knowing his answer.

"absolutely not."

"whyyyy?", she drags.

"because. thats how I got addicted. I don't need a perfect angel like you being ruined if I have a say in it."

she hated when he called her that. hes aware she's never been in a relationship, let alone kissed anyone yet, but it hurts when he rubs it in her face.

"plus, itll burn."

"ill be fine."

"you said it yourself y/n. It burns. And you can get hooked."

"then I'll only do it once, I just wanna see what it's like."

The two were lying next to eachother in chris' bed. Her whole body is turned on her side as she watches chris calmly hit the pen, then drop it back into his lap. She's curious, and she won't let him win.

"give it to me.", she demands.

"y/n. no."

The girl reaches into his lap to finally retrieve the vape. Chris is stunned. Shes clueless. It's kinda hot. Before he can say a word she brings it to her mouth and inhales.

She's coughing.

A lot.

"I told you." He says proudly.

"it's not that bad." She struggles out. "It's nice"

Tears are forming in her eyes. Chris leans up and wipes her face before taking it back from her and showing her how to correctly inhale.

"like this" he demonstrates. She watches. Closely. Then she tries again.

She coughs again.

"is there any way to make it not burn? I like the taste I just hate the sting."

"ur already hooked, y/n" he jokes.

"I am not!"

"technically there is a way I can do that for you, but I need your consent first."

Consent? For a vape? She should be the one asking.

"why?"

"it's called a shotgun"

"okay what does it mean"

"a shotgun kiss? You've never heard of it?"

"kiss?!" She asks worried

"chill. It ain't that deep. Leme just show u"

With some explanation she eventually gives in and allows chris to come closer to her. He hits his pen and inhales, then grabs her chin tightly and guides her face towards his. He slowly exhales as she inhales and tastes the sweet air without the burn.

This moment feels like it could last forever. She never wants this to end. Once he pulls away she opens her eyes and looks at him in shock.

"better?" He asks.

"yeah." She quietly responds. "have you done that before?"

"yes, of course I have. I sell weed for a living."

"it was nice, it didn't burn"

"I'm happy to help." He says lightly while staring into her eyes. "Wanna do it again?"

She shakes her head, breathless. "I'm gonna need to hear you say it, I take consent seriously."

And that was enough. Enough for her to be completely and utterly his. For the night, she's forgotten all about any conversation they've had. She just wants him.

"yes Chris," "please." She adds.

He inhales the device quickly and grabs her neck forcefully, inching her towards his mouth and exhaling whilst adding more and more pressure to her throat.

She begins to tilt her head to exhale, but Chris uses his hand to guide her to his lips, so close, yet not quite touching. They feel eachothers breathing and soft noises of anticipation, and Chris gives in.

He crashes his lips onto hers forcefully and begins moving at his own rhythm. Considering she's never kissed anyone before, she's taken back, and not quite reciprocating properly. Chris pulls back, noticing this and he says, "I'm sorry, y/n. I thought you wanted that."

"it's okay.." she says, lacking any other thoughts in her brain than about him.

"talk to me" he asks.

"kiss me" she demands.

And with that she watched the last bit of self control Chris had leave his eyes as he slowly climbed on top of her and landed his lips on hers.

He expected her to reciprocate more this time around, but then he had a realization. She's never had her first kiss. She doesn't know at all what she's doing and he just stole this moment from her.

Feeling awkward, she pulls back slowly and begins to speak.

"I've never kissed anyone before"

"I can tell" he says, honestly.

"well that's not nice"

"it's okay, I'll teach you."

Yayyyy new au!!! I'll make some introduction pages for this as well, but I had to get this idea out of my head first. Requests are open for any storyline ideas!!!

;ଓ taglist (stolen!) . . . @japblogs @courta13 @spookysturnz @sturniolo-szn2 @theowensturniolo @jvngle18 @chrisgirltilidie2 @urfavvbilliemunch @devotedlyteenagemusic @sturnsflirt @chriss-slut @oopsiedaisydeer @fawnsprings @mattsd0llfac3 @matthewswifeyy @chrisbambi @mivogjk @adorechris @evansturn @skibidisturniolo @babyt0matoes @vxmp42 @izzylovesmatt @silverspringsstare @sturniszn @blahbel668 @angelbabychris @lvrsturniolo @favsdti @sturniphone @httpssturns @mattspillowprincess @crispycremedonut @sturni-olii @courta13 @chrisslittleangel

[sturkneeohloww]

oh my god

[richpromises]

bsfdealer!chris x inexperienced!reader, based off of my imagination last night

Warnings :: smoking, vapes, kissing, choking, lmk if I missed anything! Not proofread!

This is pt. 1! || PT1 || PT2 || PT3 || PT4 ||

"chris how do you vape, doesnt it burn?"

"what do you mean?"

"like, when you hit that, doesn't it burn your throat?"

"ive gotten used to it, it's nothing."

the two have been having conversations over random subjects for what feels like hours. chris put on shameless in the background, but it's long forgotten now. they prefer eachothers presence more.

"can i try it?" she asks, already knowing his answer.

"absolutely not."

"whyyyy?", she drags.

"because. thats how I got addicted. I don't need a perfect angel like you being ruined if I have a say in it."

she hated when he called her that. hes aware she's never been in a relationship, let alone kissed anyone yet, but it hurts when he rubs it in her face.

"plus, itll burn."

"ill be fine."

"you said it yourself y/n. It burns. And you can get hooked."

"then I'll only do it once, I just wanna see what it's like."

The two were lying next to eachother in chris' bed. Her whole body is turned on her side as she watches chris calmly hit the pen, then drop it back into his lap. She's curious, and she won't let him win.

"give it to me.", she demands.

"y/n. no."

The girl reaches into his lap to finally retrieve the vape. Chris is stunned. Shes clueless. It's kinda hot. Before he can say a word she brings it to her mouth and inhales.

She's coughing.

A lot.

"I told you." He says proudly.

"it's not that bad." She struggles out. "It's nice"

Tears are forming in her eyes. Chris leans up and wipes her face before taking it back from her and showing her how to correctly inhale.

"like this" he demonstrates. She watches. Closely. Then she tries again.

She coughs again.

"is there any way to make it not burn? I like the taste I just hate the sting."

"ur already hooked, y/n" he jokes.

"I am not!"

"technically there is a way I can do that for you, but I need your consent first."

Consent? For a vape? She should be the one asking.

"why?"

"it's called a shotgun"

"okay what does it mean"

"a shotgun kiss? You've never heard of it?"

"kiss?!" She asks worried

"chill. It ain't that deep. Leme just show u"

With some explanation she eventually gives in and allows chris to come closer to her. He hits his pen and inhales, then grabs her chin tightly and guides her face towards his. He slowly exhales as she inhales and tastes the sweet air without the burn.

This moment feels like it could last forever. She never wants this to end. Once he pulls away she opens her eyes and looks at him in shock.

"better?" He asks.

"yeah." She quietly responds. "have you done that before?"

"yes, of course I have. I sell weed for a living."

"it was nice, it didn't burn"

"I'm happy to help." He says lightly while staring into her eyes. "Wanna do it again?"

She shakes her head, breathless. "I'm gonna need to hear you say it, I take consent seriously."

And that was enough. Enough for her to be completely and utterly his. For the night, she's forgotten all about any conversation they've had. She just wants him.

"yes Chris," "please." She adds.

He inhales the device quickly and grabs her neck forcefully, inching her towards his mouth and exhaling whilst adding more and more pressure to her throat.

She begins to tilt her head to exhale, but Chris uses his hand to guide her to his lips, so close, yet not quite touching. They feel eachothers breathing and soft noises of anticipation, and Chris gives in.

He crashes his lips onto hers forcefully and begins moving at his own rhythm. Considering she's never kissed anyone before, she's taken back, and not quite reciprocating properly. Chris pulls back, noticing this and he says, "I'm sorry, y/n. I thought you wanted that."

"it's okay.." she says, lacking any other thoughts in her brain than about him.

"talk to me" he asks.

"kiss me" she demands.

And with that she watched the last bit of self control Chris had leave his eyes as he slowly climbed on top of her and landed his lips on hers.

He expected her to reciprocate more this time around, but then he had a realization. She's never had her first kiss. She doesn't know at all what she's doing and he just stole this moment from her.

Feeling awkward, she pulls back slowly and begins to speak.

"I've never kissed anyone before"

"I can tell" he says, honestly.

"well that's not nice"

"it's okay, I'll teach you."

Yayyyy new au!!! I'll make some introduction pages for this as well, but I had to get this idea out of my head first. Requests are open for any storyline ideas!!!

;ଓ taglist (stolen!) . . . @japblogs @courta13 @spookysturnz @sturniolo-szn2 @theowensturniolo @jvngle18 @chrisgirltilidie2 @urfavvbilliemunch @devotedlyteenagemusic @sturnsflirt @chriss-slut @oopsiedaisydeer @fawnsprings @mattsd0llfac3 @matthewswifeyy @chrisbambi @mivogjk @adorechris @evansturn @skibidisturniolo @babyt0matoes @vxmp42 @izzylovesmatt @silverspringsstare @sturniszn @blahbel668 @angelbabychris @lvrsturniolo @favsdti @sturniphone @httpssturns @mattspillowprincess @crispycremedonut @sturni-olii @courta13 @chrisslittleangel

[immaqulate]

can you believe this is the same person 🥹

[k7vni]

Making my Windows Fog Up — M.S

jealousbf!matt, sub!reader

includes: teasing, oral sex (f&m receiving), car sex, rough doggy sex

All 5 of us formed in a circle, playing Truth or Dare but with a bottle. Same concept as "Spin the Bottle", just with dares instead of shared lips.

The triplets, Nate, and I are at some frat party. This event was Chris’ type of night, it took a lot of convincing when it came to me and Matt. Not much for Nick and Nate because they’re down for anything anyway.

I was wearing a low cut top, giving everyone at the party a beautiful sight of my peaks, as well as a dark wash jean skirt that barely covered any skin.

Matt doesn’t like going to parties, not just because it’s a social function, but because of his own girlfriend, me.

This specific outfit of mine is one of the reasons why he is never convinced to go to any of the functions that Nick and Chris go to.

But he never restricts me from dressing the way I dress, because he knows that even with the amount of stares I receive, none of them could make me feel the way he does, the way he touches my body, they way he says my name, the way h—

"Y/n! It’s your turn!" Chris snaps me back into reality, pointing at the bottle that was placed between all of us.

"Oh shit, my bad." I say, bring myself to my knees to reach for the empty glass bottle, my skirt riding up my thighs, earning a stare from Matt.

I loved it. I loved knowing that wearing these tiny little outfits had an effect on him, making him more possessive over me.

I flick my wrist, giving the bottle a nice spin with a steady pace going on, it starts nearing its end, slowing down.

The tip of the bottle lands on Nate, the triplets’ childhood best friend, and my classmate during junior and senior years.

"Interesting, Truth or Dare?" I lock eyes with the boy across me.

"Uhm, everyone’s been doing dares, I guess Truth?" He shrugged.

"Truth? Okay, was there anyone in this party that you had a crush on?" Everyone turns their head towards him, curious for an answer.

"W-What? I mean, yeah, but like it didn’t last long at all!" He stuttered, suddenly feeling hot.

"That wasn’t my question, I’m asking for a name." I demanded, subtle but direct.

"..Look, I can’t sa-"

"Nate dude just say it." Nick says, nudging his shoulder a bit as a gesture of encouragement.

His hesitation made everyone more curious about it now, I watched as sweat formed from his neck, but, why?

"Okay.. I—" As he spoke, a drunk frat boy decided that the bottle was the perfect "puking area".

The frat boy hunches over as throw up leaves his system, all from alcohol and heavy partying, he wipes his mouth and looks up at me.

"H-Hey you- there…. Y-Yeah.. youu.. come.. come here.." The drunk boy points at my figure and starts walking his way towards me.

"Nope, I don’t think so." Matt quickly carries me away from the situation, everyone else following us, he was the driver after all.

"Matt, put me down! C’mon, we still have an hour before we have to head home!" I say as I struggle to get out of his grip.

He doesn’t even glance down at me.

"At least put me down! I look like a kid!" Still, not a single change in his movement.

"Put me down, Matt!"

"I’ll put you down but you’re not leaving my side, do you understand that?" His voice spoke, low and stern.

I gulped, rarely seeing this side of him.

"Yes.. I understand." He lowers me back on my feet, hand tight on my wrist.

I basically get dragged away, still receiving stares from random men.

"Looking good!"

"Let me have a taste!"

"Can’t believe that’s ALL yours, Sturniolo!"

All these men’s words visibly ticked Matt off, seeing his jaw tighten, his grip changes from my wrist to my ass, showing the people around us who I truly belonged to.

We finally reached the car for what felt like long hours of disgusting words being thrown at me, and my boyfriend that had left a visible mark around my wrist and on my left ass cheek. Fuck, it’s so hot.

He unlocks the door, opening the passenger’s seat for me, everyone else hopping in on their own.

He closes the door once I placed myself inside, I watch as he walks in front of the car and making it back to the driver’s side door.

His movements were quick and harsh, I knew what I did wrong, and I did it all on purpose. I teased him the entire night with this slut outfit I had on me.

"Nate, don’t think you’re free from Y/n’s question! Tell us! Tell us! Tell us!" Chris starts chanting at the back, earning a small giggle from me.

"Dude okay.. fine. I’ll type it out, and you guys can’t show any reaction okay? I’ll uh.. I’ll show Y/n and Matt another time."

I furrowed my eyebrows, but I don’t question it. My focus was all on what Matt was going to do to me tonight.

"Ok, ready?" Nate says, holding his phone screen up to his chest.

I can see from the rear view mirror that Nate revealed the name that we were all once so curious about.

Surprisingly, not a word said by any of the boys in the back. But, their reactions spoke louder.

Chris’ eyes widened, taking in a deep inhale, letting out a shaky exhale.

Nick’s adam’s apple clearly shifts in his throat, did he just.. gulp? What about this person could be so shocking? Now I’m left wondering.

"Nate." Matt says blankly.

Just one word made all three of them jump.

"You’re home." Matt says, pointing outside the car’s window.

"Oh, right! Right… Uhh, thanks guys, enjoyed tonight, specially the guy puking haha.." He laughed awkwardly, reaching for the door’s handle, walking back into his home.

The first few minutes were quiet, extremely rare occasion, considering that there’s 3 of the same person under this car’s roof that would normally be having their daily nonsense debates.

To all of our surprise, Matt’s the one that breaks the silence.

"So? Are you guys gonna fucking tell me who it was? I’m his friend too, you know?" He says, the boys at the back earning a dark stare from the rear view mirror.

"It’s uh.. Itsss that girl we met in junior year, remember? Uh, Alyssa?" Nick says, having hope that he’d slip away from Matt’s question.

"Do you think I’m dumb? Tell me who it was, why is there a need for you guys to lie?"

His tone was getting serious, the car’s speed rapidly increasing, going 100 in a 70.

"Matt, stop! It’s not funny you actually have to control yourself!" I say, reaching for his thigh.

"So tell me who the fuck it was." He demanded. I turn to the boys, urging them to tell him before we get into anything dangerous.

"Okay dude, Matt, chill! We’re in a 70 and you’re pushing 120. I’ll say it!" Chris pleads as his hands grip on his seat for support.

"You can’t get mad, well— not any more mad than you are right now. Promise?" Nick offered his pinky, which was then shoved away by Matt.

"MATT OK ITS.."

Matt’s speed on the road was fast, yet his eyes burned through the reflection of his brothers.

"Look, it’s.. It’s Y/n! Can you press the brakes now!" Chris exclaimed, now actually fearing what his brother was capable of.

Matt slows down, reaching down to 80, still above the speed limit.

"What?"

"It’s Y/n.. but he did say it was just for a tiny bit! Junior year! Come on, you didn’t even like Y/n in junior year! Don’t be mad at him."

"Oh please, Chris. I’ve liked Y/n since the day Nick offered her to play with us on the swings in kindergarten."

"Okay yeah but.. you guys didn’t date till like.. senior year?.." Nick answers back, hoping to get his rage to die down.

"But Nate knows about how I liked her since forever are you fucking kidding me?"

"Dude Y/n’s beautiful, nobody can resist her! It’s normal, shit, even I had a crush on her and I was gay ever since I left mom’s stomach!" Nick tried joking around, I stifled a laugh, knowing if I made it audible, Matt would genuinely torture me.

Before we all knew it, we were home now, entering the garage to park the car.

The car was now positioned perfectly, the gates of the garage closed off and locked itself.

"Get out, both of you." Matt removes his seatbelt while demanding his brothers to leave.

The pair hurriedly left the car and slammed it behind them, racing to their rooms.

"What? What about us? It’s cold in here, baby." I do my best puppy eyes towards him, let’s just say, it didn’t work.

A frustrated Matt was staring back at me, hair messy, knuckles white from gripping the wheel, the lights around us being dim. It made him look so fucking good.

"Get in the back." He pointed at the seats which his brothers were once sitting in.

"Baby, what’s gotten into you?"

"I don’t know, maybe the fact that you wore this fucking outfit to the party that you knew every boy in college was going to?"

Oh he saw right through me.

"I thought you didn’t care?"

"Yeah, I didn’t, until I hear all these fucking jocks telling me they want a piece of your ass? How do you think that feels?" His voice was low but yet had such a strictness behind it, and no way, I was already pooling in my panties.

"N-Not great to hear baby, I know. I just wanted to have some fun tonight.. We haven’t went to a party in a long time!" I tried defending myself.

"Maybe because last time we went, you were on the dance floor and all these men tried to touch every part of you? If I never pulled you out of there, they could’ve marked you, they could’ve marked what was mine."

I didn’t realize it but he had a grip on my thigh as he said his words.

"Fuck, that hurts. Baby, let go of me, please?" I placed my hand on top of his large one that was on my aching thigh.

"And I’ll make it hurt more, get in the back."

I gulped and reached for different seats to support myself, making myself comfortable in the back.

He watched me from the driver’s seat, his eyes burning holes through my cold and exposed body.

"You barely have any clothes on, might as well take it all off." He indicated for me to remove everything I had on.

I slowly start lifting up my top, exposing my chest, which shamefully, had no bra on underneath.

"No bra today? Even to the fucking party? Are you asking for me to teach a lesson?"

I flinch at his words, continuing my progress. My skirt slide down my ankles, leaving me in my dark red laced underwear.

"Spread your legs for me." I obeyed his words, separating my thigh from the other.

On my panties was a wet patch of slick. So fucking embarrassing because he hasn’t even touched me and yet, he already had me this wet.

"You’re just unpredictable, aren’t you? Who made you this fucking wet already?"

"I mean.. everything you do, you look good doing it. Specially when.." I cut my words off, hesitant with what was about to leave my mouth.

"When? When what?" He waited for my answer.

".. When you were driving us home earlier, because you were angry, I don’t know, okay?" I hide my face with my hair, feeling shy.

"Is that so?" He looks at me up and down, admiring the sight in front of him.

Tits perky and nipples hard from the cold air that filled the car, waist going inward, showing more of my hips, all the way down to my pussy, which was desperate for my boyfriend’s attention.

"Give me room." I scoot to the side as he travels towards me, now in the same seat.

"Lay down on your back, lift your hips up when I tell you to."

I lay down on the leather seats, waiting for his commands to come over my body.

He dips his head towards my underwear, taking them off with his teeth. Oh my fuck.

The scene was just so fucking hot. He then signals me to lift my hips up, successfully taking off my underwear.

He starts kissing my puffy folds, starting slow.

"Mm, fuck." I moaned out, feeling confident that the other brothers wouldn’t hear us where we were.

He starts to flick his tongue on my clit, even swirling circles on it, making me grasp for the car door above my head.

I was now a loud mess, I couldn’t help but squirm under his repeated motion.

"Matt! Matt, baby, it feels so good when you’re eating me out like this." I say as my hands meet his brown, messy hair.

"Let’s see if Nate can try to make you feel better than I can." His mouth leaves my pussy.

I can hear him unbuckling his belt, removing his pants and unzipping, letting his cock free, it looked like it needed attention too.

"Sit up." I immediately obeyed, getting up from my position.

"Here, get on your knees, I don’t care if you don’t have space, make it work for me." He pointed at the car’s floor.

I crawl to the floor, he places me in between his legs, where I was face to face with his large cock.

"Do what you have to do, baby. Make me feel good, don’t stop until I tell you to." He brushes his hands through my hair, guiding me nearer to his shaft.

I put my lips around his tip, getting myself used to the size. I start to reach deeper, before I realize how big he actually is.

"M-Matt, I can’t put it all inside me.." I wipe the remaining spit on my lips.

"Look at me, does it look like I care? Because you certainly looked like you didn’t give a shit about anything when you decided to wear that fucking skirt." He blankly said.

I nod, going back to his dick. I ease my mouth onto the first few inches, bobbing my head up and down, making eye contact every now and then.

"Mmm.. Yeah. Keep going." He places his hand on top of my head.

I let my spit coat his length, lubricating the entire thing. Using my tongue to lick on his tip, knowing all of his sensitive spots.

I earn a few moans and groans from him, seeing him from this view was so different, seeing his adam’s apple go up and down from the pleasure I gave, the way his face looked so fucked out.

He cups my chin and lifts me off of his dick, placing me back down on my chair, laying me down, what was he doing..?

He starts to align himself into my entrance, oh shit.

"I’m not gonna slow down for you, baby. So you’re gonna have to keep up." He says, immediately sliding in all his inches into my warm walls with no warning.

"FUCK! Matt! You— I’m— Fuck!" My eyes widened at the sudden stretch, my hands now gripping on anything that was in my reach.

"Yeah? Does my dick make you feel so good that you can’t even think properly?" He pounds into me, skin slapping against mine.

"Shit.. Matt. Please! Be gentle!" My eyes roll back at the foreign feeling.

"You be fucking quiet and take me in like the fucking good girl that you are."

He starts to pick up his pace, his tip repeatedly meeting my sensitive spot.

"Matt! I can’t— fucking take it anymore!" I cry out, the pain was so fucking good, my body couldn’t handle it.

"You’re taking me in so well, baby. Stay still like that, let me use you."

He was taking out all of his built up anger on my fucking pussy? I mean, no complaints here.

"Can Nate fuck you like this? Answer me." He grabbed my face, making me stare straight at him as he continued to pound into my bruised pussy.

"N-No! Never. Fuck. Ugh, Matt, baby. Fuck me till I cum." I was losing all senses to his thrusts.

"Yeah, that’s it. You know who you belong to, don’t you? You know who owns this tight, pretty pussy." He starts circling his thumb on my swollen clit.

He then flips me over, putting me in a different position, my ass in the air, my head pressing against the seat.

The new position gave him better angles, fucking me deeper.

"MATT! Oh my, God! Fuck, it feels so fucking good." I support myself on the car window, which was heavily fogged up from the scene inside the car.

"Such a good girl taking me so well. You feel so fucking good, baby." His hips thrusting into my ass, the sounds were messy and loud.

He notices the handprints I left on the car’s window, making him groan.

"Making my windows fog up, hm?" He asks, reaching for my hair, pulling it towards him.

This made me reach my highs, yelling his name as I released all the juices onto his inches.

"Good girl, stain these fucking seats, the next time Nate sits on here, he’ll see the mess you made, all because of me." He doesn’t stop there, he still digs himself deeper into me.

"Matt please cum inside of me, leave me filled up, won’t you?" I look at him over my shoulder and used my puppy eyes again, this time, it worked.

I was being pounded into at a fast pace, our wet skin making sounds of heaven, my breasts bounced with each thrust he did into me. All of this made Matt reach his climax.

"Fuckk, stay like that baby, don’t let my cum drip out of you."

He grabs his phone as he pulls out, recording my fucked out heat.

He takes his fingers and opens my flaps, revealing my hole dripping of his cum.

"I’ll make sure to send this to you every time I see you talking to Nate, you hear me?"

He asks, looking at my fucked out face, receiving a nod from me.

[aelianastar]

Dealer!Chris x Sweetheart!Bunny

𐙚˙⋆.˚ In which... Chris shows up to bunnys apartment drunk

⋆.˚ Warnings... being drunk, cursing,

The knock on Bunny’s door was uneven. Not just impatient messy. Like whoever was on the other side couldn’t quite figure out how hard they were knocking.

Bunny blinked, curled up on her couch with Marie tucked against her chest. It was late. Way too late for anyone normal to be at her door.

The knock came again. Louder. Sloppier.

Marie lifted her little head, ears twitching.

“Okay, okay…” Bunny murmured softly, easing the cat down before padding toward the door.

The second she opened it—

Chris practically fell inside.

“Jesus—” she gasped, stumbling back as he caught himself on the wall.

He looked wrecked. Hair a mess, hoodie half-zipped, eyes glassy and heavy. The smell of alcohol hit her immediately.

“Chris…?” her voice softened instantly, concern washing over her. “You’re— you’re drunk.”

“No shit,” he muttered, dragging a hand down his face as he kicked the door shut behind him. “Real observant tonight, bunny.”

The bite in his tone made her flinch just slightly, but she didn’t move away.

“You didn’t text…” she said quietly. “I would’ve—”

“I didn’t wanna fuckin’ text,” he cut in, voice rough. “I just—” He gestured vaguely, clearly struggling to get the words out. “I needed to be here.”

Bunny swallowed, her fingers fidgeting together. “Okay…”

Chris paced once twice then dropped onto her couch like his legs gave out.

“Everything was shit today,” he grumbled, head tipping back. “Every single thing. People being idiots, shit going wrong, just—” he scoffed. “Fuckin’ hate everyone.”

Bunny hovered for a second before carefully sitting beside him, leaving a little space.

“well not everyone…” he said softly.

Bunny turned her head, staring at him for a long second.

Then he huffed.

“…Yeah. Not you.”

His voice had already softened just a little.

Bunny gave a tiny, shy smile.

“Do you want water?” she asked.

“No.”

“You need water.”

“I said—”

She stood up anyway.

Chris watched her walk to the kitchen, his expression shifting. The irritation slowly melted into something else something quieter.

“…she doesn’t listen,” he mumbled to himself, but there was no real heat behind it.

Bunny came back with a glass, holding it out to him with both hands. “Drink.”

He looked at it. Then at her.

Then back at the water.

“…You’re bossy,” he muttered.

“You’re drunk.”

“…Fair.”

He took it, fingers brushing hers, and for a second he just stared at their hands.

Then he drank.

Not gracefully. A little spilling, a little too fast but he drank.

“Good,” Bunny said gently, sitting closer this time. “Slow down.”

Chris leaned back into the couch, exhaling.

There was a quiet moment.

Then he suddenly looked at her again really looked.

“…You’re so pretty,” he said, like it just hit him out of nowhere.

Bunny froze. “Chris…”

“I mean it,” he mumbled, shifting closer, his knee bumping hers. “Like—fuck. You’re so pretty it’s actually annoying.”

She let out a small, nervous laugh. “You’re gonna regret saying that in the morning.”

“No, I won’t.”

“You will,” she insisted softly. “You’re just drunk.”

Chris shook his head immediately, stubborn even now.

“No. No, I’m drunk, yeah—but that just means I’m sayin’ the shit I don’t say enough.” He leaned in closer, his voice dropping. “You think I don’t think about this stuff all the time?”

Bunny’s heart started racing.

“Chris…”

He reached up, clumsy but gentle, brushing a strand of hair away from her face.

“I’m so fuckin’ gone for you, it’s stupid,” he murmured.

Her breath caught.

“You don’t mean that…”

“I do.” His forehead tipped against hers. “One day you’re gonna be my wife. Well I mean first I gotta make you my girlfriend.”

Her eyes widened, cheeks flushing instantly. “Chris—”

“I’m serious,” he slurred slightly, but his voice had that stubborn edge she knew too well. “Like—im so drunk right now but I know that. I know it.”

Bunny shook her head a little, overwhelmed, her hands lightly gripping his hoodie.

“You’re not gonna remember saying this…”

“I will,” he insisted, nudging his nose against hers. “And even if I don’t—you can remind me.”

She let out a small, shaky laugh.

“You’re impossible…”

“And you love it.”

“I didn’t say that.”

“You didn’t have to.”

Before she could respond, he leaned in and kissed her.

Soft. A little clumsy, but warm. Lingering.

Bunny melted almost instantly, her hands curling into his hoodie as she kissed him back.

He pulled her closer, one arm wrapping around her, tugging her into his lap like it was the most natural thing in the world.

When they pulled apart, he rested his forehead against her shoulder, exhaling.

“…Stay,” he mumbled.

“I’m not going anywhere,” she whispered.

“Good.”

He shifted, dragging them both down onto the couch until she was tucked against his chest.

Bunny adjusted slightly, reaching for the water again.

“More,” she said gently, pressing the glass back into his hand.

Chris groaned. “You’re killin’ me.”

“Drink.”

“…Yes, ma’am.”

He took another sip, then set it aside, pulling her back in immediately.

“C’mere.”

She settled against him, her head tucked under his chin, fingers lightly tracing the fabric of his hoodie.

Chris pressed a lazy kiss to the top of her head.

“Mine,” he mumbled.

Bunny smiled softly, eyes closing.

“Get some sleep, Chris.”

He hummed, already half gone.

“…gonna marry you,” he added under his breath.

She laughed quietly, snuggling closer.

“We’ll talk about that when you’re sober.”

“…don’t need to be sober for that.”

His grip tightened just slightly around her, protective even in his sleep.

Bunny stayed there, listening to his breathing even out, her heart still racing from everything he said.

Maybe he wouldn’t remember.

…but she would.

☆: I really love writing for them ♡

Dividers by: @cursed-carmine

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[maddylovesdilfs]

18+ Blurb where Boyfriend!Matt fucks a baby into Desperate!Reader✮⋆˙

a/n | Feel free to request ideas or suggestions, I’d love to hear what you guys have to offer!

You had came home after an urgent call to Matt explaining that you were losing your mind and needed to come home early from your day out with your friends, one, who had just recently had a baby.

What Matt didn't expect was for you to confess that you wanted to have a baby of your own.

And that's why right now you were laid out on your and Matt's shared bed, his cock plunged deep in your cunt.

“You’re close, baby. I can feel it.” He panted, squeezing the side of your bare hip. “Can feel you squeezing around me.”

All you could let out was a low whine, the feel of Matt’s cock thrusting in and out of you with the intention of fucking a baby into you bringing you closer to your high.

“Gonna cum inside this pussy— fill you up. Put a baby in you.” Matt’s voice was low and raspy, moving his hips faster, driving his cock into you quicker.

“That’s what you want, hmm? For me to put a baby in you? That’s what you asked me to do?” He added, moving his thumb to your clit, rubbing fast circles against it to make you gasp.

You closed your eyes with a cry of pleasure, no words being able to leave your mouth.

“Cmon, baby. Open those eyes and say it for me. Tell me what you want.” He murmured, pressing his thumb down harder.

“P-please cum in me,” you finally cried out, opening your eyes to meet his. “please— need you to so bad.”

With that Matt let out a satisfied groan, sliding his hand to your thigh, hoisting it up to take you impossibly deeper.

“Oh fuck— gonna cum,” he moaned, head falling against your shoulder.

The second you started spasming around him, incoherent jumbled words falling out in soft whines, his jaw went slack, hips rutting into yours until he stilled them, cum coating your inner walls.

Matt stayed there for a minute before finally pulling out, dribbles of his cum falling from your pussy.

He moved his thumb to your hole, pushing his cum back inside, making a whimper fall from your puffy lips.

“You did so good, baby.” He kissed your thigh, making your eyes flutter shut, completely spent.

Xoxo, Maddy⋆˚𝜗𝜚

[chrisssiren]

❝𝑲𝒆𝒆𝒑 𝒇𝒖𝒄𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒎𝒆, 𝒔𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕.❞

starring 𝑴𝒂𝒕𝒕 𝑺𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒐𝒍𝒐

⟡ 𝒔𝒎𝒖𝒕! ⋆ bf!matt ⋆ brat x brat tamer ⋆ spanking ⋆ fingering ⋆ clit stimulation ⋆ angry rough sex ⋆ bigdick!matt ⋆ missionary ⋆ pet names ⋆ size kink ⋆ degradation + praise ⋆ choking ⋆ spitting in mouth ⋆ breeding kink ⋆ creampie ⋆ mentions of aftercare ⋆ more. «𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒕»

You’ve been acting like a total brat towards Matt on purpose all day today, speaking to him with more bite and sarcasm than necessary. And being the patient boyfriend he is, he let it slide at first, chalking it up to you having a bad day or something.

But it quickly became too much when you started to tease him during dinner, deliberately pressing your legs close to his, pulling his arm flush against your chest, whispering dirty things in his ear like you’re not in a public space.

You thought it was funny, messing with Matt while he sat across from his brothers at their go-to restaurant. And it was. It was funny seeing the faint flush creep up his neck as your fingers traced slow circles on his thigh under the table while he had to pretend like nothing was wrong even though his traitorous dick was starting to react.

You knew not to test your luck—knew what would happen when you’re alone with him hours later, but you continued anyway. Your hand kept wandering before his larger one caught your wrist, and when you looked at Matt, he was already staring (more like glaring) at you, jaw tight and pupils clearly dilated.

He looked furious.

"What?" You asked, smiling innocently like your hand wasn’t resting dangerously close to his boner, only stopped by his hand gripping your wrist tightly, but not tight enough to be painful.

Matt almost—almost—smirked at your audacity as you played the innocent card, but the frustration burning in him won over any amusement or desire, his voice tight as he whispered quietly enough that only you could hear him. "Baby, enough. We’re in public and Chris and Nick will see."

Maybe you should’ve listened to him. You really should have.

But what did you do instead?

You simply smirked and let your pinky brush against his boner teasingly, watching his breath get caught in his throat, chest heaving slightly with deep breaths as he tried to keep himself in control and not pounce on you right then and there.

"Keep fucking testing me, sweetheart. Keep doing that shit and see where it’ll get you." Matt whispered, tone showing that his patience was running low, his grip tightening ever so slightly on your wrist.

You didn’t realize it then, but the damage had already been done. He let go of your wrist but he’d gone quiet, already planning what to do with you when you two were back at your place. If only you knew what you’d just started, but you were laughing on the inside seeing him get that worked up.

After dinner, You slid into the backseat with Nick to your talk but also to avoid Matt since you knew you had gone and pissed him off beyond belief. He didn’t show it though, that he was annoyed as fuck and still sporting a hard-on. Pretending like everything was okay, he talked to Chris and even laughed with him.

You almost thought his anger had worn off.

But after dropping Chris and Nick off at their house, Matt was finally alone with you, the air heavy with tension.

And now, sitting in the backseat of his car alone with the only sound filling the space between you two being the low hum of the engine as he drove, you begin to realize you may be doomed. But your mind is already wandering as you watch him drive in silence. He looks so good right now, all mad and quiet, only one hand on the wheel and the other propped on the center console.

Matt’s jaw works as he glances at you through the rearview mirror, eyes dark and piercing, before looking back at the road, not saying anything but his silence is enough to tell you that you should’ve just listened to him when he told you to stop and behave.

He’s so quiet that it’s starting to make you fidget uncomfortably in the backseat, preferring to look at the passing trees and buildings through the window rather than your boyfriend. Even though you’re starting to feel a teeny tiny bit of guilt for making him so stressed today, you can’t help the way his quiet anger soaks your panties in arousal.

It’s the main reason why you act like a brat towards him. It turns you on, how he looks when he’s irritated, how he acts—like he’s dying to get you alone and put you in your place. And God, do you enjoy the sex when he’s not in a good mood. He fucks you like he hates you—unlike how sweet he is in bed usually.

When he pulls over in the parking lot below your apartment complex, he speaks gruffly while taking off his seatbelt. "Get out." You can’t help but squeeze your thighs together at the way he’s talking to you, and you comply quickly, getting out of his car with your mini bag slung over one shoulder.

Matt can’t lie, you look too pretty to be acting the way you acted today, but you’d really tested his patience, too. He really tried to keep himself calm, but it was hard to do so with you either snapping at him or teasing him mercilessly.

The elevator ride is quiet except for the sound of it ascending up towards your floor. Matt’s still awfully quiet as he waits for you to walk out when the door opens, keeping a gentle hand on your lower back like the gentleman he is despite how he’s going to act otherwise when he’s got you sprawled out on your bed.

He doesn’t pounce on you when you walk inside your apartment like you thought he would, instead, he takes his time—almost like he’s savoring every ounce of the tension in the air. He pulls you towards your bedroom without a word, closing the door behind you both.

"Get on the bed, clothes off." He commands, voice awfully calm and almost flat, no signs of his anger anywhere. Huh, weird.

You comply quickly, almost embarrassingly quickly, pulling off your clothes and sitting down on your bed, waiting for him to do something about your attitude. Your panties lay soaked on the floor, and his eyes dart towards it before looking back at you, the faintest smirk on his lips.

"So fucking wet, aren’t you?" He begins walking towards you, voice laced with that condescending tone that makes your stomach flip and core ooze with slick.

Matt’s hand reaches out and grips your jaw when he’s finally standing in front of you, making you look up at him. "I know what you’re doing, sweetheart." He murmurs, his smirk widening at the sight of you already unraveling at his touch and words.

"You’re doing this shit on purpose," he accuses, "trynna make me fuck you until you’re forced to remember my dick when you sit down. I know you. I know exactly what gets you going."

Your breath hitches at his words, and he notices. He always does. It seems to fuel his determination to put you in your place, to treat you like the brat you are. So he does just that, sitting down beside you and pulling you so you’re draped across his lap, ignoring the sound of your surprise.

"You’re gonna count for me, ’kay?" Matt coos, knowing damn well his tone and words are contrasting starkly from each other.

You barely manage a nod before you feel a sharp slap against one of your ass cheeks, making you jolt and gasp. He holds you down on his lap, not letting you escape his hand planting firm slaps on your ass.

smack!

"One...! — smack! — Two....! — smack! — Three...! Matt- ahn! — smack! — Four...! — smack! — Five...! — smack! — S-six...!" You keep counting, whimpering in between, squirming on his lap—but also growing wetter. The line between pain and pleasure blurs, and soon enough, Matt notices your pussy beginning to—actually—ooze your pussy juices onto his jean clad thigh.

"Look at that..." Matt breathes out, in awe as he watches your cunt drool. "Look at you soaking wet from this, like a fucking slut."

Matt slowly drags his fingers down your slit, feeling his fingertips coat with your arousal. You can feel how hard he is from the way his bulge is digging into your side, throbbing with each heartbeat, twitching in the confinement of his jeans.

A breathy gasp leaves you when you felt two of his digits sink into your wet heat without any warning, knuckles deep, and God does he have long fingers. You lose your train of thought as he begins moving them in and out of you, slowly but purposely curling them down so he’d rub against that spongy spot that makes your eyes roll back in pleasure.

"Riight there... Feels good, sweetheart?" Matt taunts, his free hand grabbing a handful of your ass before slapping it sharply, making you tighten around his digits. "Use your words. Tell me how much you love my fingers."

"I l-love-" You try to speak, but Matt cruelly fucks your pussy faster with his fingers, pressing a hand on your lower back so you won’t be able to move away even if you tried. One of your hands reaches back towards him to clutch onto his wrist, your other hand gripping his pant leg for dear life.

The lewd, wet squelching noises of his fingers slipping in and out of your drenched pussy is deafening, blending in with your desperate moans and Matt’s low grunts. His dick throbs insistently against his clothes, reacting to the smell of your arousal and the sounds your pussy is making.

"Too much, baby?" He coos even though he’s not slowing down, matter of fact, his thumb presses against your clit, moving his digits expertly, knowing exactly what makes you unravel. "Too fucking bad. Should’ve thought twice before you decided to act like a brat."

You can feel your orgasm approaching, that intense pleasurable high about to explode throughout your entire body. Matt can feel it, too, thanks to your pussy squeezing him like a vice as your muscles ripples around his fingers. And just as you’re about to feel that euphoric feeling, Matt’s fingers slip out of your cunt with a wet sound.

You whine, a desperate sound clawing out of your throat, as you feel your orgasm stop abruptly, the emptiness making you clench around nothing but air in desperate spasms. Your breathing is ragged, still whimpering softly from the leftover pleasure burning in your core.

"Since you wanted to be a brat so badly," He murmurs, voice that low rumble whenever he’s had enough. "I’m gonna fuck you like one."

You’re manhandled onto the bed, flopping down onto your back unceremoniously, your legs immediately clamping shut when you feel the cool air hit your wet and sensitive private parts.

"Ah, ah," Matt tuts, large hands gripping your knees and spreading them apart roughly. "Keep ’em open, juust like that... Good girl."

His eyes, dark and predatory, roam over your disheveled state; your hair’s a mess, pussy leaking with arousal like a bitch in heat, eyelids heavy, chest heaving with ragged breaths, and lips red and swollen from you biting them.

Pulling off his shirt overhead, he messes up his already messy hair further. You’re so sure you can feel your pulse in your pussy as you stare at Matt—at how delicious he looks right now.

Matt’s hands trail down your legs slowly, watching you shiver under his delicate touch. You almost beg him to take his dick out of his pants before he (thankfully) does just that, releasing his thick, heavy cock—long and veiny. He pulls down his pants and boxers just enough before gripping himself from the base and tugging at his cock a few times, gaze zeroed in on your pussy.

You jolt and whimper when Matt slaps his cock head against your pussy a few times, making wet slapping noises that have your cheeks burning. Running his head through your folds, he groans at the warm, sticky fluid coating his shaft, making it easier to grind against you.

When he enters, he doesn’t go fast like you expected, he pushes inside painfully slowly—enough for you to feel him stretch your tight walls to accommodate his big dick. He sinks into you until his hips are almost flush against yours, grinding his hips to stuff you full of his thick meat, until you’re gasping at the way his tip is pressing insistently against your cervix.

Matt draws his hips back, watching your eyes flutter closed at the sensation of his thick, veiny cock dragging across your velvet-like walls. Hooking his arms under your knees, he props his hands on either side of your torso, folding you slightly and making it easier for him for fuck you deep.

Your eyes snap open and jaw go slack when he slams back inside, stealing your breath away. Your hands scramble to hold onto his forearms as he sets a slow but deep pace. It messes with your head, his thrusts. You can feel every inch of him, every fucking inch slide in and out of you.

And whenever he slams back into you, it’s like he’s punishing you by hitting your cervix, hard. The pain and pleasure blends together and becomes something so overwhelming tears spring to your eyes. Holding on for dear life is all you can do, gasping for air and barely able to moan, this might just be the best he’s ever fucked you.

"Fuuck-- Look at you... You love how good it hurts, yeah? Can feel your womb kissing my tip... She fucking loves this dick." He lets out an airy chuckle at the way you’re clutching onto him, those pretty eyes looking into his dark ones all tear-filled. "Yeah... you crying? Feels too good, huh?"

All you can manage is a choked moan, eyes rolling back slightly, nails digging into his arms. He pushes your legs off his shoulders and instead wraps one around his waist, changing the angle slightly. The new angle makes you shift on the bed, back arching with a soft cry.

"Keep making those sweet sounds while I fuck this pretty little pussy." Matt’s hand wraps around your throat, not choking you completely but enough to make it challenging to breathe. His other hand holds your thigh firmly against his waist, keeping that perfect angle that has you seeing stars.

He’s not just hitting your cervix now, his thick head is dragging against that spongy spot in your front wall with each thrust, and you can barely take the pleasure, going completely speechless for a second as your eyes roll back into your skull. Matt’s hand tightens around your neck at the sight in front of him.

The way your pussy is swallowing his fat cock whole while squeezing it like it can’t get enough and wants to keep him inside you forever is making him throb, balls drawing up tight. He’s grunting and groaning above you, not even trying to be quiet, showing exactly how good your pussy feels.

"You close? Think you deserve to come?" Matt murmurs breathlessly, leaning down, his soft pants making his chest heave. His hand leaves your thigh and instead presses into the mattress beside your head to prop himself up, his hips slapping against yours with wet “plaps”. "C’mon, fucking look at me—mhn—and tell me. Do you deserve to come?"

You try your best to say something, you really do try, but the feeling of him fucking you so good paired with his hand around your throat makes it harder to speak—let alone think. And all that comes out of your mouth are sounds of pure, unadulterated pleasure.

"Look at you—mmhn—gone—shit—fucking speechless... haahh..." Matt taunts, his chain glistening in the sunlight filtering in through the haphazardly closed blinds. He looks so good right now, and the sight is making you tighten around him more, eliciting a hiss from him.

His pace quickens slightly, muttering breathlessly under his breath like he’s about to unravel too. "Fuuck... trynna suffocate me with your pussy, sweetheart? ’Cause she’s—mmhn-ah—killing me here..." His pace falters slightly, abs clenching, biceps flexing and veins becoming more prominent than ever. "Yeah... keep- ffuck- keep doing that shit- bruise my dick, baby."

Matt knows he won’t last much longer with you clenching around his dick like that, so he decides to just let you come. "Open that fucking mouth," he commands, watching you obey slowly. He spits in your mouth, watching his saliva land on your tongue. "Swallow it... Good girl... Good fucking girl."

He leans down to kiss you messily, spit mixing together, hips still moving against your like a machine. His tongue tangles with yours, licking your teeth, biting your lips. That taut feeling in your stomach is reaching the breaking point, about to explode—and Matt feels it, feels your pussy spasming around him as your breaths turn into gasps.

He lets go of your throat and instead reaches down to rub your clit roughly with his thumb, your slick making everything slippery. Your nails dig into his back, your eyes rolling back briefly, beginning to feel that taut feeling in your stomach dissipate slowly, dissolving into waves of pleasure.

"I’m coming- f-fuck- Matt- fuck- m’cummin’--" You're barely able to warn him before your pussy squeezes him even tighter—if that’s even possible—pulsing rhythmically around his thick meat. The feeling of your tight pussy milking him makes his balls tighten, his own orgasm not too far behind.

Matt puts you into mating press before you can even catch your breath, legs pushed back, knees almost touching your shoulders, pussy in full display for him. He starts fucking you again almost immediately. Faster. Deeper. His cock plunges in and out of you as he presses his weight against you to keep you in place.

"You want my cum, baby? Fuck... Want me to fill you up?" He pants above you, groaning and grunting as he fucks you like he’s trying to break you, or breed you—or both. He’s going so deep that you swear you can feel him in your chest, knocking the wind out of your lungs with each deep thrust.

He stares down at your glazed over eyes and dazed expression, nothing but gasps and loud moans and whimpers leaving you; you’re clearly too far gone to even think anymore, just focused on the immense pleasure mixed with pain that Matt’s giving you right now.

You whimper and nod frantically, babbling something incoherent about wanting him to cum inside you and make you a mommy. The sound of you begging him to fill you up and make you all swollen with his babies paired with the sight of you so fucked out from his dick pushes him over the edge, and he shudders above you, stilling after a few rough thrusts.

He grinds his hips against yours, panting, eyes closed, making sure every rope of hot cum stays deep inside you. His pearly release paints your walls, and the warmth of his cum inside you adds to the intimacy as his eyes flutter open and lips meet yours in a soft dance.

"Love you... I love you so fucking much, sweetheart..." Matt murmurs against your lips, his eyes soft as he looks down at you. Something about the duality of him being so sweet after fucking that attitude out of you will forever be attractive to you.

"I love you too..." You whisper back, voice slightly hoarse from moaning so much. You watch Matt’s eyes crinkle at the corners as he smiles down at you, chuckling softly.

"Okay, pretty, let’s get you cleaned up. And then we can cuddle and watch some movies. I’ll be right back." Matt kisses you gently, quickly, and slowly pulls out, both of you hissing softly at the sensitivity.

And when he settles beside you after helping you clean up and putting on some clothes himself, you can’t help but imagine the next time you’ll purposely annoy him just to get fucked like that.

Yeah... You’re never gonna learn.

And Matt will never say no to putting you in your place.

© 𝒄𝒉𝒓𝒊𝒔𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒓𝒆𝒏

⟡ 𝟑.𝟑𝒌 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅𝒔 ⸝⸝ 𝒆𝒏𝒈𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒉 𝒊𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒎𝒚 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒔𝒕 𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒖𝒂𝒈𝒆!

ִֶָ𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ 𝖎𝖘𝖆’𝖘 𝖓𝖔𝖙𝖊𝖘 ་༘࿐ i saw that post by @letstripdotcom and i immediately made a new wip and started writing. i genuinely love the brat x brat tamer trope so so so much idk why i don’t write it that much. anyway, keep in mind that this was not proofread at all, i got lazy... so if you see mistakes or words that don’t make any sense just ignore pls 😭