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[sturnvdds]

Im Taylor, fem/masc??, i love.. writing, the beach, madison beer, dogs, the mall, chris sturniolo, movies, summertime, the sturniolos, the kalogeras sisters, blue, and motorcycles!!

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[classyrbf]

making your big and strong boyfriend submit to you was incredibly fun. Tying him to a chair, watching his cock get hard as you slowly undressed in front of him, grinding your wet pussy across his clothed cock, making sure he can feel your heat through the fabric. You laugh when he groans in frustration, his muscles bulging out from the rope around his skin. He fights so hard to get out, itching to get his hands on you, needy and desperate to feel you. Instead, you tease him for what seems like hours. He whines, throwing his head back when he feels your soft hands graze his aching cock.

“What’s the matter?” You innocently blink up at him.

“Come on, baby,” he sighs, “just get me outta these fucking ropes.” He breathes heavily, eyes following your every move when you stand back up. “F-fuck…god, you look so fucking perfect. Let me touch you, please, please—what…where are you going?” You walk around towards the back of the chair, resting your hand on his shoulder.

He strains against the ropes, pulling against them but ultimately failing. “You’re gonna leave marks on your skin if you keep doing that,” you giggle, running your hand along his chest.

“You’re not being fair,” his breath hitches. “I swear I’ll behave…just let me at least touch you.”

“Oh, but, sweetheart,” you stand in front of him again, climbing into his lap, wrapping your arms around his neck, “you and I both know you’re not going to behave. You always get to have all the fun!” You pout.

“Ohhh, fuck fuck,” he whispers under his breath when you glide your slit along his cock. His eyes clench shut, biting down on his bottom lip. “Baby,” he breathes, “get me out of these fucking things. Im not playing around.” He grunts, his cock aching, damn near ready to explode just from getting a simple pussy job.

“Mmmm, let me think…no.” You smile at him, moving your hips faster.

He lets out a choked moan, wiggling against the ropes, but the more he moves, the more friction he creates. His cock and balls already feel full and heavy, and he knows he could cum any minute now if you keep teasing him like this—with your tits bouncing in his face and your juices coating his dick.

“Stop, stop, stop, you’re gonna make me cum,” his mouth drops open, breathy moans and gasps escaping. “Baby,” he gasps, “fuck, I’m close! Oh shit, shit—mmmph, wait…why are you slowing down? No, no! Baby! Fuck!” He shouts in frustration.

You laugh in his face, climbing off of his lap to watch his cock throb, veins pulsating, the tip swollen and red. “Sorry, were you going to cum?”

“Yes! You know I was! Shit! Fuck you!” He whines, thrusting his hips upwards. “Why are you doing this, huh? Is it because you want a little bit of control? Well, I’ll give to you. You got me, yeah?” He nods.

“Wow, you’re really trying your hardest to get out of these ropes aren’t you?”

He sighs in defeat, eyes fluttering shut. His cock is leaking, looking for any sort of relief whether it be from you or himself. At this point, he might just cum without even being touched. He so fucking hard it hurts. He sits there, watching as you bend over in front of him, giving him a perfect view of your ass and leaking pussy. His eyes soften, desperate at just the sight of it. What he would do to taste you, touch you, be inside of you.

“Is this what you want so badly?” You look back at him, arching your back further. Your hand reaches between your legs, giving your pussy a few light smacks.

He sits there like a man stuck in a daze, watching intently at how you rub and smack and your cunt, playing in his face, spreading it for him. He could feel his entire body heat up, breathing heavy, almost like he was about to cum. But how? Could he really cum without being touched? Was sitting here tied up, watching you play with yourself truly enough to get him off?

Before he knew it, thick ropes of cum shot everywhere, his hips twitching as cum landed on his pants, shirt, the floor. “Oh my god! Fuck!” He groaned, sucking in a breath. His head fell back, the intensity of it all draining him. Was he still cumming? Yes, yes he was. He was left shaking, voice trembling when he lifted his head and called out to you. “Baby.”

You sat there in awe, watching the entire thing go down from start to finish. Firstly, you’ve never seen him cum without being touched. You thought that was a myth. Secondly, you’ve never seen him cum so much, it quite literally got everywhere. “Wow,” you laughed, looking at him.

“I feel like I’m gonna fucking pass out.” He stared at you with low lidded eyes. “Fuck,” he sighed. “What did you do to me?” He cocked his head to the side.

“I didn’t expect that at all.” You slowly stand to your feet, stepping towards him. He looks completely drained, and you wouldn’t blame, especially after that orgasm.

“Untie me, please,” he softly says, barely having the energy to speak. Without hesitation you undo the knot, letting the rope fall to the floor.

“Are you…okay? I don’t want to make you stand if you’re actually going to pass out.” You gently stroke his hair, allowing him to rest his eyes and catch his breath.

“Just come sit on my lap. I need to hold you.” You climb into his lap, curling up as he wraps his arms around you, hugging you tightly as he finally gets to touch you. “How’d you do that?”

“I honestly don’t know,” you chuckle. “I’m shocked too.”

“That was the most intense orgasm of my life. I don’t think I’ve ever came for that long. And my legs were shaking. Is that how you feel?” He smirks.

“Baby, I think you take top spot to be honest.” You raise your brows.

“Yeah, well, maybe we should try it again.”

tbh I was picturing any of the jjk men with this one so that’s why it isn’t character specific bc I’d tie up any of them tbh hehehe

[soyoujustginbringmeabirthdaygift]

POSTER BOY | turn myself to a poster boy.

pt.3 (idk if this counts as kinktober i’m late sorry yall)

warnings; restraints as in (tape, blindfolds, handcuffs), p in v, sub!chris, pornstar!lauren, bj, handj, toys, cunnilingus, cursing, really angsty lemme know if i miss anything

for the first time, chris woke up, and had to film a fucking porno in 8 hours.

the day of, he wanted to step out.

but it was an underground website with a bunch of weirdos he didn’t give a shit about so i guess it was fine.

but after all of this talking and phone sex with lauren, something felt unfulfilling about it. empty.

but he had to toughen up so he wouldn’t be considered a pussy because he got pussy. it just didn’t feel right.

he was in the shower, kinda just sitting down in the tub.

he heard his phone ring on the floor.

“hello?” chris said

lauren’s voice fills the phone,

“it’s me chris, i just wanted to say hi before the whole thing.” for the first time she felt nervous for doing her own job.

he eyes lit up and he sat up actually trying to contribute to the conversation.

“hi, i missed you last night. you hung the phone.” he questioned, hoping not to get ridiculed.

“well, i have a job. and i have been working to get some things off my schedule for you baby.” she said softly.

chris felt something in the air change, like they had a weird air between them. and he knew it wasn’t just her.

and it wasn’t, she was doing it on purpose because she could feel him wanting her.

and she knew it wouldn’t work because of her job. things would get weird and she hated getting broken up with.

but she was getting ahead with herself, she thought he probably didn’t even want her.

“well i’ll see you at three?”

“sure will.” she hung up on right after.

chris felt angst bubbling in their cauldron but didn’t say a thing.

he didn’t want to seem like a guy who was only in it for the sex but at least he was getting laid.

he was always a guy who got laid but after getting more popular on youtube, it became very hard to do that.

a couple hours later he was planning out a cute but not too professional outfit to wear, probably some fresh love.

as he was walking out, soft smelling cologne, a subtle outfit. he wanted to stand out a bit more.

and if that meant to ask to borrow his brother matt’s rings even tho they’ll be off in the first two minutes he’s there.

he walked up the stairs, matt and nick sitting on the couch on their phones while drag race season 6 played on the tv.

“hey mattttt.” he called out. missing his brothers after worrying about a girl they past 2 in a half days.

he slammed onto the couch hugging matt.

“what the hell are you doing? kid just crushed my shoulder.” matt chuckled.

“ he obviously wants something.” nick added.

“bring it in you gay boy” chris laughed really hard walking over to nick to hug him.

nick gasping with a shocked look on his face.

“ love you too chris.” nick said surprised

chris cuddled up into nick, “ I did need something tho”

matt and nick smacked their lips.

“ yea we knew.” matt said.

“ so um, matt can i like borrow your rings. like the big beefy ones. i gotta bag some hoes tonight.”

all three of them burst out in laughter, “ I guess, there in one of my drawers in the nightstand next to my bed.”

chris jumped up from the couch and screamed and ran to matt’s bedroom.

“what has that kid so happy?” matt questioned

“i don’t know but what i do is that he was doing some shit last night, literally moaning loud as fuck.”

“no yeah, he thought just because we were asleep we wouldnt hear him.”. matt responded laughing.

chris came out with what some people would say “aura”.

chris says that word.

“i’m lowkey swaggy as fuck. thanks matt, bye you guys.” he ran down the stairs like a kid going to disney land.

i’m going to be in a porno-“. chris screamed before closing the door.

“that’s why he’s happy, ok.” matt said turning his attention back to the tv.

chris got in a uber over to her house which was 23 minutes away.

he was all smiles in the backseat, texting back and forth with her.

looking out of the window listening to 2much 2fast. he had been lost in his thoughts like any other day, but he had to be confident.

as his driver let him out of the car. he noticed how beautiful her house was, it just looked like her.

as he walked up he saw a tiny red buzzer next to the door, and like any dumbass he tapped it expecting for the world to explode or something.

“what’s the purpose of your visit?” a man’s voice came out from a tiny speaker next to the door.

it startled chris a bit “uh, sex.” he said.

the door was opened by some type of security.

“Um excuse me, where is lauren.”

“ She upstairs, let me take you to her room, this place is huge.” the security guard walked with him up two flights of stairs and down a couple hallways.

he saw an especially red door, “ i’m guessing this is her room.” he laughed nervously as security guard nodded and walked away.

“lauren?” he called out as he entered her room. a bunch of people and cameramen in her room.

the main thing that obviously caught his attention was lauren and her makeup stylist. she looked stunning. and weird, but in a cool tumblr girl way.

she had painted stars with liquid eyeshadow all over her eyelids and stars here and there on the top of her nose and little stars and dots over her blush.

She looked in the rear view of the mirror in front of her and saw him. her eyes lit up with excitement and she jumped out of her chair. messing up her makeup on her cheek.

”Oh my god, hi! i’m so glad i’m finally meeting you in person.” she hugged him and gripped his ass.

he laughed and pushed her off “dude don’t do that.”

“Well i’m going to be doing all kinds of stuff to you that’s even better than that.” she teased.

“ Yea when? in thirty minutes? because your getting your makeup done.” he had a bit of comfort towards her, bringing her in by her waist. just for a bit of friction.

she leaned into his ear and whispered, “ you think you’re slick, i see and feel what you’re tryna do. just wait.” she pushed him on her bed.

“sick burn girl.” he mocked her for pushing him on the bed, sticking his tongue out goofily.

she flopped down on him kissing him.

almost all of the crew looked at them, because she never usually interacts with anyone who would be on her show. especially not like this.

“Wait-mm-baby.” he panted in between her kisses.

he automatically rested his hands on her waist. “ i’m not trying to get too riled up before we start.” kissing her on the cheek before she hopped her way back to the makeup chair.

he started looking around, at all the people with cameras, people fixing up the room, giving him tips on how to be.

if he was being honest, he was pretty uncomfortable. he just hated the idea of this being recorded. he wanted something romantic, but she was a pornstar he couldn’t just say that.

and that’s what he signed up for.

after what felt like days, she was ready, so was the room, and all the camera crew.

she looked so beautiful, like an alien with all the stars on her face.

“so are we doing some fake acting thing or are you gonna introduce me?”

“ i’ll introduce you. go stand over there. they’ll give you a cue when to sit on my bed.”

he nodded his head, and kept it high trying to be vibrant but not too silly for the video.

a man pointed for him to walk through the door,

he was startled a bit but used to it since there’s always a camera in his face any other time.

the soft look on her face quickly changed, to a more seductive arousing look.

“hi.” chris said, gulping right after.

“hey, we’ve been waiting for you to come on my show.” she teased, running her fingers down his chest.

his breath staring to pick up a bit, chest falling and rising.

she turned to the camera, “ this is may be one of my favorite people on the show, chris sturniolo. you may know him as the fresh love connoisseur, youtuber. but tonight he’ll just be another boy in my bed screaming my name.” she pushed him down on the bed.

she dragged him out on the bed, throwing off his shoes and pants.

he gasped from the sudden movement, he bit his lip in excitement.

she crawled up his legs and palmed his dick, moaning.

“fuck, i need you.” he went to grab onto her and she pushed his hands back above his head.

he whimpered, and on the board on the back of the bed was everything she needed.

handcuffs, rope, and tape on her nightstand. she grabbed the handcuffs and locked his hands up to the bed.

“ wait, what the fuck are you doing?” he questioned.

“cuffing you, i’m trying to tame you a bit. don’t want yig touching me too much.” she smiled and played with his bottom lip with her thumb.

his glassy eyes gazing up at her, he looked so perfect. so submissive. but she slowly pushed her thumb into his mouth, making him suck on her finger.

he got progressively harder and she slowly pulled her finger out, an impatient moan left his mouth and he tried to put her finger back in his mouth but couldn’t move because of the handcuffs.

“ooh, someone’s excited.” she said grinding softly against his strained boxers.

he was biting in lip so hard, he left a print. just trying to hold back from making too much noise so early.

she leaned down to his face, “ what do you say we take these off, yea?” she asked, playing with the hem of his boxers. he nodded his head fast, just keeping his eyes on her.

as she pulled them off, his cock sprang free. her eyes widened once she realized how big he was.

she leaned down and kitten licked the slit on his tip. he winced and fidgeting to move even with the handcuffs on.

she kept licking really slowly, but chris’s hips stared to buck up into her mouth, making her suck on his cock a bit.

she pushed his hips back down on the bed, he hugged and puffed “please, it hurts ma.”

“do it again and you won’t get any orgasm at all, got it?” she said.

he nodded, this time with a huge smile on his face. he just loved being told what to do by a mean, hot woman.

she rested her hand on his cock and started to move it up and down. but slowly, this making his body shiver. he mouthed the words ‘oh my god’ since he was so out of breath.

watching her being so intertwined with him and not just doing shit for the camera was also a huge turn on.

he didn’t look up once at the cameras, even when they got close. he was just looking at her. taking some much control, and him not having a word to say about it.

“you like that baby?” she said whispered against his cock, the vibrations making him jump and moan.

she turns to the camera, “he likes it soo much.” she cooed. “you like it so much chris?”

“y-yes, it feels so good ma” he groaned.

“call me ma’am, m’kay?”

“fuck yea i will, o-oh!” she suddenly picked up her pace stroking him. he threw his head back on the pillow and whimpered and whimpered ‘please please please’ over and over again.

not like she was edging him but he just liked begging.

“oh ye-yeah! fuck me ma’am!” he moaned hearing that noise coming out of his mouth, almost everything about this was hot.

as he felt his orgasm approaching, he body started to spasm. feet starting to curl, hands tugging at the cuffs on his hand.

he winced from the pain of the handcuffs, but it felt good at the same time. “oo, you getting close baby?”

“y-yes, yes i-. i’m getting close.” a pleasure yet so overwhelming was still good as shit.

she got bored of stroking and put his tip in her mouth, relentlessly sucking and squeezing it. “wha-what are you doing? f-fuck! i’m gonna cum, gonna cum for you m-“ his voice cut off by his orgasm and loud moans. his back arched of the bed, the handcuffs almost coming off.

she noticed and decided he needed a change, “hmm, your handcuffs are cutting at my bed. what do ya say we use rope?” she asked, drawing her finger down the cum all over him and licking it up.

“please.” he said, panting heavily. a smile on his face.

she went to the other side of the room to get the ropes, got the keys and uncuffed him.

and tied his feet and hands up.

he laughed, “what are you gonna do to me now, ma’am?”

“you’ll see baby.” she got off the bed and to her drawer. grabbing a cock ring and flesh light . “lauren what is that?”

“ A cock ring, it vibrates.” she cooed and whispered in his ear. “i’m eager to see what it does, put it on baby.”

excitement filled his body, blood rushing back to his cock. she drew the fleshlight up and down his slick cock making chris suck his teeth.

“fuck i forgot how overwhelming this is gonna b-be.” he breathed slowly. “do you have a problem with that?” she asked, trying to get a reaction out of him.

“No-“ she slapped his face, a moan leaving his mouth.“then be quiet and take it.” cupping his face and gently kissing his pink lips.

“i will ma’am.” he responded, his eyes filled with desperation.

sliding down the cock ring making chris squirm a little bit. she taps a button on the side of it, and it sends him in a spiral.

his jaw immediately dropping making an ‘0’ shape. “oh-oh my god, what the fuck?” he whimpered. pain is pleasure. the vibrations and fleshlight clenching up and down on him.

“wai-wait! please turn! o-off please.” he pleaded.

“ you just said you were eager to put it on though, i think that can wait.” she crawled up his chest and started licking his nipples. making it more overwhelming.

“Lauren! stop licking on my n-“ the noises coming from the boy were unexplainable.

his loud screaming plea’s dropped to a high pitched vibrating groan. Lauren rubbed her thumb on his slit, rushing his release. a tear drop running down his cheek as he cums.

he tried to enjoy the aftermath of it all but she never turned off the vibrator, “please turn it off, please please.” the fleshlight milking him. he kept begging.

“not yet baby, just give me two more, yeah?”

“i-i can’t take it, please.” she shut him up with a kiss, climbing back over his lap. taking off the toy.

putting her finger in front off his mouth, shushing him. “yes you can baby. you’re taking it right now.” she slid down his cock while whispering in his ear.

“oh, fuck it.” he laughed cockily, rutting his hips into her. making her moan.

she picked up her pace and so did he, even being tied up. “fuck, i’m getting so close baby. s-sorry.” whimpering.

he bit his lip trying to hold back moans so he wouldn’t cum as quick, but it was so overwhelming and he couldn’t do anything about it.

“you better hold back, and if you don’t i’ll just keep going.” she warned.

"fuck, i-i cant! im gonna fuckin cum." chris eyes flutter closed as he cums inside lauren, filling her.

lauren angrily grunted from the feeling, slapping chris again. " what the fuck was that for, ow." he moaned, because he secretly liked it when she slapped him.

but despite him already cumming so much, she kept up her pace. chris groaned at having to still go, but he didnt care, he loved it.

"fuck, please. please stop." chris's beautiful face glistening from the tears. she decided to throw the boy a bone, so she speeded up and grabbed his hair. holding on it to be stable.

chris winced, " oh god, yea, keep pulling on my hair. just like that." he moaned. " shit! c-chris! im gonna cum, a-ah!" " come for me ba-baby!" her moves got even faster for a quick second before 'coming' to a halt. grinding her orgasm out. chris pulled on the ropes, the feeling of her clenching around him was amazing.

as she tried to get up and end the video, chris stopped her. " can you stay just for a moment? please?" he had a look of love on his face, she knew where this was going. knowing her, she had to cut it down before it grew anymore.

she leaned down to his ear so the cameras couldn't pick up what she was saying. " you know we cant do that chris, get up. we have to end this fucking video. im tired."

suddenly the whole situation went back to black and white for him, realizing he couldn't do what he loved doing with a woman. aftercare, and after realizing all this is was kinda shitty, he got up, did the intro. and took a shower at house.

the whole thing ruined his mood, but it was the "industry". so he had to suck it up, its what he signed up for. but he still had a bit of faith for him and lauren.

maybe he still had a chance to do something. instead of putting on this facade like they were just friends with benefits. he absolutely wanted more, and he was determined to get that.

but he was kind of sad about the whole thing, he always did something dumb without realizing it. but this time it would have big consequences. what would his brothers think, his parents, anybody? that hes a whore?

he got of the shower and put on some clothes she laid out for him. "right size?" she asked, standing in the door way with a baggy shirt and no pants on.

" yea its my size.. um lauren?"

" whats up."

he was silent and almost out of words for a second. but he had to spit it out. " Im sorry, i can't have you post that video." all the crew turned around looking at him like he was crazy.

her face changed from listening to angry. " so what was this? you fuck for free?" she rebutted.

" well isn't that the point? other than you posting the video."

they both went silent for a moment.

" you know that's not what i mean lauren. you've probably made tons of mistakes just understand. i can't have that out, i know it's crazy to change my mind right after the video but i can't."

" i had a good time, and i still want to talk to you and maybe be friends with you but i can't have that out." he said, towering over her in the doorway rubbing her hand.

" thats less money for me." she walked away a bit angry.

" is that seriously what you're so fucking mad about? money? cause i have tons, you don't need to be doing this for fucking money, you could do so many other things than this-"

" Chris! fucking leave, i know what you're here for, and no im not talking about sex." she grabbed his and to another bedroom and slammed the door.

" chris, you can't have me. i would love to talk to you. i really would, you're cute, respectful, and not like the usual crowd of people i surround myself with. but i can't do it."

" b-but.... we can. now that i know you, you don't have to work in this type of industry, you're so talented, you could be doing so many other things lauren." he said, caressing his face.

" chris, just go home. we can talk more tomorrow."

" ok." he went to grab his phone and clothes from the other room, but something told him not to leave just yet.

he turned back around and kissed her. didnt say anything and then left.

she was starstruck and only knowing him for 4 days, she was in love. but she couldnt do a single thing about it.

i’m sorry i took so long to drop this. also i feel like this is terrible and rushed but i was busy damn, but i will release the last part (pt.4) hopefully soon ok try to lock in.

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[delilahsturniolo]

࿐ ⸝⸝ ✶ ༉‧₊˚. 𝓚INKTOBER 𝓓AY 𝓕OUR⌇MUTUAL MASTURBATION

𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

⤷ in which . . . a simple, and innocent sleepover with your best friend chris escalates quickly when the topic of sex comes up in your conversation.

bsf!chris, mutual masturbation, (m&f) praise, use of pet names, dirty talk.

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

the night starts out like any other with chris. the two of you have had this unspoken routine for years. he comes over to your place, or you go to his, snacks in hand, some half-baked excuse about a movie or a new youtube video to watch. you end up in his bed, side by side, laughing, talking about nothing important until the hours blur.

tonight is no different, except maybe it feels heavier. the air. the way he’s stretched out shirtless next to you, one hand tucked behind his head, the other scrolling lazily through his phone. you try not to notice how the muscles in his arms flex when he shifts. you try not to notice the way the blanket barely covers his hips.

you shouldn’t notice. because this is chris. your best friend. but you do. you know chris better than anyone, but you also observe way more than you should. it’s wrong, god it’s so fucking wrong. but in your heart? it feels so right.

you and chris always share stuff with each other. even the details that seem TMI, but that doesn’t exist in your friendship. you’ve told him about people you hooked up with, he’s told you about his experiences with other girls. and for some odd reason, it really turns you on.

“you’re quiet,” he mutters, glancing over at you. his voice is rough, soft from how late it’s gotten. you shrug, fiddling with the hem of your sleep shorts. “just tired, i guess.”

his eyes narrow like he doesn’t believe you, but he lets it go. silence settles in again, and you think maybe you’ve dodged whatever it was threatening to slip out of your mouth.

but then he sighs, tossing his phone aside. “i have a question.” you hum, eyes still fixed on the blanket.

“do you…ever think about…like, i don’t know, sex?”

the question is blunt. blunt enough that your head snaps toward him, eyes wide as you hold in a laugh. “what kind of question is that?” you smile. he smirks at your reaction, but his gaze is steady. “you heard me.”

your throat feels dry. “i—yeah? i mean, obviously.” he leans onto his side, propping his head up with his hand. “with anyone specific?” your heart thunders. you shake your head quickly, too quickly. “no. i don’t—no.”

chris tilts his head, studying you. “you’re lying.” you scoff, hugging a pillow against your chest. “am not.”

“you are,” he says simply, like he knows you better than you know yourself. which he probably does. “you’ve got someone in mind.” you swallow hard, heat creeping up your neck. “what about you?” you deflect, desperate to shift the spotlight.

his smirk deepens. “course i think about it. i’m a guy.”

“that’s such a dumb excuse,” you mutter, but your cheeks are burning.

“it’s true, though.” he shrugs, shameless. “sometimes i even—” he pauses for effect, waiting for your reaction, “—jerk off when i’m thinking about it.”

your mouth falls open. “chris!—”

“what?” he says innocently, though his eyes glint with mischief. “don’t even tell me you don’t touch yourself.” you clutch the pillow tighter, wishing the ground would swallow you whole. “i—I mean—sometimes—”

“thought so.” his grin widens, triumphant. then, softer: “what do you think about?” your eyes dart to his, but you can’t hold his gaze. “mmmm…that’s none of your business.”

“so it’s me, then.”

the words hit you like a sucker punch. your head jerks up, mouth opening to deny it, but nothing comes out. his smirk fades at the silence, replaced by something heavier. something that makes your stomach twist. “fuck. it is me.”

“chris—” you start, but he cuts you off, sitting up straighter. “don’t freak out. i’m not mad.” his tone is steady, serious now. “i just…kinda glad, actually. because i’ve thought about you too.”

the world tilts. your chest feels too tight. “you’re—what?”

“i’ve jerked off thinkin’ about you,” he says plainly, no hesitation. “more than once.” your thighs press together without meaning to, heat pooling low in your stomach. he notices. of course he notices.

“wanna know something even more fucked up?” his voice drops, low and husky. you can barely breathe, but you nod.

“i’m hard right now just talking about it.” your eyes flick down despite yourself. and fuck, he’s not lying. the outline of him is obvious beneath the thin blanket, straining against his sweatpants.

your body feels like it’s on fire. “chris…” fuck, your whole head is messed up. you hate how aroused you are. he sits up fully now, leaning closer, his voice calm but firm. “we don’t have to do anything. but if you’re curious…we could try something. nothing too much. just…” he pauses, searching your face, “…together.”

your brain stutters, but you’re eager. “like what?”

“you touch yourself,” he explains softly, “and i’ll touch myself. right here. together. no pressure. we stop if you want to stop.” your pulse hammers in your ears. “i—”

he tilts your chin so you’re forced to meet his gaze. “only if you want to, sweetheart.” the nickname makes your heart ache. you nod slowly. “…okay.”

his eyes darken. “say it.” you swallow. “i want to.” his grin returns, but it’s different now, hungrier. “good girl.” he leans back against the headboard, tugging the blanket down until it pools at his waist. his sweatpants tent noticeably, and he doesn’t hesitate to slip his hand beneath the waistband, adjusting himself.

your breath catches. “c’mon,” he urges, nodding toward you. “shorts off.” you obey without hesitation, sliding your sleep shorts down your legs until you’re left in your underwear and oversized t-shirt. chris’s eyes linger, unashamed, and the weight of his gaze makes your skin prickle.

“god, you’re pretty,” he mutters, almost to himself. your thighs press together.

“spread your legs for me.”

the command makes your cheeks burn, but you do it, knees falling apart slowly. your panties are damp already, the fabric sticking to you. chris groans. “fuck. you’re wet just from this, aren’t you?” you nod, too embarrassed to speak.

“show me,” he says. “hand in your panties.” your breath shudders as you slide your hand down, fingers brushing through your slick folds. the contact makes you whimper, hips jerking slightly. “oh…oh shit..” you gasp.

“perfect,” he praises, eyes locked on you. “rub your clit. nice and slow.” your body obeys before your brain can catch up, your fingers circling the swollen bud. your head tips back, a soft moan slipping out.

chris’s hand moves beneath his waistband, his breathing heavier now. “fuck. that’s it. keep going. let me see you fall apart.” you peek through half-lidded eyes and nearly choke. his hand is wrapped around his cock now, stroking slowly, deliberately, his thumb swiping over the tip.

your hips buck at the sight. “chris—”

“eyes on me,” he grits out. “watch me while you touch yourself.” the room fills with your combined sounds, your breathy moans, his low groans, the wet slick of your fingers, the steady rhythm of his stroking.

“take your panties off,” he orders suddenly. you obey with trembling hands, tossing them aside. now you’re bare in front of him, fingers glistening as you return to your clit. “jesus christ,” he groans, stroking faster. “you’re fucking perfect.”

the praise makes you whimper, your free hand clutching the sheets as your hips grind against your own touch. “two fingers,” he instructs, voice strained. “slide two inside. curl em up.”

you do as he says, gasping when the stretch makes your walls clench. “good girl. fuck yourself. just like that.” your moans grow louder, the pace of his hand matching yours. you’re both lost in it now, eyes locked, bodies trembling.

“chris—” you whimper, teetering on the edge.

“i know, love,” he rasps, pumping harder, precum dripping down his cock. “cum for me. let me see you cum.” the command pushes you over. your back arches, a cry ripping from your throat as pleasure crashes through you, your fingers thrusting desperately as you unravel.

chris groans at the sight, his own orgasm hitting. his hand jerks faster, and then he’s spilling over himself, hot ropes of cum striping his stomach as he moans your name. silence fills the room, broken only by your panting breaths.

chris wipes his hand on the blanket carelessly, then reaches for you, pulling you against his chest. “holy fuck,” he murmurs into your hair. “best sleepover we’ve ever had.”

your cheeks burn, but you can’t help smiling against his skin as he presses a kiss to the top of your head. it seems like you and chris are more than best friends now.

© delilahsturniolo

💌: HELP ME i can’t stop writing bsf tropes but this one isn’t as good as my first kinktober fic i’m sorry i had no ideas for a halloween/spooky plot either :(((

[matthewswifeyy]

First day of kinktober type shit 🙏🥹

[chrisbambi]

“MY FRIEND” PRANK | chris sturniolo .ᐟ

you decide to prank your boyfriend chris, and he doesn’t take it lightly.

warnings: none, fluff.

chris seems annoyed at this point. rightfully so. you’ve been begging him to do a tiktok for such a long time. something cute and sweet. and now you had your phone propped up on some books on the coffee table, you and chris sat together on the couch.

his arms were crossed, smirking at you with a glint of annoyance in his eyes. but he’d do anything for you. so here he was, complying to this video you wanted to make so damn bad. you had three different cookies laid out in front of you, the cover up for the prank you had planned, and the whole point was to “guess the type of cookie” based off taste. at least, that’s what you told chris.

“okay, you ready?” you asked, giggling through your words. “been ready.” he replied, a sigh following soon after his words. you giggle once more before hitting the record button. then you start to introduce the video. normal as could be. “hey guys, so today i’m here with my friend—”

chris immediately cut you off, “nope. try again.” shaking his head at your absurd words. all you could do was laugh at him. and chris couldn’t help but laugh a little as well. he knew what you were doing. he wasn’t stupid.

“sorry, sorry,” you said once you regained your composure. then beginning to speak to the camera again. “as i was saying, we have some cookies here—” “obviously.” chris stated, cutting you short of your words for a second time. you sighed, dropping your head in your hands, “chris! let me talk?” all he did was giggle a little, then waved his hand to let you continue your little speech. “fuck, anyway. my friend and i are going to guess the cookie flavors based off taste alone!”

chris didn’t say a word, a smug grin plastered all over his features. “babe, call me your friend again and i’m beating your ass.” chris stated, giggles clear in his tone.

you couldn’t contain yourself, laughing your ass off as you made direct eye contact with chris, saying your next words with full confidence. “sorry guys, my friend—” and that’s all it took. chris tackled you, pinning you onto the couch and tickling the spots he knew you were most ticklish in. “chris!” you tried to break free but he had you completely underneath him.

the camera kept rolling, only capturing the moments of chris tickling you with no remorse. laughter and giggles filling the room. eventually he calmed down, letting you breathe. and he pressed small kisses to your forehead. “i’m never gonna film a video with you again.” he muttered, face buried deep into your neck. and all you did was giggle, satisfied with your prank.

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The sounds of slurping and sucking bounced off the walls of the enclosed bedroom. The racket of noise coming from your mouth, tightly wrapped around your boyfriend's, matt's, dick. Groans of pleasure spilled from his dazed mouth uncontrollably. The bedroom air thick and full with lust. You swipe your tongue painfully slow over the mushroom tip.

"Fuck baby, just-just like that." His jaw went slack and swiped his hair away from his eyes. Your knees began to ache from feeling of cold wooden floor against them. Matt's hips began to slowly rock against your tight mouth. In result, making you whine around him, the vibrations running through his body.

Sunglasses sat on top of your head, they were falling slowly backwards. Matt noticed and snatched them, and placed it on his own, pushing the stray hairs dangling in front of his eyes backwards. You trailed over matt's stiff body and locked with his glacier eyes.

"Sweetheart, -shit. Don't look at me like that." He crumbled as his breathing quickened. You pulled off and a trail of saliva connected matt's dick to your puffy lips.

"Look like what?" You smirked and batted your eyelashes. Matt's chest heaved at the slight edge you left him on.

"Like, -like-" He started to answer, but was interrupted with your hands reaching under him to fondle with his full balls. "Mfph!" Matt yelped out and threw his head back. A tight grin still plastered across your cheeks. To add to the pleasure, you licked the bulging vein along the side of him, leading back to the tip, where you resumed your work. "Oh my god, y/n!" He sounded borderline pathetic and down bad for your touch. You hummed against him once more before your boyfriend moaned out, "Baby, if you keep doing that, i'm gonna come."

Your cheeks heated and pulled off once more before saying, "Good."

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[immaqulate]

is that smoke or just steam? | c.s

⤑ contains: fluff, domestic husband! chris, trauma flashbacks, 2nd person pov, and more

⤑ in which.. the girls want pancakes, you want to teach them, and Chris wants to not relive the house fire of 2019.

There are four people in the kitchen, only one of them is calm. Spoiler alert, it’s not Chris.

“I’m just saying—that doesn’t look right,” Chris mutters, standing way too close to the stove, waving a rolled-up Bon Appétit magazine like it’s a weapon against airborne danger. “Do you see that? That’s not regular smoke. That’s, like, pre-fire smoke.”

You don’t even look up as you flip a pancake. “It’s steam.” Chris leans closer. “Is it, though?”

“Yes, Christopher. Steam. From the batter.”

Junie, balanced happily on your hip with a plastic whisk she refuses to let go of, nods with wide eyes. “Steeeeeem.”

Chris crosses his arms, magazine still in hand like he’s ready for battle. “Do you know what happened to me in 2019?”

You freeze. Close your eyes, exhaling slowly.

Then you turn to look at him, deadpan. “Yes, Chris. I know what happened. It literally happened to Matt and Nick too. You were in a house fire when you were in high school. I have heard the story. Many, many, many times.”

Chris points at the pan. “You weren’t there.”

“We are making pancakes. Not setting off fireworks.”

Tilly, standing on her unicorn-covered step stool in her glittery apron, is laser-focused as she tries to flip a pancake. It flops halfway. A heroic effort. She looks over her shoulder proudly. “Daddy, did you see?”

Chris squints. “That one hissed at me.”

“It was the butter,” you reply flatly. “Not a demon.” Chris doesn’t look convinced.

Ten minutes later, the kitchen looks like a flour cloud passed through it, syrup is in someone’s hair (you don’t ask), and the smoke detector chirps just once—just enough for Chris to yell, “THAT’S IT, WE’RE DONE!”

Junie bonks him in the knee with her whisk. “No done! I stir!”

Chris looks personally betrayed. “Baby, we are one second away from full combustion.”

You rub your temples. “I’m gonna need you to bring it down from a ten to like… a concerned two.”

Chris sighs. “I love our children. I love our kitchen. I love you. But I do not love the sound of burning.”

Eventually, you all settle at the table.

Tilly’s pancake is lopsided. Junie’s fruit smiley face looks slightly cursed. Chris has syrup on his sweatshirt and toast in his hand that he made himself out of self-preservation.

But they’re happy. Laughing. Sticky fingers. Flour-covered cheeks. You slide into your seat beside Chris, handing him a plate. “This one’s yours. Tilly said it danced the best in the pan.”

Chris eyes it warily. “Is this the one that made the popping noise?”

“She says that’s just it being ‘excited to be breakfast.’”

He blinks and takes a bite. “…It’s actually really good.”

You grin, stealing a grape from his plate. “Told you.” He leans in, presses a kiss to your temple. “I still think the fire alarm chirped for a reason.”

You grin. “I still think you’re dramatic.”

Junie proudly lifts her whisk from her seat and screams, “STEAM!”

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special.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 matt sturniolo x fem!reader

part two to this

content warning: nsfw content. porn with some plot. mentions of virginity. unprotected sex. creampie. oral (f receiving). fingering. light choking. slight dirty talk.

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sensitive is still the word to describe you, a broad term in conjunction with you, as you were someone who felt anything and everything, and felt it hard. tearing up at the drop of a hat most times, but you’ve gotten a better grip on it.

you had to. two days after you and chris hooked up for the first time, familiar, glossy tears filled your eyes when he offhandedly mentioned to nick and matt that he wouldn’t be home later that night - that he was going over to a girls place.

your mind raced, was it the girl from the other night? the same night she was sprawled across his lap but he somehow dismissed her, sent you down to his room and fucked you? he caught onto it immediately, and he didn’t even mean to mention it in front of you and upset you. he just isn't wired to think that way.

he had somewhat roughly grabbed you by your bicep before more than a couple silent tears streamed down your face, yanking you off into the hallway.

“don’t start,” he pleaded exasperatedly, “don’t start fuckin’ cryin’ cause i mentioned a girl that isn’t you. i’m not your boyfriend, don’t owe you anything, yeah?”

you nodded even though it hurt. even though you supposed he was right. he didn’t owe you anything; he never has and he never will. he made that very clear to you almost from the start, and you found yourself partially at blame for even going down to his room in the first place. for not finding your voice and telling him to just leave you alone. 

you knew who he was, and you didn’t expect the experience of losing your virginity to him to be any different. had you hoped he’d find a little sliver of his heart somewhere after the experience and he’d at least be mindful around you? yeah, of course you did. 

but it’s chris you’re talking about. you’re lucky he had the decency to pull you aside and deal with your tears rather than blurt them out in front of nick and matt. you suck back your tears to the best of your ability, wiping your cheeks as chris nods, like he’s just calmed a child who fell and scraped their knee. you return to the living room with matt and nick, while chris goes to his room to presumably get ready for this girls house that he’s going to. 

that was the thing you guess you had on chris, that nick and matt had no idea you hooked up. you’d never find it in yourself to use it as blackmail, to hold it over his head. you knew the exact response you’d get from him. a challenge. he’d tell you to go ahead and tell them, to watch what it would do to your friendship. he didn’t care what they thought - he’d drag you down with him. 

you don’t know what you’d do if they found out. realistically, a gentle scolding from them both. like when your parent used to tell you ‘i’m not mad, i’m just disappointed’. they both know how chris typically treats you, a victim to his relentless critique and complaints. they told him to lay off countless times, in front of you and in private, but it would only last an hour or two before you had another outburst of emotion and chris just couldn’t hold his tongue.

but your head was telling you they’d be mad, furious even. that they’d never want to see you around again for crossing a line that was never even made. they wouldn’t suspect it, you were so affected by chris that he’s the last person you’d ever end up in bed with. they’d actually just feel sorry for you.

and while nick was so blissfully unaware, still riding the high from the other night when chris told them he sent you down to his room because you weren’t feeling good, matt was feeling sorry for you. so fucking sorry for you.

unbeknownst to you, not long after chris disappeared after you to his room, matt called it a night. quietly and politely excusing himself from the few people that remained at their house, going to his room to clear his head.

he knew you, and he knew chris. matt would’ve been the first person you’d tell if you actually weren’t feeling good, and chris just wouldn’t have offered up his bed to a girl feeling unwell. and chris wouldn’t sit there for the rest of the night practically buzzing in his seat with you down there, if you just weren’t feeling good.

he tried to convince himself out of it,, eyes locked on his ceiling as he thought maybe chris just turned a new leaf. that he finally found it in himself to put aside his disdain for your sensitivity and was going to take this as an opportunity to make it up to you. the soft glow of his bedside lamp was a comforting presence to his racing thoughts, and it almost aided the idea that chris finally found it in himself to be kind. he almost had himself convinced.

until he heard it. faint and short, but undeniable. chris’s headboard hitting the wall underneath of matt’s room. ‘it was just once’, he thinks. maybe chris just sat on the bed with too much weight. but then it happened again, and again. unforgiving and evident. 

matt didn’t have to guess what was going on. he didn’t have to guess that you were downstairs, giving yourself over to chris. and he knew. knew that it would be nothing like you wanted, nothing like the perfect experience you deserved, someone making it sweet and special for you.

he could tell too, after sleep never found him that night. when you came up the stairs at an early hour of the morning, your sniffles and hiccups sounded once, then twice off the walls before the front door opened quietly and shut.

and if all these things weren’t evidence enough for matt, he noticed the way your eyes welled with tears and the way your lip drew into a pout before chris ripped you off out of sight at the mention of the other girl. he always felt your emotions right when you did, and he knew how to calm you down. he knows chris is shushing you harshly, telling you not to cry and that this is just what he does.

when you came back to the living room and he could hear chris’s footsteps fading down into his room, he pat the spot on the couch next to him as a beckon. he could see the way your cheeks were just slightly blotchy, could be mistaken for a the temperature but he knew it was from you wiping your tears away. 

when you plopped down on the couch next to him, he tuned his ears to your breathing, the way your breath would stutter sometimes in your chest. residual sobs held back by chris’s demand. he sat back against the cushions, knee bumping yours as he manspread for comfort.

you found comfort in matt, everybody knew it. this was your time, like most other times, to seek that comfort. you followed him back against the cushions, tucking your legs under yourself and leaned your cheek onto his shoulder. he hums softly, pulling a blanket down off the back cushions of the couch and drapes it over both of your laps.

nick watches, and gives both you and matt a sympathetic smile. still oblivious to the chris situation, but knew something was bothering you nonetheless. he seems hesitant, fumbling with his phone in his hand as his eyes move between a text and you and matt curled up on the couch.

“i - uh,” he clears his throat, rubbing at the back of his neck with his hand almost sheepishly, “i guess it’s the night for hookups…” he trails off, a new blush coating his cheeks as he looks down at a new text on his phone.

“you guys gonna be okay here if i go out too?” he asks, offering himself to stay but the way he’s practically vibrating you can tell he’s waiting to be dismissed.

your head lifts from matt’s shoulder, a soft smile pulling at your lips “is he hot?” you ask, quirking a brow. nick nods fervently.

“so fucking hot, i almost want to give you my phone so you can make sure these texts are real,” he rambles, eyes widening as you look at him expectantly. “i’m not actually giving you my phone, these texts will actually-” he cuts himself off, his incessant rambling already giving too much away.

you laugh, and matt waves him off. “go ahead, we’re all good here.” he says simply. 

nick practically launches up off the couch, bouncing off to his room. matt lets out a breathy laugh as your head comes back to rest on his shoulder. eventually, the front door opens and shuts, chris leaving before it opens and shuts again, nick leaving not long after him.

matt can feel you adjust and readjust next to him, trying to find a comfortable position curled up next to him on the couch. the movie that was playing in the background ends after your third or fourth readjustment, and he looks down at you with soft eyes.

“you wanna go lay in my room? we can start another movie, n’ it’s more comfy than the couch.” he suggests. you nod wordlessly, tugging the blanket off of both of you before draping it back over the couch. you both go to his room, and he tosses you the tv remote as you lay down, turning away from you to grab pyjamas. 

“you pick somethin’” he says, “i’m just gonna go get changed.” and he slips out of his room. you find some stupid romcom, one that you think he’ll like and he’s already back in his room, slipping onto the bed next to you. 

some minutes pass, and he pipes up with a tone that is probing, but gentle. “you’re quiet today,” he says, “i mean, quieter than usual.”

you shrug lightly, already feeling heat rise to your cheeks. “just not feeling the best, i guess.” you dismiss quietly. just not feeling the best. he’s heard that one before. 

“you coming down with something?” he asks, feigning curiosity and concern. “you didn’t feel good the other night when you went down to chris’s room either.”

you weren’t a liar, a good one anyways. and he knew it. his eyes are on you, determined and heavy. when you will your gaze to meet his, you know you don’t have to say anything. you know he knows. when you’re ready for the outburst, the rage or whatever’s waiting, a question;

“why did you do it?” he asks, and it isn’t scolding or patronizing. he’s genuinely curious, seeking your reasoning, and he looks almost hurt. 

you shift, eyes flicking away from his as your throat tightens. “i don’t know.” you admit quietly. the look on his face gives away that he’s not satisfied with this answer, so you continue before he can push.

“he just told me to go down to his room, and i thought-” your voice cracks, the familiar sting of tears coating your waterline, “and i just thought this special scenario i made up in my head was never going to find me, so i just thought to get it over with.”

he sighs. low and deep from his chest. when the first tear slips from your eyes, his thumb is there to catch it. but where his hand usually would’ve retreated from your face, it lingers. his eyes drift over your face, like he’s dealing with art. like you’re a painting he admires but doesn’t fully understand.

“you deserved something special,” he says delicately, his thumb brushing your cheek. “don’t let him think that you didn’t deserve to be cared for, that you were stupid for wanting more.”

you hiccup, nodding in response. his hand cups your cheek when another tear slips, and he leans forward to press a featherlight kiss where the tear just trailed down your cheek. but it’s you who shocks yourself, and matt, when you tilt your head up and press a gentle kiss to his lips.

you pull back, eyes wide and ready to apologize, but he’s already crashing his mouth against yours again, hot and insistent. his hand slips to your jaw, angling your head back to run his tongue along the seam of your lips. you gasp at the sensation, lips parting and he greedily slips his tongue past your mouth. he groans when your tongue meets his, swirling the wet muscles around each other's mouths. 

he moves to hover over you, between your legs as his mouth travels down along your jawline, then the column of your throat. he alternates between pecks and open-mouthed kisses, and when you whine softly you feel him smile against your skin. “yeah,” he breathes against your skin, “let me make you feel special.”

his hands slip to bunch your hoodie up your stomach, hands running along your sides and ribs before he grabs the fabric, pulling back to look up at you. “can i take this off?” he asks, and its slipped over your head and discarded to the floor immediately after you nod. 

his mouth is immediately all over your chest, licking and nipping at your collarbones and the valley of your tits. his arms slip around your back and you arch up into his touch, allowing him to undo the clasp of your bra. he pulls the dainty fabric off, jaw slightly slack as he pants softly, looking down at you. 

“so fucking pretty,” he breathes, before his lips are latched around one of your nipples, tongue swirling the sensitive bud. you’re already gasping and panting for breath, shaky hands coming to lace through his hair when his hand comes to your tit that isn’t in his mouth. he gropes the soft flesh, rolling your nipple between his thumb and forefinger. his mouth leaves your nipple with a soft ‘pop’ before he alternates, taking your other tit into his mouth.

once he’s had his fix, his lips trail hungrily down your stomach, stopping at the waistband of your sweats. he looks up at you through his lashes, mouth hovering just below your bellybutton. S silent question. your preconceived notion about head being too intimate is out the door when your hands are already at the drawstring of your pants, and he chuckles softly.

“ah-ah,” he tuts softly, gently grabbing your hands and pushing them away from where they worked at your drawstring. “let me do this right, okay? i’m not going anywhere.” he’s still questioning you with his gaze, but when you swallow thickly and nod, he smiles.

“good girl,” he hums lowly, his hands now moving to deftly undo the knot at the front of your sweatpants. he swiftly tugs both your sweatpants and panties down your legs, and he coos softly when the cool air hits your slick folds, causing you to press your legs together with a whimper. 

“please,” you whisper, and he’s already parting your thighs when your sweet plea hits his ears. he wasn’t gonna tease you, but fuck, if that little glimpse of a beg didn’t make him want to. he presses a few sloppy kisses to the inside of your thighs, just to satisfy the desire before licking a flat stripe up your slit. 

he groans in time with your gasp, hands coming to hoist your legs over his shoulders and hold them there as your hips buck against his mouth, your hands finding his hair again when his lips latch around your clit. 

he sucks softly before swirling his tongue around your aching bud, revelling in the sounds of your already broken whines and mewls. one hand leaves your thigh to tease at your entrance, moaning against your clit as you clench around nothing. he slips two fingers, middle and ring, into your pussy, curling them against your gummy walls. 

you’re desperate already, hips rutting against his mouth as his fingers pump at a steady pace into you, tongue flicking relentlessly over your clit. he pulls away, only to catch his breath and mutter “sweetest pussy ever,” before diving back in, the sound of his mouth slurping against you filling the room. 

he looks up at you, and his cock throbs in his pants at the sight. your head thrown back slightly, brown drawn together and lips parted in a soft ‘o’ shape. he crooks his fingers at a certain angle, causing you to whine, high pitched and needy. 

your feet slip against the planes of his back, starting to try to kick him away “i’m gonna-,” you hiccup “you’re gonna make me cum.” 

he hums against you, the vibrations making the knot in your tummy threaten to snap. he doesn’t pull back to say anything, the hum confirms enough. he wasn’t going to stop for a second after that admission. 

you cum, hard. shaking and twitching as he licks you through your aftershocks, pulling away to place a quick kiss to your clit when you’re squirming with the effort to get away from his mouth. his lips and chin are glistening, shining in the soft glow of his lamp before he’s back to your mouth. 

he kisses you deeply, letting you taste yourself on his tongue. “need you,” he murmurs against your lips, “need to fuck you how you’re meant to be fucked.” 

he’s almost growling, the thought of chris reentering his mind. how he didn’t give you what you needed. but the thought fizzles as quickly as it forms when your hands are slipping past the waistband of his pyjama pants, and his hips stutter when your hand cups his cock through his boxers. 

“fuck,” he gasps, head dropping to the crook of your neck. he lets you get a few rubs and squeezes in before he sits back on his knees, tugging his shirt quickly over his head before undoing the drawstring of his pants and shoving them down his thighs along with his boxers. 

his cock springs against his stomach, heavy and needing. he shuffles forward on his knees, hands hooking under your knees to spread your legs apart. his gathers spit at the front of his mouth before letting it fall from his lips, right onto your puffy folds. he glides his cock through the messy wetness, watching intently as his length slides against you. 

you twitch every time the head of his cock bumps your clit, one of his hands coming to grip his base to align his tip with your entrance. he looks up at you, features softening further. 

“you okay?” he asks, genuine concern on his face despite the fact he already looks fucked out. 

“yes,” you whisper, and it’s swallowed up when his hand comes to brace by your head, pushing into you when his lips press against yours. 

he moans against your mouth when he buries himself to the hilt, the kiss turning into a mess of teeth and tongues as he sets a steady pace. you struggle to kiss him back as he fills you, arms slipping around his shoulders to ground yourself. 

he pulls your bottom lip between his teeth, tugging it as he pulls away to bury his face in the crook of your neck. his breath is hot against your skin, and he whines as you clench around him, pulling him in.

“shit-,” he gasps against your neck, hand coming to grip your hips to pull you down to meet his thrusts “keep doin’ that.” 

you comply, and you’re both a mess of whimpers and moans that fill the hot, stuffy air between you. a grainy, broken whimper falls from your lips when he pulls out, and you squeal when he flips you over onto your stomach. 

he slips back into you immediately, hands bracing on either side of your head as his hips start to plap against your ass. he presses wet kisses between your shoulder blades and around to your neck, his large hand coming to gently encase your throat. you push yourself up on your hands, head arched back to look at him through hooded eyes. 

he watches his cock disappear into your pussy for a moment, before looking at you. “this pussy was made to be treated special,” he whispers. his jaw is slack, leaning forward to press a sloppy kiss against your open mouth. 

you mewl into his mouth, suckling on his tongue as he pounds into you from behind. “fuck,” he practically hisses “m’close. where do you want me to-,” and you cut him off, breathlessly through gasps. 

“inside,” you hiccup, “please cum inside me.” 

he almost does. as soon as you say that. he groans, hand slipping under your body to rub firm circles against your clit. you push your hips back against his, meeting his thrusts. 

the knot in your tummy builds, the strain in your neck growing painful as you keep your head craned back to look at him. but it’s all worth it when he spills into you, hot spurts filling you up. 

his face is euphoric, brows drawn together, slightly chapped lips parted as his hips stutter, whining softly before his teeth clamp down on his bottom lip. 

he continues his firm circles against your clit, his thrusts growing sloppy but he’d make you cum if it was the last thing he did. the band in your tummy snaps, warmth flooding your body as you’re sure your eyes rolled back into your head. 

he slows to a stop, still buried inside of you with his hips flush against your ass. your arms give out underneath of you, your heavy head falling against the pillows. 

he runs soothing hands up your sides, pressing gentle backs along your shoulders and back. he pulls out with a quiet hiss, and your head turns slightly to watch him disappear into the bathroom. 

he returns with a damp cloth, and when you try to move he stops you with a firm, warm hand. “don’t. don’t gotta do nothin’” he coos, gently parting your legs to clean you up. 

the cloth is soothing against your skin, but you wince and twitch when he brushes where you’re still sensitive. he apologizes and shushes you every time. 

he discards the cloth after cleaning himself off, slipping back into the bed next to you. you don’t have to say much as he pulls you into his chest, placing a tender kiss to your forehead before tucking your head under his chin. 

“you shoulda never been made to feel like you deserve anything less than special.” he whispers, his hand running gently through your messy hair. “i’m here, not going anywhere. always gonna make you feel special.”

and that’s all you feel. special.

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authors note: hi!!! i had to reupload this because it was just not coming up on my tumblr or the link in my masterlist no matter what i tried - so if you've seen this before i have already posted it!! i changed a thing or two but nothing significant. also if my tag list doesn't work you will hear me scream.

©cinnamonsturns

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[pepsipoet]

✎ PAY ATTENTION

SUMMARY → You’re asked to help Nerd!Chris with classwork. At first, you’re confused, but then you realize why he’s been having troubles paying attention in class…and you offer some much-needed help…

WARNINGS → Mature themes within this series. Smut, aspects of submission & dominance, and more. Read at your own risk.

[ PARTS . . . ONE TWO THREE FOUR ]

Made for @bigbootylatinasposts

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Again, the hallway runs quieter as footsteps tread further. Thank god.

You and Chris stay pressed to each other, frozen like suspects. A drawer slams, a muttered argument about spoons, then footsteps recede again. The apartment goes quiet.

Chris doesn’t breathe until the silence stretches. His grip on your wrist loosens, but he doesn’t let go. He’s flushed, hair wild, lips bitten red, and his chest heaves like he’s still catching up from what just happened.

“Another close call,” you whisper.

He huffs out a laugh, shaky and hoarse. “You—you can’t just say it like that after—” His voice cracks and he looks away, rubbing the back of his neck. “That was insane.”

You smile. “Good insane?”

He looks back at you, pupils blown wide. “Best insane.”

There’s a beat of silence where neither of you moves. Then Chris says, too fast, “I want to take you out.”

It takes you a second. “Out?”

“Like—a date.” His hands gesture helplessly, hoodie sleeves falling over his knuckles. “Dinner. Movies. Anywhere you want. Just—out. With me.”

Your chest warms. He’s still flushed from the kitchen counter, from your mouth, from the risk of being caught, but the way he looks at you now is earnest. Serious.

You tilt your head. “That’s bold, for someone who couldn’t make eye contact with me in class last week.”

His lips twitch into a nervous smile. “Guess I’m learning fast.”

You can’t say no. Not when he’s looking at you like that.

“Alright, Chris,” you say softly. “Take me out.”

—

The date is sweet in the way only he could make it. He picks a cozy diner with vinyl booths and milkshakes too big for one person. He fidgets with his straw, tells you about his favorite childhood books, and listens like you’re reciting scripture when you talk.

When he walks you home, his hand brushes yours three times before he finally gathers the courage to lace your fingers together. He blushes furiously when you squeeze back.

By the time you’re in his room, the quiet is different. Not dangerous. Anticipating.

He sits on the edge of his bed, looking up at you like you’re sunlight. His hands twitch in his lap. “Can I—um—try something tonight?”

You know what he means.

“You can try anything,” you murmur.

His breath hitches. He nods, serious, then gently tugs you closer.

You climb onto the bed and his hands are tentative on your waist, like he’s mapping out a country he’s memorized but never walked. His kiss is softer than before, not frantic but reverent, a promise folded into each press of his lips.

When he eases you onto your back, his eyes search yours like he’s asking permission with every motion. You nod, smile, let your fingers tangle in his hair.

He kisses down your throat, shaky at first, then steadier as your sighs guide him. When he reaches the hem of your shirt, he pauses. “Okay?”

“Yes,” you whisper.

The shirt’s gone in a blur. His lips scatter over your chest, down your stomach, every touch nervous and deliberate. By the time he settles between your bare thighs, you’re trembling with want.

Chris looks up at you, blue eyes wide, mouth parted. “I’ve never—”

“I know,” you say gently. “I’ll help you.”

He nods, almost solemn, then lowers his head. The first kiss against your inner thigh makes your hips twitch. He glances up at your reaction, emboldened, then presses his mouth to you against your heat properly.

It’s messy at first—tentative licks, too careful kisses—but the heat of it, the sheer want in him, makes your head fall back against the pillows.

You guide him with your fingers in his hair. “Slower. Right there. Yes.”

He groans against you, the sound vibrating, and suddenly he’s more confident, sucking gently on your clit, tongue pressing where you need it most. The clumsy rhythm evens out, turns deliberate, until your thighs are trembling around his shoulders.

“Oh my god, Chris—”

He pulls back just long enough to glance up at you, lips slick, cheeks flushed. “Good?”

“Better than good,” you gasp.

The praise makes him groan again, and he dives back in with renewed focus. It doesn’t take long before you’re arching against him, moaning his name as heat crashes through you, bright and overwhelming.

You come undone on his mouth, fingers tight in his hair, and he doesn’t stop until you push weakly at his shoulder. The pulse between your legs is echoing throughout your body. You feel the air brush against your sobbing pussy, a mixture of saliva and slick dripping with gravity.

He pulls back, dazed, lips slick, eyes blown wide. He wipes the back of his hand across his mouth, then freezes like he realizes what he just did.

“Did I—was that—” His words tumble out, frantic.

You’re still catching your breath, chest rising and falling hard. “Chris,” you manage, voice wrecked. “That was—” You swallow, laugh breathlessly. “That was incredible.”

His shoulders drop with visible relief, his mouth curving into the smallest, proudest smile. He runs a hand through his hair, leaving it even messier than before. “I thought I was going to mess it up. I kept trying to remember what you said and—and then you made that sound—” His face flames red. “And I just…kept going.”

You tug him up and kiss him, hard, not caring that you can taste yourself on his lips. He melts against you instantly, arms caging you in, body buzzing with the rush of what he just did.

When you finally pull back, your forehead rests against his. “You did more than okay,” you whisper.

His eyes soften, pupils still huge. “I want to be good for you,” he admits, the words quiet but raw.

Something shifts in your chest at that. It’s not just lust. It’s not just adrenaline. It’s him, and the way he looks at you like you’re not just a person but a discovery.

The air between you hums with it. You could say something—something real, something big—but before you can, his phone buzzes on the nightstand.

Chris groans, dropping his head to your shoulder. “It’s probably Nick.”

You nudge him. “Check.”

He does, fumbling for the phone, and you see the message over his shoulder.

Nick: family dinner tomorrow night. Be there. No excuses.

Chris sighs, locks his screen, tosses the phone aside. “He’s going to kill me if I don’t show up.”

“Then go,” you say softly.

He shakes his head, stubborn. “Not yet.” His eyes catch yours, fierce in a way that makes your stomach flip. “I don’t want this to end here. We have our test tomorrow and I just wanna have this moment…with you. I-I don’t want this to end here.”

Your heart stumbles. “Then don’t let it.”

The silence stretches, heavy with unspoken things. Then Chris leans in again, kissing you slow, deliberate, like he’s promising something he hasn’t found words for yet.

And just when you’re ready to give in to that kiss—to let it tip you both over again—

The front door slams.

Nick’s voice booms through the apartment: “Chris! You home?”

Chris jerks back, wide-eyed, panic sparking in his chest. He scrambles upright, hair a mess, lips red, you still sprawled on his bed.

Your heart hammers. His eyes dart to the door, then to you.

“We’re so dead,” he whispers.

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[cinnamonsturns]

where chris multitasks while watching a movie...

warnings: nsfw content. porn with no plot. fingering. slight dirty talk.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 chris sturniolo x fem!reader

chris wanted to watch a movie. you wanted him. he proposed a compromise, which is you sitting between his spread legs, back against his chest, movie playing seamlessly on the tv in front of you both all with his hand stuffed into the front of your panties. 

if you didn’t know chris so well, you’d think he wasn’t paying attention to the movie, the way his fingers move perfectly in and out of your pussy, rubbing your clit right when you need it. but you do know him, and you know his eyes are glued to the screen. 

your whines and mewls are barley stifled with your bottom lip between your teeth, your fingers gripping his thighs. he doesn’t even have to hold you open, your legs staying parted because you wanted this so badly. 

wet squelching fills the room as his fingers curl inside of you,  your hips bucking against his hand with a soft whine. he tuts from behind you, and you can feel him shake his head. 

“jesus,” he drawls, fingers curling even deeper inside of you “gonna have to turn the volume up, can barley hear the movie over this greedy pussy.” 

your cheeks burn, squeezing your legs shut to try and stifle the noise. his fingers don’t let up, and his free hand that splayed against your stomach to hold you back against his chest grips your thigh, tugging it effortlessly back open. 

your head tips back against his shoulder when the heel of his palm grinds against your clit, and you can feel his breath puffing hotly against your neck before he places a few chaste kisses along the column of your throat. 

you can feel his cock hardening against your back, and you give a desperate whine in hopes for more, but his eyes stay mostly locked on the screen. his fingers are methodical and almost slow, but they’re building a perfect knot in your tummy. 

“chris,” you hiccup out, squirming slightly in front of him, “gonna make me cum.”

he gives a low hum, acknowledging your half warning, half plea. you shift a bit back against his chest, head craning back against his shoulder with a pout. you want his attention, but he’s caught up in this dumbass movie. 

he feels your relentless wiggling, head tilting to look at you. when he sees the desperation all over your face, a shameless smirk curls at the corner of his mouth. 

“yeah?” he coos softly, “want me to kiss you while you cum on my fingers?” 

you nod desperately, and his head dips down to close the gap. he kisses you deeply but messily, filthy to match the obscene sounds his hand is making between your legs but deeply to ground you. 

he swallows your gasps and hiccups as you cum, working his fingers into your pussy until your thighs clamp so hard around his hand he can’t move it any longer. he pulls your bottom lip between it teeth, tugging it as he pulls away. 

he takes in your expression, floaty and sweet as you slump even further back into his chest. but a loud clash on the tv draws his attention back, and he pulls his hand from your panties, bringing it up to your lips for you to lick clean.  

you whine around his fingers, and his free hand slips between his front and your back, and you can feel him adjust his cock that’s confined by his sweatpants. your stomach bubbles with anticipation, that you’ve finally gotten his full attention. 

but when he pulls his fingers from your lips with a wet ‘pop’, he reaches to his nightstand to grab the tv remote, rewinding the last couple minutes of the movie he had just missed. you sit up to give him an incredulous look, that he seriously is going back to watching the movie. 

he doesn’t look at you, but you can see him desperately trying to suppress a laugh as he pretends to ignore you.

caroline speaks: girl if you don't let him finish that movie

©cinnamonsturns

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[pepsipoet]

NSFW .ᐟ LINKS

[ LINK ] You can’t stop squirming. He’s so good with his hands and his mouth.

- → “Fuck, stay still. I’m gonna make you cum, baby, you just—just stay still.”

[ LINK ] Hard, deep strokes.

- → “Take it, take it, take it.”

[ LINK ] Filled so full, but he won’t give you his cock.

- → “God, look at that. Greedy pussy, hm?”

[ LINK ] Makes you ride his huge dick.

- → “Doing—doin’ so good, riding me so fuckin’ good. Mhmm, fuckkk, just like that.”

[ LINK ] Two man…if you can…

- → “Fuckin’ slut. Both of us, hm? One wasn’t enough, was it?”

[ LINK ] How he fucks you after being a brat.

- → “Uh-uh, get back—fuck, just take it. You don’t get to complain after the shit you pulled today.”

[ LINK ] He jerks off while you ride his face.

- → “Oh fuckkkkkkk.”

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Paige’s Notes . . . Slut is my favorite past time activity lol. Any interaction is appreciated and I hope you enjoyed 😗✌️

[sagesturns]

ᯓ✎ ay no puedo . . . m.s

contents: smut. pnv. fingering. oral (f! receiving). overstimulation, dacryphilia. dom!matt. slight aftercare

SUBMARINE . . . writing marathon fic ⌗10

he’s looking at you like you’ve already come undone.

“lay back.” his voice is quiet, but there’s nothing uncertain about it. not tonight. there’s no teasing smirk, no sarcasm lacing his tone — just command. you do as you’re told, every nerve flickering with anticipation, thighs already slick from the weight of his stare alone.

he pushes your knees apart with ease, knuckles brushing the inside of your thighs like he’s warming up his canvas. "keep them open," he murmurs, crawling between. “don’t make me say it twice.”

you breathe his name, barely audible — not begging, not yet. but close.

his mouth is on you in the next breath.

warm, wet, relentless.

his tongue drags through your folds like he’s memorizing you. nose pressed to your clit, beard rough against soft skin, he groans like he’s starving — and you’re the only thing that’ll satisfy him. every time you squirm, he grips your thighs tighter. "stay still," he mutters into your pussy, words vibrating straight through your core.

your fingers find his curls, tugging, nails scratching lightly at his scalp — and he moans for it. his rhythm is maddening, the kind that doesn’t let up. he doesn’t rush. he doesn’t need to. he’s already got you trembling.

“fuck—matt, i can’t—” you gasp.

his mouth doesn’t leave you. but his voice — thick, hot — hums against you.

“yes, you can. you're my girl, you always can.”

your back arches as two fingers slip inside, slow but deliberate. he curls them perfectly, like he’s searching for the thing that’ll break you. when he finds it, you cry out, hips jolting — and he smiles into you.

you’re crying now — not sobbing, not overwhelmed with sadness — just wrecked. tears bead at the corners of your eyes and roll back into your hairline as your thighs shake around his shoulders.

he notices. of course he does.

matt lifts his face just long enough to say, “you crying already?” his lips are slick with you, eyes blown wide with hunger. he kisses your thigh slowly, then slides up your body, kissing a trail up your stomach, over your ribs, your chest — until he’s above you, caging you in.

forehead pressed to yours.

he doesn’t say a word for a long second, just stares at you — his breathing ragged, skin dewy with sweat. your fingers trace his jaw, his throat. your body burns underneath him.

"always my pretty baby, always." he says lowly. like a confession. or a promise.

and then he slides his cock in.

thick. heavy. bare. you both gasp — him from how wet you are, you from the stretch. he goes slow, but it doesn’t feel gentle. it feels intentional. every inch of him, fed to you in slow motion, your cunt clenching around him like you never want to let him go.

he stills, fully inside, and rests his forehead against yours again. the sweat on his skin clings to yours. his nose brushes yours. “look at me.”

you do.

then he fucks you.

deep, deliberate thrusts that send sparks across your spine, your legs wrapped tight around his waist, the rhythm matching his steady pace. he doesn’t speak now — only moans, low and breathless, every sound dragged from somewhere deep in his chest.

you scratch down his back. he groans into your mouth.

you clench around him. he curses into your neck.

you say his name, once, brokenly — and he fucks you harder.

over and over and over.

his pace slows, but his fingers don’t stop—still pressing, circling, teasing that one spot that sets your nerves on fire. his mouth moves to your ear, breath hot and ragged as he murmurs, “i’m not letting you cum yet — just gonna have to be patient, kay sweetheart?”

you whimper, body trembling beneath him, hips twitching uncontrollably around his cock and fingers. he smiles against your skin, voice low and dangerous. “you’re so sensitive, so fucking close, but not just yet.”

his fingers flick faster, circling your clit relentlessly while his cock sinks deeper, each thrust pushing you over and over the edge without letting you fall.

your breaths come in sharp gasps, hands clutching at the sheets, body buzzing, nerves alight and raw. you’re trapped in that delicious torture—overstimulated, desperate, and utterly his.

“look at me,” he demands, voice thick as he leans down, forehead against yours. “tell me you can take it.”

you barely manage to nod, lips trembling, as your body screams for release—held just out of reach, stretched tight between pleasure and madness.

until you’re biting your own hand to muffle the sounds, until your body’s trembling again, until you can’t hold back anymore.

“i’m gonna cum—” you gasp, clawing at his shoulder.

he doesn’t stop. just fucks you through it. “come on, baby. cum on me.”

and you do — hard. crying out, walls pulsing around his cock, body tightening like a rubber band stretched too far. and then he follows, pulling out just in time, pumping himself and groaning through clenched teeth as he spills hot across your stomach.

it takes a moment to breathe again.

matt leans over, kisses your cheek, your lips, your jaw. “you okay?”

you nod, throat dry.

he grabs a towel and wipes you clean — gentle, wordless. then he crawls back beside you, shirtless and beautiful.

your body’s still buzzing. your heartbeat lives in your throat.

he curls an arm under your head, pressing your body into his. skin to skin, sweat drying between you. and in the silence, you whisper, “that was…”

“i know,” he murmurs, lips brushing your hairline. “i felt it too.”

and you lie there — wrecked and whole — with his arm around you.

⋆˙⟡ sage's note: yippie yappa yoopie im exhausted from school already so sorry if this is so trash ... stay tuned for 4 more!

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[delilahsturniolo]

⊹ ࣪ ˖ ♡⸝⸝ pushing back matt’s hair while he eats you out <3

oral, (fem!recieving) fingering, dirty talk, hair pulling, nipple play, kissing, praise.

you don’t know how you ended up on your back, thighs spread wide across his mattress, but matt looks like he’s exactly where he’s meant to be, down between your legs, shoulders pressed into your thighs, holding you open like you’re his favorite meal. his eyes flick up once, catching yours, and then his mouth is on you.

the first drag of his tongue makes you jolt, a broken sound slipping out before you can stop it. matt groans against you, low and deep, like the taste alone gets him high. “fuck…” you whisper, one hand flying to his hair. he buries himself deeper, beard scratching rough against the soft skin of your thighs. the sting only makes it hotter, grounding you in the mess of sensation, the rasp of his jaw, the wet slide of his tongue, the heat curling in your belly.

he licks a long stripe from your entrance to your clit, circling it slow, teasing, before closing his lips around it and sucking hard. “matt—” your voice cracks, hips jerking, but his hands clamp down on your thighs, pinning you to the bed. “stay still,” he mumbles against you, voice muffled but firm. “let me eat my girl the way i want.” your chest heaves, fingers threading through his hair, tugging just to ground yourself. he groans at the pull, the sound vibrating straight through your clit, making you whimper.

he’s relentless, tongue flicking quick against you, then flattening to lap broad strokes. every shift in his rhythm has you gasping, thighs trembling. the scratch of his beard gets harsher as he drags his face side to side, chin rubbing against your folds while his tongue pushes inside you.

your head tips back, a cry ripping out. “oh my god—” he pulls back just long enough to grin up at you, mouth glistening, chin soaked. “taste so fucking good,” he rasps, voice wrecked. “could eat this pretty pussy all night...” you whine, tugging at his hair, trying to pull him back down. he chuckles, dark and amused, then dives in again, sucking your clit so hard your vision blurs. his fingers finally slide in, two, thick and sure, curling just right against that spot that makes you fall apart.

“matt—please—don’t stop, don’t—”

“not fuckin’ planning on it,” he growls, mouth never leaving you. your thighs clamp around his head, the scrape of his beard burning deliciously now, and he groans at the sensation. his free hand slides up your body, under your shirt, palming your breast, rolling your nipple between his fingers as his tongue and fingers work in tandem.

the coil in your belly tightens, unbearable, until you’re tugging his hair hard, practically sobbing. “matt, i’m gonna—fuck, i’m gonna cum—” he moans into you, fucking his fingers harder, tongue flicking mercilessly. the orgasm hits sharp and sudden, your back arching off the bed, thighs shaking around his head. you cry out, nails digging into his scalp, holding him there while you gush against his mouth.

he doesn’t stop. not when you’re gasping, not when your body’s twitching too hard. he licks you through it, sucking greedily until you’re whining. finally, he pulls back, chin and beard soaked, lips swollen. he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, then smirks up at you.

“messy girl,” he teases, voice rough. “made me work for that one.” you’re still trembling, eyes hazy, but you tug at him weakly. “come here…” he crawls up your body, mouth meeting yours in a sloppy, hungry kiss. you taste yourself on his tongue, salty-sweet, and it only makes you moan into him more. matt grinds down against you, hard through his sweats, and you feel his beard scrape against your jaw this time as he kisses you deeper, hand sliding back between your legs like he’s already hungry for more.

© delilahsturniolo

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[delilahsturniolo]

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[strnilolover]

──── ⸝⸝ ꒰ ACROSS THEIR LAP ꒱ ⋮ matt & chris sturniolo ⋆.˚

ⓘ SMUT. FINGERING. PRAISING. SWEET/DIRTY TALK. and more.

your body was draped across matt and chris’ laps—your chest pressed to matt’s legs while your own laid across chris. your skirt had been flipped up and panties shoved to the side as chris’ fingers drove into your soaked cunt.

the wet squelches filled the space around you, your own moans and whines slipping from your lips. unable to keep yourself quiet.

you tried to bury your face against matt’s stomach, hands grabbing at his sweater as you tried to muffle your sounds.

matt didn’t let you hide for long though, his hand running along your back—threading his fingers up into your hair and giving it a pull.

you whined at the small sting, lifting your head like he wanted, tipping back to look up at him. his other hand came to your face, gripping your jaw lightly. “eyes on me baby.” he whispered, letting his thumb stroking over your cheek before pressing against your bottom lip, dragging it down.

your mouth fell open around a shaky cry as chris’ fingers curled deeper inside you, pressing right against that spot that made your thighs jerk. matt’s eyes darkened as he watched your face contort.

your lips parted around his thumb, allowing the digit to slip inside your mouth—lips wrapping around and sucking slightly.

“fuck, squeezing my fingers so tight baby.” chris groaned from behind you, his other hand gripping your ass and spreading you open more, allowing his fingers to prod deep again and again.

matt let his thumb slip from your mouth, running it along your bottom lip as he leaned down, his lips brushing yours without touching. you whined, trying to lean up more to kiss him—but his hands kept you still.

he grinned. “aw what’s wrong sweetheart, hm? what do y’want?” he taunted, tilting your chin up higher so you had no choice but to keep your eyes locked on his no matter how much you wanted to turn away.

“please..” you whined, the sound high and needy—your nails digging into his thigh now.

“please what?” matt pushed, his lips ghosting over yours again, the warmth of his breath making you ache even more. “use your words, baby.” and you tried, you really did. but chris curled his fingers again, pressing hard against your g-spot and cutting off any form of words you had.

you gasped, and that’s when matt finally gave in and kissed you. but it was rough—claiming your mouth and swallowing every sound as chris finger-fucked you harder. his hand never let go of your face, along with the hand in your hair, forcing you to stay right where he wanted you.

“that’s it,” matt murmured between messy kisses, “y’gettin’ close baby? yeah? gonna look at me while you cum. don’t look away, sweetheart.”

you nodded, tears stinging in the corner of your eyes from how good you felt. and you couldn’t help but to let your hips tilt up, body shifting and allowing your legs to open wider, pushing into chris’ hand.

his pace grew ruthless. “she’s so close,” he groaned. “c’mon, baby, let go. cum for us.” and chris’ thumb joined, rubbing your clit in firm motions. the added stimulation so sudden had a loud cry slipping—swallowed by matt’s mouth as your body shook. you clenched tight around chris’ fingers, thighs shaking and wetness spilling down onto his hand as you came.

matt groaned, pulling back from your lips for a moment. “good girl,” matt praised against your lips, kissing you deep again as you sobbed into it. “that’s our pretty baby. juuust like that.”

you felt as chris dragged his fingers out, thinking he was done, that they would let you relax now. but it was only to slide them right back in, coaxing you through it. “gonna give us another one?“ he asked, the pace of his fingers starting to speed up.

matt smirked, his hand tightening in your hair again. “think you’ve got another in you, baby? hmm? let us ruin you a little more?”

strnilolover note ⋆˙⟡ . . . i wasn’t gonna post again today, but this was too hot in my head honestly so i had to share. this might be my last post for just a few days cause i am exhausted

[mattsnight]

tough!matt whimpering while y/n makes him feel good ۶ৎ

warnings: mdni, 18+, jerking off, cursing, use of y/n..

A/N: i haven't posted a blurb in soooo long, so im sorry if this is ass:,)

“oh my god, y/n. keep goin’, don’t stop.” matt’s words came out of his mouth like desperate whimpers as your hand started moving around his cock, slowly, but amazingly. his head had already fallen back into the pillows on his bed in pleasure.

he absolutely loves when you start acting like the dominant one. and what makes it even better is when you’re wearing your cute little lingerie sets. yeah, seeing you in that can make him nut within seconds.

“you’re so pretty, matt.” you say, gently kissing his neck. matt’s breath hitches as your lips meet his neck. he bites his lower lip to suppress a moan but fails miserably. “shit... that feels so good."

it’s all going so fast for him.

"fuck— y’gettin me so close, sweetheart." his hands grip the sheets tightly as he tries to control himself. his hips are now moving in time with your strokes, making him feel extra good. "oh my god..” his voice trails off into another whimper as you continue your pace, one hand moving to unconsciously grip his own hair while the other stays firmly planted on your head.

before you know it, he comes. hard. loud whimpers leave his mouth as his body tenses completely, back arching off the bed. thick ropes of cum shoot out onto his stomach as he shakes through his orgasm. “shit y/n. that felt so fuckin’ good.”

“and just so you know.. m’never whimpering like that again.”

this is so short im sorry</3

[passionfruitchris]

౨ৎ . . . COLD METAL

SUMMARY: you love when chris fingers you with his rings on. tonight, though, one slips off. chris panics. you don’t. WC: 1K

chris always laughed when you told him you liked when he left his rings on.

“you’re fuckin’ insane,” he’d grin, shaking his head while sliding them off one by one. “you like when they scratch you?”

and you’d mumble something about how it made you feel full in more ways than one — how the cool metal only made the burn of his touch sharper. so sometimes, when he was in a giving mood, he left them on just for you.

like tonight.

you were sprawled on the couch, thighs open for him like muscle memory - his hand between your legs with that cocky grin on his face. his rings silver and chunky, glinted under the lamp as his fingers sank deep, curling just right.

“jesus, you’re already clenching,” chris rasped, voice wrecked like he’d been waiting all night for this. “all it takes is my hand, huh?”

the stretch had your head tilting back against the cushions, breathless little whimpers spilling as his knuckles brushed deeper. the cold bite of his rings dragged along your walls, just like you loved, and it had you gasping.

“chris—”

“what, baby?” he teased, thumb pressing messy circles on your clit while his other fingers slid wet and thick inside you. “too much? or too good?”

you couldn’t answer. your nails scraped the couch cushions, your thighs trembling around his wrist. it was heaven — until it wasn’t.

because mid-thrust, something shifted.

a sudden looseness. a flick of metal against you that didn’t feel like it should. and then chris froze.

“shit—” his voice cracked, and his fingers stilled inside you. “baby, wait—wait.”

your eyes cracked open, dazed. “wha—?”

“my fuckin’ ring,” he hissed, brows knitting tight, panic flashing across his face. “i think—it slipped—fuck, it’s inside you.”

you blinked, the words swimming sluggishly through your lust-drunk brain. his ring. inside you.

and instead of panic, a hot bolt of need shot through you so hard it almost made you laugh.

“chris,” you whined, hips twitching against his frozen hand. “don’t stop.”

“don’t stop? are you—babe, there’s metal inside you, i gotta—”

but you were already clenching again, the thought of it, the stretch of him curling deeper in search of it, making your stomach twist. your hips bucked. his fingers shifted, unintentionally pressing higher, curling right where you needed.

“fuck,” you gasped, the sound breaking, “it feels—oh my god—”

his face was a mix of horror and disbelief, his lips parted like he couldn’t believe you were falling apart over this. “you’re fuckin’ sick,” he muttered, but his fingers didn’t pull out. if anything, he moved them deeper, trying to hook the ring — and the new angle made you choke out a sob.

“oh, you like this?” his voice cracked somewhere between frustration and awe, watching your body fight between shying away and grinding closer. “jesus christ, i’m trying to get my ring back and you’re—fuck, you’re soaking me.”

tears gathered in your eyes from how good it burned, your thighs trembling around his wrist. “c-chris, don’t—don’t take it out yet,” you begged, face hot with shame but too desperate to care. “please, it’s—oh my god—it’s perfect—”

his jaw flexed hard, torn between scolding you and falling apart at the sight of you. “baby, this isn’t—” he gritted out, curling his fingers again, his rings catching on your soaked walls as he searched deeper. “fuck, you’re milking me—”

the movement hit your sweet spot again, and you cried out, head thrown back, voice breaking.

“ohhhh my—chris, please, don’t stop—don’t stop—”

he groaned, the sound guttural, his forehead dropping against your thigh like the sight of you was too much to bear. “you’re gonna fuckin’ ruin me,” he rasped, voice hoarse. “crying while i’m knuckle-deep in you—jesus christ.”

your hand clawed at his wrist, not to pull him out, but to push him deeper. your nails dug crescents into his skin as your body clenched around his fingers, desperate and shaking.

he finally hooked something, his knuckle nudging the ring where it had slipped, and the drag of it against your insides made you scream.

“there it is,” he grunted, more to himself, but his teeth sank into his lip when your body seized around him. “holy fuck, you like that.”

you couldn’t breathe. couldn’t think. just babbled nonsense, wet and broken, your legs twitching as you gushed around his hand.

chris swore under his breath, grinding the heel of his palm against your clit as his fingers worked — half trying to pull the ring out, half just watching you unravel. “so dirty, baby. you’re so fuckin’ dirty for me.”

“m-my stomach—” you gasped suddenly, eyes flying open, panic lacing the pleasure. “chris, it hurts, it’s—”

his eyes snapped up to yours, wide, worried. “hurts? shit, are you—”

but then he saw it. the way your body trembled, your thighs twitched open wider. the way your clit throbbed under his thumb.

his lips curled into something dark. “you’re gonna cum.”

your breath hitched, tears slipping hot down your cheeks as you shook your head helplessly, hips grinding down against him anyway.

“shhh,” chris soothed, even as his pace quickened, the wet slap of his fingers obscene in the quiet room. “don’t fight it, baby. let it happen. let me see you.”

his words cracked you wide open. your body convulsed, the orgasm tearing through you so hard you thought you’d black out, a sob ripping from your chest as you clenched around his fingers, soaking his hand, his wrist, the couch beneath you.

chris groaned, almost guttural, as he finally pulled his fingers out, the ring slick and glinting in the dim light. he tossed it onto the table without a glance, his attention glued to your trembling, gasping body.

“look at you,” he rasped, his lips brushing your damp cheek, his free hand smoothing over your stomach to soothe the spasms. “you’re insane. fuckin’ insane. so goddamn beautiful.”

you whimpered, still shaking, clinging to him like he was the only thing keeping you tethered.

he kissed your temple, voice breaking soft now. “my messy girl. you’ll kill me one day.”

a/n: thank you so much for reading, i really appreciate you taking the time to check out my work <3

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