#Sturniolo triplets x you

[eclipsturns]

⎯⎯⎯⎯ NOW YOU'RE WATCHING ... uber driver!matt fucks you after a shitty date.

your date was a bust; some guy named andrew who spent two hours at a shitty diner droning about his gym routine, barely looking up from his phone, leaving you bored and dry as hell. you’re more than done with this, heels clicking on the curb as you book an uber, the night air cool against your skin, your little black dress hugging your curves, wasted on a dud.

a black, beat-up sedan with cracked windows rolls up and matt (or at least that's the name on your phone) slides into view, leaning an elbow out, smirking like he’s already got you figured out. he’s all messy brown hair, sharp jaw, plaid shirt unbuttoned over a white tee, eyes raking you up and down with zero shame.

“rough night, huh? y’look like you just escaped a fuckin’ coma,” he says, voice low and lazy, dripping with a cocky grin as you climb in the back, slamming the door harder than you mean to. “address’s set—where we goin’, princess?”

“home,” you mutter, crossing your arms, staring out the window, but he’s not letting it drop, glancing at you in the rearview, one brow cocked.

“home? nah, you’re dressed like that for some loser who couldn’t even make you sweat? tell me ‘bout this clown, c’mon, spill it.”

you roll your eyes, but he’s got this pushy, crude way, like he’s daring you to bite back. “andrew. gym rat. talked about protein shakes so much i wanted to claw my ears off. didn’t even kiss me—just a handshake. a fuckin’ handshake.”

matt laughs—loud, sharp, head tipping back. “a handshake? shit, what a pussy. you wasted that dress on a dude who can’t even get you wet, that’s tragic, babe, y’could’a stayed home and fucked yourself better.” his eyes flick to you again, dark and glinting, tongue swiping his lip like he’s tasting the idea. “bet he wouldn’t know what to do with you anyway—look at ya, all pent up, sittin’ there like y’need a real man to fix that.”

heat creeps up your neck, a mix of annoyance and something else. his words are crass, intrusive, but they hit, stirring the frustration andrew left simmering. “and what, you think you’re that guy?” you snap, leaning forward, elbows on the seatback, meeting his gaze in the mirror. “big talk for some uber driver.”

he smirks wider, cynical and hot, shifting gears with a lazy flick of his wrist. “oh, i’m more than that, sweetheart. i’d have you screamin’ in ten minutes—hands are quick, tongue’s quicker. y’wanna test me? or y’too scared to find out andrew’s not the only one who can’t deliver?”

it’s a taunt, bold and filthy, and he chuckles when you don’t flinch, just stare back, pulse kicking up.

“prove it, then,” you say, voice steady, daring him now, the car humming under you as the tension snaps. “pull over—somewhere dark. let’s see if your hands match that mouth, or if you’re just another bullshit artist.”

matt’s grin turns feral, eyes flashing as he mutters, “fuckin’ bet,” and swerves the wheel, tires crunching gravel as he peels off the main road, weaving into a shadowed alley, streetlights fading to black. he kills the engine, twists around, one arm slung over the seat, staring at you like you’re prey. “backseat now. let’s see how bad you need this.”

you climb over, dress hiking up your thighs, and he’s on you fast, the door slamming shut as he shoves you down across the seat, one hand yanking your straps down, baring your tits to the cool air. “shit, look at these, he didn’t deserve ‘em,” he growls, mouth crashing onto one, teeth grazing your nipple, making you gasp, arching up against him.

his other hand’s already between your legs, shoving your panties aside, fingers plunging in—two, rough, curling deep, pumping fast until you’re soaked, the wet squelch loud in the tight space.

“fuck, you’re so wet already,” he laughs, voice dark and mocking, “this what you wanted all night, huh? not some dickhead too busy flexin’ to fuck you right?”

you moan, loud and needy, grabbing his hair, pulling him up, his lips hovering over yours, breath hot and ragged. “shut up and use that tongue,” your panting making him grin as he dove down, flattening it against your cunt—broad, sloppy licks, sucking your clit hard, your thighs shaking, trapping his head.

“ohhh shit!” you cry, hips bucking, and he groans, “fuck yeah, scream f’me, let me gove you what that loser couldn’t,” voice muffled as he eats you out, relentless, tongue flicking fast, then slow, dragging you to the edge, your nails clawing at the seat desperately.

he pulls back, smirking, wiping his chin, “told ya—hands next,” and flips you over, face down, ass up, yanking your hips back, spreading your legs wider.

he’s behind you now—jeans shoved down, cock out, thick and dripping—rubbing it against your slit, teasing, making you whine, “c’mon, fuck me already.”

“needy little thing,” he mutters, all smug and hot, then thrusts in—hard, deep, bottoming out until you yelp, walls clenching tight. “fuck, y’feel so good,” he groans, setting a brutal pace that felt fast, sloppy, the car rocking with every slam, windows fogging as you moan, loud and wrecked.

his hands grip your ass, spreading you, one thumb circling your rim, teasing, not pushing, “y’like that? dirty girl, bet andrew never even tried,” and you laugh, breathless, “he wouldn’t dare... keep goin’.”

he does—fucking you savage, one hand sliding up, pinching your nipple ‘til you hiss, the other rubbing your clit, sloppy and fast, ‘til you’re screaming, “matt, fuck, m’gonna cum!” and you do, soaking his hand, his cock, the seat, looking like a shaking, sobbing mess.

he’s not far, groaning against your ear “you’re so tight, babe. m’cummin’,” and pulls out, jerking fast, painting your ass with hot, thick spurts, panting,

“you’re better than any date.” you slump, breathless, dress torn, thighs slick, and he lets a low, cynical laugh.

“told ya my hands don’t lie. your tinder guys got nothin’ on this.”

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[delilahsturniolo]

— ୨୧ 2 hands . . . c.s

in which . . . chris loves using his fingers on you

warnings . . . kissing, fingering, pet names, dirty talk

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

SO CLOSE TO WHAT WRITING MARATHON . . . fic #2

“fuck, so wet f’me mama..” chris murmured, hovering over you as you laid on your back, gripping the sheets as pleasure coursed through your body. chris’s fingers pumped through your soaked pussy, his fingers collecting your wetness. your moans filled the room, your back arching off the bed.

“mmm—feels so good..” you moaned out, your eyes fluttering open as you looked up at chris, he pressed the pad of his thumb against your clit, rubbing tight circles on the bundle of nerves. “oh yeah? how good does it feel?” chris teased, his fingers withdrawing from inside of you, now teasing your folds.

“so good…so so good..” you whined from the loss of contact. chris chuckled, leaning forward to kiss you. his knee went in between your thighs, you could feel his denim jeans against your core, your hips bucked against the material, you moaned against chris’s lips, he felt the vibration.

chris’s tongue slid into your mouth, groaning into your mouth. you felt so good, amazing. he could play with your pretty pussy and make you feel good for hours on end. chris pulled away from the kiss, breathing heavily as he parted your legs once more, his hands sliding down your body. one of his hands reached for your boob, cupping and squeezing it in his hand, as his other hand went down to your dripping core, palming it teasingly.

“please..chris..” you begged pathetically, needing his touch. “hm? tell me what you need mama.” chris insisted, leaning forward to kiss your hard nipple, making your breath hitch in surprise. “need you to touch me…” you babbled out desperately, suddenly gasping as chris’s fingers slid into your pussy once more.

“gooooodd girl…so tight, so fuckin’ wet..this all from me?” chris asked, you nodded, barely even able to move from how good his touch felt. you gasped, feeling a familiar sensation in your stomach as chris pumped his fingers into you, hitting your g-spot with every thrust, sending you over the edge completely.

“fuck! need to—ahh..” you couldn’t even form words. it was pathetic, honestly. chris smirked, looking at how fucked out he made you. “hm? what was that? need you to talk to me mama.” chris taunted, your words were barely audible as you got lost in the pleasure.

your legs trembled as chris’s finger movements became fast, and sloppy. he hit the right spots every time—and fuck, you were falling apart. “so fuckin’ desperate, yeah?” chris chuckled, using his other hand to spread your legs apart wider for more access to your glistening cunt. “close—“ you babbled out, chris brought his thumb to your clit, pressing down.

“cum on my fingers, pretty girl.” chris instructed, and you didn’t hesitate one bit. you released, making a wet mess on the sheets and chris’s fingers. your legs shook and your lip quivered as you whimpered softly. chris removed his fingers from your pussy, sucking them clean.

he placed his thumb on your bottom lip as he kneeled between your legs. “you good?” he asked, watching as you caught your breath from the amazing orgasm you just endured. “mhmm.” you gave a slight smile. you were so desperate for chris’s fingers after all.

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[hearts4werka]

— teaser for a possible new au coming soon . . .

Slamming the fragile door behind you, your hand scrambles to reach into the back pocket of your pants to quickly retrieve the needed coins in order to go through with a call inside of the telephone booth, when you finally found the right amount and push the coins through the small sloth, speed-dialing your desired number and grabbing ahold of the handle of the phone presented inside.

Pick up, pick up, pick up...

You softly chanted under your breath while quietly waiting inside of the booth as that would have seemed to be the only thing you could do instead of counting the beeps transfering into your ear from the phone as you awaited the overdue answer of your call.

Finally, you notice the constant beemps stop being audible as a way too familiar voice breaks through the silence,

“hello? who is this?”

Hearing Matt’s voice in that moment sent relief spiraling down your spine but the sense of time running out and slipping through your fingers still remained aware inside of your brain, even if you didn’t want to acknowledge it too much and get to the point before it could become too late too quickly.

“Matt, it’s me, now listen closely since I don’t have much time to explain right now so questions later, okay?”

Assuming he could instantly notice the rushed flow and soft panic hidden in your voice alongside the steady quick puffs of air coming out of your mouth as you tried to keep your composure at all cause even if the moment was trying to drain at all from you.

“I’m listening, shoot.” he quickly responded, ready for anything you need to say or tell him to possibly do in that moment.

Knowing you will and only have this one moment and one time to quickly tell him what made you dial his number in a telephone booth all of a sudden, so you make sure to make it quick and understandable.

“Listen up, no repeating. It got out last night and it’s on the loose somewhere near me right now as far as the latest reports go and I might need backup to deal with this type of level of enemy, be prepared and track the location of this telephone booth right now incase of any emergency.”

As the words come through and before they all could register inside of Matt’s mind, the soul mention of ��it’ had him already knowing what he needed to do in that rightful moment as time was gradually running out as well, quickly getting himself onto his feet and ready to be right out the door.

he sent you one last confident message you needed to hear from him,

“Don’t worry, i’m gonna be there before you even know it.”

— quick note. : welp, come to your own conclusions on what this could be and lmk if y’all like these kind of fics yoo cuz I defo do . + I wrote this randomly at midnight lol

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[chrissturnsfav]

car sex w rapper!chris while his music plays in the backround

⋆.˚✮ rapper!chris' favorite music to fuck to is none other than his own

"yeah, jus' keep ridin' like that mama," chris gasps from below you, your fresh acrylics digging into the fabric of his hoodie on his chest as you bounce on his cock. your mouth is stuck in an 'o' shape as you whimper and gasp, chris' hands on your ass guiding you up and down his lengthy dick.

all that can be heard in his rolls royce is your asscheeks clapping against his pelvis, the lewd noises escaping both of your mouths, and one of his new songs which features travis scott, 'sdp interlude' blaring through the luxurious car.

"c'mon, faster, y'got it," chris grunts softly, cupping your face as you throw your head back and pulling it to look at him as he breathes heavily, "go a lil' faster f'me."

you nod, panting gently as you get a better position above him, crossing your arms around his shoulders as you pick up the pace. it instantly makes you gasp, followed by a dragged out whine right in his ear that makes his cock twitch inside you.

"atta girl, look at you," chris coos through a wicked grin, placing a hand back on your ass as the other rides your hoodie up and over your tits, "takin' that dick so good."

"chris," you whimper, the sound of his voice booming through the speakers in a hazy beat echoing in your ears which turns you on even more. you can feel your slick dripping down your skin, pooling around his cock as your face twists deeper in ecstasy, sticky lashes fluttering open just enough to see how fogged the windows are.

"feels so good, pussy's wet as fuck," chris grunts, hissing in pleasure as his hips begin thrusting up into you, leaning his face forward to take one of your hardened nipples into his mouth.

your hands latch onto his messy waves, burying your pretty face in them as you moan softly, "c-chris," you whine into his hair, eyes pinched shut in pleasure. your hips begin to burn, your body slumping against him as you moan.

"tired baby?" chris smirks, looking up at you through hooded eyes and you nod into his hair. he hums, placing both hands on your ass as he adjusts his position below you, "i gotchu ma, jus' sit like that f'me."

he begins to thrust his hips up into you, faster, harder, making the car shake, his song echoing in your ears as you begin crying out in pleasure and sinking your nails into his hair.

you're speechless, his thick cock pounding into your leaky cunt repeatedly making you drown in ecstasy, your gummy walls immediately beginning to clench around him lewdly.

chris grunts, panting against your neck as he begins nipping and sucking wet hickeys into the warm skin, his pace not letting up for a second. "shiiit keep takin' it deep baby, cum all on this cock, wanna feel you," he groans as his thrusts get sloppier and quicker, letting you both know he's just as close as you are.

your body wastes no time in doing just that. a loud wail of pleasure leaves your open mouth, your knuckles white as you grip his hair tighter, thighs shaking on either side of him as your orgasm rips through your heated body relentlessly. seeing you cum like that sends him over the edge with you, a deep grunt of your name leaving his lips just as his song fades out.

thank you for reading! <3

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[stxrsniolo]

car sex with matt .ᐟ

🪧 ⁞ alright, babes, heads up because this is about to get filthy, and I’m talking full-on smut, no filter, no shame; if you can’t handle the heat, bounce now, because i’m not holding back .ᐟ

the sun was setting, casting a warm, golden glow over the landscape as matt and y/n decided to take an impromptu drive.

the air was thick with the scent of summer and adventure, but inside the car, the atmosphere was charged with a different kind of heat. y/n's eyes were magnetically drawn to matt, not just for the drive itself, but for how he looked doing it.

matt was wearing grey sweatpants today, the fabric loose yet showing off the undeniable bulge at his crotch, especially with how he was sitting. his t-shirt was clinging to his frame, the faded blue of the top matched his eyes, which were focused on the road, his biceps flexing with each turn of the wheel. his skin, lightly tanned, glistened with a hint of sweat, the scent of his cologne — a blend of leather and earth— filling the car.

y/n couldn't help but feel the growing wetness between her legs as she watched him, his jaw set in concentration, his tongue occasionally darting out to lick his lips. the sight of him, so focused, so masculine, was driving her wild.

matt caught her looking, a playful smirk pulling at his lips. "Y’lookin’ like y’wanna eat me up, huh?" his voice was rough, teasing, sending a shiver down her spine.

"m’so obvious, huh?" y/n managed, her voice breathy, her arousal evident.

"mhm, and y’know what happens when y’get that look in yer eyes," he teased, though his eyes kept flicking back to her, his smirk widening when he noticed her hand inching closer to his thigh. "better not distract me too much, gotta keep this ride safe, y’know?"

but y/n was beyond caring about safety; her hand moved, tracing the outline of his cock through the soft, grey fabric of his sweatpants. she could feel the heat of him, the way his cock twitched under her touch, the fabric tenting more with each stroke. matt let out a low, guttural groan, his grip on the steering wheel tightening.

"fuck, y/n, you're not helpin’ me out here, i gotta drive," he complained, his voice a mix of annoyance and arousal, his words slurring together in his lust-hazed state.

but y/n was relentless, her fingers now working him more deliberately, feeling every pulse through the thin, pliable material. "c'mon, matt, you can handle a little multitasking," she whispered, her voice sultry with challenge.

matt's breathing grew heavy, the sweatpants now visibly strained as he struggled to keep his focus. "y’gonna make me crash, y’know that, right?" he murmured, his tone more playful than serious.

finally, succumbing to the need, matt swerved into a secluded alley, the car coming to a quick halt. the engine's hum faded, leaving only their heavy breathing and the distant city sounds. "you're fuckin' trouble, y’know that?" he growled, his voice low and rough as he covered her hand with his, pressing it harder against his erection.

the car's interior was now thick with the musk of arousal, the windows fogging up from their heated breaths. y/n, with eager fingers, pulled down his sweatpants just enough to free his cock. it was hard, the skin flushed a deep red, the head glistening with precum, veins prominent with his arousal as it throbbed in her hand, eager and ready.

straddling him without any hesitation, y/n hiked her skirt up, her panties already soaked through.

matt's hands found her hips, his fingers digging into her flesh, guiding her down onto him, the sensation of him breaking her panties in desperation and pushing into her was intense; his thickness stretching her, the velvety heat of his cock against her sensitive walls. she moaned, a loud, unfiltered sound that echoed in the car, as he filled her completely.

"god, y’so tight, ma," matt groaned, his head falling back, his hands roaming up to grab her ass, squeezing it as he began to thrust up into her with a force that made the car rock. the sounds of their bodies, wet and slick, slapping together filled the confined space, mixing with their moans and the occasional creak of the vehicle.

y/n moved with him, her hands bracing on his shoulders, feeling the power of his body under her palms.

the friction was electric, the heat of him deep inside her, the way her body responded, clenching around him, drawing him in deeper. she could feel every vein, every pulse, the way his cock curved to hit that perfect spot inside her.

"y’love this, huh? m’little tease," matt panted, his voice a husky whisper, his eyes locked on where they were joined, watching his cock disappear into her, slick with her arousal. "s’wet f’me, baby."

y/n nodded, unable to speak through her moans, her body moving on instinct, riding him harder, chasing her pleasure.

matt's hands were everywhere – on her breasts, squeezing them through her top, then trailing down her back, pulling her into a desperate, messy kiss. their tongues clashed, tasting each other, the salt of their sweat mingling.

their rhythm became frantic, matt thrusting up with such force, each movement designed to drive her over the edge. y/n's mind was fogging, her thoughts narrowing down to the sensation of him inside her, the overwhelming pleasure making her feel like she was losing her mind, her words turning into incoherent moans and whimpers.

"fuck, m’gonna fuck y’so stupid," matt growled, his voice breaking as he felt his climax building, his balls tight against his body, the pleasure almost painful in its intensity.

"please, babe, ’m so close" y/n gasped, her nails digging into his shoulders, her body trembling as that coil in her belly tightened to the breaking point.

with a few more hard, relentless thrusts, matt came, his cock pulsing inside her, filling her with hot jets of cum, his moans loud and uninhibited.

y/n followed immediately, her orgasm crashing over her like a tidal wave, her pussy clenching around him, milking him through his release, her body trembling with the aftershocks, completely overwhelmed, fucked into a state of blissful stupidity.

they stayed like that, panting, hearts racing, the windows fogged up, creating their own private world inside the car. matt let out a lazy chuckle, his voice hoarse. "damn, y’made me lose control on that one."

y/n, catching her breath, managed a satisfied, dazed smile. "m’so glad we decided to go for a drive."

matt pulled her down for another kiss, this one slower, more tender, his hands gentling on her body. "yeah, me too."

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[sirenedeslily]

matt is 𝒕𝒊𝒓𝒆𝒅 of 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 you. 𑇓 ⊹ ᳝ ࣪ | ( clingybf!matt & fem!reader ) fluff + soft hours. established relationship 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐛𝐥𝐞 wc 751

matt sat quietly at the table, his hand resting lightly on your thigh as you chattered animatedly with your friends. his rings, a mix of silver and black, glinted under the warm restaurant lights as his thumb idly traced circles against the fabric of your jeans. his tattoos peeked out from beneath the rolled-up sleeves of his button up, a sharp contrast to your vibrant, bubbly demeanor. you were leaning forward, your hands gesturing wildly as you told a story that had the whole group laughing, and matt couldn’t help but smile softly at the sight.

he loved watching you like this—bright, magnetic, effortlessly pulling everyone in. it wasn’t his world, but it was yours, and he admired how easily you fit into it. still, as the minutes stretched into an hour, and dessert plates had been cleared long ago, matt found himself shifting in his seat. he’d been patient—so, so patient—but the growing weight of the evening was pressing on him.

he glanced at you, your laughter ringing out as your friend added another joke. the sound made him smile, but his own exhaustion tugged at the edges of his patience. quietly, he leaned in, brushing his lips against your shoulder.

“love,” he murmured, voice low and soft, “can we go home now?”

you turned to him briefly, your eyes sparkling with affection. “just a little longer, matt. promise.”

he nodded, leaning back, but his hand stayed on your thigh, squeezing gently. for a while, he tried to focus on the conversation, on the rhythm of your voice, but all he could think about was how much he wanted to be alone with you. just you.

after a few more minutes, he leaned in again, this time kissing the corner of your mouth, his rings cool against your cheek as he cupped your face. “can we please go home now?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

“matt,” you laughed softly, brushing him off. “i’m talking.”

you barely turned your head, flashing him an apologetic smile before diving back into the conversation. matt sighed dramatically, his fingers drumming against the table.

and that was when he gave up on being subtle.

sliding his chair closer to yours, he wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you firmly against him. his lips found your temple, then your cheek, then your jaw. he didn’t care that your friends were right there; he didn’t care that they were all smirking knowingly. his other hand moved to rest on your knee, his fingers tapping impatiently.

“you’ve been talking for hours,” he said, his voice taking on a teasing whine. “i’ve been good. i’ve waited. but i’m done waiting now. i want to go home.”

you gave him a playful look, trying to hold your ground. “it hasn’t been that long, matt.”

“it’s been forever,” he countered, his lips brushing against your neck. the tattoos that snaked up his arm flexed as he tightened his grip on your waist. “i love your friends, i do, but i don’t want to share you anymore. come on, baby. let’s go home.”

you could feel your resolve slipping as he pressed kiss after kiss along your jawline, his rings cool against your skin as he tilted your chin toward him. “matt,” you hissed through a giggle, “you’re being ridiculous, i’ll just be a few more minutes,” you promised, but matt was already nuzzling into your neck, his arms snaking around your waist. his warmth and the faint scent of his cologne made it increasingly difficult to focus on your friends.

“no, you won’t,” he muttered, his voice muffled against your skin. “you’ll keep talking, and i’ll just have to keep kissing you until you give in.”

“you’re being stubborn,” he shot back, his lips grazing the shell of your ear. “you know i’m shy.. i cant do pda. do you have any idea how desperate i have to be to act like this in front of everyone?”

your friends laughed, clearly enjoying the show, but matt didn’t care. he was done trying to blend into the background. right now, all he wanted was you—and he wasn’t above being clingy to get your attention.

“alright, alright,” you relented with a laugh, standing up and as he immediately took ahold of your purse. “let’s go home, clingy boy.”

matt’s face lit up instantly, his hand slipping into yours as he practically dragged you toward the door. “finally,” he sighed, pressing one last kiss to your temple as you walked out into the night.

𝒢𝜚 💭 ࣪ ✸ 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 ∿ a lil bit of something before the big thing.. :3 miss u guys ! also this is VERY inspired by malcom todd’s sweet boy aswell as the layout being inspired by kiemiu ><

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❝ 𝟑𝟑𝟑 ❞ 𝑻𝑨𝑮𝑳𝑰𝑺𝑻, @l34n @sturniolossss @lovingregulusblack @cl1tlover3000 @mattslolita @mattssgf @le4hsblog @brvtall @mattscoquette @chratts-left-ball @jetaimevous @angelesqve @starlace111 @secretlocket @starkeyszn @etherealval @slut4chriss @star-yawnznn @nickmillersn1gf @sturnsmia @tastesousweet @strnilolover @xoxo4chrisss

[angelicwh1spers]

— ⋅˚₊‧ 𝐍𝐄𝐖 𝐅𝐔𝐂𝐊𝐈𝐍’ 𝐘𝐄𝐀𝐑 ‧₊˚ ⋅ —

𝐈n 𝐜onclusion… Matt has had enough of your teasing during a New Year’s party, so he fucks you inside of the bathroom into the new year.

𝐖arnings… [ SMUT ] , p in v , unprotected sex , dirty talk , dom!matthew , bathroom sex , ?kinda-public sex? & other sexual content contained inside!

⚠︎ 𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐋 𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐌𝐒 - English is not my first language so excuse and dismiss any minor mistakes in my writing, I’m fairly new to writing on tumblr but it’s always been my passion to create stories and envelop myself inside of the world of fiction.

⟡ ݁₊ 𝐀fter another year passes by before you could fully register it, today was the day where you would step into the new year with Matthew by your side, your boyfriend of three years now going on four. You were lucky to have found such an amazing partner, whenever you would look at him two fires would ignite inside of your body, one being appreciation and the other being desire. Tonight you were invited to a big New Year’s party hosted by one of your friends and as a plus one, you were of course going to take your boyfriend alongside with you, starting the new year without him wouldn’t sit right within you.

You wore one of your expensive elegant black dresses, the ones you only wore for any special occasions and tonight one of them fell on this day, new years can be exciting but also stressful with all of the resolutions and plans for the new year can get overwhelming but with time you were able to stabilize your emotions and stay calm whenever the coursing thoughts stirred inside of your mind. Your long hair cascaded over your shoulders, enhancing your facial features and beautiful eyes people could stare hours into, including Matthew, you often would catch him staring but always dismissed it as the emotions it brought felt nice to experience.

Both of you soon arrived to the party, flickering lights and heavy music could be heard coming from inside of the building Matt parked infront of, he got out of the car and quickly made his way over to the other side where you were sitting and opened the door for you to which you giggled and grabbed his already extended hand, ascending up the staircase and through the front door, walking right into the chaos of the party, tonight you made it your mission to look your best so you could walk into the new year with your head held high and priorities straight, but little did you know tonight you would not be doing any of those things but rather be doing the complete opposite…

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Matt’s hands had a tight grip on your plush thighs as the sound of moans and skin to skin contain echoed through the small room of the bathroom while hints of faint music occupied the background noise while you’re bend over the marble counter of the sink, immense pleasure courses through your veins as he hits your sweet spot repeatedly, your soft moans intensify with each moment spent in such position. “You like that, huh? Been such a bad little girl, teasin’ me infront of everyone in that slutty fuckin’ dress.” Matt whispers between pants in a seductive tone, delivering you more pleasure as your walls pulsated around his think length driving in and out of you faster than you could think in that moment, the only answer you could provide was a muffled hum of agreement as it was immediately silenced by a soft whimper escaping past your lips.

Matt slows down his pace for a minute, you immediately feeling the outcome of it as your pleasure begins to calm down as he leans his head down to whisper into your ear. “Use your words or I’ll have to stop ma, m’kay?” “Y-yeah, please don’t stop, need more of you inside..” you whine, wiggling your hips against his as you start to get desperate for more friction. Just as you speak up, his pace returns to the previous one and immediately bring you back to the level of ecstasy and desire flowing thought your body, soon enough you feel your tight walls clenching down on to him, sucking him even deeper inside of you. He takes notice of this and detaches one of his hands from your hip, both of his hands taking different positions now, one pressing down on the small of your back and the other trailing down to rest between your thighs, his thumb coming up to press down on my pulsating clit, only driving me closer over the edge.

“Matt, i’m gonna c-cum..” you moan out, drawing out his name as he starts to also feel close to the edge, a knot slowly building up inside of your stomach as Matt increases his already fast pace, loud yells can be heard from behind the door as the countdown till the new year starts, Matt notices and slows down again before whispering, “Hold it for me, ma. Wanna cum together in the new year, yeah?” You nod your head positively before the countdown starts. 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, when it reaches half of the time Matt immediately speeds up as the know inside of your stomach intensifies, 4, 3, 2, 1… and with the last digit being drawn out, the knot bursts as Matt’s seed paints your tight walls, mixing together with your own juices as your body lays down limp on the counter, heavy pants merging together with the tense air surrounding you both, “Gotta clean up this drippin’ pussy now, wouldnt want anyone seein’ you so fucked out the first day of the new year now, would you?”



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• @sweetshuga @giveheavensomehell @delilahsturniolo …

⋅˚₊‧ 𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐋 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒... this is my first fic written on here so if you guys read it please give me any kind of feedback and tell me your thoughts on it, I’m so excited to start my journey on here and thanks everyone for the likes and compliments !!

[sturn777]

WHY YOU SO MAD? — fb!chris

“why you so mad, baby?”

chris is late. again.

you’d told yourself you wouldn’t wait up this time, that you wouldn’t care when he inevitably ditched your plans for some dumb frat boy shit. but here you are, curled up on your bed, phone still in your hand, stomach twisting every time it lights up. except, none of the notifications are from him.

your door swings open around 2 a.m., and there he is, looking way too pleased with himself. hair messy, lip curled in that signature smug grin. he tosses his phone onto your desk, stretching his arms over his head like he owns the place.

“c’mon, you know i didn’t mean it,” he drawls, voice lazy from alcohol and whatever the fuck else he’s been on tonight. “you missed me, didn’t you?”

you glare at him. “fuck off, chris.”

he just laughs, that deep, throaty chuckle that always makes your stomach flip, even when you hate him. especially when you hate him.

“nah, you’re cute when you’re mad,” he mutters, stepping closer.

you move to shove him away, but he catches your wrist, grip firm but loose, his thumb brushing slow circles against your skin. his eyes flick down to your lips, then back up to yours, something unreadable behind his gaze.

“one word, and i’m gone,” he murmurs. “tell me to stop.”

he’s testing you. you both know it.

your breathing is uneven, chest rising and falling a little too fast as his other hand settles on your waist, fingers pressing into the fabric of your shirt.

you could tell him to leave. but instead, your silence lingers, and his smirk grows.

“that’s what i thought,” he mutters before his lips crash against yours.

his lips are warm, insistent, moving against yours with that cocky ease that makes you want to slap him and pull him closer all at once. you hate how easily he gets under your skin, how your body reacts before your brain can catch up.

his grip tightens on your wrist, pulling you flush against him. he smells like weed and expensive cologne, a mix that’s so uniquely him it makes your head spin. his other hand slides up under your hoodie, fingers ghosting over your bare skin, making you shiver.

“still mad?” he murmurs against your lips, and you can feel the smirk in his voice.

you break the kiss, panting, glaring up at him. “yes.”

he chuckles, fingers dipping lower, just barely teasing the waistband of your shorts. “nah. you like this too much to be mad.”

your jaw clenches. he’s such a smug asshole. but he’s also right, and that pisses you off even more.

you yank his hoodie, pulling him back down into a kiss, this one rougher, more desperate. he groans into it, hands gripping your waist, walking you back until your knees hit the bed. you fall onto the mattress, and he’s on you in an instant, pressing you down, lips moving from your mouth to your jaw, your neck, his teeth grazing the skin just enough to make you gasp.

“say it,” he mutters, hands sliding lower. “say you want me.”

your nails dig into his back. you should make him work for it, should push him off and make him beg, but you’re too far gone.

“shut up and kiss me, chris.”

his laugh is low, satisfied. “atta girl.”

@ STURN777

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⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪ᯓᡣ𐭩 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐫!𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐭 & 𝐝𝐨𝐥𝐥!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

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𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐬...!

dealer!matt x doll!reader headcanons

╰┈➤ includes headcanons about dealer!matt and doll! reader.

love at first high?

╰┈➤ includes dealer!matt and doll!reader's first meet.

glossy kisses

╰┈➤ includes sweet moments where doll!reader does dealer!matt's makeup.

22.22

╰┈➤ includes what dealer!matt and doll!reader are doing at 22.22.

bitter truths pt1 pt2

╰┈➤ includes angsty moments between dealer!matt and doll!reader.

birthday

╰┈➤ includes how dealer!matt and doll!reader spent her birthday.

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𝐬𝐨𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥 𝐦𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐚...!

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╰┈➤ includes instagram posts of dealer!matt and doll!reader for each other.

texts

╰┈➤ includes texts between dealer!matt and doll!reader.

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dealer!matt and doll!reader's moodboard

╰┈➤ includes separate moodboards for dealer!matt and doll!reader.

doll!reader's outfits in dti

╰┈➤ includes doll!reader's practical outfits in dress to impress challenge..

doll!reader's camera roll after her birthday

╰┈➤ includes doll!reader's camera roll after her birthday celebration.

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you can find all asks about doll!reader and dealer!matt under # 𝐝𝐨𝐥𝐥 & 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐬𝐤𝐬

[sweetshuga]

𝑻𝒆𝒙𝒕𝒔 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 ✰ 𝑭𝒘𝒃.ᐟ𝑴𝒂𝒕𝒕

('Taken from actual texts' ib: @zebonos)

ⓘ heavily suggestive, cursing! & that’s about it.

⋆˚࿔ 𝒊𝒔𝒂’𝒔 𝒓𝒂𝒎𝒃𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝜗𝜚˚⋆ .ᐟ These were actual texts between my ex fwb (tweaked js a little bit because of the names n’ stuff). Also, I know I haven’t been active lately, but here’s a little something until I finish the fics in my drafts. Anyway, I’ve a few fics I’m gonna post in February which I’m so excited for!

Fics that will be posted in February: The second parts of Love Note + Pretty Please? And a few new fics (four of ’em are Chratt fics).

[sh4dys]

He’s in love » Matt Sturniolo

summary: matt is simply head over heels for you <3

warnings: fem!reader, pet names (baby, sweetheart, my girl)

A/N: i wanted to write smth cute guys, how do we feel abt matty boy 🫶

Matt had been staring at you for what seemed like an eternity, well, it wasn’t even you. He had been scrolling through your Instagram for the past hour, simply basking in the fact he was dating—in his words—the most beautiful girl to ever exist.

Matt had always been like this, ever since you got together, maybe even before than. He was the biggest simp in history, he was the definition of a simp.

He could practically feel his heart ache when you two were just friends, he wanted to so desperately kiss your face, hold your hand, keep you warm at night. But he has to sit to the side and watch as other guys got to do it.

That was until he finally confessed after being pressured by Chris. He was so pent up from being peer pressured that he was practically screaming at you about how he was in love with you.

At first he assumed you were freaked out and would never wanna talk to him again, but when you cut him off halfway through and shouted back “I love you” he felt his entire world come crashing down on him. He was in disbelief.

And he’s been in disbelief ever since.

“Hey, baby.” The sudden sound of your voice brought him out of his trance, turning back to look at you with a wide smile and lovesick gaze. He quickly got up from the couch and rushed over to you, wrapping his arms around your waist and buried his face in your neck.

“I missed you.” He mumbled quietly against your skin, the vibrations making you giggle slightly as you wrapped your arms around his neck. “I missed you too, Matty.” You pressed a kiss to the side of his head, feeling his face heat up against your neck before he slowly lifted it up to look at you.

He still had a smile on his face, his hands holding your waist as he simply admired you. You had turned your attention to talk to Nick about dinner plans, occasionally glancing back at your boyfriend with a warm smile in return.

He began to press gentle kisses against your face; your cheek, nose, forehead, anywhere he could reach without interrupting your conversation. “You look beautiful, sweetheart.” He spoke quietly, pulling you closer and pressed your side against him.

“You always say that.” You looked up at him with slightly furrowed brows, earning a playful scoff from him and a peck on the lips. “Because it’s true. My girl is always beautiful..” He smiled warmly at you, before scooping you up in his arms, earning a surprised yelp from your lips, and brought you into the living room.

He placed you down on your back, your head on the armrest as he laid down on top to you. His arms firmly wrapped around your middle, his head on your chest, and legs tangled with your own. You could feel his fingers messing with the hem of your shirt, his breathing pattern slow and calm as he got comfortable.

You sighed softly and placed a hand in his hair, gently combing through his brunette locks and closed your eyes, enjoying his company at the moment.

You were quite used to this behavior by now, whenever you’d show up to the triplets house he’d automatically steal you away and keep you close to him, refusing to let you go.

Can you blame him though? He’s in love.

[eclipsturns]

⎯⎯⎯⎯ NOW YOU'RE WATCHING ... ㅤsub!matt's gift giving kink.

matt’s got this thing: he loves spoiling you, dropping cash on gifts that get his dick hard just thinking about; not flowers or sweet shit, nah, he’s all about stuff he can watch you wear while he’s balls-deep, stuff he can rip off mid-thrust, or toys that make the fucking messier, louder, better.

you’ve caught him a million times scrolling sites on his phone, sprawled on the couch in his plaid pajama pants, hair a floppy mess, muttering, “fuck, y’d look s’good in this,” as he adds lacy thongs, silk ties, or some buzzing gadget to the cart. It’s his kink—seeing you decked out in his presents, knowing he picked it, paid for it, and gets to ruin it.

today’s no different.

you’re chilling in his room, the air thick with that stale boy smell—sweat, cologne, and whatever takeout he forgot under the bed. he’s slouched against the headboard, bare-chested, pajama pants low enough to show the faint happy trail dipping under the waistband, scrolling tiktok with one hand, the other lazily scratching his stomach.

the doorbell buzzes, and his head jerks up, eyes lighting with that slow, horny grin. “oh, fuck... it’s here,” he mumbles, his tone slurry and eager while stumbling off the bed, tripping over a sneaker as he bolts for the door.

he’s back in a flash, a small brown package in his hands, tossing it onto the bed like it’s gold. “open it, sweetheart—c’mon, for me,” he says, flopping beside you, leaning in close, breath hot on your neck as his fingers twitch, itching to see.

you rip it open, making that annoying black tissue paper spill out—and there it is: a red lace bodysuit, all sheer and strappy, crotchless, the kind that’d frame your pussy like an invitation.

his eyes go dark, tongue swiping his bottom lip as he mutters, “shit, y’gonna wear that? m’so fuckin’ hard already.”

“you’re such a perv,” you tease, smirking, but you’re already stripping—tank off, shorts yanked down, because you know it gets him whining, needy, that lazy sub side of him kicking in hard.

he watches, sprawled back, hand sliding to his pajama pants, palming his cock through the fabric as you shimmy into the bodysuit. the lace hugs your tits, digs into your hips, leaves your cunt bare and dripping, and he groans, low and desperate, “fuck, baby. y’look so good, so perfect f’me.”

“gonna use it?” you ask, climbing over him, straddling his thighs, and he nods fast, all sloppy and eager, hands fumbling to shove his pants down. his cock springs free, looking thick, leaking, the tip red and twitching as he grips it, stroking slow, eyes locked on the lace stretched tight over your chest, the open slit where your pussy’s already glistening.

“i’m so—fuck, m’so into this,” he slurs, voice cracking, “rip it if y’want, just please, fuck me.

you don’t waste time, immediately grabbing his wrists, pinning them above his head, the bodysuit’s straps digging into your skin as you grind your wet cunt against his cock, teasing, not letting him in yet.

he whines in response, loud and pathetic, hips bucking up, “c’mon, don’t tease, m’beggin’, fuck,” his voice all shaky and wrecked. you smirk, loving how he falls apart, how his lazy ass turns into this whimpering mess just for you.

“you want it bad, huh?” you mutter, sliding down, letting his cock catch at your entrance, then slamming onto him—hard, deep, the stretch burning as the lace rubs your thighs raw.

he moans, a guttural, “ohhh, fuck, yesss,” head lolling back, eyes half-shut as you ride him, fast and brutal, the bed creaking under you. his hands twist against your grip, but he doesn’t fight it, he just takes it, panting, “shit, i’m so good f’ya, right?”

“fuckin’ perfect,” you growl, letting his wrists go, and he’s on you, his hands clawing at the bodysuit, tugging straps down until your tits spill out, his fingers pinching your nipples, earning a hiss from you.

he’s whining again, “love this—love you in it—rip it, baby, fuck me up,” and you do; grabbing the lace at your chest, tearing it open with a sharp movement, the fabric splitting as he groans, “yesss, fuck, s’hot.”

you lean forward, slamming your hips down, his cock hitting deep, wet and messy as your slick coats him, dripping down his balls. he’s a wreck, drops of sweat beading on his forehead, mouth open as he moans, “so close, baby—harder, please.”

you grab his hair, yanking his head back, biting his neck until he yelps, and ride him savage, the sound of skin slapping loud, the torn lace scraping your skin, his cock throbbing inside you, stretching you.

“gonna cum for me?” you pant, voice sharp, and he nods, frantic, “y-yeah, m’gonna—please, let me,” his voice all high and broken.

you clench around him, tight and deliberate, and he loses it, his moans intensified, “ohhh, shit!” as he cums, hot and thick, spilling inside you, his hips jerking sloppy and wild.

you don’t stop grinding down, chasing yours, the bodysuit a shredded mess as you cum hard, a choked scream ripping out, pussy pulsing around him, “t-too much—fuck, you’re so good.”

you collapse on him, both of you sweaty, panting, his cum leaking out, soaking the ruined lace and his thighs. he’s dazed, grinning lazy, hand sliding up your back, voice slurry, “jeez, y’look s’good in my shit. m’buyin’ y’more—tons more.”

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[delilahsturniolo]

— ୨୧ bloodonmyhands . . . c.s

in which . . . you just can’t forget about your broken relationship with chris.

warnings . . . unresolved angst, arguing, crying, mentions and descriptions of blood, mentions of a break up, chris and reader are in a toxic relationship.

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

SO CLOSE TO WHAT WRITING MARATHON . . . fic #4

the water runs red. it twists and curls in the porcelain sink, a delicate dance of crimson spirals before it disappears down the drain. you stand there, motionless, watching the color dissolve, but it never truly leaves. no matter how much you scrub, no matter how raw your skin becomes, the stains won’t fade—not necessarily from your hands, but from your mind.

your breath is unsteady, shallow. every inhale feels like swallowing glass. the bathroom light above you flickers, buzzing faintly, casting erratic shadows across the cracked mirror. you force yourself to look up, meeting your own reflection. hollow eyes stare back, rimmed with panic and something else…something darker, something you don’t want to name.

your lips are parted, trembling, like you’re about to speak, but no words come. what is there to say? you can’t even remember when your hands started shaking, but they haven’t stopped since it happened.

it wasn’t supposed to be this way.

your mind replays it in fragments, broken flashes of a moment that should have lasted longer. the room, dimly lit. his voice, thick with something you couldn’t quite place—guilt? anger? fear? the way his fingers twitched at his side, like he was deciding whether to reach for you or push you away. the argument had been bad, it left a permanent stain on you. the stain was dried up, but not gone.

“please,” chris had said, voice cracking. “just listen to me.”

but you had already listened. you had already heard. the messages on his phone. the ones sent late at night, words dripping with promises that were never meant for you. the lies, sweet as honey, rotting the moment they touched your skin. the weight of his betrayal pressed against your ribs, suffocating, suffocating—

you had started crying before you even realized it.

then silence, chris went completely silent as you desperately sobbed.

a silence so deep it swallowed the whole world.

you cried, longing and begging for chris to just talk this out with you, but nothing worked. was it just miscommunication? or did the two of you truly not work out together? you didn’t know, but the moment chris stormed out of the room, you felt yourself falling apart.

and now you’re here, scrubbing at your hands as if you can erase it. as if you can go back to a time before tonight, before the lies, before love turned into something that tasted like iron and regret. you take a step back from the sink, gripping the counter to keep your legs from giving out. the light above you flickers again, humming, filling the silence where his voice used to be, trying to forget about all the happy moments between you two, the moments that quickly turned sour.

you look at your hands once more, raw from the relentless scrubbing. your skin is clean now, but it doesn’t matter. because no matter how much you wash, no matter how hard you try to forget…

the blood will always be there.

© delilahsturniolo do not copy, re use, or modify any of my works.

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[chrissturnsfav]

⋆.˚✮ singer!reader shows rapper!chris how much she liked his lyrics about her

it’s late—too late, really—but that’s when chris does his best work. the soft glow of led lights lines the walls, bouncing off his chain and casting a blue sheen over his focused face. chris leans back in his chair, hands clasped behind his head, watching the track play on the monitor in front of him. a faint bassline thumps through the speakers, followed by his smooth, rhythmic flow.

next to him on a chair, you lounge with your legs crossed, your baby pink nails tapping rhythmically on your thigh as you listen closely.

you've been known for your own music—sugary pop with catchy hooks and infectious beats. tonight, though, you're there just for him, in his oversized hoodie and sparkly pink slides, your hair pulled up in a high ponytail.

there’s a hunger in his voice as he raps that wasn’t there before, something raw. the verses hit hard, the lyrics sharper than usual. you can tell he’s put more of himself into this one.

then, a certain line drops—one that catches you completely off guard. his voice lowers just a bit, smooth but unmistakably suggestive, "keep ya tits around cause they nice t'look at", you feel a flush creep up your neck, unable to hide your reaction, as the implication lands squarely between you two.

soon enough, the track ends, the beat fading into silence. chris raises an eyebrow, clearly amused by the look on your face. “didn’t think you’d catch that line, huh?” he says, smirking a little.

a faint smile tugs at your glossy lips, “oh, i caught it,” you say, folding your arms with a sly grin. “got a lot of nerve talking about me like that on a track.”

he chuckles, pushing his chair away from the desk and crossing the short distance between you two. “yeah? thought y'might like it,” he murmurs, his voice dropping an octave.

you try to keep it cool, rolling your eyes, but the tension is thick, and he can tell you’re a little thrown. he leans in, one hand resting on the back of the chair beside you, the chair he's sitting in now between your legs.

“didn’t mean t'shock you,” he teases, his face close to yours now. “but i meant it. got pretty tits ma," chris grins, running his tongue over his teeth like he knows exactly what he’s doing. 

"i really liked it. really bold of you," you say back quietly, his nose brushing against your own and you feel yourself rushing with desire already with a small smirk on your plump lips.

"mm, yeah?" he taunts, his hand moving to rest on your upper thigh, "wanna show me how much y'liked that?"

your smirk grows and you nod your head, bringing your face closer to chris' to brush your lips against his. "i do," you mutter, your voice hoarse with arousal.

"get on those knees f'me then," he says demandingly, his blue eyes glimmering with lust as his dick grows beneath his jeans.

you waste no time in doing what he says, pushing yourself off the chair to get on your knees in front of chris. he smirks wickedly down at you as you look up at him with wide doe eyes, sparkling beneath the blue led lights.

he runs his tongue across his bottom lip, one of his hands slowly gripping your jaw while his thumb brushes across your bottom lip, "gonna jus' stare up at me or y'gonna do sum'n?" he mumbles.

you smirk up at him softly, shifting your eyes to his lap as you undo his belt before unbuttoning and unzipping his jeans.

chris lifts his hips up for you, allowing you to pull his boxers and jeans down to a necessary spot just enough to free his rock hardness out that's already dripping with precum.

you look up at him seductively, one of his hands moving behind your head and massaging your soft hair with a smirk of anticipation on his lips.

you spit in your hand, wrapping it around his base and he exhales in arousal. you then lick a long stripe from his base to the tip, your dirty eye contact with him never ceasing.

"yeah, keep those pretty eyes on me ma," he mumbles, his voice raspy with desire as you nod.

you wrap your lips into an 'o' shape, taking just his tip into your mouth before swirling your tongue around it. chris grunts lowly, gripping your hair tightly as you kitty lick his sensitive tip.

you use your other hand to slowly move your hand up and down him, seeing chris get impatient at your painfully slow pace. he grunts as he speaks, "c'mon, jus’ take it. show me how much y'loved that verse mama."

his fingers tangle your through hair, gripping hard at the back as he pushes you further down on his cock. you gag a little when he hits the back of your throat so quickly.

you give into his impatient attitude, starting to quickly move your head up and down on him, your tongue swirling all around his lengthy, hot dick as drool seeps past your plush lips.

“yeaaah there ya go baby, jus' like that, my fuckin' filthy girl," he mutters, continuing to push your head.

you gag on him again, coughing around him and he chuckles darkly through breathless pants, his grip around your hair loosening a bit to let you catch your breath, "c'mooon you can take it. you loved the song so much didn't ya? show me ma, c'mon i know you can."

you nod, flickering your eyes pricked with tears up to his face and he smirks, biting his bottom lip when you move your head again. your lips are stretched around his girthy cock, drool pooling at his base and dribbled onto your chin as you continue.

your hand moves at an ungodly pace, jerking whatever couldn't fit in your mouth as you continue to suck his cock like it's the best popsicle you've ever tasted.

chris' smirk deepens at this as he groans, biting his bottom lip and gripping your hair tightly again at the immense pleasure, "look at you, so pretty. always a fuckin' droolin' mess on my cock," he grunts. "now, lemme see those pretty tits i was talkin' 'bout."

you use your other hand to pull the hoodie up, bunching it at your neck while chris' free hand moves to squeeze your plump tit with a hiss of pleasure as your mouth continues moving vigorously up and down his wet dick.

"there they are, such pretty tits my girl's got, so pretty 'n perfect," chris groans, his hips involuntarily thrusting up into your mouth again which you gag at, making him moan quietly.

his fingers pinch at your nipple, making you moan around his cock. the vibration sends a shiver through his body as he grunts, beginning to push your head down again as he grows close.

"jesus—fuck m'so close, keep goin' f'me...my good girl, takin' my cock like that," chris groans, hissing in pleasure through deep pants. his hips begin thrusting up into your mouth as you gag and moan around him.

he moans under his breath, breathing heavily as he squeezes your tit hard, fingers tangled in your hair, "yeah, jus' like that, doin' so good, lookin' so pretty wit' those lips wrapped around my cock."

chris' thrusts into your mouth grow erratic when the knot in his stomach tightens, leaving you whimpering and gasping around him. drool drips down your chin, bubbling around your lips as you repeatedly gag, "shit," he grunts.

with one final thrust into your stretched out mouth, his warm cum shoots inside. his eyes roll back, his grip on your hair and boob tight as he throws his head back with a low grunt.

chris pants, coming down from the high before you pull your mouth off of him and catch your breath, wiping your messy mouth with the back of your hand with his load still on your tongue.

he nods at you, "open," he says between breaths. you open your mouth, sticking your tongue out to show his hot and white seed on it.

chris smirks, humming out a soft chuckle before he speaks, "mhm, now swallow it."

you close your mouth and he watches your throat bob as you swallow every drop. he nods in satisfaction, his smirk deepening before he pats your cheek, "good girl."

you smirk cheekily as you stand up and watch him pull his boxers and jeans back up, "did that answer your question?" you say with a giggle.

chris scoffs, standing up from the chair and rebuckling his belt while he smirks at you, "do i even need t'answer that?”

𝗮𝘂𝘁𝗵𝗼𝗿'𝘀 𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗲: chris rapping in the new video made me go feral. like he sounded so good i'm being dead honest. kinda feel like it could've been better cuz i got a lil lazy lol butttt i hope you guys loved thissss!!

thank you for reading!! <3

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𝑡𝑟𝑦𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝒘͟𝒂͟𝒙͟ 𝒑͟𝒍͟𝒂͟𝒚 𝑤𝑖𝑡𝘩 𝑠𝑢𝑏!𝑚𝑎𝑡𝑡

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 : alright, babes, heads up because this is about to get filthy, and I’m talking full-on smut, no filter, no shame; if you can’t handle the heat, bounce now, because i’m not holding back .ᐟ

you’re perched on the edge of matt’s bed, the room dim, the air heavy with his scent and the sweet, sharp bite of a vanilla candle flickering on the nightstand.

he’s sprawled out beneath you, naked, his slim frame stretched across the messy sheets, no muscle definition, just a lean, lazy body that’s all soft lines and pale skin; his chest flat, no pecs, no abs, just a smooth expanse with a light scattering of dark hair.

his cock’s already hard, thick and twitching against his stomach, the head pink and leaking, a shiny bead of precum pooling at the tip.

you’d thrown the idea out earlier—playing with candle wax—and he’d grumbled about it, all pouty and whiny, but the way his eyes lit up betrayed him, and now you’re straddling his thighs, still in your panties, soaked through, and he’s glaring up at you, half-hearted annoyance mixing with that needy, submissive haze he can’t hide.

“this is fuckin’ dumb, y/n,” he mutters, his voice a lazy, whiny drawl, arms flopped out at his sides like he’s too tired to care. “m’so not into this… just do it already.”

you smirk, tilting the candle, letting the melted wax gather at the rim. “quit bitchin’, matt. you gonna love it,” you say, voice teasing as you hold it above his chest, close enough that he squints at the heat.

“fuck off… m’not ready,” he grumbles, but his cock twitches, giving him away.

you tip the candle, and the first drop hits his chest—right over his heart, a hot splash against his soft, unmarked skin. he flinches hard, a loud, whiny “ughhh—” spilling out, his face scrunching up like he’s about to cry, his body jerking under you.

“shit, that fuckin’ burns!” he whines, his voice high and pouty, his head tipping back into the pillow, eyes squeezing shut. his cock jumps, more precum dribbling out, streaking down the side of his shaft, and you can tell he’s already sinking into it, even if he won’t admit it.

“looks hot on you, though,” you murmur, tipping the candle again. another drop falls, this time on his stomach, soft and flat, no abs to speak of, just a slight give under the wax as it hardens, turning pale against his flushed skin.

he groans, long and dramatic, his hips squirming, his hands clawing at the sheets.

“fuckin’ hell, y/n… m’so done with this,” he whines, but it’s all noise, no real fight. his voice cracks, grumpy and needy, and his cock’s harder now, throbbing against his belly, the precum pooling in the dip where his stomach meets his hips.

“you’re so whiny, matt,” you tease, leaning close, your breath hot on his ear as you drip more wax, this time along his ribs, a slow, molten line that makes him yelp, his skinny frame arching off the bed. the wax clings, cooling fast, and he’s panting, his skin turning red where it lands, sweat beading on his forehead.

“mmgh… y’fuckin’ torturin’ me,” he moans, his voice breaking into that pathetic, submissive whimper you love. “s’too hot… m’so hard it hurts, y/n… do somethin’ f’me.”

you grin, loving how he’s crumbling: grumpy, pouty, totally yours. you drip more wax, lower now, just above his hips, a fat drop splattering inches from his cock, making him jolt with a loud, whiny “fuckin’ shit—” bursting out, his hips bucking up, his cock smacking against his stomach, leaving a wet smear of precum.

“y’gonna kill me with this,” he groans, his eyes cracking open, all glassy and pleading as he glares at you, lips pursed in a sulky frown. “m’so fuckin’ sensitive… s’not fair.”

“poor baby,” you mock, peeling a piece of cooled wax off his chest with your nails, tugging at the skin just enough to make him whimper louder, his body twitching. “you like it, though. look at that cock leaking everywhere.”

“ugh… don’t say that,” he whines, his voice a grumpy, shaky mess, his face flushing red as you drip more wax; this time on his inner thigh, close enough to his balls that he gasps, his legs shaking. the wax splashes, hot and sticky, and he lets out a pathetic sob, his cock pulsing, more precum sliding down the shaft, glistening in the candlelight.

“please, y/n… m’so fuckin’ done,” he begs, his voice high and whiny, his hands flexing like he wants to grab you but won’t dare. “s’too much… m’little ass can’t take it.”

you tilt the candle one more time, letting the wax drip right on the soft skin below his navel, a slow pour that makes him cry out, his whole body trembling, his cock jerking hard, the precum pooling thicker now, mixing with the sweat on his stomach.

he’s a wreck, all shaky, flushed, covered in cracked wax patches, whining like a brat who secretly loves it.

“touch me… m’beggin’ y’now,” he groans, his voice raw and pouty, his eyes locked on you, all sulky and desperate. “m’so close… my dick’s gonna burst.”

you give in, wrapping your hand around his cock, feeling that hot, slick, throbbing under your fingers. he moans, loud and whiny, his hips bucking into your grip as you stroke him fast, the wax flaking off his skin with every twitch.

you drip one last drop right on his thigh, and he breaks, his moans turn into a string of whiny sobs, his cock pulsing as he cums, thick spurts shooting across your hand, splattering the wax on his stomach, his whole body shaking as he unloads.

“fuck… y/n… m’so fuckin’ ruined,” he whines, his voice hoarse, his head flopping back, chest heaving, wax and cum smeared across his soft, skinny frame. he’s panting, grumpy even now, but totally spent.

you lean down, kissing his sweaty forehead, smirking at how wrecked he looks. “you did good, matt.”

he glares up at you, pouty and tired, but there’s a faint, lazy smirk tugging at his lips. “m’so pissed y’made me like this… but fuck, y’good at it.”

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[sirenedeslily]

chris sturniolo sat cross-legged on the couch, scrolling through episodes of ‘regular show’, trying to decide which one to watch. but his focus kept slipping, drawn instead to you, his girlfriend, as you paced back and forth in the living room. you were on the phone with your mom, speaking rapid-fire spanish, venting about something that had gone wrong with the holiday plans.

chris couldn’t understand most of what you were saying, but that didn’t matter. your voice, so full of passion and emotion, made his heart race every time you spoke spanish. his eyes followed your every move, and a grin crept onto his face—he looked like an absolute dork, totally lovestruck.

you hung up the phone with an exasperated sigh and muttered, “mi mamá se pasa a veces…” shaking your head, unaware of how he was staring at you.

chris couldn’t help but ask, smiling stupidly, “what does that mean?”

you glanced over at him, amused by his goofy expression. “i said, ‘my mom goes overboard sometimes,’ but don’t act like you actually care what it means.”

chris shrugged, still smiling like you’d just told him the cutest thing in the world. “i care. it sounds cool.”

you rolled your eyes playfully and smirked. “yeah? would it still sound cool if i said… eres un desastre, christopher? like, seriously. look at this mess.” you gestured to the pile of clothes he’d left on the floor, your tone light but teasing. you knew exactly what you were doing—he melted whenever you switched languages on him.

his blush spread across his cheeks, and his grin only widened. “what’s that mean?”

you folded your arms, trying to keep a straight face, but it was hard with the way he looked at you—like you hung the moon. “i called you a disaster. which you are.”

instead of getting defensive, chris chuckled and ran a hand through his hair, still looking ridiculously pleased with himself. “i dunno, it still sounds kinda hot when you say it. even if you’re insulting me to filth.”

you shook your head, laughing despite yourself. “dios mío, ¿qué voy a hacer contigo? you’re impossible.”

chris leaned back on the couch, his eyes sparkling with adoration. “whatever you just said, i’ll take it as a compliment.”

you picked up one of his t-shirts from the floor and threw it at him. “of course you will, silly boy.”

he caught the shirt and smirked. “that i understood.”

𝒢𝜚 💭 ࣪ ✸ 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 ∿ blurb based on this request !! i’m not a latina mami so google translate was used, i apologize primas :3

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