#Chris Sturniolo X reader

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𝐂𝐔𝐓𝐄 𝐉𝐄𝐀𝐍𝐒 — 𝐂.𝐒.

Synopsis: Nick has been your best friend for so long, but you can’t seem to get a long with his brother—Chris. You try to mess with Chris and it backfires….badly….

Warnings: illegal street racing, stupid driving, tension, smut with so much plot it hurts, street racer Chris, BIG MASSIVE SHLONG CHRIS, size kink, bulge kink, dick-wad Chris, p n v, raw sex, riding (wink), and more....

A/N: THIS IS OVER 5.2K WORDS. THIS IS NAWT A QUICK READ. Now, get in the car bitches, we're getting HORNYYYYYY!!!!

With love and bigs tits, Rose

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“Hey, cute jeans!” I wave, my lips curling into a grin as I squint my eyes at him—Chris. He rolls his tongue, shaking his head as he stalks off further down the street. Ha. 

It’s one of those rare occurrences—I’m here—at his street race, for god knows what reason. 

All I ever do is mock him. In fact, that’s why I call him cute jeans. The first time Nick and I had shown up at one of these dumb things, Chris thought I was a stranger from behind—and my jeans? Damn. 

He had to be a real asshole and hit on me. 

That night was fun for more than one reason. It sparked something—something I didn’t know existed. 

After that, my teasing only got worse. Chris’s ego couldn’t handle staying silent, he always had something smart to say. 

“Come to watch me again, huh? Gonna record it for later, I bet,” Chris winks. My mouth snaps shut as I go to say something back. He’s already gone—not giving me a second to respond before shutting the door to his car and speeding down the road. 

Typical. 

It’s still bright out. The sun sinks lower into the horizon as more people crowd the deserted street by the minute. 

“Okay, let’s just take a couple more pics and then we’ll go. I know you hate this,” Nick huffs, adjusting the leather jacket he’s wearing—the same coat that inspired this whole photoshoot. But you couldn’t blame him, he did look hot as fuck. 

Even if his looks resemble a certain idiot lurking nearby. 

Part of me is burning with spite. I hate letting Chris have the last word. But my brain sparks with an idea, a brilliant idea. 

How much would it cost him if I stayed around? 

Those stupid bets were always placed in his favor. No one could deny he was good—really good. He drove on the street like he owned it and he never even seemed nervous. 

“I kinda wanna stay—” My words are interrupted as I feel an arm rest down on my shoulders. I look over to see Beck, a girl I love seeing. 

She’s vibrant—especially with her signature red lip that seemed to draw all eyes to her. I always blossom off her confidence, loving to sit next to her when she showed true female power all with one swing of that stupid flag in the air. 

“How are ya, girlie? Haven’t seen you in months,” she puffs, hugging me a little bit closer before dropping her arm back to her side. 

I smile over at her. “Pretty good, you still stomping on egos?” I question, the glint of mischief in her eyes reflecting back as she gives me a slow nod. 

“Oh, always. Especially Chris—and it’s just for you.” She boops my nose as her words drag through the wind, the sound of tires screeching starting to muffle the chaotic hum of the crowd forming. 

Nick stares down at the camera lens, scrolling through the pictures I had taken of him—the reason why we were here, pretty much. “Actually, I think we got enough. But are you sure you wanna stay? I can come back and get you later—”

Beck brushes on Nick’s shoulder. She scrunches her nose at me while licking over her teeth. “I got her, Nick. Go home and post those pics, I’ll return her to you safely after tonight, don’t worry.” 

“Alright…” Nick sighs, reluctantly hugging me and wandering back towards his car to head home. 

“So why’d you wanna stay? Finally like cars?” Beck interrogates. 

I shake my head vigorously, laughing as she smiles at me. “Fuck no, I just—”

“You’re gonna mess with him, aren’t you?”

Her question rings through the air as a speeding car flies by—racers already warming up.

My eyes trace towards the track, seeing a sleek red sports car in the distance doing donuts. Of fucking course. Chris was always doing some dumb shit—illegal street racing or doing fucking donuts while the other racers were repeatedly drifting around the corners or fixing up their cars. 

He’s so cocky. 

I whisper back to her as I watch his car tires mark the pavement. “Damn right.”

___

Chris is already fed up—I can tell by the way his jaw clicks and his nostrils flare when I catch him in the corner of my eye. 

And I’m looking directly at him, a stupid smile covering my face as I put my money on the bet table. It’s twenty bucks, but it was twenty bucks I was willing to spend, or rather waste. Chris hasn’t lost in a while—honestly I’m not sure if he ever has. 

“What do you think you’re doing?” Chris huffs, pulling me by the arm as he drags me to the side of the road by his car. 

He roughly shoves me. The feeling of his car pressed up against my backside leaves my eyes twinkling with pride—I’m really getting to him. Just like I planned.

I shrug. “Just placing my bets. Isn’t that what everyone does at these—”

“Why are you here? Why’re you–,” as his eyes stare into mine, his rough tone falls silent, his scowl curling into a smirk as he analyzes the subtle twitch of my nose. “Huh—just comin’ to watch, right?” 

I nod to his question, my pride sinking to my feet as I try to stand up tall. Chris presses his body against mine, making my weight lean against the car once more. I swallow thickly as his hand drops from my arm. 

What is he doing?

“You know, I meant it, right?” he tuts, his eyes tracing your figure with no shame. “These jeans… baby, they look so good on you.” His voice gets deeper, his head falling forward as his lips graze my ear. “-bet they’d look better off though, hm?”  

Fuck. 

I wish it didn’t make something inside the pit of my gut burn—but it did. God, it really fucking did. My heart is hammering against my chest, the pulse in my neck pounding in my ears as slight butterflies in my stomach make it harder to breathe. 

Shoving my body quickly, I manage to escape his hold. “Shut up. You’re such a cocky prick,” I spit, my arms folding across my chest as I try to keep a stern expression. 

Chris lets out a dry laugh, grinning like he’s already won. He takes a couple steps forward, letting his hand travel into the ends of my hair, “And yet, you love it. I can practically hear how nervous I’m makin’ you, it’s a real ego boost,” he husks. 

“You don’t make me—” My lips fall open further, motionless as his hand moves to my neck, his cold fingers brushing against my pulse as my eyes go wide. 

“Not nervous, huh…” His head leans towards the side as he stares all over my face. His eyes linger on my lips as I try to look away. 

But it’s impossible. Chris swerves his head, not letting my eyes leave his as he just stares at me. 

“Chris, stop—”

“Why? Do I make you too nervous?” he urges, licking over his teeth and letting his hands drop down to his sides. 

I feel a wave of heat caress up my spine and over my shoulders. “Don’t you have some stupid race to lose?” 

The taunt seems humorous to him, the last resolve of my dignity peeking through mumbled words as he wipes over his mouth. 

“Alright, alright. Guess I’ll go try to lose, but—I might need your help.” He shrugs, walking off with a wink. 

Uh oh. 

Help?

___

I can’t tell what the fuck is going through his brain. Part of me regrets staying—but another part of me is sickly invested in whatever this twisted game is. 

Nearly all bets had been placed. Stacks of money rested on the plastic table with a heavy bais—most were betting on Chris. 

It had to be at least two grand. 

He wouldn’t give up two grand for some petty argument with me, right? No—that would be insane. Absolutely bonkers. 

…right?

I watch as Beck stands in the middle of the dark street, the only glow coming from the blue streetlights above. The sun had set quickly, the stars and moon doing nothing compared to the headlights from all the cars.

My legs hurt. I didn’t realize I had been clenching every muscle for the entirety of the countdown to the actual race. The cold bleachers sting against my skin in the night air—maybe I would’ve dressed warmer if I thought I was gonna stay. But no—I was stuck shivering in jeans, a purple lace bra peeking from under my black top, and a letterman jacket. 

The front row gave the best view, but I had no one to shield the bitter breeze. But it was worth it. This way I got to sit by Beck the entire time. 

“Racers ready?” she shouts, her voice prominent over the reviving engines as she holds the flag in the air. 

Chris is on the side closer to me, his boyish smile apparent as I stare at the side of his face. The other guy was one of the better ones—the bets had some sort of hope in him, a large stack of bills showing that he had a decent amount of skill. 

My mouth waters as I see Chris run a hand through his hair, his head turning and his eyes catching mine. Holy fuck. He looks absolutely dreamy—there’s not an ounce of anxiety, pure confidence radiating from him. 

And it makes it so hard to look away. 

“Wait, I got one more bet I gotta place,” Chris announces. 

What?

My brows furrow, my face scrunching as I watch Beck relax the flag back down to her side. “Make it quick.” 

Chris nods at her words, my stomach flutters as he stares directly back at me, leaning his head out his window while licking over his lips. “Wanna make a bet, sweetheart?” he asks. 

I look around me, my shoulder sinking slightly as I take in the amount of people staring at me. 

He’s holding up the race to embarass me. Fuck. 

As I stare back at him with squinted eyes, he clicks his tongue on the side of his mouth. “If I win, I get to take you for a drive. Deal?”

“What?” I exclaim, throwing my hand in the air as I motion to the bet table, “Why the hell would I agree to that—”

“You bet against me, remember?” he points. 

My lips smack shut, the lump in my throat gathering thicker as I try to swallow. “I’ll even give you the chance to make sure I lose a round. We gotta bet or not?” he questions, his eyes twinkling as the blue lights illuminate his sharp features.  

If he had to lose one of the three rounds, that put more hope into the other racer. And if the other race won, I’d be more than content. Getting to call him a loser would definitely irk him more than anything—especially if it was true.

I hear boos chant around me. “Hurry up and race!” someone says from behind me. 

My body stiffens as I hear the chorus of disapproval. “Deal!” I shout, biting on my inner cheek. 

Chris looks at me with a daunting grin, his hand squeezing on the wheel as he nods. “A’right—ready. Sorry for the hold up.” 

Beck rolls her eyes, holding up the flag once more. 

“Racers ready?” she glares at Chris, continuing on as he revs his engine in response, “3—2—-1, GO—”

My heart drops as I watch the smoke from the tires scratching the street float around Beck. She saunters over, settling beside me as I lean forward, my pulse pounding in my ears as I watch them race side-by-side. 

As the car rounds the corner and starts nearing the finish line, Chris’s car zooms just slightly in front of the other vehicle, only seconds of a difference. 

I can’t wait to call him a fuckin loser. 

Beck walks back out, the flag raising in the air as both cars position once again. “Alright, race two. Ready, set—” 

“Hey!” 

Stomping her heels on the pavement, Beck scowls at Chris as he shouts towards my direction. I look over, my face burning as I feel the crowd stare down at me. 

I didn’t know much about racing, but I knew enough. This wasn’t normal—this was the prime way to piss people off. 

As I go to ask what he wants, Chris curls his finger, motioning for me to come closer. 

The fuck? 

I hesitantly stand up, my arms wrapped tightly around my torso as I walk up to his car window. Chris stares up at me with devious eyes. He obnoxiously chews a piece of gum, his jaw bone protruding with each movement. 

“What the fuck do you want?!” I whisper-yell, catching angry eyes boring onto me as I take a quick glance over my shoulder. 

Oh, these people are mad—fucking furious, even. 

“Kiss me.” 

I do a double take, my eyes blinky slowly as I watch him lick over the bottom ridges of his teeth, his fingers tapping on the steering wheel. 

“What?” I breathe out, a dry laugh heaving from my lips. 

He can’t be serious…

“However long you kiss me is however long I’ll wait to start drivin’. Didn’t you want me to lose? C’mon pretty girl, you saw the bet table—use your head, alright? It’s just a kiss,” he taunts.

This is how he was gonna give me the chance to make him lose a round—I should’ve known. 

I shake my head, cringing as I hear the boo’s from the crowd get louder. 

“I’m startin’,” Beck says, holding up the flag. “3—”

“Yes or no? It’s up to you,” he shrugs, his eyes drawing over my face as my lips smack open and shut. 

“2—”

The noise of his engine revving makes my anxiety settle. This is my chance—my only chance at that. 

“Fuck it,” I murmur, taking a long stride towards him. 

“1—GO!” 

I crash my lips onto his, my hands on either side of his jaw. His lips meet mine with a hard urgency, the rhythm of my movement panicked and rushed. 

My breath hitches in my chest—I don’t know if it’s because I forgot to breathe or if it’s from the feeling of his hand traveling up and tangling around the back of my neck, pulling me impossibly closer as he slips his warm tongue into my mouth. 

I nearly forget everything, gasping for air as I pull back quickly, moaning as I feel his mouth hungrily chase mine. 

Never in my life had I been kissed like this—so passionately and rough. 

“Hey! This gotta be breakin’ some rules–”

Fuck. 

The person yelling from the crow makes me pull back into reality. I stand up, watching as Chris slowly flutters his eyes open at me with a grin so cocky my hand twitches with the urge to slap him. 

Why did that feel so… good? 

Before anyone can say a thing, the other car slowly halts back to the starting line. 

Had we really been kissing that long? 

My fingers mindlessly float up to my tingling lips, my head feeling lighter as the surroundings start to spin a bit. It’s like he put some drug in his mouth that immediately became addicting. I want more. 

“See? I kept my word,” Chris points out, “Now—you gonna keep your word if I win? Lemme take you for a drive?” I swallow thickly, nodding slowly. “Good. Now go sit down and cheer for me real loud, alright?” 

I don’t have time to respond before Beck interrupts with the same question, starting to count down. I quickly stumble back towards the bleachers, a sigh of relief pushing through my lips as my head bobbles between my shoulders while I sit down. 

The loud cars barely register in my brain. All I can focus on is how light everything feels, how my lips are swollen and pulsing. 

“C’MON!!!” 

Chants behind me draw my attention back to the road. What the fuck? It’s not even close—Chris is speeding around the corners way smoother than the first round, almost as if he had been—

Oh fuck.

He was holding back. 

I tried to mess with him and he played me with ease. 

Part of me should be mad as he races near the finish line—but all I feel is excitement—anticipation. 

My teeth clench into my lower lip as I watch him storm past the line, not even waiting for the other racer to finish before stepping out of his car and walking over. 

Is he…?

My eyes bulge as he walks in front of me, holding his hand out as an offer. “C’mon, you promised, yeah?” he urges. 

I nod slowly, sliding my hand in his. He drags me to his car, opening the passenger door and shutting it after I climb in. 

“Chris! The money—”

Beck’s words fall on deaf ears as Chris slides into the driver seat, pressing his foot on the gas hard. 

“You didn’t even get the money—what’re we doing?” I ask, looking behind my shoulder to see a crowd of people turned to our direction as we speed off further down the road. 

“You know, it’s not nice to try and tick me off,” he huffs, quickly glancing at me with a harsh stare. 

Oh.

Oh.

“I don’t know what you’re talkin’ abou–”

Chris lets out a vocal sound of disbelief, cutting me off, “Yeah, you do. Fuckin—bettin’ against me, tryna get me to lose and shit. For what? Don’t have a boyfriend to give you any attention, huh?” he asks, his hand reaching over and grasping onto my thigh. 

He knows I don’t have a boyfriend—I know he’s aware of that fact. 

I stare down at his large hand squeezing my jean-clad leg. Something about his rough grip makes me shift in my seat, my thighs clutching together as I feel a wave of warmth settle into the pit of my stomach. 

“You like my hand on your thigh, don’t you?” he says, smirking wider as I watch the blue streetlights cast a subtle glow on his cheekbones. 

“I—”

“You like it. Admit it.” 

There’s no room to argue as he trails his hand up further, his fingers tracing dangerously high as he gives me a rough squeeze. Fuck his hands feel good on me. 

“Chris what’re you—”

“Do you know how it feels to constantly see you and know I can’t touch you?” he starts, the car rolling to a stop by the side of the road as he rushedly shifts gears to park, “-you’re always fuckin’ teasin’ me—bein’ a damn brat and I have to keep my hands to myself,” he grits, shaking his head as he stares down at me. 

I swallow thickly as I shift in the seat. “Chris, I–”

“No. None of that bullshit. You’re always tauntin’ me. Why’d you stay, hm? Why?” he questions, his tongue clicking on the roof of his mouth as his eyes deepen with intensity and dominance. 

Silence. I can’t fathom any words to say, my pulse drumming quicker as Chris pats his lap, adjusting his chair back. 

“Over here. Now.” 

“Chris, what are we doing?” I ask, hesitantly starting to climb over the center console. 

His hands wrap around the underside of my thighs, pulling me quickly while I let out a slight yelp as he sits me down in his lap. His hands are firm on either side of my hips. “I’m done playin’ these stupid fuckin’ games. I just—” 

The air is quiet. His eyes fall to my lips, his hands grasping just a little bit tighter around me. I can still feel the lingering sensation from his lips on mine earlier, the slight tingle still buzzing on the soft muscle as I let myself lean in closer. 

“We should stop,” Chris breathes, his tongue sliding between his lips as his eyes flicker up towards mine. 

“Why?” 

The question rolls off my lips with ease, my palms flattening against his chest as I lower my mouth to his neck, breathing over his pulse. 

“Because–” He lets out a hiss. I place my lips on his neck, sucking gently as I massage my hand over his shoulder. “Shit—we gotta stop, baby—this, this–” His jaw goes slack as I find his sweet spot. His hands dig into my hips, the slight bulge growing beneath me making my lips curl into a smile as I gently grind myself on top of him. 

“Why do you wanna stop, Chris?” I ask, nibbling the bottom of his ear, “What’s got you so tongue-tied, hm?” 

“You’re killin’ me,” he points, his gaze trained on me as he tangles his hand through my hair, pulling me back just enough to look at him, “-fuckin’ so annoying, so pretty and horrible, I just—I don’t know how much I can hold back–”

“Don’t,” I whisper, my hand gathering the material of his shirt in a fist as I watch him bite on his lower lip. His eyes trace over my face, one of his hands slowly tracing underneath my shirt, callusing beneath my bra. 

“Yeah? Don’t want me to hold back, hm?” he remarks, his hips adjusting in the slightest, my mouth falling open as I feel him rut against me through the fabric of our clothes. 

Fuck. I can’t take this. 

I lean forward, crashing my lips against his once more. Chris hums into my mouth. He furiously helps me peel off the bulky letterman jacket, the cold air feeling like relief compared to my burning skin. 

“Holy fuck, slow down, baby,” he husks, his hands falling to my hips as I shameless grind myself against his hard bulge. But I can’t get enough. “-’m not going anywhere—gonna stay and make you feel so good. Promise.” 

My heart drops as I feel his hand delicately caress over the purple lace covering my breasts. His nimble fingers trace around my hardened nub, a slight moan falling through my lips as I feel him smirk against me. 

“Take those cute jeans off, c’mon. Be a good girl for me—just this once, alright?” he grins. 

I nod slowly, awkwardly shifting as I pull down the denim while kicking off my shoes. Chris gets impatient, yanking the clothing to his own accord before planting me back on his lap, his jacket now discarded. 

“Holy fuck, look at these legs—would look so good wrapped around me,” he whispers, brushing my hair to the side as his lips graze my neck, “-while I fuck you deep and hard.” 

Oh my god. 

My mind is numb, every inch of my skin pulsing with a hot sensation of greed. Chris stares at me with lust, his hand moving in the corner of my eye. “Want me to touch you? Right….here,” he breathes, the pad of his finger resting directly over my bundle of nerves. 

I nod slowly, looking at him with hooded eyes as he starts to slowly circle the digit with a light, feathery touch. 

“More,” I moan, pulling his shirt into my fists as I watch him smile at me. 

“Yeah? What do you want, hm? Want my big dick in you? Want me to stretch you out and make you cum over and ov—

“Please,” I whisper, my hips moving for me as I struggle to stay still. 

Chris looks down, gesturing for me to take control. I hesitantly fumble with his jeans, pulling out his hard length as my mouth starts to water. 

Fuck. He’s big. No—he’s huge. 

As I go to pull my underwear to the side, Chris stops me, placing his hand around my wrist. 

“Uh-uh,” he tuts, “-take ‘em all the way off—wanna see all of you when I fuck your guts.” 

My thighs tense from his words, my hands quickly sliding the fabric down my thighs and discarding them without a single care. Chris pets over the top of my thighs, his eyes hungrily staring down between my legs. “Fuck—are you sure you want this? I…god, I can’t believe this is happening…”

I grab his hardness in my hand, spitting and dragging the lubricant up and down his shaft. Chris grits his teeth. His hands pinching into my sides as he lets out a deep groan. “You’re so big,” I whisper, mostly talking to myself. 

My eyes bulge as I feel Chris lift me with his hands on either side of my waist, placing me so my dripping entrance is directly aligned with his tip. His eyes bore into mine with dark passion. His jaw tense as he leans forward, kissing along my neck. 

“You gonna take it all f’me?” he dares, massaging my sides but keeping me from sinking down onto him. 

“Chris, please–”

“Gotta promise to take it all, sweetheart. Been teasin’ me all day already, I don’t need anymore of that, alright? Just—just gotta promise to let me stuff you full,” he purrs, sucking on the sensitive part of my neck just below my ear. 

“I promise, just—mmphf—” He slowly loosens his grip, letting me lower myself. I feel his tip nudge past my entrance, the stretch of his size making my body tense as my legs tighten to a halt. 

“Thaatt’s it, doin’ so good, just—just relax,” he praises, brushing my hair behind my ear, “-gotta be a good girl and keep your word again, yeah?”

“Y-yeah,” I stutter, slowly starting to take more of him. A broken cry falling through my lips as I feel my body stiffen again. 

Chris is patient. His eyes are trained on my face as his hands massage over my body. “You got it, c’mon—just—holy fuck,” his hand lingers down to my stomach, my top so messed up that it’s bunched over my breasts. He’s not just admiring the skin, he’s worshipping the bulge—the distinct imprint of him inside of me as I hover over the last bit of his length. 

“Look at that, sweetheart, I mean—fuck—” 

I shriek as I feel him lift his hips upward, burying himself inside of me completely. My hands grasp onto his shoulders, my eyes teary as I watch him bite on his lower lip. “God—such a good girl, takin’ me so good,” he compliments, slowly helping me as I start to ride him. 

I feel him reach deep inside of me, my eyes staring up at the ceiling of the car while my body tenses with a wave of pleasure collapsing over every beating pulse of my skin. This is even better than that damn kiss. I’ve never felt like this before. Not ever. It’s like an adrenaline rush, so overbearingly good that it feels addicting.  

“How’s that, baby, hm?” he hums, smiling down at the sight of his length plunging into my guts with each thrust as my movements quicken. 

“I–it’s, I—” 

What the fuck was I saying? 

Everything feels so light, so impossible. 

“That’s it, fuckkkkk—look so good ridin’ me like this, keep—-shit!” he seethes. My walls tighten around him, my nails digging into his shoulder through his shirt as he lifts his hips to meet my movements.

His lips parted with pure ecstasy. 

“Fuck, fuck, I,” My words are cut off my a moan. 

Chris laughs dryly, his grip becoming tighten as he really puts in the work—using me like a ragdoll as he furiously fucks himself into me. “Mmmm, th-ere,” he rasps, smiling as I let out small shrieks and moans between each snap of his hips. 

He’s so deep. I’d never felt this good in my life. There’s a buzzing in my ears, spots in my vision as I feel my body ruthlessly convulse with the overwhelming sensations. 

How the fuck is he so deep?

How the hell is he hitting against the perfect spot over and over and over—

“You cumming already?” 

His question pulls me back to reality. I nod dumbly, my mouth drawing open as I let out a long moan, my thighs quivering as I rock myself against his movement. 

“Oh—I—”

“My name, sweetheart, wanna hear my–my name, c’mon,” he urges, the squelches getting louder as I feel my body burn with euphoria. 

“Chris, Chris, I–I—my god,” I cry out, my hips slowly rolling to a stop as I feel him pause his motions. 

I don’t have time to react—nor to recover. I feel Chris hold me tightly, flipping me over so my back hits the seat—his cock brutal as he drills himself inside of me. 

“Take it, fuckin—fuckin’ take it,” he chants. 

My hands scramble into his hair. I pull his face into my neck, letting my teeth sink into his shoulder. Every rut of his hips leaves me breathless, my body seizing as I feel his hardness drive into me over and over again while his pelvis slaps against my clit. 

“I’m gonn—”

“Wait. Wait for me, I’m—’m so close, baby, so fuckin’ close—”

I clench around him, the buildup becoming too much as he continues to drown every inch of my body with pleasure. His desperate tone lingers in the air, his breaths shaking as his hips lose slight momentum. 

“Wher–-where do you—”

“In-inside, please, just—just let me cum,” I plea. 

Chris huffs, his thrusts becoming erratic and somehow deeper. “Cu-cum with me, I—shittttttttt, so fuckin’ good, so… so fuckin’ good,” he seethes, a warm sensation flooding inside of me as I feel my body convulse once more. 

My limbs fall lifelessly. Our motions fall lazier, eventually pausing to a halt. Chris gently removes himself, pulling me into his arms tightly and positioning back into the seat with me on his lap. 

His hand finds the back of my head as I lean onto his shoulder, petting through my hair as we both try to catch our breath. 

“Holy shit,” he whispers. I let out a light laugh, flinching as I feel my stomach burn from soreness. “You good there?” he asks. 

Nodding into the crook of his neck, I lift myself to stare at him once more. My eyes trace from his sweat ridden face, seeing a clear imprint of his hand on the fogged-up car window. My nose crinkles as I inhale deeply. “It smells like sex, I’m sorry,” I let out. 

Chris stares at me incredulously. “Sorry? That was fuckin’ perfect—better than the money if you ask me. I mean… I don’t know if I’ll be able to keep my hands to myself anymore,” he teases, flashing me a grin as he combs my hair behind my ear. 

My lips curl with excitement. “Oh really? You like takin’ me for rides?” 

He nods firmly, biting on his lower lip. “Mhm. And you seemed to really like ridin’.” 

I let out a light laugh, shrugging my shoulders before ruffling his hair playfully. “Only with you.”

Chris cocks an eyebrow at me, “Only me, huh?” I nod shyly, letting out a brief hum. His eyes linger on mine before falling back to my lips. “You do ride good. Maybe you should be the racer,” he taunts. 

“Maybe,” I whisper, “-maybe…” 

“Let’s get you back in those cute jeans though, yeah?” 

[raestromboli]

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blue collar!matt x bimbo f!reader. ♡⁩

𓂃 ‘ . . . just bought me a designer bitch ! ’

꒰ 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐜𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 . . . ꒱ 18+, not proofread, smut, vulgar language, pet name usage, public sex, breeding, squirting, p in v, possessiveness, mdni.

blue collar!matt whose . . .

eyes squint through the cloud of wood chips and hefty orange work jackets to spot a familiar GTR pull up and park off the construction sight. he recognized the hot pink license plate, a custom gifted from him as last year’s anniversary present. matt chews on his toothpick as he saunters over toward the vehicle, a small smirk tugging at his lips when he sees you happily step out. though, the sight of your clothing choice makes his eyes widen like saucers.

like a hawk, matt just blatantly stares at your breasts slipping out of your tight, low cut top and bouncing with every step you take toward the trunk. his temper doesn’t get any shorter when he sees you pop open the trunk and bend over in your unnecessarily short denim skirt to retrieve two grocery bags.

freshly done nails brush your hair behind your shoulder to wave at the men, all of them waving back in unison with lustful glares. murmurs become too apparent to matt’s ears which make him glance over his shoulder, sneering at the way his coworkers all look your way with the same expression as him; attentive. he just clenches his jaw, wondering why you’re looking so damn pretty this early in the day.

blue collar!matt who . . .

clears his throat when you approach him with an award-winning smile, head bowing to catch your short gaze. you don’t remember when matt became so big, so tall and buff that it kind of makes you feel dizzy.

meanwhile, matt’s too busy studying you to even care that you’re ogling him. you got all pretty for him; hair and makeup done, and he knows you did your stupid ass ‘everything shower’ as he calls it because of the saccharine scent of your perfumes and body wash. you’re a magnet to everyone—your cheeriness attracts everyone around you. you tell matt you spent all morning making birria tacos for him and the guys, wanting to give them a nice meal on this lovely sunday morning. he just smiles at you faintly as he spots the genuine glint in your eyes. bending down to your level, he grips onto the back of your head, careful not to mess up your hair, and presses a rough kiss to your forehead after he spits away his toothpick.

you greet all of your husband’s coworkers individually while making your way to a table to set everything up—handing everyone an ice cold water bottle with a smile.

blue collar!matt who’s . . .

not fond of the looks his wife is getting. he silently observes his coworkers filthy, unwashed hands pat your shoulder and their lust filled eyes shamelessly trail over your body. a sigh spills out from his nose as you pass out plates and drinks, giggling as the dirt and grime covered men thank you and compliment with full mouths on how good the food is.

matt had enough.

it’s sudden when you feel his rough hand grab your wrist and pull you away, yet you follow behind his large figure with giggles. he’s taking you somewhere secluded . . . not really, though. it’s behind the skyscraper they’ve been building for months now, only wood so far. you’re technically inside of it when he presses you up against a piece of wood, eyes set up at him innocently. he was just texting you an hour ago after sending you money to get your nails done. he sometimes forgets that you don’t realize the power you have over men. you act so innocent, so unaware of these things, and that’s what frustrates him.

blue collar!matt who . . .

realizes that everything he’s saying to you, a scolding hiss in his tone, is going completely over your head. your attention stays on his body, the yellow and orange vest sitting heavy on his wide shoulders, that white tank smeared with dirt, faded blue jeans and heavy tan timberland‘s on his big feet. he’s so fucking big it always makes you shift and bite your lip. his veins are bulging out of his arms, and his hands are so wide and rough. his hair is tousled around, evidence that he’s been working hard. just to provide for you. to take care of you. to cater to you.

“baby, you listenin’ to me?” matt’s brows knit together, tapping underneath your chin with a curved finger to bring your eyes back to him.

you huff, “you wanna see what i bought today?” your eyes are big and sparkly as you watch your husband’s blue eyes glance down to where your nails trail over the soft skin of your thighs, fingers fiddling with the hem of your skirt before you decide to flip it up to your stomach. matt breathes heavily through his nose as you showcase your new purchase; a pretty, light blue thong that matched the color of his eyes. “you like it?” a meek giggle passes through your glossed lips.

“yeah, sweetheart. looks nice,” matt barely grunts out, his voice caught in his throat as he sees how snug your new underwear hugged your cunt, “turn ‘round.” he orders with a gruff tone.

and you do, but not without stealing a glance over your shoulder. your husband just looked so good you couldn’t stop staring at him! you suddenly gasp when he roughly grips onto the fat of your ass, laying a harsh slap! on your right cheek. matt relishes in the way you squeal his name, a pretty manicured hand coming down to grip onto his wrist. despite your tight grip on his wrist, he’s still strong enough to hook two fingers around your panties to pull the flimsy material aside, adams apple bobbing when he catches the sight of your pretty pussy glistening for him in the morning sun.

matt swears he’s losing his mind, nonetheless beginning to tilt his head sideways to get a better look. he knows you want him to put his mouth on you by the way you swing your hips from side to side softly, a pout sitting pretty on your lips, but he’s not giving you that satisfaction, atleast not now.

he flips you back around, so you could watch him unzip his jeans and pull his leaking cock out, his tip slapping against his stomach.

blue collar!matt who . . .

roughly grabs your chin before locking his lips with yours, whispering in between kisses that you’re not to fuck with him while he’s on the job, to stop giving everyone a peek of what he comes home to at midnight. and you keep playing dumb to rile him up a little more. ‘i got a wax too since you sent me too much.’ or ‘went to fenty yesterday, i found so many cute things to wear for you, matt.’ to which he’ll only respond with a gruff, ‘yeah?’ you’re being a smart ass, a brat who needed taming real fucking quick.

“you gonna listen when i say shit, now? don’t pull that again, ya’ hear?” he pecks your lips one last time before his bulky arms are lifting you up, large hands under your knees to have you curled up and pressed against the wood planks. your legs dangle over his shoulders as he begins to slide you down on his cock with ease. he’s not being gentle about it either—doesn’t even give you time to preen and adjust. he thrusts his cock in you so deep it makes you whinily cry out his name and whimper into the open. his tip repeatedly hits your g-spot and all you can do is take it.

blue collar!matt who . . .

lifts and slams you down on his cock—doesn’t bother telling you to be quiet because his coworkers might hear you, doesn’t care if tears are blurring your eyesight because he’s bullying his cock in the depths of your gummy walls to give your cervix a few kisses, doesn’t care if you have a belly bulge. you’re whimpering like you’re in heat as he fucks you raw, feeling every delicious ridge of his dick. and you’re so wet around him, squelch after squelch making your ears tinge red and your face scrunch up in embarrassment. it doesn’t help when matt laughs in your face at that.

“what happened, baby? not speakin’?

you pout. the smirk he sends you just seems cruel to you as he slows his hips down, opting to roll his cock into you, so you could feel every inch of him. your thighs try to close around matt, but he doesn’t let you. no, instead he fully pins you against the wood, making sure his body is snug between your legs and just drilling into your pussy.

blue collar!matt who . . .

feels the way your drooling cunt clenches around him, a tale tell that you’re just seconds away from coming. soft cries pass through your lips as matt’s pelvis bumps against your sensitive clit which makes you reach down with a shaky hand, placing your palm over his toned stomach and pushing weakly.

matt’s eyes follows your hand and he just smirks wickedly, “don’t run from it, sweetheart,” he chuckles in your ear, pushing his chest against yours as he places a sloppy kiss on your cheek, “been wantin’ this cock, ‘n’ now you got it.” kisses trail down to your neck where it soon turns into making purple splotches, tongue lolling to lick the sting away.

you preen, “maaattt.” a nasally whine of his name only makes him go soft, the two hands that held your body up caressing the fat of your thighs. heavy pants slip through your parted lips as your orgasm quickly approaches, gripping onto his biceps for dear life. your eyes water while your pussy gushes all over his stomach and your thighs, hearing the groans and encouragements of your husband make you grow shy.

blue collar!matt who . . .

subconsciously bites down on your neck as he ruts his hips into you, eyes rolling to the back of his head as your soaked cunt hugs him in a warmly invite. his blunt nails create crescent shaped indents into the rounds of your hips and ass when tugging you down on him until he’s gasping. grinding his waist slowly, his cum begins to fill you up, coating your gummy walls pearly white.

blue collar!matt who . . .

snickers to himself when he sees you grow visibly upset as he pulls out and sets you to your feet. it’s then that he wipes that shit eating grin off his face when he swiftly brings his lips to yours, a rugged hand coming down in between your thighs to press two fingers against your cunt, swiping them around to collect your slick before plugging them into your drooling hole to make sure his seed would stay inside you until he got home. he ignores how you grip onto his hair when you squirt all over his fingers.

matt pats your ass after pulling down your skirt, tucking his dick back into his jeans as he whispers in your ear, “g’on now, get some sleep. i’ll be home in a few hours, so be ready for me ‘cause m’nowhere near done.”

blue collar!matt who . . .

smirks at you as you stumble back to your car, the other workers giving the two of you knowingly glares back and forth. you innocently shout out a shaky, ‘bye boys!’ to all the stunned men, unbeknownst to you that they all heard everything. matt turns to them with his brow raised, clapping his hands together, “well? fuck y’all staring at? get back to work!”

#INEEDTHATTT 😫

[whimsy-sturns]

yup! i’m wet

blurb of Chris being goofy while eating you out.

whines and whimpers emitted from your plump lips. Your hips eagerly lifting off the mattress as you grind agaisnt his face. “Chris chri—“ your voice cracked and you let out a loud moan tilting your head back—he was good with his tongue, so fucking good.

Chris giggled against your folds but before you could say anything he shook his head from side to side making the words die in your throat. Chris let out a dramatic growl doing it again before your hands pushed his head back—this action making him giggle. Your juices were dripping down his chin a big dopey smile on his face almost proud he pissed you off.

“What about my pussy is so amusing and funny to you Chris.” You whine out, eye brows furrowing as he laughs even louder. Your juices were watched as he tipped his head back down only to be stopped by your hand—okay now you were annoying him.

“Fuck y/n I swear I’ll stop laughin, jus’ wanna make you feel good now hon.” He mumbled out kissing your inner thigh and looking at you. Nuzzling his cheek into your thigh as he gave you a dead serious look.

You sighed in desperate need for a release and you knew. When Chris said he was gonna make you feel good he was gonna make you feel good. “Fine but please don’t laugh I just want you to make me—“ “make you feel good got it.” He quickly cut off and in an instant his head was between your thighs

That usual playful act gone—this man was starved.

Whimpers immediately spilt out of your lips as you tilted your head back. Your orgasm approaching fast again as you desperately humped his face. With a few more kitten licks in your clit and his tongue swirling around your aching hole you clenched around nothing letting your orgasm hit.

After letting your orgasm die down he sat up and crawled over you your juices still on his chin making it glisten. He gently pecked your lips before traveling his lips across your hot flushed cheeks. “Told ya, I’m serious when I gotta please my girl.” He paused before pecking your lips again. “Now let’s go shower yeah?”

a/n- hehe soooo inspired by my queen @nickssidewitch I hope I didn’t fail you I tried 😔 anywyas I hope y’all enjoyed!

Taglist: @sturnsrecord @chrepsi @drewswife @crtlness @matts-sidepiece @tezzzzzzzz @sturnl0ve @sturnschris @vanteguccir @shadowthesim237 @sturns-mermaid (sorry if I’m missing anyone!!)

[mattsbows]

giving nerd!matt head in the back of your car

in which. . .you convince your nerdy boyfriend to be a naughty boy

smut, oral (m receiving), nerd!matt x y2k!reader, high school au (BOTH CHARACTERS ARE 18), slight dirty talk, car sex, pet names

1.2k words

you poked at the fries on your tray, smiling at the way matt was interlocking his converse-covered feet with your own under the lunch table. so far, your lunch period had consisted of you and matt making small talk about your classes, matt in his APs and you in your regular old chemistry class. however, something was...off about matt's demeanor.

"okay, what's up?" you asked your boyfriend, noticing the way he was staring at his tray, anxiously shifting the food around.

"everyone's starin' at me..." he mumbled, cheeks a deep red color.

matt was nowhere near used to all the attention he had been getting lately. the only time he had really been noticed throughout his high school career was when people needed help with their homework. but now? oh matt was flustered by the amount of attention he'd been getting.

after all, you were the most popular girl in school. girls flocked to you left and right for fashion or boy advice and boys had had their bets trying to woo you over the years. everyone had expected you to end up with the quarterback or the captain of the basketball team. not the president of the math club. therefore, it was safe to say that matt had definitely had an adjustment period when you two began to walk the halls together, hands intertwined.

"so? ignore them. you're my boyfriend." you smiled, popping a piece of bubblegum into your mouth from your zebra printed purse.

"yeah but," he protested softly. "i'm me and you're you."

"and they're jealous of you because unlike some of them, you have life goals."

matt's face flushed deeper if that was even possible. his heart was thumping about a million miles a minute, the way you spoke so effortlessly, slinging your hair over your shoulder having a captivating effect on him.

"you blush so easily." you giggled.

"shut up." matt whispered, nervously bringing his thumbnail up to his mouth.

"matt," you started, popping your gum. "would you miss next period?"

"um...i mean, i guess so. why, doll?" he asked, brushing a strand of hair away from his face as he nervously chewed his thumbnail.

"because i want to. and i want you." you smirked, pouting your baby pink lips.

"you can't say that in here!" matt gulped, eyes wide beneath his glasses as he scanned the cafeteria to make sure no one noticed.

"says who?" you asked, pulling a pocket mirror from your bag and reapplying your lip gloss.

"i...i dunno!" he protested quietly. "but uh, where would we go?"

"to my car." you stated simply.

"t-to...to your car?" matt stuttered out, heart rate increasing.

"sure," you shrugged. "why not?"

"okay," matt smiled gently, letting out a soft breath. "let's go."

"cutie."

a whine involuntarily fell from matt's lips at your pet name, making him look up at you shyly, waiting for your lead. "shut up."

you grabbed your bag before taking matt's hand in your own, throwing away your lunch trays and waltzing to your pink dodge challenger that you'd gotten for your 16th birthday. you opened the backseat, throwing your purse into the front and slid in, patting the seat next to you.

matt's face was pretty much a constant state of red at this point as he slid in behind you, closing the car door. "now what?" he asked sheepishly, fiddling with his fingers.

"c'mere."

matt didn't need to be told twice. in an instant, he was obeying your command, body shuddering slightly with anticipation as he sat next to you.

"you're bein' so naughty, matt." you tease. "skipping class to hang out with a girl."

matt whimpered at your words, knowing you could see the shiver that ran through his body when you called him naughty. "sh...shut up." he whined, avoiding eye contact with you.

you gently grabbed matt's chin in your hand, cheetah print nails clasping around the soft skin. "you like bein' naughty?"

matt gulped, his lower lip trembling as he felt the blood rush to his cock. your boyfriend looked up at you through his lashes, blue eyes wide. "maybe..."

you began to kiss matt, your tongue softly exploring his plump lips. the boy practically froze in shock, but eventually melted into the kiss, loving the feeling of your lips on his. another whimper fell from his mouth, his hands nervously grasping your thighs.

"you don't gotta be nervous, baby." you purred, tucking a curl behind his ear.

matt whimpered against your lips once more, doing his best to calm down as your kiss deepened. you two had kissed a few times, but everytime, matt was taken by shock that a girl like you wanted him.

"may i?" you asked, reaching for his belt.

matt gulped when he realized what you were doing. "y-yeah. yes please. mhm." he said, voice cracking slightly with anticipation.

"so polite." you chuckled, undoing his belt and slowly sliding down his cargoes and boxers.

matt shivered as you took his pants off, face red and legs shaking. he bit his lip as he looked up at you, knowing he needed you as was made obvious by his painfully hard dick, but he wasn't quite sure what you were going to do. you were his first ever girlfriend, after all.

"such a handsome boy," you said, stroking his cock, feeling the way he twitched in your hands. "you gonna be good for me?"

matt's back was already arching off your backseat with the growing knot in his tummy and you hadn't even done much yet. "mhm. i'll be a good boy for you. promise."

you smiled, innocently starting to kitten lick his pretty pink tip. matt let out a gasp when he felt your mouth around his cock, followed by a string of high pitched whimpers and whines as you began to suck harder and faster.

"oh...mmm, please." he moaned, hands clenching the fabric of his button up shirt.

"you like that?" you asked, pausing for a moment to gather your hair into a makeshift ponytail before reattaching yourself to his throbbing erection.

matt nodded eagerly, pornographic sounds coming from his mouth. his whole body was dizzy and shaking with this newfound pleasure, eyes wide as he looked at you.

"i...i need to cum!" he squealed as you started to go faster, hands clenching and unclenching his shirt as his body arched off the backseat.

before you knew it, matt was releasing into your mouth. hot, white ropes of cum coating the back of your throat. you pulled off his dick with a pop, smirking down at him.

"good boy." you praised.

"mhm." matt whimpered, voice soft and barely louder than a whisper. your boyfriend's entire face was red and glowing with the sheen of sweat, hair stuck to his forehead. matt was so out of it from the pleasure, nearly unable to form a coherent thought or sentence.

"did ya like that?" you whispered in his ear, causing chills to form on the back of matt's neck.

the boy nodded softly, still coming down from his high, completely out of it. it took him a few moments but he eventually mumbled out "yeah, yeah i-i liked that a lot."

"you got ten minutes til next period," you told him, running your hands through his fluffy, brown hair. "wouldn't want anyone to suspect anything out of you, pretty boy."

a note from the author: SHE'S BACKKKKKKK! fr though, i've missed tumblr so bad :')) i've just been struggling immensely with my health lately, BUT daylight savings is soon and so is my spring break so hopefully we get back to business 💪

❁ tags: @mattsdemi @purpledragon222 @slxtarchive @natashad0627 @quinnysnursery @tyummyz @colorthecosmos444 @lockettesstage @mattyblover07 @marrykisskilled @beautyloves @nicksbestie @mrsarnold @st7rnioioss @sturn777 @sophand4n4 @mattsdolll @lottieluhvs @reidshearts @sturns-mermaid @lovergirl4gracieabrams @emely9274 @blahbel668 @khlolovessturn @ncm9696 @raesalvatore @sturniolosymphony @eternaldesi @irene-martinez777 @mamamadssss @sofieeeeex @courta13 @blushsturns @sturnshood @owensbabygirl @strnilolover @sturniqlo

[cockettechris]

"Fuckkk, atta girl. Taking me so well." You're a mess. Mascara running down your cheeks as Chris pushes his thick cock down your throat.

It started off as you getting in between him and the counter as he got ready for bed, playing with his waistband and you gently stroking him. But now he's practically fucking your mouth as you hold onto his hips.

"Fucking—take that cock." You moan around him, one of your hands going into your soaked panties and rubbing your clit slowly. Your tongue started to cramp up but did you care? No.

Chris was in pure bliss, loving the way your warm, wet mouth felt around him. "Touching yourself while I'm using your mouth to get off? Dirty fuckin' slut." You gag around his length as he goes even deeper than before.

"Shit—gonna cum mama. Gonna let me cum in your mouth?" You nodded eagerly. With a couple more thrusts he came, his warm cum coating your mouth as you choked slightly.

"Fuckk." He said as he pulled himself out of your mouth and took your hand out of your panties which makes you whine softly. "Spit." He says, you spit his cum into his hand as he uses it to lubricate his cock.

"Turn around and bend over the counter. We ain't even close to being done baby."

A/N: I've been writing for Matt a lot and I missed Chris so. Star divider is by @mattscoquette

TAGS:

@sturnobsessedwh0re @sturniolos-manslut19 @sturniolosluttt @mattsfavbitchhh @livy4swift @pip4444chris @christophersturnn @ariastur9z @sturniolosarethebest @r0set0y @chrislilcumslvt @conspiracy-ash @courta13 @emely9274 @liiixsturniolos @ifwdominicfike @mattybsgroupie @bubblegumyumm @izzylovesmatt @lezleeferguson-120 @sturns-mermaid @pixie-sticks-are-good @cvnts4demi @joanakaulitz @strnilolover

[theyluvivi]

the birds pt 2 by the weeknd..toxictaken!matt.

warnings.ᐟ.ᐟ: MEAN matt, toxic.. sorry :( unprotected p in v (don't do this), dacryphilia, degradation, use of good girl. that's abt it.

You and Matt don't argue anymore. It's not arguing if Matt refuses to talk to you to listen to you, but today, Matt actually decided to step in. He wasn't listening until you started going on about going through his phone and about girls.

That's the reason you're in this situation now. Sweatpants pooled around your ankles, panties pushed to the side as Matt slams into from behind. "You're—" You gasp as he pushes your face in the sheets. "Terrible—"

He laughs. "You knew that, baby.. Don' act like me texting other girls is surprising," It is because he told you that he'd change for you, and you believed him. "Or are you that stupid?" He coos, thrusting into you harder. You whine, tears forming in your eyes. Matt is always so mean, so rough with you. Usually you can take it but in this situation? Oh, you're done for.

"M-matt— mhf— m sorry—" You cry out, "P-please— slowdown—!" His voice gets darker, He hits that spot inside you relentlessly, making your legs shake. "Yeah, that's it, baby, cry f'me... be a good girl and let it allllll out." All of is too much for you, you can barely think. "This is what you wanted, right? Needed me to make you go dumb on my cock?" You're unable to answer, mouth only letting out fucked out noises.

"Answer me, Slut." He slaps your ass, making you whimper. "Mhm!" He leans down your ear, "knew it. My dumb girl just wanted my attention. You don't even care about the girls, do you? You needed something to bring up."

"Uh huh—" You moan helplessly, He groans, feelings your walls flutter around. "C'mon, cum on cock— can feel you— shit!" He thrusts deeply one last time before he feels you convulse around his cock. He slowly pulls out, making you whine. "Dont worry, Ma' gonna get you all cleaned up." He presses a kiss to your back.

At least you didn't have to kick him out this time.

tags 𝜗𝜚⋆₊˚: @inspiredangel @whore4mattsturniolo @domizzzsstuff @sosasturns @drewswife @strnilolover @cvnts4demi

a/n: please like he's my friend..

[metyouinthehallway]

Sooo good holy shit

keep quiet - c. sturniolo

࣪˖ ִ⭑ ࣪ warning : choking, smut with absolutely zero plot

"Oh fuck-"

The bed creaked beneath the both of you, the headboard muffled at least by a pillow put behind it, thankfully, your idea, all whilst Chris plowed into your sweet cunt, not surprisingly, his idea.

Your legs were wrapped around his waist, dangling off his hips as each thrust caused them to bounce just a bit, your toes curling at each glorious angle he took at your core, his cock sliding in and out of your sopping, messy hole, making filthy noises mix with your muffled moans.

"Shhh baby, I know you love this cock, but you gotta keep it down.." He cooed teasingly as he looked down at you, his brunet curls hanging down near his eyes as he did, his eyes full of hunger and his mouth turned up in a grin, as if it was fun for him to be fucking his girlfriend just a few doors down from where his brothers were.

Yeah, you guys would never live it down if Nick and Matt heard... but you just couldn't help yourselves.

You two had been trying to watch a movie together in his room, not wanting to interrupt Nick with his show in the living room, but of course, it's never just a movie with you two. Hey, keyword; Trying. Well, needless to say, glances at one another whilst cuddled up together lead to wandering hands, then lips, then shared breaths and moving bodies, and soon, Chris was stifling a groan whilst slipping into your tight heat.

"Chrisss.." You whined behind your own hand, panting harshly against it as your teeth dug into your palm, trying your damn hardest to keep quiet, but it just felt so fucking good.

"It feel that good ma?" He teased in a whispered tone, slowing down his thrusts just a bit to roll his hips just right to make you go crazy, a stifled groan leaving him at how you clenched around him out of pleasure. "Jesus- fuck- this pussy's fuckin' amazing, baby-" He panted, giving a slow, deep thrust that had both of you nearly rolling your eyes back.

He started picking back up, his thrusts quickening once more as the two of you rocked the bed, the pleasure twisting your stomach in delicious ways, fire burning deep within you as your nails dragged lines down his back, pulling a groaned whine from his lips.

"Chris- Fuck- Mm!" You whined, your noises getting louder than they should've, your hand slipping from covering your mouth in the heat of the pleasurable moment, getting lost in your foggy, fuzzy mind with each thrust he gave. "Don't- Don't stop- Please, Chris- Oh God-"

Suddenly, your words were cut off, your eyes widening as you felt pressure around your throat, realizing that Chris held his hand around it, looking down at you with dark, lustful eyes. A gasp left your kiss-swollen lips in an attempt to speak, but that was it, nothing but whines and gasps of what was meant to be your voice.

"I told you to be quiet, ma," Chris panted, a strangled groan leaving his throat at how fucked out you looked, your pretty eyes looking up at him like a needy puppy, parted lips nearly glistening with drool, edges of your hair sticking to your forehead from the sweat.

"Guess I gotta take it into my own hands, too drunk on my cock to understand, right?" He teased, a choked whimper leaving you as the only form of an answer you could give, making him breathlessly chuckle. "Yeah, 'm fuckin' right, baby."

The tips of his fingers pressed just right against the sides of your neck, making you take in a sharp breath that hardly went through. Fuzz rimmed your eyes as your mouth fell open, gasped noises coming out that were meant to be words, only choked out moans mixing in with the creak of the bed.

Time and reason molded together, your eyes blurring in vision as one of your hands gripped his forearm, your nails digging into his skin as you felt that knot in your stomach pull tighter and tighter, gasped noises leaving your lips as Chris pressed his forehead to yours, his pants and words starting to muffle in your ears.

"That's it, mama, come on this dick," He panted, his voice a near whine as his hips jerked a bit sporadically, so close to reaching his peak too from just looking at you, his other hand gripping the sheets so hard, his knuckles turned white. "C'mon baby, c'mon-"

Snap.

You felt your vision go practically white as your body shook, eyes rolling back as your back arched from the bed, spasming around Chris's cock as you felt your orgasm practically wash over you in tidal waves. You hardly even realized he'd let go of your throat as you were slack-jawed in a silent scream, noises finally leaving your mouth as you gasped for air.

"Oh God!-" Your hand slapped over your mouth in a weak attempt to hide the words, feeling as Chris's hips stuttered before he released spurts of thick, warm cum inside you, coating your walls as he fucked his seed into you, your head thrown back in pure bliss.

"Shit shit shit- Fuuuuck-" He panted, his lips against the column of your throat as his hips gave a few more reluctant thrusts, before he huffed out a breath and finally stopped, his body practically shaking as he panted with you, your hand finally falling from your mouth.

"Holy... shit.." He breathlessly said between pants against your neck, the two of you a sweaty, tangled mess of limps now as you both came down from your highs.

Your senses returned to you slowly as you breathed, vision and hearing coming back, though you missed that pressure around your throat without Chris's hand there anymore. Fuck, you guys had to do that more...

As Chris moved his lips up to your cheek, you could feel his grin against your skin before he even chuckled, a raspy little breathless "what..?" leaving your lips.

"You're droolin', ma." He cheesed against your cheek, pressing little pecs there in between chuckles as you tried to turn your head away and weakly shoved at his shoulder, your voice still breathy as you scolded him with a smile and rosy cheeks.

"Shut up"

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chapter 2 — damage control

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A MIX OF TEXTS, MISSED CALLS, and twitter notifications had flooded your phone. you barely had time to register what was going on before a call from your boss came through.

you sat up so fast you damn near gave yourself whiplash. what the fuck now?

and then you saw it. blurry, paparazzi shots of her. looking all sad and brokenhearted, sitting outside some overpriced café with sunglasses on and an untouched oat milk latte. the caption was making it way worse.

“chris’ ex seen looking devastated just days after viral cheating scandal”

oh, for fuck’s sake.

“chris.”

he barely even looked up, shirtless and posted up on his couch, scrolling through his phone like nothing was happening.

“chris.”

“mhm.” he lazily scooped another bite of cinnamon toast crunch into his mouth, unbothered as hell. you resisted the urge to snatch the bowl out of his hands.

“have you seen this?” you gestured at your screen.

“yeah,” he said through a mouthful of cereal. “kinda crazy.”

“kinda crazy?” you repeated, voice high-pitched in disbelief. “she looks like she’s about to drop a whole heartbreak album and you’re just sitting here eating cereal?”

he shrugged, resting the bowl on his stomach. “what you want me to do? cry about it?”

you exhaled sharply, dragging a hand over your face. how was he so nonchalant about his own damn scandal? “okay, well, better start doin' something. because now, you look like the villain.”

he rolled his eyes. “and? people already hate me. why you stressing?”

you scrolled through the endless tweets dragging him, practically feeling your blood pressure rise. “because, dumbass, this makes you look desperate. like you’re waiting around for her.”

and that got his attention.

he paused mid bite, brow raising slightly. “huh.” he chewed for a second, thinking. “yeah, that’s not gonna work.”

you watched him sit up, stretching like this was just another tuesday, not a full blown pr crisis.

“alright,” he exhaled. “guess i gotta do something.”

you crossed your arms. “like what?”

he smirked. “like get a new girl.”

“no.”

“yes.”

“absolutely the fuck not.”

“why not? it makes sense.”

you threw your phone onto his couch, resisting the urge to strangle him. “because it’s stupid. and it’s literally the most obvious move in the book.”

“doesn’t mean it won’t work,” he countered, that signature cocky smirk still on his face. “c’mon, imagine the headlines.”

you already could, unfortunately.

“chris seen with mystery girl just days after scandal”

“chris rebounds with someone unexpected”

“who is the woman stealing chris’ attention?”

except—wait. he wasn’t looking at his phone anymore.

he was looking at you.

“nah.” you shook your head immediately. “nope. don’t even say it.”

“c’mon, ma,” he said, voice smooth, persuasive. “you’re perfect for this.”

“i am not.”

“you literally work in pr. this is your thing.”

“this is insane.”

“nah, it’s smart.” he leaned back, arms stretched over the couch. “you’re already around me all the time, it wouldn’t look forced. plus, you know how to make it believable.”

“you are out of your fucking mind.”

“you’d get hella publicity too,” he added. “like, genius pr agent takes on the impossible task of rebranding me? and then falls for me in the process? c’mon, that’s fire.”

“no.”

“yes.”

but then your phone buzzed with a new headline.

“a source close to chris says he’s ‘doing his own thing’”

you groaned. because if there was one thing worse than fake dating chris, it was letting his ex win the pr game.

he saw your hesitation immediately.

and he smirked.

“knew you’d come around, babe.”

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fully introducing… dilf!brat tamer!chris and soft!brat!reader.

contains: smut (fingering, p in v), unprotected sex (creampie), rough sex, dom!chris, orgasm denial, slight degradation (?), pet names.

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you huffed for what would’ve been the tenth time that night; you crossed your arms but immediately put them down as soon as chris’ low, stern voice spoke into your ear. “be a good girl, doll; you’re gettin’ on my last nerve.”

it was a warning, something that should’ve gotten you to behave. though you couldn’t help but ignite the cheeky girl in you as his tongue poked the inside of his cheek, trying to remain calm. you loved testing his patience, getting him to his breaking point. deep inside, chris knew that, but oh, how he loved taking the last laugh.

“but i want to go home,” you pouted, tugging on his jacket as he scanned his surroundings, checking to see if anyone was watching you throw a fit. he was furious, to say the least; you had been acting up the second the two of you arrived at a party he was invited to. he was rooting for having a good time, then if you were good, he was going to reward his pretty doll afterwards.

“please? this place is so boring and m'getting cold.” you whined, giving him your best puppy eyes. however, chris was completely over it; all he wanted to do was get home and use his toy. “you wanna go home, dollie?”

your face perked up, a giant smile tugging at your lips. you won. or so that's what you think. “yes. i want to go home now.” you said confidently, chris couldn't help but bite down his smirk. “yeah? get y’ass in the car and wait for me; i’m gonna go say ‘bye’ then.”

you squealed as chris’ hand came in contact with your bare ass, your skirt hiked up to your waist—not even daring to take your clothes off. he had you on his bed, face down, ass up, as he stood behind you, his hand finger-fucking your swollen cunt.

“do you think you deserve my cock or to cum after whinin’ in my ear all night? huh?” he roughly asked, his fingers curling inside you, making your own toes curl. he had denied you two orgasms already, making you desperate and sticky. you shook your head, whimpering as yet another knot forms in your stomach.

chris removes his hand from your ass cheek and to your hair, gripping it to give you a nice, harsh tug. “i’m fuckin’ talkin’ to you, mama. y’going speechless on me all of a sudden?”

“n-no,” you blurted out, your eyes leaking rain on the wrinkled sheets as your thighs shook. you were on the edge, about to cum, when chris took his fingers out of your sloppy heat once again.

he chuckled hearing your desperate sobs, “no, what, toy? use your fuckin’ brain and talk right.”

you whimpered, your hole clenching around nothing as your orgasm fades away. “n-no, i don’t deserve to cum… or your cock.” you cried, your tears staining your flushed face, ruining your makeup. you looked like a fucking wreck, but chris always thought you looked best in tears.

“say you’re sorry and that you won’t throw a fit when i'm with friends.” he demanded, his fingers running through your puffy folds. both his ring and middle fingers drew circles onto your clit, making you jump up from the stimulation.

you gasped, pulling the sheets to get a firm grip. “won’t do it again. m'sorry, baby, please.” you begged, no longer feeling his touch anymore. you squirmed, wiggling your ass in the air as you heard a soft thud—his jeans falling onto the floor. you almost lifted your head to look, but you knew your chances of getting a release weren’t guaranteed.

chris stroked his dick, coating himself with the remainder of your arousal on his hand. he thought about leaving you like this, needy and messy with your slick folds. though, he couldn't do that, not when he wanted to give you a deep fixing.

without a warning, chris plunged his cock into your pussy, holding you down by the back of your neck with his hand. “yeah? not gonna do it again right, mama? y'gonna behave like the pretty doll you are?” he groaned, hearing the wet noises your heat was making against his dick.

“uh-huh,” you breathed out; it was all too much for your brain—your eyes were droopy, and muffled sobs, along with saliva, left your lips as his hips snapped against yours. chris’ nails dug deep into your skin, leaving crescent moon marks.

chris groaned; your gummy walls gripped onto his angry length each time his hips pulled away. his hand on your hair pulled you back against his chest, nuzzling his face into your neck. “wakey, wakey, dollie,” he cooed, licking a strip up to your earlobe, tugging it with his teeth.

“did you learn your lesson now, baby? hmm?" he smirked, his free hand snaked around your tummy, feeling himself each time he thrusted. “or do i need to deny you another orgasm?”

“no, chris, please no. i’ll be a good girl, i promise.” you whined, your hand looped under his arm, gripping onto his bicep as if your life depended on it.

he placed a kiss onto your neck, his low voice whispering into your ear, “yeah? go ahead and cum on my cock, then, ma. show me what a good girl you can be.”

your own nails dug into his skin as a loud moan escaped your lips—finally getting the release your pussy ached for. your tummy clenched as he continued to fuck you, aiming for his orgasm. your mouth hung low; noises that came out sounded almost like screams. your mind and body felt too overwhelmed, as his load spurted deep.

“fuck,” you fell forward; your body felt weak and tired. your eyes fluttered shut, almost snoozing off till you felt a light shake followed by a kiss onto your cheek.

“good girl, doll. all good? yeah?” he smiled softly as he watched you nod, rubbing your back to provide ease and comfort. “head up, dollie. gotta clean you up and put you in pjs first.”

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You Don’t Own Me

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Chris Sturniolo lives by his own rules, refusing to be controlled. Some see him as a rebel, a troublemaker—but is that the full truth? Meanwhile, Y/N is focused on making the most of her last year of high school, determined to have a normal teenage experience. But when their worlds collide, they realize they may have more in common than they ever expected.

WARNINGS: Mentions of family death

A/N: I love Matt but I hate Matt but like ???

With love and big tits, Rose

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P8: Don't

wc: 2400+

Part of me is begging for Matt to walk in through that door—tear me away from this horrid tension as Chris stares down at me with his arms crossed over his chest. But he doesn’t. The door stays deathly still, the entire room falling into an uncomfortable silence as I sit up straighter on the couch. 

“Why’re you in my house, hm?” he questions, cocking an eyebrow at me as he stalks closer. He lazily plops down on the opposite side of the couch, petting Trevor as the dog curls into a ball between us, “-and why’re you telling my dog you need to piss?” 

“Why are you eavesdropping?” I huff, shaking my head and keeping my eyes set infront of me while standing up and walking down to the bathroom.

How long was he standing there? 

What did he hear? 

I do my business quickly. I take a deep breath, sighing and looking at my reflection in the mirror. God, I look tired—drained, even. 

Walking back into the living room, I see Chris nearly completely sprawled out on the couch. His arm crossed beneath his head, his legs extended but slightly bent—leaving the smallest amount of room for me to sit back down. 

“Trev went to keep my dad company,” he says. I nod while sitting stiffly in the open space. Of course he had to sprawl out—make this entire situation even more uncomfortable. 

“-and, I wasn’t eavesdropping. It’s hard not to hear when you’re yapping so damn loud. In my house, with my dad. Fuckin’ weird if you ask me.” 

His tone is almost bitter—a certain sharpness to his words that felt a little different than his usual insults or remarks. 

“Shut up, Chris,” I breathe, rolling my eyes as I stare around the living room. The only light seeping in through the curtain is that damn streetlight—flickering and blinking on the verge of its life. 

What’s taking Matt so long? 

“Hey, don’t take your shitty date out on me, I didn’t do anything–”

“Really?” I cut off, staring at him with squinted eyes. 

Chris shrugs, his tongue prodding from the inside of his cheek. “Sorry. I guess I’m just upset that you’re in my house, talking to my dad. Don’t you have anyone else to talk to?” he snorts. 

As his eyes gaze into mine, I feel my face fall. “Not really.” 

The statement makes his glare soften to an unreadable expression. He clears his throat, adjusting and sitting up further. He almost looks… sorry?

“Do you know when Matt will be back?” I ask, tapping my foot on the floor as I look towards the front door. 

“I have his location, but my phone is in my room,” Chris announces, his eyes glazed over while he stares at his lap. 

My hands rub together as I hesitantly look over at him. “Can we… can we go look, maybe?” I offer.

Chris nods, his bottom lip stuck between his teeth as he nudges his head for me to follow. I get up, following his steps as we make the familiar path towards his room, my feet stumbling to a halt as I hover in the doorway. 

He rummages towards his nightstand, holding up his phone attached to a charger. His face creases as he looks over at me. “It’s dead. You can, uh—you can sit if you want to.” 

I hesitantly shift further into the room, sitting on the edge of the bed while looking towards my hands. I can feel the rummaging thoughts piling over top of one another, the sensation of panic settling in as the silence consumes the room. 

“Why do you look so nervous, damn,” he laughs, sitting down on his bed with his back resting against the headboard.

I shrug, sucking my lips between my teeth while briefly shaking my head. “Because,” I trail off, sighing as I feel him stare at me, waiting for a response, “-you’re just… I don’t know—you, ugh.” 

Chris shifts, his feet tapping on the floor as he sits on the edge of the bed next to me. “I’m just what?” he taunts. 

My mouth opens to respond, but my face tilts as I see a bright illumination from his phone screen—not the display when the device wakes up after being dead. 

“I thought your phone was dead?” I question. His eyes bulge. He shakes his head, leaning over and turning the device face down. What the fuck? “What am I in here, Chris? What—what games are you playing now?” 

Chris scratches the back of his neck. His eyes wander everywhere around the room, avoiding my gaze at all cost. 

“Whatever,” I huff, starting to stand up. 

My actions are halted by a warm hand landing over my thigh. I look down, seeing his fingers spread with a rough grip, softening as he sighs. “I—just—fuck,” he curses, removing his hand as if it had been burned. 

The thump of my pulse gets quieter. I analyze his face, watching as his jaw clicks tighter. Some part of me seems to soften. I reach out, hesitating as I hold my hand above his shoulder before laying it gently on him. 

“What’s going on? I’m not mad, I’m just…” I shake my head, looking into his eyes as I try to take a deep breath, “-confused.” 

Chris licks over his lips, his hand rubbing over his face as he slumps down and stares at his lap. “I… I wanted to, um—well, I—fuck, this is so hard,” he hisses. 

I watch as he tugs at the roots of his hair, hunching over and placing his elbows on his knees. I let my hand slide down, gently rubbing on his back. He’s been a real dick, but something about him makes everything seem so hazy, like I can never really tell what his true intentions are. 

He was hurt—brutally hurt. And I could understand that more than I wanted to. I knew how it felt to lose someone and have everything change. 

“I don’t know how to even explain—”

“Then don’t,” I interrupt. 

Chris stares at me over his shoulder. His lips press into a thin line, his eyes squinting as if he’s in pain. “Why are you not mad?” he asks. 

I shrug. My eyes drift to his window before tracing back to his face. “I can see you’re trying. Even though whatever is going on seems hard for you… you’re trying,” I answer. 

“Not hard enough,” he snorts, sitting up. 

My hand falls from his back. I hesitantly place it back into my lap, staring at my fingers as I nervously fiddle with them. “Maybe ‘cause you’re not giving yourself any credit.” 

The pointed statement seems to make the silence sink in once more, but this time, it doesn’t feel awkward. It feels calm—peaceful, even. Like he’s letting my words wash over him. 

He lets himself hunch over once more, his hands knotting through his hair aggressively. I wince hearing him hiss as his fingers get stuck in a tangle, my hands shooting up before I can stop myself. 

“What are you doing—”

Chris falls silent, uncomfortably tilting his head as I try to drift my fingers through the knot. “Just let me help.” 

The hair is stubborn. It probably wouldn’t be so knotted if he wasn’t yanking at it so harshly.

“Just…” I huff, “-just lay down. It’ll be easier.” 

He goes stiff, slowly relaxing as his head falls into my lap. I slowly start from the bottom of the knot, working my way towards his scalp. His hair is soft despite the tangle. 

“Chris?” I whisper, my hands clutching towards my chest as I wait for him to move.

But he doesn’t. The only movement is his shoulders sliding up and down with deep breaths. He’s asleep—his head cradled in my lap as I sit on the edge of the bed. 

My eyes start to droop, my hands guiding back into his hair as I brush through the soft strands. Every breath starts to get deeper. I feel myself leaning forward and to the side, crossing my free arm under my head as I rest on his shoulder. 

I like this side of him. I just wish I got to see it more. 

___

“-wake up, c’mon,” 

Peeping one eye open, I see Matt standing in front of me, his hand gently shaking my shoulder. I look down to see Chris in the same position. 

“I’ll take you home, sorry,” Matt whispers, nudging his head towards the door as he walks out. 

What time is it even? 

My body shifts slowly as I move him to lay on the bed. A frown crawls on my face as I watch Chris’s face furrow, his hands grasping onto the sheets as if he’s looking for something. 

I reach out, petting my hand over his cheek and watching him relax once more. His lips puff open with a subtle snore. Hazily, I stand up, analyzing his face as I creep backward. 

“Ready?” Matt asks, looking up from his phone with a shit-eating grin. 

I nod, squinting my eyes with a smile as I wiggle my brows. He blushes, tucking his phone back in his pocket before stalking further with quiet steps. 

As soon as we step out the door, he hands me his phone. I look down at the screen, my eyes going wide as a smile covers my face. It’s a picture—him and Mia, her lips pecking his cheek as he smiles towards the camera. She seems to be holding the phone, her nose crinkled upward and smushed against his cheek. 

That’s adorable. 

“Oh my god! See—you didn’t need me,” I laugh, slapping his phone back into his chest. 

Matt slips the device back into his pocket, walking by my side as we stroll down the path back to my house. “I know, but—thank you. I know you didn’t exactly wanna go,” he remarks. 

Do I tell him? I had already vented to Jimmy. There was no point in spoiling his night with my shitty experience. 

“Is this why you woke me up? Wanted to brag, hm?” I taunt, bumping into his shoulder playfully. 

The quiet neighborhood is deathly calm, but I can feel his excitement radiating off his energy. He’s so giddy—it’s relieving. 

At least it was worth that dumb fucking date.

“I did wanna tell you, I’m not gonna lie,” he mentions, laughing as we turn down the corner to my street, “-but, I also wanted to make sure you got home and your mom wouldn’t be mad or anything, I guess. Or that you wouldn’t have to spend the night with fuckin’ Chris again.”

The scoff in his tone pokes at something in my chest, a sharp sensation flooding over me as I mutter beneath my breath, “It’s not like it’s bad. He was actually being—”

“Don’t.” Matt says. 

My steps halt on the pavement. I look up to Matt, watching him stop and stare back at me with a sigh falling from his lips. 

“Look,” he starts, tugging on my sleeve as we continue walking again, “-I’m saying this as your friend. Chris… he’s not ready for this type of stuff. You—you’re only gonna end up hurt, okay? Just… don’t.” 

Oh. 

My tired eyes flutter with fast blinks. Maybe it was the exhaustion—maybe it was because the air felt too cold blowing into my eyes, but I could feel the heat rush upward, my vision becoming blurry as I blink away tears.

“I’m not… I—I don’t know what’s going on. He just seems so…”

“Lost? Lonely?” Matt fills in. 

I nod, pulling at my clothes as my nose starts to twitch from the cold wind. 

“Chris… he just—he hasn’t coped well, you know? Losing our mom was hard, but our brother–-Nick—that… he can’t look at me anymore. He can barely look at himself,” Matt sighs. 

The lump in my throat is uncomfortable. I swallow thickly, wincing as I feel it glide down into my chest and create a distracting pressure. “I’m confused. What do you—what do you mean?” I ask. 

I feel the energy shift before any words escape his mouth. Everything seems to get eerily quiet, the comforting silence gaining tension as curiosity rings through the air. 

“Nick, our brother. We, um—we’re triplets, or… were? I just… Chris was the most dependant, “ he huffs, laughing dryly, “He was the only one to never be away from one of us for 24 hours, the kid literally couldn’t go a day without saying goodnight to both of us and—”

Matt chokes up on his words. He sniffles, shaking his head furiously while looking down at his feet as we walk slower. “I thought he’d rely on me after everything. But, we’re triplets—identical. He—he couldn’t even look at me without—” 

I place my hand on his shoulder as his sentence falls flat. Matt takes a deep breath, sighing as he places his hand over mine, pulling it towards his chest while holding it tightly. 

“Listen to me,” my ears perk at his words, his eyes looking into mine with raw emotion, “-don’t. He’s not ready, he’s…”

“I get it,” I interrupt, watching as Matt nods, slowly dropping my hand. He stays put as I walk up the two cement stairs to the entrance of my house. 

I pull out my keys, inserting them slowly into the keyhole of my front door, gently pushing it open before giving him one last look over my shoulder. “Thanks,” I mouth, trying to be as silent as possible as I hear the dark home echo with the slightest whisper. 

“Thank you,” he whispers back, nodding affirmatively before turning on the heel of his shoe, walking away as I shut the door. 

It shouldn’t hurt. Chris was more mean to me than anything else. In fact, I’d never even had him truly apologize—not with his words. 

But I didn’t really crave an apology.

I just want to understand.

[phone4pills]

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you want Chris’ love. he wants your ass. are you really about to do this ?

“Back up for me.” He didn’t hesitate, fingers drawn to your hip the second your ass hovered over his thigh, getting closer and closer until it hit his lower stomach. Chris groaned, sliding one hand up your body, getting a feel for himself; grasping your throat as though you weren’t out of breath as it was.

He snickered, pulling your head back as far as he could. “What? Y’not gonna get these pants off, baby?” His words lingered with the sinister honey dripping in his voice, sweet but all the same smug. Your arms moved behind your back, hands trying to find his zipper. Chris guided your hand towards it, at a painfully slow pace. You pulled his zipper down, eventually getting his pants down far enough.

There was no hiding his arousal under the thin layer that was his skims boxers. You slowly rolled your hips back, ass moving along his tent with a comfortable ease. Chris’ pelvis pushed into you, urging you to please him already. The man was far from patient.

You blushed, taking the fabric of his boxers between his fingers and pulling them down. His cock spring out, leaving a messy line of precum on your lower back. He hissed, grabbing you swiftly by the waist and pulling you off his thighs, easing you down onto his dick only seconds later. The stretch was unexpected but fuck it felt good.

You began to shift back and forth, a moan tearing through the heat in the room. Chris watched in awe as you moved along him, wanting to feel the rub of every wall, the squeeze into every crevice. Your head fell back, to which Chris sat up slightly, grabbing as much of your hair as he could in one fist. “Fuckin’ harder. I know you can.” You choked a gasp, causing his brows to furrow in disgust.

“Quit being a fuckin’ baby. Cmon, neither of us are leaving before I turn your insides white.” You gradually pushed hard enough, bouncing up and down on his cock. Chris groaned into your ear, his hot breath lingering on your neck for a moment. His tongue made a red, glossy mess of the skin caught between his teeth. You gripped his thighs, trying to persevere.

So much was going on. The sound of your ass slapping his crotch, the jockeys all over your neck. Chris’ possessive but satisfying hold on your hips, giving you the most help he was willing to. His chest against your back, slowly parting ways as he made his head comfortable on the headboard again.

“Chris! I’m gonna~” Your sentence was interrupted by an orgasm coming on hard, completely overriding any kind of thought that you may or may not have harnessed prior. Eyes rolling back, legs shaking: it meant fuck all to Chris. He still needed more. He began you guide you over his dick, hitting him where he needed it.

“Shit, m’doin’ all the work here.” He grunted, forcing you to keep riding him, despite how burnt out you were. But you wanted to make him cum. That’s the most dominance you’d get over him, even though you were already literally on top of him.

Chris bucked his hips into you, head sinking into the pillow beneath him. “Fuck me. Yeah, yeah just like that. Look at her, fuckin’ bouncing all on my dick.” Though he wouldn’t admit it, you looked sexy. It was a divine sight, the fat on your ass taking up most of his view, the cum leaking out of you into the dip between his legs. His blunt fingertips embedded into your skin, deeper and deeper until they couldn’t physically get past your ribs.

“Keep- fuck- keep going.” His cock twitched inside of you, tip aching with desperation. Then it snapped. You whined at the new found heat in your pussy. But Chris’ hand came over your mouth quick, hoisting you down so you lay on top of him, chests rising and falling.

“Shut up, just- jus’ give me a minute.”

— just gonna leave this here … ! divider by @strnilolover

- ©phone4pills

[y2kstarr]

gimme attention - c. sturniolo

˖ ִ⭑ ࣪ warning : thigh fucking, needy sub!Chris, usage of mama and pup/puppy

"C'monnn ma," Chris whined whilst snuggled up against you, his chin resting on your tummy as his arms were wrapped around your frame, his big blue puppy eyes coming into effect, only to be trifled by your attention rather catered to your phone that to him. "Pay attention to me, please??"

But you just kept looking at your phone, scrolling through your feed instead of paying him any mind. Was it petty? Yeah. Did he deserve it? Probably not. But he should've thought better before bragging to his friends that he was nothing less than some godlike dom in bed and had you, quote unquote "begging till your makeup ran down your cheeks in pretty tears."

He wasn't... wrong, to some extent. He was damn good in bed when you let him take over, but in no way did those few times warrant you getting reduced to some cliché whore from a porno in a conversation with his friends... ok maybe a little too far, but still, you had the right to be petty.

You heard him let out a huff before you felt as he started to sit up, his hands grasping under your knees to lift them a bit, hooking your legs over his thighs as he sat on his knees with his legs open, feeling as he gave a playful press against your ass, which made you aware of the already forming bulge in his sweats.

"No, Chris." You simply said without looking up from your phone, practically hearing his pout as he let out a needy whine, his hands sliding down your thighs to grip at your hips and waist, leaning down as you felt his lips start to press kisses against your tummy from where your shirt rose up.

"Please?" He begged between kisses, hands slowly sliding up your shirt as he looked up at you in search of any attention you might give him. Nothing. "'M sorry bout what I said, I didn't mean it.." You almost fell for his pleading voice, his sweetly sorrowful, begging words, but then you felt as his hand started to tug at your shorts.

The moment you moved the phone away from your face, your eyes glared at him... but you stopped yourself from shoving him off. Seeing the way he looked at you like a puppy begging for treats, annoyance turned to interest as an idea formed in your head.

"Y'know what, baby?..." You cooed, putting your phone down on the sheets, watching him perk up as you slowly parted your thighs a bit more, an invitation for him that had him taking in an excited breath.

Before you can say anything else, he's instantly tugging your shorts off, tossing them aside as his palms slide against the soft expanse of your plush thighs. "Thank you, ma, thank you," He grinned happily against your tummy, kissing your soft skin and trailing down as his hands slid to your hips, fingertips inching under the lace of your panties.

One, two, three more kisses, right along your abdomen before he goes to press one more where he's been dying to touch...

Suddenly, you grip his hair before his lips even meet the lace fabric, a sharp inhale sounding from him at your fingers tangled within his brunet curls, his sweet blue eyes looking up at you in confusion, his hands stopping themselves from pulling your panties down.

"Uh-uh, bad pups don't get a treat," You scolded him, the pet name making him visibly perk up and twitch in his boxers, his adorably confused yet attentive expression making you give false sympathy. "Aww, what? If you're gonna act like such a filthy dog around your friends, I might as well treat you like the mutt you are, right?"

You lift his head up from between your thighs, closing them together and hearing the pathetic whimper he lets out. "Please, mama? Please? 'Said I was sorry—"

You felt as he gave a weak grind against your closed thighs, the position he was now reduced to giving you such a power high, and in a single moment, your beautiful idea solidified. As fun as it would be to deprive him of anything for the day, it was so much better to watch him act like a bitch in heat for you.

"You make use of what I'm giving you, Chris, or you're getting nothing." You threatened, watching as he looked a bit confused, looking down at your plush, pressed together thighs, before it seemed to click in his head.

He looked as if he internally battled with himself, weighing his options here between getting nothing or going to that extent just to get himself off.

"C'mon, Chris," You gave a little wiggle with your hips just to seal it, a devilish smirk on your lips. "You know you want to."

Oh, fuck it.

With your bottom lip between your teeth, you watched as he tugged down his sweats and boxers, his cock springing out as the head already weeped pre-cum, a held back whine barely heard as it pressed a bit against your thighs, already showing how needy he was getting.

He looked up at you with pleading eyes, making you wonder what he was asking for, before his eyes signaled over to the drawer on your bedside table that held a bottle of lube.

You raised an eyebrow at him before crossing your arms. "What? You said you do everything in bed, right?" You reminded him of his words to his friends, watching as he practically gave you an apology bow, guilty puppy dog eyes looking at you before he moved towards the bedside table and tugged the drawer open, pulling out the lube and getting back into place.

His hands opened your thighs just a bit, his palm smearing lube between them before stroking his cock with some, a whimper bit back as you gave him a sharp look, his hand moving away and tossing the bottle aside in a near scrambled motion.

God... you should totally get him a collar and leash after this.

Shaky hands pushed your thighs together, his adorable puppy eyes looking at you for permission, a smirk coming to your lips as you gave a nod. "Go ahead, pup."

Holding your thighs together and positioning just right, he finally moved. "O–oh fuck—" Chris whimpered as he pushed his cock between your plush thighs with ease, his hands tightening their grip as he slowly thrusted his hips, both of you watching the tip of his leaking cock peaking out.

"That's it, puppy." You cooed, watching the head of his cock retreat back between your thighs before peaking back out. A shaky groan was heard from Chris as he trained his eyes on the sight too before starting to thrust a bit more, the slick sound of his cock between your thighs making your cunt clench around nothing.

"Look at that. So desperate, you're fucking my thighs," You teased with a mean giggle as he whined, his hips sputtering as he picked up pace a bit.

The bed creaked softly beneath the two of you, the sound mixing with Chris fucking your thighs and his needy whines, the state of him making you watch his face instead. Each thrust, each squeeze of your thighs, made his face contort beautifully in pleasure, his fingers digging into your skin.

"Mm– Fuck– mama—" Whines poured from his lips, the tip of his cock pressing against the lace fabric of your panties as he thrusted once more, his hips starting to move a bit faster as he panted and whined like a needy dog.

Continuing with watching the show in front of you, your hands moved to his knees, loosely holding them before you squeezed your thighs tightly together, hearing the choked out moan Chris gave at the feeling.

"Oh fu— m–mama— oh god, p–please—" He begged you, hips faltering for a moment as his palms slipped, instead finding purchase on your hips as he started fucking your thighs faster. His whines mixed with the increasing creak of the bed, pants spilling from his open mouth as you noticed drool on his bottom lip.

"Shit, puppy," You giggled as you caressed his knees with your nails, feeling his thigh tense from the tingling sensation. "Feel so good it's got you drooling now?"

The only response you could get from him was a quick nod and more whines, your nails then digging into his knees to get a better answer whilst you loosened your thighs around his cock, making him whine pathetically in need.

"Nn– Yes y–yes mama— so fucking good—" He babbled, tears visibly coming to his eyes as you granted him the treat of squeezing your thighs together once more. A blissful whimper escaped him before his hips pistoned forward once more, pants leaving him as his grip tightened on your hips, the sound of skin slapping against skin echoing through your room.

"'M– 'M so close, mama– please— please lemme cum mama– please—" He begged and babbled helplessly, near tears as his body started to tremble, knowing damn well that, in times like this, he had to hold it until you said he could cum.

Oh how he wanted you to not be so cruel this time, but with the way your lips curled into a devilish smirk, there was no way in hell that would be the case.

"You wanna cum, pup?"

"yes mama—"

"Hmm?"

"Y–yes mama—"

"Ohh... I don't know if I should let you, puppy."

"Please, mommy, pleasee—" He nearly sobbed as his body tensed and shook, his hips stilling as he held himself back the best he could, panting hard as his cock twitched and throbbed between your thighs, just begging to spill his load.

His forehead rested against your knees, whines leaving his mouth pathetically as you watched him twitch and tremble a few moments more. Oh, that collar and leash were getting delivered this coming weekend. 100 fucking percent.

His breathing hitched as he felt your nails caress his knees again, your hips rolling slowly to give him that friction he was dying for, before you finally cooed those heavenly words to him. "Cum for me, puppy."

"Oh thank you— thank you mama— thank you thank you thank you—" He babbled mindlessly as he thrusted his hips once more, pants leaving his lips as he started to tremble and quicken his motions, his breaths getting shaky and choppy as his grip on you tightened.

"O–oh god— 'm cum— 'm cumming!" A pathetic, whiny moan left his lips as his hips stuttered before he finally came, hot and thick glossy ropes spurting from his cock over your panties, your tummy, even up to your chest– and fuck he was lost.

"F–fuck— Oh my fu—" His voice cracked, all wrecked and fucked out, as eyes rolled back into his head, his hips twitching and pressing hard against your thighs, as if they were milking his cock entirely.

His cock gave a few more pathetic little spurts of cum until he was finally done, his head falling to her knees once more as he took hard and shaky breaths, his thighs quivering, his hands stuck gripping your hips tightly.

You smiled at the sight of him, so utterly fucked out without you having to do hardly anything. A whine pulled from him as you squeezed your thighs one more time before loosening, giggling at his state before reaching a hand up and running your fingers through his hair, your nails caressing his scalp.

"Feelin' better now, puppy?" You cooed softly.

"y—yes.. mama.."

"You learn your lesson?"

"yes... yes mama.."

You giggled softly as his body started to melt and loosen now, all spent and tired. Clean up could wait, you'd handle the rest later.

"Good boy."

a/n : Got inspo from this twitter vid (nsfw p!link) and thought "mhmmm- Chris 😋"

I miiight have an obsession with either party getting fucked dumb/fucking themselves dumb 🙄😔

Thank you guys so much for all the love on my last drabble!!! KFNOSNFKDN- (me tryna be nonchalant and failing miserably ToT) I seriously can't express how happy it makes me, can't wait to make more for y'all :]

Hope you guys like! Inbox is wide open for requests or just chatting :3

tags : @sillysillymatt, @jcsturniolo11, @strnilolover, @whore4mattsturniolo

dividers → @dollywons

[louilies]

ur my favorite person to be fucking weird with

Chris is half-asleep when you say it. Slumped into the couch, hoodie bunched up around his shoulders, a half-eaten bag of chips balancing on his stomach. He’s been stuck in some YouTube hole for the last hour, clicking through videos about shit neither of you understand, but it’s background noise at this point.

You don’t even mean to say it out loud—it’s just one of those things that lives in your brain rent-free, bouncing around until it slips out. "My love language is telling you every single lil weird thought on my mind," you mumble, picking at the edge of your sleeve.

Chris doesn’t react for a second. Just blinks, brows furrowing, like his brain is buffering. Then he snorts, this dumb, sleepy laugh that makes your chest feel all warm. "Yeah? That why I know way too much about what you’d do in a zombie apocalypse?"

You roll your eyes. "It’s important information."

"Or how many raccoons you think you could take in a fight?"

"I stand by my answer."

Chris grins, all lopsided and soft, turning his head to look at you fully. His eyes are sleepy but bright, and his voice drops a little when he says, "I like it."

You frown. "Like what?"

He shrugs. "That you tell me shit. Even the dumbest, weirdest, most psychotic thoughts. I wanna know all of it."

Your heart does this dumb thing, skipping like a scratched CD, and suddenly it’s too much. Too sweet. You grab the bag of chips off his stomach and chuck one at his face. "Okay, loser, shut up."

Chris laughs again, shoving at your arm, and you know without a doubt—you’d tell him every single fucking thought in your head forever if it meant hearing that laugh again.

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A/N: I'm not used to write fics like this but hey tell me if u like thissss!