#and that blue pepsi that's out at the minute
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timperleyworldofwater · 3 months ago
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my mother's gastrointestinal system is mine
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sturniolo04 · 7 months ago
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TOUCHY M.S.
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Bf!Matt x Gf!Fem!Reader
Summary: in which Matt is extremely touchy.
A/N: If you don't like the preadded name in my stories, you can either add your own name or not read it; it's up to you :)
It's not an unknown fact that your boyfriend Matt's love language is physical touch. Any chance he can touch you in any way, he will find a way. Whether it be holding your hand as far as him or even putting his hand in the back pocket of your pants.
Fortunately for me today was one of those days that his physical touch need was on a max requirement, the only problem is we have a fully busy day.
"Matt come on we have to get up we are filming today"
"nooo just five more mintues"
he states bringing your body closer to his in his warm bed
"matt i gave you like 10"
you huff out, trying to wiggle out of his tight grip around you. Eventually, succeeding which resulted in a groan from your boyfriend admitting his defeat.
"come on move your butt"
you state playfully ruffling his messy brown hair, and heading into his bathroom to get ready for the day.
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You finally got out of the shower, walking back out to the main room to you and Matt's shared closet, trying to decide ultimately what you wanted to wear for the rest of the day. In doing so, your back was turned to the bed not realizing that your boyfriend, with his clingy self, making his way to your figure only covered in a towel.
Matt finally reaches you standing in the closet, proceeding to grip your hips suddenly, yanking you backward and colliding with his crotch and chest.
"MATTT I DONT HAVE ANY CLOTHES ON YET"
you squeal giggling. As he wraps both of his toned tattooed arms around your chest, squeezing your breasts, as you place your hands on top of his arms around you, nuzzling his head in your neck.
"You dont need them for what we are about to do"
he states smugly as he leaves kisses on your neck, as you giggle in the process through the fact his kisses tickle your skin slightly.
"Mattheww, you are going to get us in trouble"
you exclaim leaning your head back against his shoulder.
"So.."
he trails off as you turn around in his arms, staring seriously into your boyfriend's blue orbs.
"So, we have to leave in 20 minutes to get to our meeting with Laura"
you state as your boyfriend gives you a unphased look.
"so get in the shower"
"Are you lovebirds ready yet we are going to be late, LET"S GO"
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We all finally managed to get to our meeting with Laura and during the meeting, Matt couldn't keep his hands off of you still. Whether it be gripping your leg under the conference table or even slightly touching your shoulder as he reaches to grab something on the table.
Once our meeting was over, we headed to Target to refill our groceries in the house.
"Chris do we really need that much Pepsi"
he exclaims already ready to go home after a long day, wanting to just finally have his girlfriend close to him.
"yes what kind of stupid fucking question is that"
Chris argues with his brother.
"Chris just put them in the cart please"
you state simply trying to avoid an altercation. Heading out of the aisle with the triplets following behind.
After a little while you wandered off with Matt into the makeup aisle of Target. Matt bored out of his mind lets out a deep sigh, gaining your attention.
"you okay"
you simply state still focused on finding the products you were out of at home. As your boyfriend makes his way closer to you, slipping his hand in the back pocket of your jeans, slightly gripping your ass through them.
"how much longer till we go home"
"almost done my love then you can have my full attention"
you state as he sighs patting your ass lovingly, and proceeding to go look for Nick and Chris.
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You guys finally get back home, you and Matt wandering back into your shared room in the house.
"Oh my hi"
you exclaim quietly as Matt lifts you off of the ground kissing your supple lips as you place your hands on the sides of his face, deepening the kiss.
" hi.. i missed you"
matt says finally breaking the kiss.
"i was with you all day baby what do you mean"
you giggle out, caressing his cheeks in your hand looking in his blue orbs filled with love.
"yeah but i just wanted to be close to you"
he states simply giving your lips another quick sweet kiss as you giggle into his lips.
"just touchy today hm"
you state back, finally wrapping your arms around his neck tightly as he hugs your waist in the same position you were currently in.
A/N: leave requests in my inbox if you want a specific type of story 💗
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endless-ineffabilities · 5 months ago
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Diet Pepsi (18+)
A modern Aemond Targaryen x girlfriend reader smutshot
When we drive in your car, I'm your baby So sweet Losing all my innocence in the backseat
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a/n : how do I explain this? I suppose the song Diet Pepsi got stuck in my head, and when I watched the music video, the only male lead I could envision in that sorta situation is our Aemond/Ewan. So here ya go! Reading time... depends on what you get into 😉💋
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themes/warnings : pure smut, filthy actions and filthy language, complete disregard for sports car interiors, old money boyfriend Aemond x bratty internet starlet girlfriend reader, sticky surfaces, foggy windows, wayward fingers, sliding tongues, and YES YES YES
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"What's goin' on in that pretty head of yours?"
Your boyfriend glances at you from the corner of his eye, barely, his attention remaining on the road. But his veiny hand reaches over to squeeze your thigh, fully exposed beneath the scrap of pale pink fabric that you try to pass off as a miniskirt.
Mission accomplished. After only a few minutes of pretending to stew while looking out the window, he is quick to sense that something is amiss with his kitten.
"Nothing," you respond in the best downcast tone you can manage, fighting the urge to clench your thighs to trap his thick fingers in the warmth between.
"Come on now," he clicks his tongue, "don't play around."
"I don't know what you mean."
"You've barely looked at me since you got in the fucking car." Poor baby. You're getting to him, as planned.
Time to rile him up in a way that only you can. "Do you think Maris is pretty?"
He scoffs, "Don't start, kitten."
"So you do," you egg him on. "I knew it. You were looking at her tits earlier. I bet you loved it when that skank bent over in front of you. Gave you a good view."
"Kitten, please," his grip on your flesh tightens, trying to get you stop. "You're being ridiculous."
"And you didn't answer my question, Aemond," you snap back, grabbing his hand and prying it from your leg.
"Fuck's sake," he groans. He then rests both his hands on the steering wheel, at the standard 10 and 2, grasping onto it so roughly that the leather squeaks.
You called him Aemond. Not babe. Not handsome. You must be pissed, for some imagined reason, and he simply does not have the time.
Impatient, he goes off on a tirade, "You've asked me this shit before, babe, and my answer remains the same. I don't care about any other girl. You're the only one that I want, that I will ever want."
Licking your lips, and looking slyly at him behind your done-up eyelashes, you say, "You could've fooled me." He raises his brow at your childishness, muscles flexing under his tight white shirt as he makes a sharp turn. You continue, "I know what I saw. You want her, is that it? Is it because she's got status like you?"
"You have status," he corrects you, "The whole damn country practically knows your name."
"But it's not the same," you moan. "I didn't come from money. My blood isn't blue."
He sighs audibly, "We talked about this. None of that fucking matters, kitten. Especially not to me."
You cross your legs, leaning against the car door as if to inch away from him, your devilishly handsome silver-haired aristocratic boyfriend. The very one you're so keen on tormenting now. "You don't know how I feel."
But he does. You've long since lost track of the countless times you've been blindsided by an uncharacteristic wave of self-doubt. You, infamous for being one of the bubbliest and most outgoing personalities on the internet, your lifestyle guides and fashion spreads a mainstay on every social media platform.
But ever since you started dating Aemond, you can't help but feel unworthy sometimes. He is Aemond Targaryen after all, a glowing young heir to one of the most powerful families in the country, his lineage extending back to the great Valyrian empire.
Old money, as they say. That was his life, but before him, you thought old money was just some fashion trend that dominated your Pinterest boards.
You met at a charity gala for the Hightower Foundation. Unaware of who he was, he was simply a hot guy you set your sights on, and you managed to get his attention by accidentally spilling your espresso martini down his crisp tailored shirt.
Women were not usually that forward when approaching him, especially not those who ran in the same circles as him, like the Baratheon sisters or the Tyrell heiress. But you were different. You were simply, unabashedly yourself. Your biggest asset was you - your personality, your style, your genuine warmth that allows you to build connections with anyone in the industry - you didn't walk into a room with the snootiness and entitlement of a girl born with a silver spoon in her mouth.
The chemistry was instant, overriding any superficial issues that may arise from someone like him getting with someone like you. Which is why you snuck out of the gala together, and fucked each other senseless in the backseat of his car, sweaty and giggling and whispering sweet nothings like you were already long-time lovers back then.
As you are now, nearly two years later. Aemond's love for you has only grown a thousand fold, and he shows this every day.
The car idles at a stop sign. He reaches for your face and implores, "Kitten, look at me, please."
"No," you impetuously say, making him drop his hand.
"Baby, come on."
"Don't feel like it, Aemond."
The light turns green. The car zooms past houses and open fields. Shops and smaller, unknown places of business. They all come together in a blur. The tension is at an all-time high in the car, just as you intended.
He makes several maneuvers, and the scenery outside begins to look unfamiliar to you. The street you enter next is particularly quiet, almost empty, all the shops closed for the day or boarded up. It's likely on the outskirts of King's Landing, far from the Targaryen estate in its central area of Red Keep.
"You still gonna be a brat?" he asks lowly.
You smirk, "Don't call me a fucking brat."
"Have it your way, kitten," he says, and it sounds like a promise. The car pulls up to a vacant parking lot behind an old restaurant, the surrounding area covered by a thin tree line. There is no one, and nothing in sight.
He leans back, and takes a few deep breaths.
"You've been a bad girl, my kitten."
"Have I?" you bite your lip, no longer fighting the urge to clench your thighs. The miniskirt rides up higher, and his eyes become drawn to the sight, his cock hardening underneath his blue jeans.
He hums, leaning over and grabbing your jaw towards him with one hand, "Yeah, bringing shit up like that. Like I would ever look at anyone besides you."
"Wouldn't you?"
"Want me to fucking mention the time you actually flirted with the Stark boy in front of me?"
"I wasn't - "
"Shut up, kitten," he spits. "I'm not dumb."
His voice dips low, and you feel your cunny growing wet and slick. Gods, he is so hot like this. Assertive yet downright sensual. He only wants one thing, and you will surrender it to him in a heartbeat.
"What you gonna do 'bout it, handsome?" You lick your gloss-covered lips and you are caught off guard when he pushes his thumb inside and orders, "Suck."
You obey. His pupil significantly dilates in one eye, while the sapphire fixture in the other glints beautifully. He looks regal, and he's all yours.
"That's right," he breathes, his vision clouding over in lust as he feels the pad of your tongue, "fucking minx. Always so insolent, huh?"
"Mhmmm." When tears blur the corners of your eyes, he takes his hand and sucks right where you did. Then he pulls you in roughly, kissing you with everything in him, the lewdest grunts of pleasure escaping him when you push your tongue past his teeth.
"Come... come 'ere," he places you on top of himself, straddling him in the driver's seat, the lace of your underwear rubbing against his denim. "Gods, this fucking skirt." He pokes at it, lips curling. "You torture me, darlin'. Now you gotta make up for it."
You jut your bottom lip out, dragging your bright pink fingernails across his cheek. His mouth parts at the sight of his pretty little kitten practically begging for it.
"Is that so, handsome? Why don't you make me?"
He anchors his fingers in the thin bands of your underwear and in a sure and decisive flash of movement, he rips the material apart. He throws it over his shoulder, and it lands in the backseat, among the littered lollipop and bubblegum wrappers you leave behind. He loves it when you suck on that hard candy shell in front of him. It's partially the reason why your penchant for sweet treats has gotten worse.
Your pussy is exposed to the cool draft coming from the AC of his car, and it's a good and familiar sensation. He fondles your clit, little slow circles, making you whimper. He presses on, eager to unwrap his kitten like a piece of candy to be devoured. The zip of your miniscule skirt slides down, and your bare ass and cunny is revealed to him.
"Gods fucking damn, kitten," he rasps, then slowly buries three whole fingers into your slickness, spreading your folds, pumping in and out.
"Aghhhh, baby," erupts from your glossy mouth, breath hitching as he picks up the pace. In and out. Out and in.
His face appears almost sinister, clouded over in lust, his bottom lip trapped under bunny teeth, but then he whispers, "I love you, kitten. I love you so fucking much," and you see him as your Aemond. He's offering more than just his body - to you, he has already surrendered his heart and soul.
"I love you too, baby," you respond in as firm of a voice as you can manage, made even more difficult when he probes that sweet spot inside your sopping cunt.
You leak onto his fingers, droplets of your milky white substance beginning to pool in his palm.
"Ask me again," he snarls, shapely lips pulling back to reveal his sharp teeth.
"Wh-what?" you reply in a daze.
"That stupid question," he says. His pace doesn't slow; if he keeps up, you just might forget how to speak, save for incoherent noises that make his cock twitch.
"You'd rather be... b' with... a fancy heiress," you try, pausing when he pinches your hardened nipple over your crop top with his other hand. "Maris... Baratheon... or Floris... or - "
"Look at me, princess," he says, "You feel that? You feel me? There's your fucking answer."
"Not enough," you shake your head feebly, keeping up the ruse. Judging by the buldge he sports, he's into it too.
Smirking, he pulls his glistening fingers out of you, and helps you out of your crop top. He chucks the material somewhere, before ducking his head and nipping at the mounds of your breasts.
"Unnnghhh," you hear him, muffled by your flesh. He undoes your lace bra and sucks wildly. You cradle his head with both hands, keeping him pressed against your tits. His tongue flickers out to taste your skin, and he angles his face so that your eyes meet when he takes a nipple in his mouth.
"Shit, baby," you whimper, heating up all over from the sheer intimacy of it all.
His mouth lets you go with a resounding pop, and he tilts his head toward the backseat, hands gripping your hips to guide you. He follows suit, removing his white shirt in the process, as well as his jeans, shimmying them off his legs as he scrambles after you.
He smacks your ass with an open palm as it is raised in front of him in full view, the sharp sting of it only making you grow wetter.
You shuffle onto your hands and knees, looking back to see him already in position. His fine Valyrian steel chain dangles from his neck, the one thing still on his person. His boxers are also discarded, and his length is fully erect, slapping his stomach when he leans over to hastily cover your mouth with his. Your tongues battle for dominance, drool dripping down your chins. You feel a strain in your neck from twisting back to accommodate his kiss, but you don't care.
You feel it poking at your backside, feel him, his cock all slippery from hot precum dribbling down the sides.
He rocks back, hands digging into the soft flesh of your ass, keeping you in the prime position for him to take.
In a swift movement that nearly drives you insane, he twists downward until his face is level with your opening, and he buries his tongue in your soaking pussy. You know he likes it rough, so do you, and this is his way of getting you ready.
"Fuuckkk," you collapse forward, the side of your face colliding with the smooth leather seat. He twirls his tongue around, and you swear you can see stars.
You must have blacked out for a split second, delirious from the high only he can give you, because a moment later you feel his tip edging itself slowly into your cunt.
"Ready, baby?" he asks.
"Fuck me," is your strained plea.
His cock stretches you out, inch by inch, your slicked walls straining against his sheer size. A whining noise leaves you, music to Aemond's ears, and when he's fully sheathed, he exhales, "So pretty. Such a good little slut for me, kitten." That sends you over the edge.
You move forward slightly, then back again, your ass slamming right into his pelvis. He gets the message, smart boy that he is.
With an animalistic growl, he proceeds to frantically buck his hips into you, his huge cock just about splitting you open. He slaps your ass as he goes, making you tremble.
Each thrust sends shockwaves throughout your body, causing your eyes to roll back in your head. Your dripping cunt begins to feel that familiar ache, your lower belly spasming from his ceaseless thrusts. Your knees threaten to buckle, and if they do, you imagine that his firm throbbing shaft will be enough to keep you propped up.
"Aemond... baby... " your moans echo in the car, joined by his, "Yes... yes, kitten... so fucking good, taking me like this... pussy so sweet for me... "
The filthiest of words spill from the two of you like prayers from the damned, just begging to be answered. And seven hells, with the way Aemond makes you feel like you're floating amongst the skies, he just might be your salvation.
He does not relent, intent on rearranging your insides with how deep he buries his cock inside of you. You don't want him to stop. You never do.
You have to hold onto something to keep steady, to keep from utterly flopping down in a mindless haze. Your palms reach for the fogged up windows, and Aemond angles your bodies so that you're half-seated atop his thighs. He grabs hold of your breasts as leverage, squeezing them as your leaking cunt squeezes his cock.
The angle allows him to fill you better, and that heated coil unfurls in your belly, a signal that you are about to reach your peak.
He draws forward, pressing his mouth to the back of your neck, licking your sweat with reckless abandon.
"Baby," he moans, "I'm gonna cum... gonna fill you up... "
"Oh, yeah?" you answer in a high-pitched, wanton manner.
"Yeah," he breathes.
"You promise?"
He chuckles, and you feel the sound reverberating as your back is pressed to his chest.
"My sweet kitten," he purrs.
"I'm getting close, baby," you let him know, and he takes it as his cue to pound his cock inside faster. His lips are pressed to your ear, arms wrapped around your torso possessively.
He lets himself go, decorating your insides white with his Targaryen seed. You glance down and see it spilling out of your cunt, milky rivulets staining the once-pristine leather seat. His cock convulses in your pussy, waves of his release pulsing like fragmented aftershocks. It hits the right spot, bringing you to that little death, your walls contracting from the dizzying pleasure he gives you.
With that stupid and blissed-out smile on your face, you lean back, collapsing on top of him. You soon find yourselves curled together on the backseat, a mess of sweaty and satisfied limbs.
His silver hair is matted against his forehead, and you reach up and brush them away. He catches your hand and presses a loving kiss to the back of it.
He props his head up on one arm, as you draw lazy circles on the firm planes of his chest. You whisper sweet nothings to each other, as you had on the night you met.
"You should rile me up more often, you little brat," he smirks crookedly.
You roll your eyes, but peck his lips anyway with a cheeky smack, "Isn't that all I do, baby?"
"Sure, kitten," he says, "and I fucking love you for it."
"Oh, baby," you purr, and your wayward fingers reach down to stroke his half-erect cock. His brows raise in amusement, but it only takes several good pumps before his shaft is again taut from your touch. You whisper, "I love you too."
And so the second round begins.
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mwahsturns · 1 month ago
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bed chem ★ | C.S
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Innocent!reader x Chris Sturniolo
Contains: Smut, fluff, after care, use of pet names (ma, baby, good girl), slight dirty talk, praise, dom!chris, strangers to lovers, car sex, backshots,hair pulling and spanking (only once). I think that’s it let me know if I missed anything!
Synopsis: you were on your way to a local thrift shop in downtown L.A when you accidentally bump into someone dropping their Pepsi all over your white air forces. You guys talked for a while as he repeatedly apologized, his blue eyes and his clear Boston accent keeping you in. What happens when he ends up in your backseat?.
Authors note: I told you I had something for the Chris girlies😉 this took so long so I hope you enjoy stay wet whores love ya <3
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The cars filled with moans and the sounds of kissing, gosh i don’t know how i ended up here with this guy but god he’s so hot. His hand grabs my throat as he kisses me deeply I moan softly kissing him back my hands in his fluffy brown hair. Gosh it was soft, i don’t remember how we ended up in my backseat but boy do I not regret it.
‘Mmh your lips so soft ma’ he mumbled against my lips kissing me passionately, just that alone had me aroused it’s actually embarrassing. ‘Yours too..’ I mumbled back, I felt him smirk into the kiss his free hand moving onto my thigh. I pulled back slightly. ‘Uh I’ve never gone this far before..’ I can’t believe I had to admit that to this hot guy who clearly wants me back. ‘You don’t have to do anything you’re not comfortable with’ he reassured rubbing my thigh. ‘No no I want this i promise.’
I smile ‘I trust you..’ which is absolutely crazy since I just met him but something about him felt safe and comfortable. ‘If you need me to stop or anything tell me I’ll be as gentle as you need’ I nod as we continue to kiss. After a few minutes I tugged at his shirt just wanting to feel his skin. ‘Needy huh baby?’ He jokes his Boston accent very clear. ‘You could say that..’ I smile watching him throw his shirt into my front seat. ‘Woah he got such a good body..’ I think to myself. ‘You can touch baby. He laughs grabbing my hand making me softly trace his toned body.
‘Woah…’ I say in shock, he laughs his hand moving onto the hem of my shirt. ‘May I?’ He asks, I nod as he carefully takes it off my body. ‘You’re so beautiful..’ he smiles placing kisses on my neck. ‘Chris..’ I whimpered. He smiled pulling back. ‘You ready?’ He asks, I nod watching him undo his pants. Now the backseat of a car isn’t the most comfortable place to have sex but I’m kinda desperate. ‘Okay I’m gonna warm you up okay ma?’ I nod as he gets on his knees in front of me. He undresses my bottom half staring softly. ‘Such a pretty pussy mama’ he smiles placing kisses all around it as my hands run through his hair.
‘I’m gonna start with one finger then add two okay? I gotta make sure you’re prepared for my dick’ I nod i swear I’m so wet I could fill a water bottle right now. He puts one of fingers inside of me making me feel kinda uncomfortable. ‘Chris it feels really weird..’ he chuckles. ‘You never fingered yourself because?’ I shake my head no and he looks shocked. ‘Oh woah you really are innocent..’ ‘is that bad?’ I asked worried. ‘No no.. it means I can have more fun with you’ he smiled before slowly moving his fingers towards my soaked pussy and start to rub me in a circular motion, I gasp.
He eventually adds his middle finger right into me causing me to moan at now having both fingers in me. he starts to pump his fingers faster and faster eventually sucking on my clit. ‘Chris fuck’ I moan gripping his hair. He groans softly as i run my fingers through his hair, his fingers moving faster ‘Fuck, I love your pussy baby’ He keeps to pump his fingers in and out of me, as he keeps licking my clit. I moan uncontrollably having this weird feeling in my stomach. ‘Mmmhmm, you like that? You're getting closer already, aren't you? You always break so easily...’ He curls his fingers inside me, hitting that sweet spot that drives me wild.
‘oh yes..mmh don’t stop Chris..’ I moan my body slightly shaking. He smirks and continues his assault on my pussy, his fingers moving at a steady pace as he watches my face contort with pleasure ‘You're gonna come all over my fingers like a good girl, aren't you?’ I nod quickly. ‘I’m so-so close baby’ ‘That's it, ma ... Come all over my fucking fingers’ He presses harder on my clit with his thumb as he curls his fingers inside me, sending me over the edge into a screaming orgasm.
i moan his name uncontrollably my body shaking slightly. He rubs my inner thigh softly placing kisses around my vagina. ‘you ready?’ For a moment I completely forgot he hadn’t even took my virginity yet. I nod as he sits down placing me on his lap hovering over his tip. He was thick and really long fuck he’s huge he slowly slides me down onto his dick, I hiss at the new feeling I’ve never felt so full.
‘oh Chris…’ I moan softly the pain is so strong I’m unable to move. ‘You got this baby you’re taking me so well..’ he smiles kissing my cheek softly.
The car shook as i bounced on his dick taking every inch of him. ‘Fucking squeezing my shit ma’ he grounds his hands going onto my ass helping me ride him. My tits bouncing in his face his hips matching my rhythm. He takes my nipple into his mouth as I ride him making me throw my head back in pleasure. My hand grips the back of his head as he sucks onto my breast my bounces becoming inconsistent.
He pulls back taking me off him angling me to where I’m bent over my center console. ‘I’m gonna ruin you’ he smiles kissing my back then leaving a painful smack to my ass as he pushes into me. ‘Holy- fuck’ I moan gripping the passenger and drivers seat. Chris continues his thrusts only getting deeper and deeper into my pussy.
After a while he gips my hair pulling it back as he thrusts into me. ‘So- pretty baby’ he pants in my ear making me whimper softly. ‘I feel you- squeeze my shit- fuck- uh you gonna cum f’me ma?’ I couldn’t even speak I was so drunk off his cock. I nod quickly as he lets go of my hair I grip onto the seat so I don’t fall as he grabs my hips thrusting faster. ‘Where do you want it?’ I moan softly ‘my back…’ I smirk still out of breath, I let go cumming all over his dick. He groans pulling out leaving his seed all over my back. ‘Fuck that’s so hot..’ he said taking it off my back and onto his fingers making me lick it off.
‘Come here..’ he grabs my hips making me lean back against him in the back seat. He runs his fingers through my hair kissing my head softly. ‘Is it too soon to say that I really like you?’ He says nervously. I chuckled shaking my head. “No because I like you too’ he kissed me softly. ‘Let’s get you cleaned up okay?’ I nod smiling glad I met the cute boy with white jacket.
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An:I hope it was good!! I’m still getting used to all this stuff so I hope it was enjoyable for you Chris sluts I love u guys sm have an amazing day and stay slutty my loves bye! <3
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huhmiya · 8 months ago
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CINEMA | chris sturniolo
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pairing: bf!chris x f!reader
summary: you and chris went to the cinema to watch a new film that you both had been eagerly anticipating. he wanted to have a special time together, considering it a cinema date. however, once in the cinema, he became too aroused because of you, leading to him getting carried away and having to excuse himself with you to the bathroom, which resulted in missing most of the film.
warning: smut, fingering, swearing, pet names (ma, love, good girl, darling), use of y/n, public place, dominant chris, bathroom sex, needy chris, hair pulling, ass grabbing, p in v, unprotected sex.
a/n: not my photos, found on pinterest. not sure about this one tbh.
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you - pink | chris - orange
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You and Chris have been eagerly waiting to watch a film at the cinema for the past few months. His identical brothers expressed interest in joining, but Chris preferred to have some alone time with you.
"What would you like?" he asked, who already ordered popcorn and a Pepsi for himself. He insisted on paying for your items, not letting you pay.
As he ordered what you wanted and handed you your items, his contagious smile made you smile back. "Thank you," you said, which caused him to smile a little more before grabbing his popcorn and Pepsi.
Walking into the movie theater together, he took your spare hand and led you to your seats, pulling you down next to him. As you settled down, he watched your movements, admiring the shape of your thighs as they spread out slightly due to you sat down. He adored your thighs.
"Would you like a hand?" he asked, eager to feel the touch of your skin. He cherished the sensation of your touch and was willing to do anything to maintain that connection, even if it meant giving up his YouTube career.
Ignoring the fact that you didn't actually need assistance, he was determined to help to you. As you reached for the snack you had mentioned wanting, he swiftly took them from you and placed them where you intended. "Really?" you muttered, to which he responded with a smile, revealing his teeth.
He rested his hand on your thigh and gently squeezed it, relishing the feel of your soft skin against his warm palm.
"I sometimes wonder how I managed to win you over," he whispered before planting a kiss on your cheek. When he noticed the movie had started, he shifted slightly to get more comfortable in his seat, while keeping his hand on your thigh still.
The movie started playing, capturing both of your attentions since you both had been eager to watch it ever since seeing the promising trailer.
His thumb gently caressed your upper thigh, inching closer to your intimate area, though he was unaware as his soul intention was to provide you comfort, which he achieved flawlessly.
His piercing blue eyes were fixed on you rather than the film for the past ten minutes, finding your profile captivating despite your self-perception. "Stop staring," you playfully scolded, glancing at your boyfriend who only smirked in response, refusing to divert his gaze from you.
"Your beauty mesmerizes me, darling. How can I not resist looking at you?" he whispered, stealing a few more glances before turning back to the movie.
You playfully rolled your eyes and kissed his cheek, causing him to raise an eyebrow before returning his blue orbs at you.
He casually moved his hand from your thigh and brushed your hair away from your face, using it as an excuse to touch your skin even more.
Chris found himself looking at you once more than at the film you both had been eager to watch ever since hearing about it. "Okay, my beauty can't be that good," you teased, catching his stare again.
"Trust me, it is," Chris whispered, placing his hand back on your thigh. Though his hand was now closer to your warmth which is between your legs, you were wearing shorts and a fresh love shirt that Chris had given you earlier before you both headed out to see this movie.
As you both finally focused on the movie, he couldn't help but feel a stirring in his body, drawn in by your scent and the softness of your skin against his.
Quietly, he adjusted his shorts and boxers, subtly shifting in his seat to compose himself without drawing your attention to the growing intensity he was experiencing.
Despite feeling exposed in his vulnerability, he couldn't resist the desire for more.
Observing your engrossment in the film, he scanned the surroundings and noted the proximity of other moviegoers, ensuring that the slight thrill of the moment was contained within a safe distance. The other couple nearby though remained on the opposite side of the aisle, four rows behind you both.
"What are you looking at?" Your question caused him to turn his head towards you suddenly, his heart skipping a beat as he jumped slightly in surprise at your unexpected message.
"I was checking out the people around us, seeing how far away we are from everyone else," he explains, as his finger traces from your upper thigh to your shorts.
"I wanna pleasure you.. I'll make sure no one sees, but you must promise to stay quiet, okay?" His words were laced with desire. His speech made you surprised and confused due to how bold it was.
You trusted him, so you spoke, which made him smirk because those were the words he wanted to hear. "okay..."
He made sure no one was looking before taking off your shorts. He couldn't help but smile like a kid in a candy store. He loved when you were like this with him, especially when he was feeling aroused.
He pulled your shorts off, but only up to your knees, so if someone did happen to see, he could quickly pull them back up before security noticed or something.
He rubbed his thumb against your thong, making you widen your eyes, which caused him to quietly chuckle so it wasn’t attracting anyone attention, except from you.
He felt your wetness seep through, which prompted him to whisper in your ear, "Didn't know you needed me that badly," as he bit your earlobe and then kissed your cheek.
He discreetly kept watch to see no one was looking, as he had promised not to let anyone catch a glimpse. His hand moved to the waistband of your thong.
As he began to pull them down, revealing your bare pussy that he adored, his fingers gently caressed your folds before teasingly slipping one finger inside, aware of your desire for more.
Feeling himself grow harder because of you, he set aside his own needs to focus on pleasuring you.
You attempted to stifle any sounds to avoid drawing attention, trying to concentrate on the movie, even though the pleasure he was giving you was incredible.
Unexpectedly, he added two more fingers, intending to use only two but ending up with three inside you. He skillfully curled them once he located your g-spot.
His arousal evident but yet he refrained from touching himself or adjusting in his boxers, solely focused on satisfying you.
He watched as you bit your lip and closed your eyes in pleasure while he pleasured you with his fingers. He increased the pace, his thumb teasing your sensitive spot, causing you to squirm with delight, a reaction he enjoyed, knowing he was satisfying you.
"Close?" he whispered, his intense blue eyes focused on you, observing how your innocence transformed into desire as he brought you to climax with his familiar touch.
You refrained from speaking, both aware that a moan could escape your lips and draw unwanted attention in the cinema. Instead, you simply nodded in response.
He noticed your body tense around his fingers, a satisfied smirk playing on his lips as you reached your peak.
Thankfully, you managed to stifle any loud sounds when you coated his fingers, although it was a challenge to contain your pleasure. You breathed heavily, releasing your lip from where you had bitten it hard enough to draw blood.
He withdrew his fingers, licking them clean before helping you adjust your clothing, ensuring that no one noticed the intimate moment you shared in the cinema.
“Are you okay, love?" He asked, wanting to ensure your well-being, not wanting you to feel irritated later by what had happened, especially if someone had seen, even though no one knew or anything similar.
"No, I'm not," you replied playfully. Chris froze for a moment before realizing it was in jest. He smiled and playfully twirled a few strands of your hair.
He found himself needing to touch himself even more, still feeling a throbbing pain. He had completely forgotten about the film and his desire earlier.
"y/n," he said your name quietly, savoring the sound of it. What made it even better for him was that his brother would sometimes express annoyance when you weren't shopping with them or somewhere else, chris always mentioned how you would love something or recounting a story about you.
You looked at him and smiled, your focus now on him rather than the film. You didn't know what was happening in the movie as most of the time you were being pleasured by him.
He knew he couldn’t come out with it directly, so he began by asking a few questions in order to lead up to the main reason. “Do you know what's happening in the movie, because I'm a bit lost?”
His needs were escalating, and he reached out to hold your hand, intertwining his fingers with yours.
“Not really,” you reply honestly. Even though both of you have wanted to watch the movie, he was relieved by your answer right now.
“Should we just skip it? I can get tickets for us to see it tomorrow or something,” he offers. As you look at him, he uses his spare hand to discreetly touch himself through his shorts and boxers, trying to stifle his moans. You hadn’t notice that yet.
“I don’t mind, do you?” you inquire. He remains silent for a moment, trying to contain himself as he struggles with the urge to climax while discreetly touching himself.
He removes his hand with hesitation and made his other hand stop holding yours. Instead he grabs your wrist, guiding it to his throbbing member.
“I need you. I need to be close to you, please ma.” He whispered, his eyes locked on yours in the dark movie theater, illuminated only by the flickering light of the movie screen.
His hands wandered over your thighs. "Please," he pleaded softly. You knew you couldn't, even though you wanted to. If you engaged in intimacy here, someone would surely see you two and get security.
"We can't. We'll get caught," you said, causing him to roll his eyes and quickly suggest, "Shall we go to the bathroom?" He was willing to beg on his knees if necessary.
He was consumed by his desire for you, feeling a relentless need that left him in torment. He understood his craving and it was to be close to you, to be inside you.
You were about to say yes, but he didn’t wait any longer. He grabbed your arm and stood up, leading you out of the theater, possibly heading to the restroom.
“I can't wait any longer, I need you so badly. I feel like I'm going crazy,” he said, taking you to the men's bathroom where no one else was present. He entered a stall and started kissing you passionately.
He pressed his knee against the area between your legs, his kisses were intense yet filled with love. He slipped his tongue into your mouth as you reciprocated.
Moaning, he squeezed your ass through your shorts. “I'm so lucky to have you, I have no complaints,” he said after pulling away and moving to kiss your neck, marking you as his own.
You removed his shorts, letting them fall to the ground, but neither of you cared as desire took over. He was aroused in his boxers.
He then helped you remove your shirt, as he also discarded his own.
You playfully tease him, calling him 'so needy,' but he just rolls his eyes with a small chuckle and takes off your bra, casually dropping it on the stall floor.
He gazes at your breasts and begins to caress your nipple, eliciting a soft moan from you. “You love that ma?” he whispers. “mhm”
He kisses your lips and undresses you, leaving you naked while he remains in boxers.
Your hands explore his body until you remove his boxers, feeling the heat of his skin against yours. “I need you y/n” he confesses.
Your touch has him on the verge of climaxing, but he desires to be inside you, savoring the sound of your sweet moans blending with the rhythm of your bodies together.
"I need you too," your voice was like music to his ears, and he didn't hesitate; his pre-cum was already leaking from his pink tip.
He turned you around, admiring your beloved ass for various reasons: the way it gently bounced as you walked, when he took you from behind, when he rested his head on your back while you lay on your stomach.
Brushing your hair aside, he kissed your shoulder before entering you, causing you to moan. "Be loud for me, my love, no one here," he urged.
He started to thrust inside you, causing a blend of pain and pleasure that made you moan, but he was whispering things to make you forget about the pain.
His size initially caused discomfort as he stretched you, but as you got more used to it and he stimulated your G-spot, the pain gradually faded, making room for heightened pleasure.
He continued to thrust in and out of you, kissing your neck and jawline, pulling your hair to reach your sensitive spots.
The sound of your bodies coming together echoed in the empty cinema restroom where you were alone, intensifying the intimate moment.
As he moaned at the tightness, his hands explored your body, focusing on your breasts by pinching your nipples.
"I'm so close to climaxing when your so tight around me," he whispered. He heard the bathroom door creek so he was alerting you to the presence of someone else entering the restroom. He quickly covered your mouth and urged you to be silent.
Despite the interruption, he didn't stop, instead becoming more intense and faster, making it challenging for you to contain your moans.
He listened to the sound of someone washing their hands and then leaving. “Good girl for staying quiet,” he whispered.
He tugged your hair to make you look at him while he was having sex with you from behind. His blue eyes locked on yours. “Keep looking at me like that, and I'll have to punish you,” he said firmly before releasing your hair and gripping your hip.
As he was reaching climax, you could sense it by the way his large member twitched. He thrust hard into you, causing you to moan loudly.
It felt like he was discovering new pleasure spots you never knew existed. “Chris.. I'm close,” you gasped.
“Me too, darling,” he murmured. With that, he climaxed inside you, continuing to move inside you vigorously until you also reached orgasm.
As he finished, his hot release mixed with yours, dripping out of you onto the bathroom stall floor.
“fuck ma, I love you,” he said, pulling out with a pop and then adjusting your position to see your face.
You looked adorable in his eyes, with sweat glistening and a lazy smile as you were catching your breath, mirroring his own. He gently wiped the mascara off your cheek and kissed your lips softly, briefly pausing before diving into a passionate make-out session.
“I love you more,” you whispered after he pull away but he embraced you, your sweaty bodies pressed against each other. He rested his head on your shoulder, his fingers entwined in your hair.
“Impossible,” he murmured softly before pulling away to clean you up with a tissue, help you put your clothes back on, and then get dressed himself.
“Let’s get out of here,” you suggested, both of you eager to leave and head back to his place.
He took your hand and led you out of the men's bathroom before anyone could see. His thumb caressed your palm as he exited the cinema with you.
“I promise to buy another ticket... maybe tomorrow? Who knows, we might have another round,” he smirked, placing his hand on your hip instead of holding hands.
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ericshoney · 7 months ago
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Sweetheart ~ Sturniolo Triplets
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Warnings: mentions of mental health, coping mechanisms, implied ADHD!Reader, slight innocent!reader, use of pet names (kid, sweetheart, petal, bub) in a platonic way.
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Today you woke up at twelve full of energy. It wasn't unusual for you to wake up as a bundle of joy, but the time you woke was. You usually wake up at around two or three in the afternoon, not twelve.
You had slept in Nick's bed for the night, your own room being too "boring", or that's what you told Nick as you climbed into his bed to sleep. Not that it was unusual, you and Chris both struggled to sleep alone, sometimes you'd both share a bed, giving Nick and Matt a break.
When you woke, you saw Nick still asleep besides you. Not wanting to wake him, you slowly get up and go take a shower, getting ready for the day. After a bit, you heard Nick shout.
"You in the shower, kid?" He called.
"Yeah! Nearly done!" You shouted back.
You heard him mumble an okay before you quickly finished and got out, drying your hair as you walked back into the bedroom, seeing Nick sitting on the bed, scrolling through his phone.
"Morning sweetheart." He said softly.
"Morning, how long was I?" You asked.
"Bout twenty minutes." He answered, making you nod.
Nick then went to shower and get ready as you headed downstairs to the kitchen, seeing Matt and Chris both awake. The two greeted you as you sat on the counter, swinging your legs.
"Your wearing odd socks." Matt mentioned, noticing your pink and blue socks.
"I got bored trying to find a matching pair." You confessed.
"Don't worry, petal. I'll sort it out later." He said with a soft smile. You returned it as Chris started showing you some edits on TikTok.
Nick soon joined the three of you as you then began discussing what you wanted to do for the day. The guys had a pre-filmed video so the day was yours.
"What about Target? Or the park? Or mini golf! Or what about bowling!" You rambled on quickly, making the triplets smile.
"We can do all of them bub, where to first?" Chris replied.
"Umm the park! No bowling! No mini golf! Target! Wait we haven't eaten so food!" You answered quickly.
"Sweetheart, take a deep breath. How about we go to Target, get some food and head to the park first?" Matt suggested calmly.
"Then we can go to mini golf." Nick continued.
"And end the day with bowling." Chris finished.
"Sounds good! Let's go!" You cheered, rushing to the stairs down to the car, the trio laughing softly.
"I'll get her shoes." Chris mentioned, grabbing a pair of your Converse.
By the time the triplets made it to the car, you were already sat in the back having unlocked the car, and playing a game on your phone.
"Bub, your forgetting something." Chris said, as Matt started the car. You looked up and realised he was holding your shoes.
"Oh right." You giggled, slipping them on and putting your feet on Nick's lap, letting him do your laces.
"To Target!" You cheered.
Music began to play as you looked out the window, watching the world go by and before you knew it, you had arrived at Target. The guys got out first before you, something they always did, in case you walked out in front of a car from being distracted.
"I'm gonna get some sour gummy worms!" You said, already excited for the sweet treats.
"Kid, you don't need anymore sugar." Nick said with a laugh. You stuck your tongue out as you all went into the large store.
You all started looking around, grabbing some stuff you wanted for now or later, Chris grabbed a large case of Pepsi saying he was running low, but you knew there were at least ten cans in the fridge. You then drifted away from the guys, a few fidget toys grabbing your attention.
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As you looked at the different toys, Nick, Matt and Chris started to panic, not seeing you by their side. The trio were protective over you and knew you didn't like being alone, so losing you in a large store wasn't good.
"She was just here!" Matt exclaimed.
"Where would she go?" Chris questioned.
"There!" Nick shouted, pointing out your small figure by the end of the toy aisle. You had a good handful of fidget toys now.
The three rushed over to you as you looked up at them with a sheepish smile. Knowing you made them panic.
"I got distracted..." You mumbled, holding the fidget toys.
"It's okay, petal, but tell us next time. Or grab one of us." Matt said gently, running a hand through your hair.
"Yeah bub, we don't wanna lose you in Target." Chris added.
"We're not mad." Nick reassured you, knowing you were thinking that.
"Okay! But look at these! They light up too!" You cheered, showing the brothers the toys you found. They smiled, knowing you were happy.
"We'll get all of them, sweetheart." Nick said, taking them to hold, in case anything else caught your interest.
You smiled wide as you all continued shopping before heading off to the park. The guys cherished days like this with you, knowing you'd get a lot of your energy out and be extra happy.
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loud-sturniolos · 6 months ago
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Gender reveal
A dad!Chris Sturniolo fanfic
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SUMMARY:
Intimate gender reveal between Chris, you, Matt and Nick.
WARNINGS:
Fluff, swearing, dad!Chris, kinda short, not proofread, kinda shit I’m half asleep😭
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You heard the front door open, and immediately knew Chris and his brothers were home. You stood up off the sofa, and smiled when Chris, Matt and Nick walked in, each with 2 full bags from Target. Chris walked over and kissed your cheek, then crouched down to press a kiss to your baby bump, “How’s my special little man doing?” You looked down at him, letting out a small laugh. “The baby is fine, and you dont know if it’s a boy yet.” You tease, ruffling his hair before walking towards the kitchen where Nick and Matt had started unpacking the bags, Chris trailing behind quickly.
“Did you get the plain cupcakes?” “Yes.” “And both blue and pink frosting?” “Yep.” “And the-“ “We got everything you asked for. Calm down.” You shrugged and grabbed the bag of chips, opening them and popping one into your mouth. “Just gotta make sure.” Chris reached over, trying to sneak a chip, but you batted his hand away before he could. “Hey, that’s not nice. Let me have one, ma.” He said, putting on a fake pout. “No, get your own.” “And don’t pout, you’re not 3, Chris.” Nick added on, not-so kindly.
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An hour later, everything was set up for the small gender reveal. A small arch of blue and pink balloons, the gender reveal cake, and extra cupcakes decorated in either pink or blue.
You felt Chris walk up behind you, his arms wrapping around your waist and his hands splaying across the baby bump through your clothes. “Lookin’ good, ma.” He said softly, pressing a kiss to your temple. “Me, or the decorations?” You teased, “Both.” Chris said against your head, you could practically hear his grin. Chris gestured to the cupcakes, “Can I try one?” “Fine. Just one.” You giggled as he immediately grabbed a boy-themed cupcake and started eating it.
Matt and Nick walked over, each with grins on their faces. “We doing this now, or what?” Nick asked, you responded by pointing at Chris, who was still shoving cake down his throat, “Once he’s finished his cupcake.” Matt let out a small chuckle, leaning against the wall and taking a photo of the table of cupcakes and the balloon arch to post on his friends-only.
After Chris finally finished his cupcake and washed it down with a Pepsi, he was stood next to the cake, trying to figure out how to cut it. “Chris, dude, just cut the cake.” “No, I don’t want to ruin the decoration.” He says firmly, he finally finds a safe place to cut the cake without ruining any of the decor. He lines up the knife, then slowly cuts the cake in half. He stares at the cut cake for a moment, holding his breath as he slowly pushes the halves apart to reveal a pale blue cake. Chris lets out a soft gasp, immediately spinning to face you. “I.. it’s a boy??” You nod in response, a huge smile on your face, then as Chris runs over and engulfs you in a bear hug you let out a squeal.
After a long, tight, 5 minute hug from Chris, he finally lets go and allows Nick and Matt to hug you. “You got name ideas yet?” Nick asks curiously as he pulls away from your guys’ hug, his hands staying firmly on your biceps. “No, no names yet, Nick.” You replied, slightly amused. “Okay, well, if you need name ideas just come to me.” “Absolutely not. Babe, do not go to Nick; he’ll probably say some name off RuPaul.” Chris says with a blank, firm look. You giggled and rolled your eyes playfully, “Alright, alright. Wont go to Nick for name ideas.” “Good.”
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camzeecorner · 4 days ago
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𝚏𝚛𝚊𝚝 𝚋𝚘𝚢!𝚌𝚑𝚛𝚒𝚜 𐙚
The day at work was filled with chaos, with rude customers adding to the already stressful day. My feet throbbed with every step, and a dull, persistent pain gnawed at my lower back. Each time I got sent back with the same plate, the complaints echoed in my ears, "The food is too cold," or "This isn't what I ordered", which only caused my frustration to grow. The relentless cycle of dissatisfaction seemed never-ending, it wearing down my patience and energy.
For the past ten minutes, I had been closing out earlier checks from customers who had long since left. The rush had finally slowed, and a calm began to settle over the place. As I finished closing each and every check and logged out of the computer, sighing deeply I leaned my head down, resting it in the palms of my hands. Closing my eyes, I hum lowly silently savoring the small moment of peace the universe had granted me. Just as I went to sit down, the sound of the door opening made me peek up slightly. Instead of the dissatisfied customer I were hoping to leave, my eyes met the sight of five boys, each clad in hockey jerseys and sweatpants. Mentally rolling my eyes, I had to braced myself for the next wave. Grabbing my torn up notepad, I began walking towards them, ready to sit them and take their orders.
“Hi there boys, table for five?” I asked, putting on the fakest smile I could. I scanned around the group taking them all in. They all looked remotely close to my own age. Maybe slightly younger. They all nodded, as I turned on my heels and began walking off. I turned my head to the side and motioned for them to follow me.
I sat them more towards the back corner, which is usually where our bigger parties went. They thanked me and began having their own discussions which gave me time to finish setting their table. I walked off grabbing theirs menus and utensils, bringing them back placing one of each item politely in front of them. I swiftly checked the wall clock seeing I only had 1 more hour of my shift. I smiled lightly and brought my attention back to my table.
“So what drinks will you all be starting off with?” I asked looking around at each of them. They all skimmed over the drink section of the menu and pondered for a brief moment.
“I’ll have a uh.. blue raspberry splasher.” The one in the middle spoke. I nodded and wrote it down along with the price. I waited for someone else to speak up and I tapped my foot silently on the floor. “Okay I’ll have a water.” Two boys spoke in sync, laughing as they did so. “Okay, and for you two?” I asked averting my eyes to the end. “We’ll get Pepsi thanks.” Said the one with long hair. I nodded at them and finished writing each item down.
Walking off I head to the drinks and grab a platter. Grabbing 5 cups putting ice in each. Pouring all the drinks I set them nicely on the platter, grabbing some straws. I walked back to the table and sat each drink in front of its owner.
“So do we know what we’re getting to eat or would you like some more time?” I asked the group. “We’re ready now.” The long haired boy spoke up. I grabbed my notepad from my back pocket adjusting my weight to the opposite side. I tapped my foot impatiently waiting for one to began.
“Yea so uh we’ll have 5 cheeseburgers then like a shit ton of appetizers.” He spoke. He looked up at me for a second, which happened to be the first time at all. I grew tired of standing here with them, feeling the corners of my mouth twitch.
“Okay right, so you just want 5 burgers without the combo meal?” I repeat making sure i understood what he was saying. He nodded at me, looking in my eyes. I felt a little small under his presence but I swallowed it down.
“Okay sounds good. What appetizers were you guys thinking?” I asked with less enthusiasm. I looked around each of them watching the group ignore me. I cleared my throat making myself known.
“Come back in 5 we’re not done deciding.” The middle man spoke up. I huffed and looked to the side, nodding my head. Walking back to my station I pulled my phone from my pocket and opened my messages. I replied to everyone then shut my phone off. I glanced at the time noticing it had been more than 5 minutes.
I walk over to the group yet again and approach them with more of a tired attitude. “Done deciding?” I asked them plainly. “Sure is sweetheart.” The long haired spoke. I grinned lightly at his words acknowledging him. “So we’ll uh have the onion rings and jalapeño poppers.” I glanced around the table before speaking up. “I’m sorry we don’t have jalapeño poppers anymore.” I admitted.
The long hair boy squinted his eyes and ran back over the menu. “Yea im pretty sure it says right here you do.” He smirked looking back at me. I sighed out in annoyance and smiled. Again. “Sir, yes I understand, but these menus haven’t been updated yet. I can assure you we don’t sell them anymore.” He nodded taking in my words. He sucked his teeth and began to speak again. “So if you wouldn’t mind could we still get them? I mean isn’t this false advertising?” He said with fake pity.
I rolled my eyes done with my nice act. “Dude we don’t have anything to make them, we stopped selling them. So please if you would, you can select something else from the menu.” I let out a breath that I had been holding. He looked at me blankly cocking his head to the side. “Ma’am.. have you ever heard the phrase, ‘the customer is always right’?” He asked in a witty tone.
“Yes sir I have.” I said bored. He clapped his hands together in a cheerful manner. “Awesome to hear. So you do realize it’s my word over yours, right?” He asked with a smile that made me shudder.
I chuckled slighty and nodded at him. “You know what, you are completely right. I’ll have your food ready in no time.” I spoke before walking off. Heading to the kitchen I began reading their order stopping at the jalapeño poppers.
“We have a special request of jalapeño poppers also, claimed it was our fault for the false advertising on the menus. Wouldn’t take no for an answer.” I spoke with annoyance recalling the conversation.
The cook nodded and opened the freezer. “They’re in luck tonight. Got one more bag left.” He raised his eyebrows. I thanked him and opened the door walking back out to my area. I sat down and opened my phone waiting for the bell to ring so I could take their food. I noticed the time had went by thirty minutes so I gathered my items placing them in my bag, so when they left I could too.
Hearing the bell around 15 minutes later I jolted to my feet and walked over the window. I grabbed each plate and balanced them on my arms. Walking back I sat the two baskets in the center of the table and put one burger in front of each.
“Look at that. Jalapeño poppers.” The long haired spoke. He grabbed one before tossing it in his mouth. I grinned before speaking. “Guess it was your lucky day.” I replied quickly.
The group sat and talked and while eating the food quickly. Watching them closely making sure they were still okay, I sighed running a hand through my hair. Going back to the computer screen I rang up their check, printed it before walking over and setting it on their table.
Walking back to the computer I waited for one of them to approach and pay. Just as I hoped so much, none other than the long haired boy came over. I smile at him extending my hand for his card.
“Thanks” I mumbled. Handing him back his card, I closed his check. He left me a twenty dollar tip, so I smiled at him sweetly for the first time tonight. “No problem sweetheart.” He winked.
They each gathered their items and began walking out the door. I thanked them one last time before grabbing my own items. I clocked out grabbing my ticket and tossing it in the trash. Walking towards the door I yelled a goodnight, hearing a faint response. I pull my keys out and began walking to my car.
“Hey wait up!” I heard slightly behind me. I stopped and looked over my shoulder seeing them same boy again. I sighed and turned completely facing him. He came to a stop in front of me and smiled.
“Hey there” he spoke up lightly. His cheeks had grown a little pink from the cold air. I purses my lips before exhaling. “Hi” I spoke firmly, trying to make this quick, ready to get home. “Can I get your number?” He asked softly. I blinked at him before shaking my head. “I’m sorry, why?” I asked truthfully. He shrugged and hit down on his lip. “Dunno. Guess you’re cute.” He mumbled. I snickered slightly. “Wow, thanks.” I exaggerated. “Cmon I think you owe me anyway.” He said stepping closer to me. I jerked my neck back slighty taken back from his words. “How do I owe you?” He hummed nodding his head at me.
“Well you did refuse to serve me my food I specifically asked for, then you had such rude manners…” he began listing off. He stepped even closer whispering in my ears. “And I would love to show a bitch like you how to properly speak to someone.” He pulled away and smiled at me. I looked at him completely lost. I hesitated before slipping my phone from my back pocket into his hand.
He quickly typed his number in and put his name. Chris. Cute I guess. Giving me his phone to me I did the same. He handed me back my phone as I did the same, and with one final goodnight he walked off.
Walking through my door I kicked off my shoes and walked to my room. Placing all my bags down I gathered my items for a shower. Walking to my bathroom i slip out of my dirty work clothes before tossing them in my hamper. Turning the water on I let it warm up for a moment before slipping in.
I stepped out the shower after about 25 minutes. I quickly dried off and got dressed getting everything done at once. I walked back into my room and slip beneath my covers. I grabbed my phone from my nightstand and noticed new messages. Just as I clicked on the messages I got an incoming call. Looking at the contact name I see ‘Chris’ and groan.
“Hello” I spoke into the phone. I crossed my arm over my chest as I waited for him to speak. “Hey sweetheart, you miss me yet?” He flirted. I chuckle rolling my eyes. “It’s like I can’t even stop thinking of you.” I joked back. I heard him laugh before speaking again. “Send me your address.” He demanded. “And why would I do that?” I asked in an obvious tone.
“Because, like I said earlier. Someone has got to teach you some manners.” I could feel his smirk through the phone. “Is this your pathetic attempt of an excuse to a bootycall?” I wondered out loud. “Maybe, is it working?” He asked. “I’ll text you.” I said finally before ending the call.
I quickly messaged him my address before closing my phone. I waited for his arrival, sitting in my bed. I had been watching Gilmore girls for the time being. Just as I went to get up I heard three faint knocks at my door. Walking to my door I open it and I’m met with no other than Chris.
Immediately Im met with his lips smashing against my face. I gasped and stumble slighty before gaining my composure. Pulling away i scan over his face. “No greetings?” I asked out of breath. Quickly he shakes his head. “You don’t deserve it.” He replied, without hesitation he cupped my face bring my lips closer to his, only this time I quickly began kissing him back.
I led him to my bedroom all while our lips were still attached. I pushed him on my bed softly before climbing on him. I ran my fingers through his hair combing the waves out. I pressed my face deeper into his own savoring the moment and tatse.
I felt him move his hands to my waist before giving me a slight squeeze. I let a groan out letting him know I was enjoying this.
Softly I began trailing my kisses from his lips towards his neck. Finding a good spot i began to suck lightly. I heard him slighty hitch his breath before letting out a small whimper. I moaned at the sound and lightly trailed my fingers over over his stomach .
Without even thinking he quickly flipped us over, positioning me to be underneath him now. I gasped at the sudden movement and looked into his eyes. He looked down at me and smiled slighty. He leaned down and reconnected our lips. They moved in sync as it grew sloppier.
I felt him growing hard under me, moaning at the feeling. As if on cue he slighty pressed his cock straight on my dripping cunt. I whimpered into his mouth and bit on his lip slighty.
Tossing my head back he began grinding his hips into mine rubbing his cock on me. He moaned lowly before biting down on his bottom lip. I tossed my head back while letting my mouth hang open.
Arching my back slighty I peel my shirt off, tossing it on my floor. My boobs bounce slighty from the movement, watching as his eyes trail over them momentarily.
“Get on your knees.” He spoke quietly. I obliged him with a nod before sinking on my knees in the floor. He now stood in front of me, stroking my cheek as I looked up at him.
“Ready for your lesson baby?” He asked with a fake pout. I nodded at him before swallowing down the lump in my throat. “Say yes daddy.” He grinned. I cringed at the words but listened to him nonetheless. “Yes daddy.” I spoke softly.
He patted my cheek twice firmly with the soft touch of his hands, before pulling his attention to his pants. “Now I want you to shut up and take my dick. Any complaints and I’ll punish your ass. Understood?” Nodding softly I mumble a faint yes. Quickly sliding his pants down,he slowed his actions, watching as he began to tease me with each tug. I whined growing impatient, reaching my own hands up.
Suddenly I felt a slight sting on my cheek. He slapped me. I blinked slowly, my head turned to the side. It wasn’t hard or painful but i definitely didn’t expect it. It only resulted in me growing even wetter for him.
“No touching unless I say.” He spoke with a blank expression. I nodded at him before pouting. “I’m sorry daddy.” I apologize. He smiled at me before grabbing my face.
“Open your mouth.” Without thinking twice I did just that opening it as wide as I could. I stuck my tongue out as he lightly tapped the tip of his leaking cock on my tongue. I looked into his eyes as seductively as I could.
Quickly swallowing him fully I hallow my cheeks creating a suction. I move my head slowly gaining speed as I went. Bringing my hand up I gently cup his balls before giving them a slight tug. He moaned at the touch softly throwing his head back.
Gently he began fucking my face as he bucked his hips forward. I pull him from my mouth jerking him quickly. Bringing his balls closer to my mouth I gave both of them a kiss before sucking gently on the skin.
“Shit- that’s it baby” he moaned. I placed him back in my mouth before deepthroating him, gagging on his size. I could feel the tears daring to spill out. Coughing slighty I pull him out my mouth before spitting my saliva on his shaft. I stroked him coating him completely in the juices.
Placing him back into my mouth I could feel him twitch slighty. He grabbed the back of my hair fixing me to look up. Pulling himself out of me he tapped my face repeatedly with the tip of his cock. Pulling back he began strolling himself at a fast paste. Taking it as my sign, I stick my tongue out ready to catch his load. Feeling spurts of his fluids fly on my face and tongue I could only moan at his taste.
Quickly he comes down from his intense high. Walking off he grabbed some tissues and began wiping my face clean. I thank him before sitting on my bed. I wait patiently for him looking off to the side. He walks back into my room and grabs his things. I stand abruptly in confusion.
“What the hell! You’re leaving?” I shout at him. He turns back to me, before walking over. Quickly he presses a kiss to my lips, which I return. He pulls back with a snug smirk. “Didnt i tell u I was here to teach you a lesson? Don’t worry I’ll be back soon to return the favor.” He spoke quickly. He began walking towards my door, before opening it, then shutting it behind him.
I scoff, what an asshole.
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hearts4chriss · 11 months ago
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Pour it up.
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Cocky! Chris x Poc! Stripper reader
prompt: Chris is a regular, he always comes to the club with his bestfriend Nathan and notices you once again and makes a move but is very cocky and you don’t take that lightly ( wearing the bottom right )
Part 6
warnings: sub! Chris, deep throating, riding, degrading, overstimulation, bondage, face riding, use of pet names ( good boy, ma, princess, sweetheart, baby boy, baby, mama ), basically giving this man the time of his life
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It was around maybe 9:58 when I started getting ready to go out and preform, that was until my manager came in.
“Hey girl ur mans heree.” She smirked leaning against my locker, the cigarette smoke lingering from her lips.
“he is not. My man.” I roll my eyes finding an outfit and a pair of boots.
“Girl he’s ONLY here for you I bet, he’s gonna make a move and come on he’s really fucking hot.” She says puffing some smoke I chuckle and shake my head
the thin red spaghetti strap top, letting my tits sit perfectly and than the bottoms were a red thong hugging curves showing off my tattoos more than usual and my fishnet stockings and red boots just about did it, with a tough of lip gloss, I brushed my weave and I was ready.
“Okay girlll I see you. Anyway get ready you got two minutes.” She pats my shoulder and I throw on my boots and fix my hair and get ready to go out on stage.
I happen to peak out and there the motherfucker was, this time, hanging around some random guy he probably had no idea who they were as he wasn’t speaking to them drinking probably Pepsi or some shit I don’t know. I roll my eyes
The club was packed, I was bound to make a little over 2 grand tonight with how I was dressed, I was a favourite.
Soon enough the song “pour it up” by Rihanna comes on and that’s when I began strutting out slowly and seductively to the stage as the cash was already being thrown.
Throw it up, throw it up (throw up) Watch it all fall out (fall out) Pour it up, pour it up (pour up) That's how we ball out (ball out) Throw it up, throw it up (throw up) Watch it all fall out (fall out)
The amounts of cash fled below my feet as I swayed my hips side to side making my way to the front of the runway and there he was.
Chris Pov
i watched as she walked down the stage in that sexy and tight-ass outfit. fuck she looks so damn good. She doesn't even know my name and God she's hot- the way her hips swayed on the stage and her boots effortlessly walking in them with no issue. Her thigh tattoo leading to her ass looked so good in the dim lights, only on her. She looked perfect. Her tits nearly spilling out of that nonexistent top. fuck I was hard. I just wanted to take her right now and ruin her. or her ruin me. Fuck either way i'm making a move tonight.
Pour it up, pour it up (pour up) That's how we ball out
Strip club and dollar bills I still got more money
I made my way to the pole walking around it before stopping and swiveling seductively down the pole my ass out front for everyone as the cash landed on my ass some pervs sticking it in my thong freaks.
I grind my ass on the pole my hands in my hair running them down my breasts to my knees doing a squat spreading my legs watching every guys eye drop to betwen my thighs.
Patron shots, can I get a refill? I still got more money
Chris Pov
fuck I swore I was gonna cum in my pants when she spread her legs and twerked literally in front of me. I groan feeling my dick press against my jeans trying to not make my boner so prominent but fuck this girl is hot. and fuck the stage flooded with so much damn money but I was going to give her way more than that.
I continue my act still gaining everyone's attention, catching the boy in my eyes as I twerked in front of him, and fuck my manager was right, he's hot. as. fuck. His eyes were blue I could get lost in them, his hair wasn't too long nor short. His jawline, Id sit my ass on his face anyday. So yeah, im gonna give him a little show.
Strippers goin' up and down that pole And I still got more money Four o'clock and we ain't going home 'Cause I still got more money Money make the world go ‘round
I do an inside leg hang on the pole and that's when upside down I saw the boy throw money I looked down and did a split and saw a couple hundred dollar pills. I smirk at him place them in my bra and finish up my act.
Once I finished I got ready to get ready to get off stage the boy comes up to me and stops me.
“Hey gorgeous”. The boy whispers to me and I turn around and look him up and down
“Hm? ur kinda cute whats ur name”. I say sipping on my water his eyes drawn to my body covered in a sheen layer of sweat.
“Chris. the brunette haired boy smirks down at me confidently
“I bet I could give you the time of ur life.” He whispered in my ear his hand playing with my stockings and I chuckle.
“I wouldn't be so confident you dont even know me.” I look him up and down and he raises an eyebrow.
“hm. I don't see why not? why don't you give me a private show, I'll pay you whatever you want”. He whispers in my ear and I back up.
“Pfft”. I roll my eyes
“oh come on sweetheart- your saying you don't think we'd have a good time?” His eyes lock with mine, I look down at his jeans his boner sticking out like a sore thumb, fuck now I had to help him.
“250, thats what I charge”. I hold my hand out and he slaps a fat stack of 100s in my hand and my eyes widen.
“Ugh, come on.” I roll my eyes pulling him in the back upstairs in the private room unlocking it and pushing him in locking the door putting the cash on the table.
I contacted my manager to put the cash I earned in the bag in my locker.
“so? you ready to feel like a princess?” the boy smiles devilishly approaching me and I roll my eyes and push him on the bed.
“uh uh this is my job you'll do what I say got it?” I say seriously gripping his neck
“and besides I think you need some help”. I smirk whispering dangerously low in his ear rubbing my hand over his jeans watching him buck his hips into it.
I reach under the bed grabbing a box opening it pulling out a red vibrator. just to match my outfit
The boys eyes widened
“You gonna make me watch you?” He questioned watching me turn it on and I shook my head crawling on the bed in front of him
“no, i'm gonna use it on your pretty dick”. I smirk pulling his jeans and boxer off fuck he was so big
“mm not bad.” i chuckle holding him in my hands squeezing a bit rubbing the red tip with my thumb as he began to squirm
“Aw whats wrong? not so confident are you?” I said mocking him and he groaned
“F-fuck- “he stuttered and I placed the vibrator on his tip and his eyes shot up and he moaned out.
I used my other hand to play with his balls as my tongue licked up chris's throbbing veins on his cock, he was already falling apart.
“mmph FUCK!” the boy cries out and I press the vibrator further on his tip and he cries out louder.
“You poor thing, so fucking needy.” I chuckle confidenly turning off the vibrator beginning to deep throat his lengthy cock.
“O-oh fuck- s-shit ma!” Chris moans his hand tugging my hair squelching sounds forming as salvia dribbles down my chin already from his dick being fat as fuck in my mouth.
The way my plump lips fit around him was fucking perfect, he was so fucking big and fit inside my mouth, his moans were so deep and hot.
“SHIT- baby- fuck you suck me so good-“ he groans stuttering over his words his chest heaving as I felt his dick twitch already from how hard he had been.
“Such a fucking slut jesus.” I roll my eyes and he whines helplessly before removing my mouth feeling twitch
“Come on baby cum for me all over my pretty face.” I breath out whispering in his ear before sticking tongue out as he cums on it and letting the rest drip down too my tits.
He thought it was done? I smirk before using this as advantage to tie his wrists to the bed.
“W-what are you doing?” he pants.
“Oh you'll see. You wanted to be a needy whore, im gonna treat you like one.” I said removing my thong and stockings before hovering my wet pussy above his face.
“Fuck- ur so wet-“ chris groans practically drooling at the sight above him.
“Yeah? ur about to have all of it in ur dirty mouth”. I smirk before resting my ass on his face, his tongue quickly getting to work.
“ugh fuck chris- just like that”. I moan out grinding on his face as he nuzzles his face further into my pussy licking every drop.
fuck he was so good- its like he knew my body like the back of his hand, his tongue was nothing i've ever felt before, it was damn good. But fuck no im not telling him that.
I felt him tug at the restraints as he groaned, chris's nose rubbing against my clit his plush lips on my cunt dripping over him.
“Fuck fuck yes-baby- such a good boy”- I pull the boys hair feeling my stomach cave in at his touch, his tongue tracing all my sensitive spots.
“mmph fuck- make me cum baby boy- “I arch my back resting my asscheeks further on his face and he squirmed and I chuckled as he began to struggle.
“Not so much to say now huh.” I taunt but moan in response holding the headboard as my stomach heated up
“Oh fuckk! yes- im so close chris!” my cries filled his ears feeling his face push even further in my ass as I felt myself cream his face quickly as I breathed heavily.
I climb down below sitting on his chest taking in the beautiful mess he was in front of me, his face covered in my cum was perfect.
“Oh your tired? thats cute.” I chuckle before straddling him positioning myself on his cock and he whimpers feeling my ass meet his pelvis
“I-mmph fuck- I-cant-“ chris whines and I roll my eyes shaking my head
“I dont give a fuck you needy slut you asked for this”. I said firmly beginning to bounce on his dick seeing his fallen eyes watch his cock disappear inside me.
“Fuck chris ur so big- shit-“ I moan breathing out as he fit inside me perfectly like puzzle pieces.
I grabbed his neck continuing to ride him forcing him to look at me, his face tear stained cheeks from the now overstimulation and the neediness he'd been begging for me, for days now.
“mmph- mama- I-f-fuck”- the boy choked on his own words and I smirked and chuckled darkly gridning my hips on his dick.
“aw slut whats wrong? cant take it? be a good boy and you'll cum got it?” I said and he nodded.
I smirked and pulled away bouncing once again, his thick cock filling my pussy perfectly as I watched him become an absolute mess below me, pathetic honestly but it was cute.
“O-oh fuck baby boy making me feel so good with ur dick-“ I praise and throw my head back watching the brunette squirm below me as my ass slaps against his thighs loudly, almost taking him out.
“SHIT MA! S-so fucking good”- he groans and whines leave his mouth.
“Yeah? you like how I use you like this? fucking you so good you can't think? hm?” I mock tilting my head swiveling my hips on him and he groans.
“Y-yes- mmph- fuck I love it- please I need to cum-“ he cries helplessly sobbing at his needed orgasm.
“I know baby almost there- fuck- cum with me yeah?” I said and he nodded and I began riding him once again his eyes widening at me slamming down on him again
“FUCK FUCK”! chris screams his head falling onto the pillows and I breath heavily with him my hands digging into his thighs and he winces.
“So close baby boy- fuck make me cum again so fucking good to me-“ I moan biting my lip slightly and at this point chris can hardly take it so I speed up to make him finish faster
“mmmhmp FUCK IM GONNA-“ Chris cries out again before shooting his thick load onto my walls and I cum soon after him slowing my movements sliding off his dick.
“Fuck Chris”I sigh deeply going into the bathroom grabbing some wipes and water bottles and untying his wrists.
I take a good look at him and smirk.
Chris was fucked, the tears really got me and how fucked out he looked, just from me, his lips, chin and neck had my cum on it from when i rode his face and his legs a bit shaky from the orgasm he just had.
I kiss his forehead and I wipe him off.
“Fuck- that was amazing”- he pants sitting up looking at me.
“Im glad you enjoyed it.”I chuckle.
“O-oh wait I have something for you, can you hand me my jeans?” He speaks and I raise an eyebrow giving them to him feeling them a bit heavy.
He goes in the left pocket handing me two stacks of 100s and I swore I could scream
“Some extra for my favourite girl.” He smirks
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lovelykil · 1 month ago
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diet pepsi
reminds me of the aftermath of a skateboard date with kil. It's around nine and the both of you, burnt out and tired, drive for some fast food to fill your empty stomachs. Killua parks in an empty parking lot to eat before taking you home for the night. Of course the two of you eat, a few fries and a bite from your burger, but the blend of the salty savory fries and joyous laughter fills the car.
words are exchanged much more than silent munching, until you put down your food to lick the salt off your fingers. This draws Killua's attention, his eager eyes darting over to your lips. The way you suck on your finger like a lollipop simply just trying to get salt off your finger makes him feel weird. Who licks off salt like that? Maybe he was just being a perv, or maybe he was right.
you grab a napkin and look over at him, "before you take me home, wanna do something?" You ask as you toss away the dirtied paper. The way your voice sounded asking him that was far from innocent, you sounded hungry and mischievous glaring into his eyes with such a lustful gaze.
he blushes profusely, knowing exactly what you are indicating. He hesitates and grabs his phone, 9:15 it reads. Your dad wants you home by 9:45. He looks over at you, you raise your brow with a coy grin.
"15 minutes." He replies, strictly.
your smile grows and you chuckle. Your eyes narrow onto his lips and then into his eyes before leaning in to kiss him. He responds quick after your lips come in contact with his, his hand leaves his phone to lift your chin and turn his head to deepen the kiss. The sounds of wet kissing and light moaning begin to disturb the humming of the radio that plays in the background.
the both of you huff heavily once he releases you from the intense kiss, his thumb rests on your wet lip as his dazed blue eyes narrow down into yours. You stare at him with passion and curiosity but blush momentarily from his words.
"get in the backseat."
. . .
from the outside, the car windows are hazy and cloudy, a mystery to what may be occurring on the inside. But suddenly, a hand slaps the window and leaves a messy print. A loud passionate moan could be heard as well as the car shifts a bit. From the inside, it was hot and humid but neither of you cared. The fantastic feeling of your body moving against him was too much for you to care about the stupid temperature, he's been fucking you for good sake. He holds your hips as you ride out your orgasm causing you to moan so heavenly as you finish. Once you finish he reaches to retrieve his phone while you tiredly rest on his shoulder, out of breath.
9:50, it reads.
"shit, you take a damn long time to cum." He playfully teases, throwing his phone to the side. He yelps in pain from the sudden harsh sensation on his neck as you bite him. "hey! What the hell?"
you climb off him to lift your pants, "sorry, just wanted more of you." You grin at him. He glares at you for a moment, rubbing his neck before leaning to kiss you, you melt into the kiss, and soon giggle against his lips as he pulls you back onto his lap swiftly.
looks like you're gonna be extra late.
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aniesvision · 5 days ago
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𐂂 𝑯𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒚 𝑵𝒆𝒘 𝒀𝒆𝒂𝒓, 𝑪.𝑺.
𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜: 𝒇𝒍𝒖𝒇𝒇, 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒇𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔, 𝒌𝒊𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈
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𝚜𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚢: 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒇𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒃𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅 𝒂𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒚𝒆𝒂𝒓 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒔 ✺✺
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I picked up an empty red cup and filled it with non-alcoholic cider. The familiar taste of apple sweetened my tongue as I walked back to the balcony, setting my cup on the table beside me and my arms on the balcony. I looked at the sky, which was colorful with some early fireworks.
-Hi. –I hear a low, soft greeting, the familiar voice making me smile.
-Hi. –I answer back, turning my face to look into the blue eyes that had caught my attention months ago, now a little darker in the night.
He leans against the balcony, the genuine smile on his face making me feel butterflies in my stomach.
-Only five minutes left. –He warns, his attention turning to the vivid colors in the sky.
-Yeah, it went by fast, and it wasn't that bad. -I say, chuckling softly, which makes him look back at me with one of his eyebrows arched.
-It wasn't that bad? -He asks, a provocative smile appearing on his lips.
4 minutes.
-Well, it could've been worse, but it could've been a lot better, y'know? –I replied, leaving a hidden message in the air.
Our friends gathered around us, looking at the fireworks that were already exploding everywhere and talking about the year that had just passed.
-What could've been better? –He asked, taking a step to the side to get closer to me.
Our shoulders were touching and he kept his eyes on me, but out of nervousness mine were focused on the fireworks. My cheeks blushed a little at my own thoughts, wondering what answer I'd give him.
3 minutes.
-Mm, I don't know, I could've done a lot of things I like without thinking of what other people would think, I could've talked more about how I feel and maybe confessed my feelings to the guy I've had a crush on for the past months. But, of course, I didn't do any of that. Maybe next year. –I answer, smiling at him, a bit embarrassed about the last part.
He looks at me with a confused and slightly disappointed expression. His eyebrows arched as his eyes searched for any hint of who I might be talking about, but when he found nothing he looked down, the bubbles of his soda becoming the main focus of his vision. A few seconds of silence passed and I was sure that he wasn't going to give me an answer, after all, there really wasn't much to talk about.
2 minutes.
Chris is the only one in my thoughts for the last three months and coincidentally one of my best friends. Ever since we met, I've been fascinated by his spontaneous manner, his ability to make me laugh, his ability to be that friend who makes any hang out better.
We became friends very quickly, but it took me a few months to see him differently. Beauty doesn't do everything by itself, but he wasn't just a pretty face. He makes me laugh, he keeps me entertained with his stories, our conversations never end, his company is comfortable, and he also has his serious side where we can talk about sensitive and slightly heavier things.
-So you're into someone. –His answer came, subtle and unpredictable.
Chris was playing with his red cup, half full of Pepsi, and trying his best to hide his disappointment, but I couldn't ignore the sad, unhappy look on his face. 
-Yeah, but I don't know if we would work so I didn't do anything about it. –I say, sincerely, but avoiding saying too much and ending up confessing what I shouldn't.
He nods in affirmation, takes a deep breath and looks out at the view from the balcony. I'm starting to get a little nervous about this interaction, so I find myself biting the inside of my cheek as a way of calming down.
1 minute.
-Why do you think that? –He asks, his voice calm but firm.
My eyes never leave his face, scanning every detail. His few, almost imperceptible freckles, his eyes that looked black because his pupils were dilated, his freshly shaved beard, the shiny earrings in his ears, the backward hat. Everything about him, absolutely everything, was just perfect.
-I don't want to ruin our friendship. –I whisper, giving away who I was talking about.
Fuck it.
His eyes return to me, his face serious, but showing a hint of a smile on his lips.
-Yeah? -He asks, as if checking.
I hear our friends starting to count down, 10 seconds.
-Yep.
My cheeks turn red in embarrassment and his smile only grows. I couldn't stop looking at him, even though I wanted to, it was like his eyes were hypnotizing me.
9.
I couldn't hide it any longer. It was a time for change, and regardless of whether it was for better or worse, it needed to happen, I needed to tell him.
8.
-You like me? –He asks, as if he still doesn't believe it.
7.
He turns his body, no longer leaning against the balcony, but standing in front of me, just one step away. It was like my entire body panicked and I felt as nervous as a teenager talking to her crush.
6.
I also change my position, now facing him, reluctantly studying his eyes.
5.
-Yeah, I do. –I finally confess.
This is terrifying, my heart is beating so fast, I feel like my fingertips went numb, my cheeks are burning and my mind is thinking of a thousand things at once.
4.
The voices of our friends on the countdown and the fireworks already bursting loudly in the sky were the only things I could hear.
3.
His smile grows even more and it makes me a little less nervous, at least he's not mad, right?
2.
He takes the last step forward, bringing our bodies together, one of his hands on my hip, squeezing lightly, and the other on the back of my neck, pulling me closer.
1.
Chris brings our lips together in a long, calm and delicate kiss, making me immediately melt and kiss him back, my arms wrapping around his neck.
HAPPY NEW YEAR.
The voices didn't separate us, not even the screams of our friends when they realized we were kissing.
I didn't tell anyone about my feelings for Chris, I thought it'd be a bad idea and initially I thought it was just a crush that would eventually fade away, but obviously it didn't. So, to say the least, they were all surprised.
We only separated when the air ran out, a giant smile on our faces. Our foreheads were still touching when he whispered.
-I've wanted to do this for a long time.
I giggled happily, but didn't have time to answer him. We were both pulled away by our friends for New Year's hugs and a lot of questions from our confused friends that neither of us knew what to answer yet.
It was my first kiss of the year, and my first kiss with him, and I couldn't have had a better New Year's Eve than this.
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angelicabunny · 1 year ago
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Use Me - part two
warnings: smut (i’m a slut i know 😇), swearing, matt sturniolo x reader
summary: matt makes his promise true and finally returns the favour of helping you out.
this has a part one, but can be read as a stand alone.
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it had been a week since i helped matt out and my body was still craving him, luckily it was the weekend meaning i’d be spending the night with the triplets. nick had the idea of a baking challenge for a video, i couldn’t deny him, one it would probably hurt his feelings, and two it would be suspicious if i just spent the night with matt in his room.
no one around us seems to know what’s going on yet even with the flirty comments matt has been making around them all. nick had just finished setting up all the ingredients for us in the kitchen. we only took forty five minutes to film, so matt suggested we sit in the living room all together to watch some tv.
chris sat on the comfy lounge chair, nick taking the one next to him, leaving the love seat for me and matt, perfect.
matt had already sat down, his hair fluffy and his clothes sitting perfectly on him, i sat beside him making sure to keep a little distance. he smiled at me while still staring at his phone. nick ran up to turn the lights off and start the videos.
my eyes began feeling tired twenty minutes into binge watching youtube videos, matt noticed and shyly placed his large hand on my soft thigh while giving me a lustful stare. his hand etching closer and closer to my throbbing clit. my breaths became more shallow, my mind was foggy as i tilted my head back against the wall, the quietest whimper escaping my lips. i couldn’t take it anymore, i shot out of the seat. nick and chris looked at me confused.
“i um.. i don’t feel too good, i might go lie down.” i said while rubbing the back of my neck, my palms already sweating. i looked down to find matt smirking, his face illuminated by his phone screen.
“oh, that’s fine y/n, go take a nap in matt’s room, it’s the closest” nick said kindly while pausing the tv.
“yeah you’re all good y/n, we can always hang another time.” chris said while playing with an empty pepsi can.
i looked down at matt, his eyes full of lust, before making my way to his room. i could feel his eyes burning holes in the back of my head.
i quietly sat down onto his bed before lying down on the soft pillow, it smelled exactly like matt. in the distance i heard his voice, soft but still sweet.
“i’m gonna go check on her, see if she needs help.” he said, the sound of his footsteps coming closer.
i could feel my panties getting wetter, my core throbbing, begging for his touch. my legs now pressed together trying to suppress my neediness. i looked up, matt standing in the doorway looking perfect. “hi” his voice soft and raspy, he had to be quiet his brothers were just in the other room.
he made his way over to me while swiftly removing his hoodie, exposing his veiny tattooed arm. he moved closer to my face, my breathing shallow as he planted a soft kiss on my collar bone, i couldn’t help but lean into him, i was craving him. he slowly tugged at the hem of my shirt before removing and tossing it into the floor near his hoodie. his eyes trailing down to my red lace bra, lust clouding his blue eyes. his kisses now getting sloppier as he made his way down to my chest, to my hips.
he gripped the button of my jeans before frantically removing them, i needed him so bad. my wet panties now exposed.
“what a dirty little girl, so wet for me already” he said while teasing me through the fabric.
“please, matt, i need you so bad.” i said while trying to hold in my whimpers of pleasure.
he nodded while coming back up to kiss me, his bulge pressing against my clit through his pants. he quickly removed them exposing his boxers. i palmed him through the fabric and begged him with me eyes.
“please just fuck me already” i was begging, getting wetter by the second.
“be patient baby.”
he planted a harsh kiss onto my neck while sucking, hoping to leave a massive hickey. he pulled his cock out and pushed my panties to the side. he rubbed my flaps with his slender fingers, now bringing them to my mouth forcing me to taste myself, the unfamiliar tang sat on my tongue just as he shoved himself into me without warning.
“o-oh my god, matt!” i moaned out, my hands flying to my mouth worried we would be heard.
“shh, it’s okay baby i got you.” he said while stroking my face, his thrusts getting harder. “turn over for me pretty girl, all fours.” he said while pulling out fast, my orgasm fading away.
i obeyed and arched my ass onto him, his cock filling me once again, “mm that’s my good girl” he said while spanking my ass as it bounced off his pelvis.
his thrusts continued, his tip digging deeper and deeper into my tight pussy, getting me wetter by the second. my arousal making my thighs slick. “are you doing good baby” he said while rubbing my back.
“i-im so fucking close matt, p-please don’t stop.” i moaned loudly, now biting my knuckles trying to keep it in.
“shh you’re okay baby, let it out” he said still thrusting hard. a groan spilt from his lips almost sending me over the edge.
“i want to hear you matty” i said in between my moans. his pace picking up while he let out the softest whimpers, he was close.
his hands gripped my hips, pulling me harder onto his cock while he thrusted, he was hitting my spot so well, i cried out while gripping the sheets. my tight walls now clenching him as my orgasm took over. he wasn’t far behind me.
“ahh~ im, im coming f-fuck!” he whimpered while filling me up. “oh f-fuck y/n” he said while rubbing my back. i rolled over onto my back lying down sleepily while wrapped in his silky covers as he planted himself next to me.
“you’re such a good girl baby,” he said while tracing his thumb over my bottom lip, “my sweet girl.”
i hope y’all liked this 🙏 since it was a little rushed!! i’m also begging for requests 😭😭 i love writing what others want me to and it’s just so fun seeing what y’all come up with <3
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vennilavee · 3 months ago
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diet pepsi
written for @ficsforgaza!! the prompts were squirting + nagi seishiro from blue lock. wc is ~3k (sorry)
warnings: oc is kind of a stalker
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A familiar username pops up in Nagi Seishiro’s periphery, showering him with bits once again. As far as he remembers, fairygrl777 has shown up in every single livestream he’s done since he started. He usually streams when he plays video games, or if he has a quick twenty minutes before practice. 
But fairygrl777 always shows up, without fail. When he’s playing video games, he tries to answer as many questions as he can even if he’s on a timed side quest. All these strangers seem to be enthralled by watching him quietly play Overwatch or Final Fantasy, for some strange reason. 
Fairygrl777 doesn’t just send bits, chats and cute emojis to him, but when Nagi is feeling particularly exasperated by the gameplay and complains about how annoying this particular mission is, they always talk him down. Or tell him what the next step in the game is. He supposes they’ve already beaten it. 
Little does he know that fairygrl777 didn’t sleep for thirty-six hours in an attempt to finish this game for that exact reason.
Fairygrl777’s little fairy wings pop up on MapleStory as a mage, too, one of Nagi’s secret guilty pleasures. Sometimes he likes to do missions with her, his illium mage running alongside her ice and lightning arch mage.
It’s just footyboi7 and fairygrl777 spending time in the Secret Garden before standing in the Kerning Tower together. 
Fairygrl777: <3 how romantic… it’s almost like we’re holding hands isnt it
Footyboi7: if u say so
Fairygrl777: :) 
Fairygrl777’s icy blue hair and sword has become a comforting presence to him. It’s quite often that he finds himself trotting after you in the game, his bow tight in his character’s hand. The hours seem to fade away with her excited chatter in the chat as they both collect mesos and finish jobs together.
Sometimes he leaves abruptly, but fairygrl777 never says anything. Out of the two of them, she talks more than he does in the chat.
Nagi is curious what her voice sounds like- he bets she sounds ethereal, like the translucent wings on her back.
It must be a coincidence, how fairygrl777 is almost always online when he is. Or how she never seems to miss one of his rare livestreams.
Nagi shrugs. It’s just a sheer coincidence.
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Nerves seize you the moment you exit the train and head for the platform, though you’d classify them more as excited butterflies than true nerves. It’s like you’ve been here before, even though you’ve never set foot on English soil in your life. 
All you’re relying on is Nagi Seishiro’s vague retelling of the area.
It doesn’t take long for you to make your new apartment in Manchester your own. The apartment was already somewhat furnished, so all that’s left is to decorate it. Trinkets sit on top of your desk, matching the rugs adorning your floors.
You absently wonder if you asked Nagi in the chat to help you move furniture in, would he have helped you? 
You sit on your bed after you unpack all your things and inhale deeply. This is your life now. 
Before the anxiety of being alone in a brand new country can wash over you, you take in a deep, deep inhale of the crisp, autumn air from the open window. Leaves have already begun falling, shades of burgundy and marigold settling tenderly along the roadside.
It’s overcast in Manchester today, but you are in high, bright spirits.
The apartment you’re renting for an indefinite period of time isn’t too far from the Manshine City stadium- only a fifteen minute ride on the rail. You’ve nearly the path to the surrounding parks and already researched what restaurants and grocery stores you may frequent during your time in Manchester.
It’s meant to be a fresh start for you, after all. A new country, a new city. A new you, with new friends, new lovers. A fresh start from your old, doldrum routine you had been desperate to escape.
If you only had five minutes, you could show Nagi Seishiro how well you’d be together. You could mold yourself into the perfect partner for him. Who knows better than you what he needs?
You could be anything he wants, like a blank canvas waiting to be filled in. You want him to fill you in with broad brushstrokes and streaks of color.
The timing has to be perfect. You trust that it will happen, that he will notice you. You just have to be patient. You can’t be too much or too little. You have to be just right to pique his interest and keep him curious for more.
Perfect. You will be perfect when the universe opens the door for you.
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“Don’t you recognize me, Seishiro-chan?” your voice is sickly sweet.
“No, am I supposed to?” Nagi tilts his head to the side and you giggle, the sound reminding him of a windchime.
“I’ve been to all of your games since I moved here and watched all of your streams,” you reply, nudging his shoulder with your own. Nagi’s eyebrows raise as he traces your face, trying to place where he knows you from.
“You’re not the first or the last girl to do all that,” he mutters, “What is it? Do you want a drink or something?”
“If you’re offering,” you shrug, “Just a diet pepsi for me.” He turns his back to you and leans against the bartop, waiting to get the bartender’s attention.
The bar is packed with Manshine City players, security and the lucky few fans who were able to get through the crowd and into the bar. Purple and blue lights bounce off of Nagi’s perfectly tousled locks  in waves, making his eyes look softer than they actually are.
If you pretend hard enough, Nagi Seishiro could be your boyfriend. You could easily lean against him, feel him relax against your touch as the warmth of his hands wraps around your waist like gentle vines.
But instead, he stands a few inches away from you, his handsome face drawn forward and looking away from you. He taps on the bartop impatiently with his credit card, long fingers curled around the piece of plastic tightly.
Nagi huffs, turning to you with ire in his eyes.
“This is taking forever,” he complains.
“Maybe you should be a little more patient,” you reply, gesturing for him to give his order to the bartender. The bartender rolls his eyes at Nagi. He definitely heard his complaint. You get lost watching the planes of Nagi’s face, the curve of his nose and the depth of his eyes. 
Your fingers brush against his accidentally. You hardly notice his fingers linger.
“Patience pays off, I guess,” you joke when he hands you a drink.
“I guess,” he echoes.
“Everything has its sacrifice,” you reply, looking him dead in the eyes. Recognition flashes across his face momentarily but it goes as quickly as it comes. Where has he heard that before? It sounds so familiar, but he can’t quite place it.
The intensity in your eyes lessens before you offer him another sugary, sweet smile. It’s mismatched on your face, like a piece of a puzzle that doesn’t quite fit. It would be unnerving if he didn’t think you were cute.
“Thanks for the drink, Seishiro-chan,” you chirp, “Cheers to new friends!”
“Friends? I’d hardly call us friends,” Nagi says sincerely.
“Maybe something more?” you tease.
“More? Like best friends?” 
Nagi thinks of Reo briefly, catching a glimpse of the man’s violet locks. The back of his head indicates that he seems agitated by something.
You don’t reply, instead peering at him from the top of your glass while you take a large sip. Nagi decides not to shake you away for the time being, basking in your attention and allowing you to cling to every word he says.
His eyes catch onto your forearm when you adjust your purse. He lingers at the patch of newly exposed skin, peering curiously at the not so hidden tattoo inked. 
It’s a pair of icy blue fairy wings, so small that if he wasn’t paying attention, he’d miss it. His dewy lips part curiously, a question bubbling on the tip of his tongue. But Nagi cannot find the words to ask it.
“Wanna see? You can touch, you know,” you say easily, “You just have to ask.”
“Can I?”
You nod and Nagi allows his thumb to glaze over your smooth, warm skin and over your tattoo. What you don’t say is that it’s a relatively new tattoo, only about six weeks old. To commemorate your move to a new country.
His touch his gentle but you shiver at the concentration captured in his baby brown eyes. The buzz of the bar fade away with each second he holds your gaze and you refuse to be the first one to break.
Nagi can hear Reo now, chiding him for what he’s about to do next-
“Wanna get out of here and go back to my place?” he says, taking your empty glass and placing it on the bartop.
“How romantic,” the familiarity of your words rings a bell in his head, “Thought you’d never ask.”
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Nagi ignores Reo’s calls and texts, the buzzing on his phone incessant in his pocket in favor of pressing you against his closed bedroom door. He refuses to let you get too far, his lips chasing yours the moment he entered his apartment. You taste sweet, like his favorite cherries and vanilla, and he forgets to breathe for a minute when you bite his bottom lip.
He pulls away for a minute, devouring your smudged lip gloss and gilded eyes reverently. The depth of his gaze makes you excited, as if he’s devouring you slowly. 
You’ve sprayed on his favorite perfume. You hope he unwraps you with his teeth.
“Can I take this off?” he says hoarsely, tugging at your blouse.
“Duh, but,” you look at his pants, “Are you sure you don’t want to get that?”
His phone is still vibrating. 
“Sorry, babe, let me just get this,” he kisses your cheek in apology and you nod, getting comfortable on his bed. 
“What the fuck do you want, I’m busy,” Nagi nearly snarls into the phone.
“Did you go home with-”
Nagi turns his head, only to see you unbuttoning your blouse with a shy smirk. His throat goes dry and he gulps as you lean back once you’re completely bare. Your warm skin glows with the dim lights of the bedroom. He’s itching to touch you.
“No, I gotta go,” he says quickly and hangs up, ignoring Reo’s protests as his phone falls ot the floor carelessly. 
“Come here, Seishiro-chan,” you murmur, spreading your legs for him to rest in between them. He’s impatient, eager to touch you and run his hands all over your heated skin. 
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Nagi’s breaths are bruising as he licks his reverence against your skin. You pretend that this is not the first time he scales your body with his hands, that his touch is that of something more than a lover. It’s easy to pretend when his fingers shake as he fumbles with the button of your jeans. It’s easy when he licks into your mouth and presses his clothed hips to yours.
He doesn’t know where to look first, so he lifts your hips easily and tugs your jeans off. His breath hitches when he catches the expanse of your thighs in his tight, strong grip. The sigh that leaves your parted lips washes over Nagi like a wave.
He wants to hear more of you. More.
Something sits on the tip of your tongue and it escapes your throat in the form of a breathy gasp of his name. Your belly curls at the heat in his dark, grey eyes. 
His body is taut, lean from hours and hours of training and practice. Your fingers ghost over his chest. Goosebumps rise on his skin. You reach for the belt buckle of his pants, but he stops you with a warm hand on your wrist.
You shiver at the strength concealed in those fingers.
“Are you sure about this?” Nagi rasps, his tongue feeling dry in your throat. He feels a bit depraved, for how much he wants to touch you, to claw at your heated skin and close the space between you both. He is hungry, the desire to consume you nearly overwhelming him.
You see it in his glassy eyes. The desperation for a release.
He won’t move, won’t give in to the friction that your skin grants to him. You place your foot on his chest, toes freshly done in a pretty dark blue, and nod at him with a soft smile.
It looks misplaced on the planes of your pretty face. Nagi can’t shake the odd sense of familiarity in you, can’t help but lean into it. Lean into you.
“Yeah,” your voice is choked by your own desire, “I’m sure. Are you sure?”
“God, yes-”
“You don’t need to bring god into this-”
Nagi kisses your ankle gently, a stark difference from the blazing look in his usually resolute eyes. Butterflies flutter around in your belly and he keeps eye contact with you as he kisses up your calf. It’s sweet, for someone that you just met.
You fall into the fantasy even more, unseen fairy wings taking you higher and higher.
He cradles you, his arms bracketing your head and your legs wrapping lazily around his waist as he presses a deep, bruising kiss to your lips. You chase his kiss, refusing to let him go too far and rolling your clothed hips into his. 
“Ugh, you’re pretty…”
You preen at his praise, unable to stop a smile from forming on your lips as you kiss him again. You bite on his bottom lip before slipping your tongue into his mouth obscenely, swallowing his groan and locking it deep in your chest.
You could pretend that he just confessed his love for you. You throb with longing.
He traces the shape of you with his hands, chasing with his lips before slipping you out of your panties. He holds you as if you’d disappear into the night, like you’d fly away on the wings of the tattoo burned onto your arm.
You’d stay here forever to convince him that he loves you.
The reverie is jostled when you hear his phone buzzing on the floor again, calling out to Nagi. But he ignores it and doesn’t allow you to question it, instead licking and soothing his way down your navel and your hips. 
He knows you, you think happily, he really knows you. How else would he know how to kiss you, how to mouth at you in a way that has you seeing stars and curling your toes. He stares at you as his tongue nudges your wetness, swallowing every sweet drop of you that he can. He laps at you with a ferocity that you’ve only seen when he’s on the field.
Maybe Nagi sees you as a prize. The thought sends a bolt of heat straight down your spine.
Nagi looks at your pussy in wonder before spitting directly on it and rubbing your clit languidly, searching your pretty face for the tell-tale gasp of his name that tells him where to go by following the sounds of your breaths.
You don’t know where to look, and instead grip his blonde hair with enough bite to make him hiss. You writhe in his hold, feeling balmy coils burn in your belly as he slithers his hand within yours.
“You’re so wet,” Nagi mutters to himself. Or to you, maybe. He doesn’t let go, always touching and pressing some part of you as you bloom in his hold. Like a lotus. He wraps his lips around your clit eagerly, like a trained puppy.
Your eyes meet his eyes as he pushes a long finger inside of you while he drinks from you. Nagi is reminded of sweet nectar, unable to get enough. He is starving for you, for you to whimper his name again. Pushing down on your hips as you writhe in his hold, he allows himself to feast on you.
“Make me cum, Seishiro,” you gasp feverishly, “Oh, I’m so close…”
It’s agonizing, how hard he is. Nagi wants to sink into you, fill you to the brim with his cock. Split you open, see your eyes roll back to your head. But before he can do that, before he can bring you to sweet rapture, he needs you to unravel all around him.
He brings you to the precipice, bringing you so, so close. He’s never heard the sounds your pretty pussy makes with anyone else, the way his fingers curl tightly in you makes you jolt. But you don’t beg him to stop.
An aching begins to burn in your belly. You don’t recognize the feeling, but you let him continue to devour you with hungry lips. The sounds that he pulls from you- from your throat, from your pussy- are filthy. Enough for your face to burn, if you weren’t so fixated on how swollen his lips were and how he belongs in between your legs.
You gush all around him with no warning, coating his lower face with your cum and your wetness. Nagi pulls away with wide eyes, as if he can’t believe it. The blanket below your body is soaked, but he doesn’t care.
“Woah,” he says, “Did you just…”
“Yeah. I’ve never… done that before,” you reply. Your legs feel like jelly and you’re seeing stars at behind your eyes as you try to catch your breath. Nagi looks at you like you’re a meal and he’s ravenous.
“Let’s see if you can do that again,” Nagi says, looming over you with a tenacious look in his eye.
“Whatever you want, Seishiro,” you say easily with a disarming smile, tugging him closer to you, “I’m yours to use however you want.”
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“Hey, call me sometime?” you say, pressing a post-it with your phone number on it to his chest, “Or, you know. Maybe I’ll just see you on Maple Story?”
Nagi’s lips part in surprise, his breath catching in his throat. There’s no way that you’re fairygrl777. That would be an insane coincidence… But the tattoo, the way you know what bars he frequents, when he’s online…
Maybe Reo was right to try to interrupt him all night. Something somber washes over him, keeping him rooted to the floor.
“Wait- you’re-?”
“Yup,” you pop the ‘p’ as you gather your things and head out of his apartment with a wicked smile, “See ya around, footyboi7.”
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alaskan-wallflower · 6 months ago
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Good morning friend I hope you’re having a good day so far! If you have any may I pls request either some Sodapop hcs or Curtis brother hurt/comfort hcs? It’s that kind of day for me 😔 I hope you have a wonderful day ❤️🎞️
aw, thanks!! I’d be more than happy to! 💛
Sodapop headcanons:
He’s absolutely terrified of bugs. He punched a hole in the wall because he saw a spider (Darry was livid)
He is not a picky eater at all. He will eat food that’s been dropped on the floor. He doesn’t give a shit.
Him and Steve steal snacks from the gas station all the time and just go into the back closet and gorge themselves
Soda is either a laughably awful singer or he has a beautiful voice. No in betweens
He walks around his house shirtless constantly like he’s gods giving gift (he kinda is but Pony and Darry get tired of it)
If you think he’s a bad cuddler when he’s awake just wait until he’s asleep. You’re not getting out of his grasp once he’s asleep. Don’t even try. You’re stuck in bed for the night.
He gets hella bloated after eating and he’s mortified by it
He’s loved the song Rockin’ Robin. I dunno why.
He loves listening to music because it helps him focus on smaller things but then he gets distracted
He hates that his eyes are brown and constantly wishes they were blue
He has ADHD
He never touches a drop of alcohol not because he’s scared or anything but because he despises the way it burns his throat
He’s undefeated in burping competitions aside from Johnny (he can be kinda gross ngl)
Sometimes in the midst of a crisis he’ll just drop an absolute pearl of wisdom and then wonders why everyone stares at him like he has two heads
He believes in ghosts and swears he saw his parents’ ghosts once
He’s a lot more affected by the death of his parents than he lets on
He has the fluffiest hair ever when it isn’t greased back. Him and Pony. Darry has courser hair
He’s a whiny bitch when he’s hungry and doesn’t shut up about how full he is when he’s eaten
He unironically says the corniest shit like “uh oh spaghettios’ and “i need to catch some z’s” and shit like that
He enjoys when Pony reads to him even though he doesn’t pay much attention which frustrates Pony a bit lmao
He prefers to cuddle with Pony over Darry because he says Darry’s chest is “too hard and muscular to be comfortable” which insulted both Pony and Darry to an extent
He is the best pillow in the world. He has the softest tummy you could ever imagine (also the loudest though unfortunately)
His insults are actually really creative and nobody expects it from him
He will put eat a steakhouse in a matter of minutes if you set him down and told him to go crazy
We all know he has a skincare routine (or he would if they could afford that shit)
Sometimes he feels like he’s the glue of the three brothers and if he takes a wrong step they’re all gonna fall apart
He gets a golden retriever when he’s moved out and definitely names it Pepsi-Cola or something
Hurt/Comfort:
You can absolutely tell when Pony is upset. He does NOT have a poker face lmao
He prefers to be reassured by his brothers over anything else because it’s easier for him to gauge that they actually mean what they say
Boy is a stress eater-one time Darey came home and Pony had eaten an entire cake by himself and was absolutely miserable
He usually tends to gorge himself in meals but when he’s anxious it’s hella different
All three Curtis brothers are stress eaters ngl but Soda is by far the worst
Pony doesnt sleep when he’s anxious. He just sits there awake with his thoughts
He has VIOLENT panic attacks-if you try to touch him and you aren’t a member of the gang have fun with that broken nose of yours
He doesn’t mean it but he will scream at you to not touch him if you go to
Pony is a pretty crier but his panic attacks tend to get ugly
He tends to hit himself when he gets anxious too :( Darry has had to restrain him on more than one occasion because he was seriously scared Pony would hurt himself
The aftermath is a bunch of sniffles and hiccups. He doesn’t talk much before or after a panic attack and it takes effort to get him to open up bai ut what’s wrong
Absolutely will not cry in public. No matter of it’s late at night and he’s alone or not. He’s too scared someone will come by and he wants to look tuff
Darry will hold him while Soda massages his belly to ease his anxious tummy (or to help him digest the morbid amount of food he eats when stressed) and they’ll either address what’s wrong or they’ll distract Pony by talking about something they know he likes
Soda is the same way tbh but it’s because he thinks he shouldn’t be allowed to cry
You can always tell when Soda is upset because he doesn’t eat (canon in the book) and he’s also and normally quiet
He locks himself in his room when he’s upset because he doesn’t wanna burden Darry and he thinks because Pony os his little brother he isn’t allowed to be comforted by him
He had many breakdowns over Sandy and lashed out a lot after because he really loved her and he was furious with her and himself
He kind of shuts down and will just stare ahead at nothing when he’s upset and it’s more unsettling because he’s not moving. He’s not playing with his fingers or bouncing his leg. He just looks completely out of it as he sits still
He gets headaches a lot when he’s anxious and will usually turn in early and that’s even more unusual since he’s a night owl and usually restless at night
But all it takes is a hug and he breaks down completely
Darry came home from work once and literally just hugged Soda as a greeting and Soda started bawling into his chest
He mumbles a lot when he cries too, it’s kinda sad
It doesn’t take long to calm him down-a cuddle session from his brothers is all he needs before he’s satisfied again
As soon as he’s done crying he’s just like “can we have dinner now”
Darry is really stoic when he’s upset
You can always tell because his eyes get a lot colder and harder when something is bothering him
He always denies anything being wrong because he’s supposed to be strong and stable but Pony and Soda constantly asking him gets him to explode
Hes just like “YOU WANNA KNOW WHATS WRONG?!” and then goes into a rant about everything that happened
Pony and Soda just learned to listen because Darry doesn’t exactly want reassurance all the time, he just wants to vent
He paces a lot when he’s ranting too and uses his hands an awful lot to talk
If something is REALLY bad they can kinda tell he may need a good cry because his voice constantly cracks and he swallows a lot more and small thing like that
Pony and Soda work with him post book to just have a good cry every once in a while because it doesn’t mean he’s any less than, it just means he needs to let it out sometimes
Soda always gives him back rubs after because the tension from the anxiety gets to him. Pony just talks to him because Pony has a way with words
All three of them enjoy cuddling though and when one is upset, the other two are absolutely making a cuddle puddle where the anxious one is in the middle and the other two just hold onto the person in the middle
WOOF-that was longer than I meant haha/I hope these are good!
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ericshoney · 7 months ago
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Sneaking out ~ Brothers!Sturniolo Triplets
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Summary: You want to go to a party, but your brothers won't let you, so you sneak out.
Warnings: usual swearing, random names for friends
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It was going to be a good night you thought. Your best friend Jess was throwing a party to celebrate the start of Summer and even though it was a Thursday night, you didn't have to go to school the next day, so you thought why not.
You had just finished getting ready, slipping a navy blue dress on with some trainers, curled your hair and added a little bit of make-up. You walked out your room, texting Jess, when you accidentally bumped into someone.
"Sorry." You mumbled, looking up to see Nick. Your brothers were home from LA for a while.
"No worries. Why are you all dressed up?" He asked, taking in your outfit.
"Jess is throwing a party." You answered.
"A bit late for a bunch of teens isn't it?" He responded, seeing the time was now eleven.
"I'm seventeen and don't have school in the morning, mum said I could go." You responded.
"Well mum and dad have gone out for the night, leaving us in charge. Let me get Chris and Matt." He replied, rushing off to find your brothers.
Nick quickly returned with Chris and Matt, both of them looking at your outfit. You felt there was nothing wrong with your mid-thigh length dress but your older brothers thought otherwise.
"Nope, your not going dressed like that anywhere." Chris said, shaking his head.
"It's also late." Matt added.
"Come on, it's now only eleven!" You exclaimed.
"Nope, your curfew is twelve so there is no point in going." Nick responded.
"Really!" You shouted.
"Yeah, kid. Mum and dad left us in charge and we said no." Chris replied.
You sighed and went back to your room, slamming the door shut. You frowned knowing they could do what they wanted yet you were still not allowed. A few minutes later, a knock on your door was heard.
"Hey kid, we're going out to film a car video, we can chat once we get back. Please don't be too mad at us, we're only trying to look out for you." Matt said.
You ignored him as you heard him leave. You faintly heard the car drive off, meaning you were alone. You then got a message from Jess asking where you were.
"Fuck it." You grumbled.
You jumped up from your bed and went downstairs, checking to see your brothers were gone. As it was clear, you grabbed your keys and left the house. The time was now half eleven and Jess only lived down the street, meaning you could have a good two hours at the party before heading home.
When you arrived at Jess' house, you were greeted with hugs and cheers whilst being passed a drink, non-alcoholic obviously, before dancing around and having fun.
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By half one, you decided to call it. You said bye to Jess and started to walk home. You thought the guys would be a bit longer filming, but you were wrong. You saw a car pulling up right in front of you and instantly recognised it as your family car.
"Shit." You mumbled.
"Y/n Sturniolo get your ass in the car now!" Nick shouted.
You scurried to the car, quickly getting in besides Nick. All three of your brothers looked angry to say the least. Matt then drove home, the car in total silence.
When you arrived home, you got out the car quickly, only to be grabbed by Chris, holding your arm as he dragged you to the living room. You sat on the sofa as the three of them stood up.
"So....how did filming go?" You asked, trying to ease the tension.
"Good we came back early as we finished quicker, but we didn't expect to see you walking down the street." Nick replied.
"We fucking told you to stay here!" Chris shouted.
"You broke curfew." Matt added.
"I'm sorry." You apologised.
"Why? Why go when we told you not to?" Nick asked.
"I was just excited and Jess only lives down the street I promise there was no alcohol either! I had Pepsi!" You exclaimed.
"But we told you not to go." Matt responded.
"I know, I was just upset you didn't let me. Even after mum said I could." You replied.
"It's done now. Don't let it happen again." Nick said, making you nod.
"Now go get changed and we can watch a movie." He added.
You sighed and went to your room to get changed, just as Chris poked his head in.
"Hey kid?" He called.
"Yeah?" You responded.
"I can't be mad at you. Lowkey kinda proud you snuck out. Next time plan your time better." He said, making you laugh. Chris then screamed as you heard someone slap him.
"Don't give her ideas!" Matt shouted.
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buzzyb33 · 1 year ago
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Flustered
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Prompt: going over to James’ house for a stream ends up with watching a movie which ends in couch cuddles and something more?
Warnings: swearing, they/them pronouns, suggestive,
(Request!!)
Me and James had been friends since before Covid, meeting each other through editing and both having a passion for music, as we both developed more feelings developed, along with a lot more comfortability.
I run my hand through my hair as I knock on James’ door, preparing to stream a bad art ban stream.
Today I was wearing baggy dark blue jeans, a white vest and some navy converses.
He opens the door with a grin.
“On time, short arse?” He says as he ruffles my hair.
I scoff but smile as he shuts his door.
“How are you, James?” I ask as I bend down to stroke Otto.
He answers positively as he leads me to his streaming room.
I sit in the chair and pull a can of Pepsi max out my pocket and open it, James is tweeting the stream and asks me to do something for the camera.
I give a cheesy grin and wave as he gives a dead face.
“You know, I think you pull in the views, so best performance, n/n.” He grins as he puts his starting soon screen on.
I sip my drink as the viewers flood in, the chat filled with my name.
James switches the screen and I wave, he opens his mouth to speak but I take the mic.
“Hi chat!!” I wave with a grin.
“They’re excited..” James says as he looks into the camera.
I look up at him and he laughs.
“Before we start, what’s your favourite song in my album, n/n?” He asks as he puts his hands together and looks at me.
“Denial and you are here.” I reply and copy his hand movements.
He looks at me for a second then nods. I nod back.
“Chat!” He says and clasps his hands together.
“As you can see, we have a special guest, say hi to them!”
I smiled as his chat flooded with various ‘hi’s’ and ‘hey’s’
“Any news on you?” He asks and looks between me and the chat rolling.
“Not really.”
We got onto the drawings and I leaned forward.
“Oh! It’s me and you!” I say as I inspect the drawing- it was made on Microsoft paint and it was great- it was me and him eating ice cream.
“Shit dude this is great.” I say and look at their twitch name.
“You should VIP them.”
“Fuck off.” He retorts
“You fuck off.” I say back and look into his eyes.
“You can’t pretended to be intimidating then be under 5’6” he says with a laugh.
“Oh fuck off, James” I laugh back.
After the stream I was in a pretty good mood as we leave his streaming room.
“Do you wanna watch something?” He says a little distracted.
“Yeah, okay.” I say as I sit on his sofa next to him.
“What do you wanna watch?” He says as he looks up from him phone to me.
I adjust my hair and shrug. “You can pick.”
He rolls his eyes and puts on grown ups one.
I smile at him and lean forward.
Throughout the movie, I ended up with most my body weight on him.
As I’d got here at seven and we’d streamed for an hour, it was now ten as the second film started playing.
“Do you wanna stay here tonight?” James asks with a gentle tone.
I run my eyes and nod. “If- it’s okay.”
He stands up and goes into his room, he comes out a couple minutes later and gestures me into his room.
“I- set you some clothes out.” He says quietly as he sits back down.
I smile at him and head to his room to change into a black shirt with a small twitch logo on it and some shorts.
It smelled like my best friend.
It smelled like James.
I smile to myself as I head back into the living room he looks up and holds his arms out.
I grin and lie down with him, I was originally faced at the tv, with my back to him but I turned around to have my face in the crook of his neck.
My body heated up a bit as I did this, causing my breathing to get heavier.
I was now breathing down his neck as his arms stayed loosely around my waist.
I was flustering myself from being in his arms.
Why was I getting flustered by James?
I gulp and try to calm myself down, feeling nervous and a slight put in my stomach.
“-are you okay?” James cuts my thoughts off and I pull myself away from his neck and look up at him as he sits up.
“Mhm- yeah, why?” I ask, my voice not convincing; I can feel how hot my face is too.
He studied my face and then gives me a look- almost knowing.
“Are you okay?” He asks again.
I look down and my face just gets redder.
“Are you flustered?” He pokes at my arm as he laughs.
“No!” I sputter out and cross my arms.
He laughs again and pushes my arm slightly: “come here.” He says as he lies back down.
I hesitantly get back into his arms and steady my breathing.
He holds me as I close my eyes, cuddling into him, falling asleep in his arms.
A/n: I HAVE NEVER WRITTEN USING THEY/THEM PRONOUNS SO IM SORRY 😫
Please request me shit it gives me motivation to write and space things out better.
You’ll have a JJ or Josh fic soon from my requests rn!
@ace-call-me-what-youd-like
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