#chris sturniolo blurb

[chrismalfoy]

giving dilf!chris head while he’s on the phone with his baby moms.

you tug on chris’ tan jeans while he’s on the phone discussing his son’s schedule with his baby momma.

you haven’t met her yet.

but you’d never admit, at times, you get jealous.

your tongue swirls around the base of his dick as you look up at him.

chris doesn’t push you away — he closes his eyes, letting the back of his head fall against the couch cushion.

he exhales shakily through his nose, slowly opening his eyes.

“chris, are you there?”

“mmhh—yeah. yeah. sorry, i’m listening.” he reaches out to tuck a strand of your hair behind your ear as he grabs a handful of your hair into his hand.

as you bob your mouth up and down—taking in what you can, his mouth falls open, letting out a moan. “sh—shit!”

“chris. are—are you doing something?” his baby mom asks. “no. i—i just accidentally stubbed my toe.” he exhales lowly, murmuring.

you lick and suck his dick, slurping. “you’re clearly getting head. i can hear slurping.” she retorts, rolling her eyes.

“i—i’m not.” he fails to hold back his whimpers. she scoffs again, mumbling in annoyance. “you’re so gross.”

he closes his eyes, letting his head fall back again as his hand wraps around your throat, signaling he’s close.

© chrismalfoy

[delilahsturniolo]

ꪆৎ chris fingering you under a blanket . . .

requested by anon!

(fingering, pet names, dirty talk, teasing, kissing.)

the flickering tv light cast elongated, dancing shadows across the room, painting the scene in a hazy, erotic glow. popcorn crumbs, scattered like fallen stars, littered the grey rug. beneath the plush, oversized blanket, you and chris were intertwined, a tangled knot of heat and desire. a half-eaten bag of chips lay abandoned beside his hand, a stark contrast to the simmering inferno of passion between you. the rom-com on the screen was a distant, muted hum, a soundtrack to your clandestine encounter.

your bodies were pressed together, a symphony of heat and friction. chris's fingers, long and calloused, traced the delicate line of your inner thigh, a slow, seductive dance that sent shivers of anticipation through you. each touch was a spark, a whisper, a promise of the fire that threatened to consume you both. "this is ridiculous," you whispered, your breath ghosting over his ear, a tremor of anticipation vibrating in your voice.

chris chuckled, a low, rumbling sound that resonated deep within you, sending waves of desire rippling through your core. "ridiculous? you’re lyin’ to yourself. you know you want it ma…" he purred, his gaze lingering on the curve of your hip, the way the blanket draped around your form, highlighting the exquisite contours of your body. his fingers moved lower, a teasing prelude to the pleasure to come, tracing the sensitive skin just above your panties.

"we can’t..nick and matt are home." you whispered, your voice thick with arousal. your heart hammered against your ribs, a frantic drumbeat against the quiet hum of the room. the rustle of the hallway, the distant murmur from the living room, faded into the background, becoming mere echoes in the vast symphony of your desire.

"and? is that supposed to stop us?" he murmured, his breath hot against your ear. his fingers slipped beneath the fabric, finding the soft, pulsing heat of your flesh. a gasp, barely audible, escaped your lips. "oh, chris..." you breathed, your voice barely a whisper. he leaned closer, his lips brushing your ear. "shhh," he murmured, his voice a low growl, his fingers tightening around your clit.

he pressed a kiss to your neck, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin, a prelude to the intensity to follow. the pressure intensified, his fingers working with a practiced ease, knowing exactly where to touch, how hard to press, how to coax you further into the precipice of pleasure. a low groan escaped your lips, a sound that felt like a forbidden secret.

he whispered dirty talk, his voice a low rumble against your skin, each word a lash, each touch a torment that only heightened your pleasure. "you're practically begging for it, and i'm going to give you everything you want, one agonizing finger at a time." his fingers danced, exploring and teasing, teasing and exploring. each touch was a spark, igniting the fire within you.

you moaned again, this time a little too loudly. chris's fingers tightened, the pressure increasing dramatically. "shhh shh.." he hissed, his breath hot on your neck. he moved faster, his fingers swirling around your clit quickly, a dance of teasing and pressure. each touch was a spark, igniting the fire within you. he leaned in, kissing your neck and shoulder, his lips a warm, wet counterpoint to the intensity of his fingers.

with one hand, he covered your mouth, his lips pressing against yours to silence your pleas. his other hand didn't falter, it moved with a feverish intensity, driving you closer and closer to release. the world exploded into a rush of pure sensation. the movie faded into the background, replaced by the sound of your moans and the rhythmic thrumming of your heart.

a wave of heat washed over you, your body arching against him, the pressure intensifying, building, building, until the world exploded into a rush of pure sensation. a guttural moan, a sound that vibrated through your entire being, escaped your lips, a sound so loud it echoed through the quiet room. chris's fingers tightened, driving you further into the precipice of release, the rhythmic pressure a symphony of torment and delight. “fuck baby, gotta be quiet..” chris groaned at the feeling of your cum on his fingers as he leaned in, his lips finding their way to your mouth, covering it with a soft, insistent kiss.

his fingers continued their relentless movements, each stroke a surge of electricity coursing through you. the sound of your moans grew louder, a symphony of pleasure and pain, a primal scream that threatened to shatter the fragile quiet of the room. he pressed a hand over your mouth, silencing the cries of ecstasy, his fingers still moving with an urgent rhythm against your core. your body shuddered, a final release echoing through the room, a crescendo of pleasure. you clung to chris, clinging to the intimacy of the moment as your head fell against his shoulder, your eyes focused on the movie again.

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[beamahhh]

dealer chris fucking you with his gun

ⁱⁿ ʷʰⁱᶜʰ staring at chris’s gun tucked in the waistband of his pants had your thoughts running 100 mph.

“damn kid what you doin be careful” chris said as you sat on his lap directly on the gun resting in his waistband, his words went in one ear and out the other as you place soft kisses on his neck slowly grinding down onto the gun. moving his arm to remove the gun from his pants you halt your movements gripping his arm "keep it there" Chris lets out a breathy scoff looking at you "keep it there?" "please Chris" you whine grinding down harder letting your head fall onto his shoulder. Chris was in awe at the sight, never seeing this side of you before, looking so fucking pathetic."fuck baby look at you" he breathes out digging his fingers in your thighs helping your sloppy movements. it felt so good. your head going fuzzy as soft moans left your lips "please" you whine not even 100% sure what you were begging for. you just needed more. "please what hm? im gonna need more than that baby" "need you to touch me so bad please" you breath out a whiny moan the hard gun resting in his pants rubbing against you perfectly. chris lets out a hum and lays you on your back on couch, placing soft kisses on your inner thighs teasingly "chris stop teasing..want you to touch me with your gun" you mumbled the last part quietly, not sure how chris would take it. but he heard you. and he was more then happy to agree to the idea "you sure mama?" you nod quickly letting out a string of quiet begs. Chris smirks pulling the gun from his waistband and unloading it, throwing the clip to the side. slowly tracing the gun up your thighs and brushing it over your thin silky shorts that Chris loves so much. you whine bucking your hips making chris's smirk grow "aw look at you baby,can see how wet you are through your shorts." Chris pulls your shorts down mouth watering at the sight of your glistening cunt before gently placing the cold tip of the gun flat against your clit causing you to let out a gasp 'o-oh" Chris is enjoying every second of this. the way your mouth is hung open, the way your hips bucked into the gun. it was enough to make him cum in his pants right there. choked moans left your lips as he circled the cold tip around your clit slowly. he couldn't help but grind his hips into the couch at the sight. you looked to pretty. "m..more please" Chris could barely understand you, taking a min for it to really process before he's back to smirking like an idiot rubbing the tip of the gun teasingly over your entrance "such a pathetic slut" he breathed out before slowly sliding the tip of the gun into you looking up at your face to make sure he wasn't hurting you. once he seen nothing but pure pleasure on your face he looked back down at your dripping cunt before moving the gun in and out of you causing your back to arch and choked sobs to leave your lips. chris continued to grind into the couch as he watched the tip of 𝒉𝒊𝒔 gun sliding in and out of 𝒉𝒊𝒔 girl. it was the prettiest sight he has ever seen "such a pathetic girl look at you all fucked out on my gun hm" he knew you were close with your body spasming "come on baby let go for me you can do it" he licks his lips before he's sucking and lapping at your clit adding onto the pleasure of his gun sliding in and out of you "just let go mama." your stomach tightened as your pleasure built up mumbling mindless babbles and curses as your orgasm crashes over you. "atta girl" chris slowly slides his gun out of you before bringing it up to your lips watching you lick around the tip of it "fuck baby your gonna have to use your mouth on me like that next."

@beamahhh

[sturnsblogs]

BUT NO.

BEFORE READING THIS IS BASED OFF THIS PICTURE

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Chris was stretched out on the couch, completely at ease, one arm propped behind his head, the other holding his phone up as he scrolled lazily. He was shirtless—because of course he was—his toned chest on full display, abs flexing subtly with every slow, effortless shift of his body. Those damn gray sweatpants clung to his hips in a way that should’ve been illegal, riding dangerously low, teasing just enough to make you crazy.

And he was ignoring you.

Not in a mean way, but in a Chris way. The kind of way where he knew you were staring, knew you were desperate for his attention, but he was dragging it out just to drive you insane. Every now and then, his eyes would flick to yours, catching you mid-glance, and that cocky little smirk would tug at his lips before he went right back to his phone.

He was waiting for you to break.

But you were stubborn.

Or at least, you tried to be.

After another few minutes of being blatantly ignored, you snapped. Stretching your leg out, you nudged his thigh with your foot—harder than necessary. “Hey.”

Chris barely looked up, just grinning at his screen like this wasn’t the exact reaction he’d been waiting for. “What’s up, mama?” he drawled lazily, voice deep and smooth, like he had all the time in the world.

You huffed, shifting closer, resting an arm on the back of the couch as you leaned down toward him. “We should be making out,” you stated matter-of-factly. “You should be groping my tits.” You shot him an exaggerated pout. “But no. Instead, I’m sitting here while you flirt with your phone. It’s actually kinda disrespectful.”

That did it.

Chris’s head snapped up, phone slipping from his grip and landing on the couch with a soft thud. His eyes dragged over you, slow and heated, taking in the way your oversized T-shirt had slipped off one shoulder, the way your thighs were bare, the way you were so close but just barely out of reach.

“Oh, is that what we’re doing?” he mused, voice dropping lower, a rough edge creeping in now. He pushed himself up slightly, muscles tensing, shifting his weight as his forearm rested against the back of the couch. “You’re throwing accusations around like that, huh?”

You crossed your arms under your chest—knowing damn well what it did. “I’m just saying,” you teased, shrugging. “You’ve got me, looking like this, and you’re out here acting like TikTok is more interesting.”

He huffed out a quiet laugh, shaking his head. “You’re something else, baby.”

Then, before you could react, his hand shot out, wrapping around your ankle. With one sharp tug, you yelped as you were pulled off the armrest and onto the couch, landing half-straddling his lap.

Chris wasted no time.

His hands were on you instantly—one gripping your thigh, the other slipping under your shirt, fingers grazing up your stomach. “You could’ve just asked,” he murmured, lips brushing your jaw, warm and teasing. “But no, you like playing games, don’t you?”

Your breath hitched as his fingers flexed, his touch just barely shy of where you wanted it. “Where’s the fun in that?” you countered, tilting forward, lips grazing his ear. “Besides… I like making you work for it.”

His grip on your hips tightened, fingers digging in. “Yeah?” he rasped, voice rough now. “How’s this for work?”

And then his mouth was on yours.

The kiss was hot, desperate—like he’d been holding back just as long as you had, like he’d been dying for an excuse to break. He didn’t ease into it. He took. His tongue slid against yours, deep and slow, stealing every breath before you could catch it. Your fingers curled into his hair, nails scratching his scalp as you arched into him, swallowing the groan that rumbled low in his chest.

One of his hands slid further under your shirt, palm skating up your ribs, stopping just beneath your bra. He hesitated for half a second, teasing, before his thumb brushed the underside of your breast, featherlight.

You gasped into his mouth.

Chris pulled back just enough to smirk. “Still think I’m slacking?” he murmured, breath warm against your lips.

You narrowed your eyes, rolling your hips deliberately against him, grinding down just right. A sharp inhale hissed through his teeth. “I don’t know,” you teased, breathless but smug. “I think you could still do better.”

His eyes flashed.

“Oh, baby,” he murmured, voice dark and promising. “Say less.”

And then he flipped you.

Your back hit the couch, Chris hovering over you, hands bracketing your head. His gaze was locked on you—hot, hungry, starving—as he slowly pushed your shirt up, inch by inch. His fingers skimmed over your bare skin, teasing the lace of your bra, and when he finally tugged it down, his breath hitched.

“Fuck,” he muttered, his hands cupping your breasts, thumbs dragging over your peaked nipples. “You’re so fucking pretty like this.”

Before you could respond, his mouth was on you.

He started slow—lazy flicks of his tongue over one nipple, barely there, just enough to make your back arch. Then, without warning, he sucked deep, lips closing around you, tongue swirling, drawing you in.

Your fingers curled into his hair, nails biting into his scalp. “Chris—fuck—”

He hummed against your skin, the vibration making you shudder. “Thought you wanted attention, baby.”

Your response was lost in a sharp gasp as he bit down gently, just enough to make you jolt, then soothed the sting with his tongue. His free hand rolled your other nipple between his fingers, twisting, pinching, teasing. He switched sides, sucking deep, alternating between slow, torturous pulls and sudden, sharp flicks of his tongue that had your legs squeezing around his waist.

He was taking his time, savoring every sound, every arch of your body. His other hand slid down, gripping your thigh, pressing bruises into your skin as he murmured against you, voice low and hoarse. “You’re so fucking needy for me, huh?”

You whimpered, tilting your chin down to glare at him. “Then do something about it.”

Chris smirked.

And so he did.

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A/N- IDK HOW TO FEEL ABOUT THIS.

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[metyouinthehallway]

𝐓𝐞𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

Matt Sturniolo x fem reader

∴.·:*¨¨*:·. ☙.·:*¨ ¨*:·.♡ .·:*¨ ¨*:·. ❧.·:*¨ ¨*:·.∴

“Shittt, just like that sweetheart…” Matt purrs, his fingers gripping at the roots of your hair as your tongue swirls around his swollen tip.

His words only encourage you, looking up at Matt with teary eyes as you hollow out your cheeks. His head thrown back and it takes every ounce of self control he has not to push your head and take him fully in your mouth.

Your nails grasp onto the back of his thighs for support, running your tongue up his length followed by taking half of him. You lift one hand, squeezing the base of his stiff cock. The sensation of your warm mouth and your grip on his cock has him holding back groans of pleasure.

With a wet pop, you free him from the restraint of your mouth, letting out a sigh, your breath fanning over his bright red tip causing Matt to shudder. He loosens his grip on your hair, caressing your cheek.

“Y’Look so pretty,” he coos, looking down at you. Matt tries his best to pay attention to you rather than the orgasm building up as you pump his cock. Your hands sticky and wet from your own saliva— Matt subtly bucks his hips into your hands, needing more friction.

“Feel good?” You let out a breathy chuckle, tightening your grip around him. He nods eagerly, bitting down on his bottom lip to stifle any embarrassing moans that are begging to slip past his lips.

You feel his cock twitch in your hold, his brown locks falling over his forehead and eyes clamped shut. You hear what sounds like a weak whimper fall from his throat, making you quicken your pace on his cock.

Your lips make contact with his dick again, this time, Matt can’t help it. He grabs your hair, pulling it into a lousy excuse for a ponytail and pushes your head all the way down until your nose is pressed up against his pelvis.

It doesn’t take much more for him to release himself. Hot, sticky ropes of cum shooting down your throat as he forces your head to stay put. Matt lets out a loud groan, pulling your head back and looking down at the unshed tears in your eyes.

“You did so good for me, angel.” He murmurs, your cheeks rosy and lips swollen. Matt’s never seen anything more attractive than you after giving him head and he fucking loved it.

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a/n: hey it’s been a while

[m11rx]

favorite part of the day

[sosasturns]

1 new voicemail - m. sturniolo

blurb, in which after having a long day matt sends you a needy 5 minute voicemail to relieve some tension before bed.

Transcription

0:06

“hey baby, it’s me… i know it’s pretty late… you’re probably asleep right now… i had a long day.. m’so tired…”

[yawn]

“wish you were here… wanna feel you next to me… miss having you in my bed, s’cold without you. you always run warm, y’know that? love cuddling up next to you… always smell so sweet, too… mm, like vanilla… n’ that lotion you put on before bed… makes me crazy.”

0:39

“miss you… wanna see you…”

[he sighs, the mic picking up the shift of his pillow as he turns, pressing his face into the cotton]

“was lookin’ at pictures of you earlier… the ones from last weekend, when you wore that little dress… fuck, sweetheart, y’looked so pretty. had me stuck—my girl’s so fuckin’ beautiful. kept thinkin’ about it all day. like—fuck, couldn’t get you outta my head… ‘was s’bad… mmh, missed you so bad…”

[there’s a long pause, the softest rustling as he settles further into the sheets. then, a slow inhale, like he’s breathing you in even from miles away]

2:30

[the rustling picks up, his tone still steady, but there’s a faint hitch in his breath, a quiet exhale like he’s getting a little too comfortable]

“been hard all night, baby… fuck, just thinking about you. can’t help it—your fault, y’know that? always do this to me. just wanna feel you…”

[his voice dips lower, his breathing heavier, but he keeps talking, working himself up as if you’re really there listening]

“mmf, baby… can practically… hmm.. feel your mouth on my dick—ohmygod.”

[his breath stutters, a low whine muffled into his pillow]

“fuuuckfuckfuck, been so hard f’you all night… couldn’t stop thinkin’ bout you—fuck, hon, your mouth… s’wet, so warm, takes me so good—mmm, my perfect girl, yeah?”

3:37

[the sheets rustle again, his hand moving slow, teasing himself like he’s imagining it’s you instead. his voice is lower now, thick with need, murmuring between little grunts, shifting as he works himself up]

“wish you were here t’help me, princess… wanna give you my load, wanna nut all in that pretty mouth… oh, mmmh, m’little cum slut, hm? you’d take it so good f’me, wouldn’t you? all of it—ahh fuckfuckfuck, baby, baby, m’so close, gonna make such a mess—”

4:11

“gonna—fuck—come for you like i always do… mmh… y-y’gonna let me, hm? mmm, you always do—ohmygod, want you to take it all f’me, hm, pleasepleaseplease—please… oh,”

4:21

[a sharp inhale, then a breathy moan, long and drawn out as his movements slow. the receiver picks up the shudder in his breath, the sticky wet sounds before it all settles into silence. just his heavy breathing now, coming down, fucked out]

4:48

[the mic barely catches the rasp in his voice when he speaks again, quiet, spent]

“love you… love you so much… m’so fuckin’ gone for you, baby. can’t wait to see you… call me when you wake up, okay?”

5:12

[silence]

5:13

“night.”

[voicemail ends.]

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[chris444evr]

bathroom quickie at a wedding....

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"fu--uk," you squeaked, head dropping back against the mirror with a gentle thud as chris' hand lifts from your hip -- long, veiny fingers wrapping around your throat, squeezing gently as an attempt to keep your noises that were echoing off the bathroom walls to a minimum. chris grunts, the sound slightly muffled by the sleek black fabric of his suits' tie that's tucked between the two rows of his pearly white teeth as he held it up and out of the way -- giving himself a clear view as your cunt sucked his cock in and out with each brutal thrust he gave.

his hand on your inner thigh tightened, blunt nails digging in to the soft, plush skin as he pushed your leg open wider - the action earning yet another whimper from you as your muscles stretched beneath your skin. "chris..." you mewl, voice strained due to his grip on your neck. he didn't respond for a moment, shifting the angle of your body to his liking - the tip of his cock kissing your cervix as he buried himself to the hilt.

"oh—!" your jaw went slack, drool dribbling from your reddened, kiss-swollen lips, leaving a glistening trail down to the back of his hand. chris groaned, both at the sight of his hand now covered in your saliva as well but also from you clenching around him. "yea'.. baby," he chuckles, his tie slipping from his mouth as he spoke. "right there, huh--mama?"

another whine escapes you, fingers gripping the sleeves of his suit so hard you were surprised your nails hadn't punctured a hole in the fabric. "please, p-," you blubber, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes as the knot in your stomach wound tightener - signaling your impending release. chris tsked, "uh huh—c'mon, sweetness',"

he nodded, his breaths heavy and uneven as tiny beads of sweats slid down his face. "gonna cum for me? huh?" he questions, his hand leaving your throat, sliding down the front of your body to your swollen clit - "gonna cream all over my cock again?" chris hummed, fingertips rubbing in circles against you. "oh my god--" you nearly scream, trembling thighs attempting to clamp shut around his hand.

chris couldn't contain the way his lips curled up in a smirk as your back arched up from the marbled countertop, your eyes rolling to the back of your head. "c-clo—" you start, your warning cut short as a strangled cry tore from your throat. your walls fluttered around his cock as your orgasm hit - the force of it blurring your vision and knocking the wind from your lungs as your entire body shook violently.

"there we go--" he coos, staring in awe at the white ring coating the base of his cock. "so good," he hisses, his words causing you to clench around him again, a choked sob leaving you as his fingers continued their movements on your aching clit - "squeezin' me fuckin' so tight, holy fuck,"

within seconds, his cock twitched inside of you, a loud, gutteral groan falling from his lips as his thrusts stilled, ropes of sticky, hot cum painting your gummy walls. "sh..shit," he gasped, his head falling against your shoulder, heavy breaths warm against your ear, "y'okay...?" he manages after a few moments. "mhmm—yea'.." you slurred, utterly spent.

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[chrismalfoy]

C. STURNIOLO sex on the tour bus.

part two. ꒰ read part one. ꒱ and thank u @humpster35 for this yummy idea !! happy tour day one.

the second you walked inside the venue at the last show — oh, chris was done for.

and the second he dragged you inside the tour bus without anyone seeing you, you were done for.

“mmgh. sh—shit.” his face lazily drops to your shoulder, brows knitting together.

and the second his face was buried into your shoulder, his cum spills out.

he grips your waist, pushing himself up. “shit. i came too quick.” he murmurs, wrapping his hand around his dick as he pulls in and out.

“it’s ok. just keep going.” you tell him, grabbing his wrist and guiding his hand beneath your top.

he smirks, murmuring gruffly as he palms your tit. “yeah? you want me to destroy you, huh?” you furrow your brows, closing your eyes and letting out a small exhale. “yeah.”

his other hand slowly trail up and down your waist. “you wanna show me how much you missed me?” his hand wraps around your throat. “open your eyes and tell me.”

you feel him fill you up, pushing deeper. “sh—shit. want to show you.”

his hands wrap around your wrists, pulling you up and changing positions as he sits on the couch with you straddling his lap.

he tilts his head, whispering in your ear. “show me."

© chrismalfoy

[y2kstarr]

Chris just can't keep his hands to himself

࣪˖ ִ⭑ ࣪ warnings : 18+, smut w/o plot, fingering, (eventually) getting caught, dirty talk

When Chris had complimented you in your new, pretty sundress, teasing that he'd totally find a way to finger you with the much easier access, you didn't think he'd be stupid enough to do it in the worst fucking place imaginable.

Of course, you thought wrong.

Different seating arrangements were made to accommodate Nick's comfort, leaving you and Chris to sit in the back of the car whilst Matt and Nick chatted away with one another to the camera upfront, making a new car video for the channel.

At some point, you and Chris had turned quiet, instead letting Matt and Nick talk about anything they were wanting to share with the camera. In the silence from the backseats, you hear nails gently scrape against something, making your eyes glance over at Chris's hand and feeling your breath stutter just for a moment.

His three fingers were hooked in the cup holder at the back of the console box, pinky on the outside of it as his thumb pressed on the back of it. His ring glinted on his index finger, his middle and ring fingers flexing and twitching a bit within the cup holder.

Your traitorous brain pictured those long fingers somewhere else, stroking and pumping between your thighs rather than just fidgeting on their own, but you tried to clean you mind of those thoughts, lifting your gaze to look at Chris... only to be met with his pretty blue eyes already surveying you.

A playfully, mischievous little smirk curled at the corners of his lips before he raised his eyebrows, as if silently asking you for something, and oh, you knew exactly what that something was.

You mouthed a silent "no" to him, as if that was crazy for him to even think about doing. But god damnit, your blushing cheeks and pressed together thighs were all Chris needed to unhook his fingers from that cup holder.

Thick, long fingers now found their way sliding into your cunt with ease, his hand as hidden as he could get it underneath the skirt of your dress. Your lips now held bite marks as his fingers slowly pumped in and out, thankfully any quiet sounds muffled by Matt and Nick conversing.

"So wet f' me, ma," Chris cooed quietly in your ear, loving the way you had to physically hold yourself back from making noises, a mean smirk on his lips as he curled his fingers just right to hit that sweet spot for you.

You quickly turned your head away from him, burying your mouth into your palm, sealing your lips closed as blush tinted your cheeks and the tips of your ears due to a slight whine escaping from your throat, only to be muffled against your skin.

Pleasure burned between your thighs and within your tummy, your free hand starting to grip the fabric of your skirt hard as Chris picked up speed a bit. Your heart raced at the risk of his brothers turning to look back at you two, a gut feeling of adrenaline and nerves mixing into one as your knee jerked.

"So anxious, ma, it's cool," Chris assured your thoughts, whispering into your ear once more before pressing a kiss to that spot right underneath your ear, your eyes fluttering just a bit. "They ain't gonna know.."

But what if they did? What if Nick turned his head just a few more angles? What if Matt glanced in the rearview mirror? What if their conversation stopped and the noises spilled without you being able to hold them back?

Nerves sparked like loose wires, you didn't even realize Nick was outroing the video, your body tensing with pleasure and fear at the same time as he grabbed the camera and tilted it down, turning it off.

Chris's fingers curled once more, in an almost teasing manner with the silence, that growing knot in your stomach tightening, your fingers nearly turning white as you internally begged yourself not to cum yet, please not yet-

It was as if the gods were finally in your favor.

Matt quickly made his way out of the driver's seat with the reason being he had to piss bad, and Nick too busy with packing the camera back into his bag at his feet to even look back. You jolted for a moment as Nick questioned you both, asking if you were getting out or not, your face burning hot as you tried to stumble out words.

"W–we uh—"

"Yeah, in a minute, dropped my phone back here," Chris answered instead with such ease, as if his fingers weren't knuckle deep in your pussy right now. You finally let go of your breath as Nick needed no more explanation before huffing and getting out of the car, finally going inside and leaving the two of you out in the garage.

"Told you they wouldn't find out," Chris chuckled next to you, finally turning his body a bit more. God you wanted to hit him and scold him so bad right now, the fucking asshole– but all that came out of your mouth was a whine that had been held back for far too long.

He grinned like a damn kid in a candy shop as his fingers picked up speed, the noises of your soaked cunt starting to become audible, mixing with your quickening breaths and moans, and fuck, it was hot.

"S–shit— Chris—" Your hand, previous on your mouth, gripped the car door armrest tight, your other moving from the skirt of your dress to his forearm, your nails digging crescent shapes into his skin.

"Gonna cum, mama?" He teased against your cheek, making you feel pressed up against the door as you whimpered and nodded your head, before letting it fall back against the headrest. A mewl poured from your mouth as his thumb began drawing circles against your clit, the added stimulation making your thighs start to tremble.

"Soak my fingers, baby, c'mon–" He nearly groaned in your ear, his fingers keeping up a heavenly pace as that knot tightened harder and harder within you, your chest heaving with pants, until Chris's name fell from your parted lips in a choke moan.

Pure, delicious pleasure crashed over you as you gushed around his fingers, back arching from the seat, your thighs clenching around his hand as his fingers just kept pumping, sweet praises whispered in your ear nearly muffled from the intense orgasm.

Your body finally fell slack against the leather, your chest rising and falling with steady breaths as Chris finally slowed down his fingers for you, pressing kisses all over your face like some affectionate puppy, your earlier anger washing away to adoration as you weakly giggled.

"Need to get you more dresses, so fuckin' pretty and accessible," He cheesed against your forehead before gently slipping his fingers from your spent cunt, pressing his lips to yours before licking his fingers clean.

Later...

You and Chris chilled out in his room, the both of you watching some random movie, when suddenly you'd heard Nick's voice booming from his room.

"YOU GUYS ARE FUCKING GROSS!"

It didn't take you long to piece together that he was probably editing the video right now and had seen their backseat shenanigans, your face flushing with blush out of pure embarrassment.

You wanted to absolutely die, disappear out of thin air right then and there, but suddenly you heard Chris next to you, making you glance over at him just to see him holding back a laugh, which earned him a slap to his chest, his loud laugh finally pouring out shamelessly like it was the funniest thing in the world.

God damnit, you hated him.

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a / n : since @brookheartsmatt asked so nicely 😋

i dunno if i like how this turned out, im sorryyy 😭 regardless i hope you guys like it

based off of this clip i need him to finger me BAD

tags : @sillysillymatt, @jcsturniolo11, @strnilolover, @whore4mattsturniolo, @courta13, @sophand4n4, @blueboeh444, @mattspinkiefinger, @theyluvivi, @thecrawlys, @k4urltzx, @chrislova, @fadedstvrn, @emely9274, @raesturns

dividers → me

[beamahhh]

cooking

is this a safe space to say i wanna write a blurb of dealer chris fucking reader with his gun or no

[sturnsblogs]

ENOUGH

Nerd!Chris X Mean!Girl!Reader

—

Chris never wanted to come to this party.

You knew that.

He wasn’t the type to enjoy loud music, meaningless small talk, and the overwhelming press of bodies in a crowded room. But he came anyway—for you. Because you wanted to go. Because you had looked at him with those eyes, pouted those lips, tugged on his hoodie with a soft, “Please, baby?”

And because Chris was Chris—because he always did whatever you wanted—he gave in.

Now, he stood quietly behind you, holding your hand while you talked to your friends, sipping his drink, listening. That was all he ever did in these situations—listen, observe, stay close to you like he belonged there, even though he knew he didn’t.

But your friends?

They noticed.

“Oh my God,” one of them groaned dramatically, rolling her eyes. “You’re so lucky your boyfriend actually lets you go out. My ex used to throw a fit if I left him home alone.”

Another girl giggled. “Yeah, but, like… I don’t get how you do it. Chris is so… quiet.”

“And awkward,” the first girl added, taking a sip of her drink. “Like, no offense, but he’s just standing there.”

Chris’s fingers twitched against your palm.

You should’ve said something.

You should’ve told them to shut up.

But instead—

You laughed.

And then, before you could stop yourself, you said, “Yeah, he likes stupid things like studying… and Star Wars. Who even likes Star Wars?”

The words came out so easy, so casual.

Chris’s grip on your hand loosened.

The air shifted.

Your stomach sank.

You had hurt him.

You had never seen it happen in real-time before, never watched the moment where Chris shut down—his entire expression closing off, his lips parting slightly like he was about to say something, then deciding against it.

Still, his voice was soft when he tried to defend himself.

“I mean… a lot of people like Star Wars,” he murmured.

Your friends giggled. “Oh, shit, he speaks.”

Chris exhaled, adjusting his grip on his drink. “I—”

But before he could finish, you snapped.

“Chris, stop,” you hissed, turning to him with an exasperated sigh. “You’re embarrassing me.”

Silence.

Dead, suffocating silence.

Chris just stared at you.

Your friends immediately looked away, pretending not to be there, pretending they hadn’t just witnessed you completely humiliate the one person who had never once humiliated you.

Chris blinked slowly. Once. Twice. Then he exhaled sharply, shaking his head with a bitter chuckle.

“Ohhh. Okay.”

You frowned. “Chris—”

“No, no,” he cut you off, voice suddenly cold. “I get it.”

Your stomach twisted.

Chris took a step back, letting go of your hand completely. “You love when I let you copy my homework. You love when I drop everything just to be with you. You love when I sit there for hours and help you study, even when you fucking whine the whole time.”

Your face burned. “Chris, don’t—”

“But the second your friends start laughing at me, suddenly I’m embarrassing?” His tone was sharp, filled with something unfamiliar.

He was mad.

Chris never got mad.

But tonight?

Tonight, he was furious.

Your chest tightened. “I didn’t mean—”

Chris scoffed, shaking his head again. “Nah, I think you did.”

And then—

He turned around and started walking away.

Your heart dropped.

Chris never walked away from you.

You chased after him immediately, shoving through the crowd, pulse pounding in your ears.

“Chris, wait—”

But he didn’t stop.

“Chris, please,” you called again, reaching for his arm.

He ripped it away from your touch.

The motion was sharp, dismissive—something Chris had never done to you before.

You froze for half a second before rushing ahead, cutting him off just before he reached the front door. “Can you just listen to me?!”

Chris’s jaw clenched. His hands curled into fists at his sides.

And then, for the first time ever, Chris snapped back.

“Oh, now you wanna talk to me?” he said, voice dripping in sarcasm. “Now that your friends aren’t watching? Now that you don’t have an audience to laugh at me?”

Your throat felt tight. “I wasn’t laughing at you.”

Chris huffed a humorless laugh, running a hand through his hair. “Yeah? Sure felt like it.”

You inhaled sharply, wrapping your arms around yourself. “I— I just got caught up in the moment, okay?”

Chris snorted. “Right. The moment.”

You swallowed hard, searching his face for anything—some sort of softness, some sign that he was willing to just let this go.

But there was nothing.

Just anger.

Just hurt.

Chris scoffed again, shaking his head. “You do realize I don’t have to be here, right?”

Your heart pounded. “Chris—”

“I didn’t want to come to this stupid party. I never want to go to these stupid parties. But I always come anyway, because you ask me to.” His voice was rising now, more frustrated, more emotional. “I follow you everywhere, Y/N. I do whatever you want. And you couldn’t even stand up for me? You couldn’t just— I don’t know—not join in on them making fun of me?”

Guilt flooded your chest.

“Chris, I—”

“No, you embarrassed me,” he cut in, pointing at himself. “You humiliated me. And you know what’s funny?” He let out a sharp, humorless laugh. “I should’ve fucking expected it.”

Your breath hitched. “Chris—”

“Because that’s just who you are, isn’t it?” He let out a slow, bitter exhale. “You’re fucking rude, Y/N.”

Your stomach dropped.

Chris never talked to you like this.

His voice was cold, detached, like he was just now realizing something. Like he was just now putting all the pieces together.

“And you know what?” He let out a sharp breath, his jaw tightening. “Sometimes, I wish I had a girlfriend who was actually nice to me.”

Your body stilled.

You felt it in your chest—in the deepest, most fragile parts of you.

Chris didn’t take it back.

He didn’t soften, didn’t reach for you, didn’t say he didn’t mean it.

He just stared at you, his arms crossed over his chest, his lips pressed into a thin line.

And for the first time ever—

You weren’t sure if he even wanted you anymore.

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[sturnswiftie]

you and your child come first to baby daddy!chris always.

it’s past midnight when you call. you have the phone pressed against your right ear, sandwiched between your head and your shoulder, while your arms occupy the little life currently miserable after having been up for the last hour or so. you’re fearful of the possibility that the call goes unanswered—you know it’s late—but a breath of relief leaves your mouth when chris picks up on the second ring, his voice groggy but alert.

“she won’t stop crying,” you whisper immediately, skipping a greeting all together in your brewing anxiety. you try to soothe your daughter against your chest, but all it seems to do is muffle her cries. “she’s burning up, chris. i don’t know what to do.”

you feel awful for waking him up, the fear of failing as a mother always lingering just beneath your core, but you’re not too proud to admit when you need help—not when it comes to your child, and not when you know chris would never let you drown alone.

your ex-boyfriend doesn’t hesitate. “i’m coming,” he huffs out.

you hear rustling in the background, a woman’s voice—confused, irritated. “are you serious?” she huffs somewhere in the distance.

chris doesn’t answer her. the line goes dead, and less than twenty minutes later, he’s at your door, his hair damp from a rushed shower, dressed in sweats and a familiar hoodie you think you’ve worn a time or two. his eyes scan your face first, then drop to your daughter, curled up and whimpering in your arms.

“she won’t settle,” you murmur, both fear and guilt seeping into your words as you watch him take her without hesitation, his large hands cradling her small frame as he rocks her gently.

“shh, baby, daddy’s got you.”

and just like that, she melts into him.

once inside, you watch as chris soothes her, his voice a low murmur against her tiny ear, pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead. when his gaze flickers back to you, there’s something in his expression that you can’t quite read—something unshaken, unmovable. unspoken.

you shift a bit uncomfortably under his gaze, trying to pass it off as though the couch beneath you is causing your sudden discomfort. “you, um... you didn’t have to leave,” you say, even though you know what’ll come from his mouth next.

chris scoffs, settling deeper into the couch with your daughter tucked against his chest. “yes, i did. and i’ll do it again, too. every single time.”

because this is what he does. this is who he is—a father before anything else. your person before anything else. you knew from the moment you told him you were pregnant that he would always be there—even if you aren’t together. even if he spends his nights with other women. his heart—at least, the part that matters—is yours and yours alone.

his words fall over your fears and anxiety like a warm blanket, and you can’t help the way you lean into his side, exhausted and finally able to just let go for a moment. his free arm drapes over your shoulders, holding you close.

“thank you,” you whisper quietly, allowing your eyes to flutter shut.

chris presses a kiss to the top of your head, warm and lingering. “get some sleep, mama. i got her.”

you do.

and months later, when you’re staring at a positive pregnancy test, the second one in four years, you don’t have to pick up the phone and interrupt his night with someone else, because he’s right next to you. always.

©sturnswiftie

divider by; @issysh3ll

[wildfluer]

✶ CHRIS LOVES WHEN YOU PULL HIS HAIR

the moment your fingers tangle in his curls, he feels a rush of pure need. chris’ lips press against yours, hot and needy. the kiss deepens as he pushes you back onto the bed, his hands wandering over your body like he can’t get enough. his mouth moves to your jawline, trailing slow, open-mouthed kisses down your neck, his warm breath sending shivers down your spine.

you tug at his hair again, harder this time, and he lets out a low groan. you feel his hips press against yours, the heat between you growing unbearable.

“you know what that fuckin’ does to me,” he murmurs against your skin, his voice thick with need. his lips find yours again before he pulls away just enough to take you in—his eyes full of lust and his breath quick. his hands skim down your sides, fingers pressing into your skin as he moves lower, planting soft, wet kisses as he goes.

chris’ fingers grip your waist as his lips continue their path. he presses a lingering kiss just above your hip, hands tightening around you before he teases the soft lace of your panties. he teasingly runs his thumb along the damp fabric, letting out a low whistle. “shit,” he mumbles, grinning as his fingers hook beneath the fabric, dragging them down, his knuckles grazing your skin as he goes.

after throwing your panties somewhere behind him, his hands move to spread your legs as he leaves a soft kiss against your inner thigh, before getting closer and closer to your aching heat.

soon enough, your fingers are once again laced in his hair, gripping tight with every moan that spills from your lips. each arch of your back only presses you further against his mouth, his tongue gliding against your folds in a way that makes you see stars. he groans against you, the vibrations going straight to your core, and the sharp tug of your fingers in his hair only spurs him on.

his tongue dips deeper, swirling, flicking, tasting what he can never get enough of. his hands grip your thighs so tight that you’re sure there will be marks later. “mmmh, fuck—” you moan, refraining from grinding yourself against his face. the knot in your stomach only gets tighter with each passing second, threatening to come undone.

chris begins teasingly licking your clit in a rhythm that has you biting your lip to stifle your cries. “none of that shit. i wanna hear you,” he huffs, voice thick with lust before he dives back in, now sucking on your clit with renewed vigor.

“please,” you gasp, the word spilling from your lips before you can hold it back, desperation evident in your tone. you can feel the tension in your abdomen growing tighter, and you know you’re close. “fuck, don’t stop,” you cry out, throwing your head back.

he responds almost instantly, his tongue swirling around you with a perfect intensity. and just as you thought it couldn’t get any better, you feel him sink one of his digits into your cunt, pumping quickly.

the sensation sends shockwaves through your body, a loud moan echoing throughout the room as you gasp for air. chris finds the perfect rhythm, his finger curling as it brushes against that spot inside you that makes your whole body tremble. the mixture of his finger and tongue has your legs trembling, and your hands holding onto his locks in a way that must be painful. yet, he doesn’t mind—he loves it, a moan of his own vibrating against your pussy.

“please, chris, i—” you don’t even know what you’re begging for as you whimper, voice breaking as your body threatens to release. he can feel your walls tightening around him, the heat pooling low in your belly—the feeling becoming almost unbearable as you beg.

“you gonna cum, baby?” he asks, voice gruff as you nod quickly, unable to form words as you gasp. his eyes flicker up to watch you come undone, humming before wrapping his lips around your clit, curling his fingers just right. it all becomes too much, a cry ripping from your throat, your body trembling as a wave of bliss washes over you. chris doesn’t stop, working you through your high, drawing out the pleasure until you’re spent twitching beneath him.

your breath still uneven as you calm down. he presses soft kisses against your inner thighs, his hands gently running over your skin before he finally looks up at you, lips glistening with your arousal and eyes dark with satisfaction. “you good?” he asks, a lazy grin plastered on his face, and you nod slowly. his hair is a complete mess from where your fingers had pulled at it, strands sticking up in different directions over his eyes.

“your hair is a fucking mess,” you manage to mutter out, still slightly dazed from your previous high. reaching up to smooth it down, your fingers brush against his forehead.

he rolls his eyes, “shit, and whose fault is that?”

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[mattsapplejuice]

pretty self explanatory i think

[sosasturns]

$$$ chris sturniolo, BLURB

▶︎ now playing: p-power (feat. drake) gunna

chris started feeling more like a man the moment he started messing with you. but when he ate your pussy? that was a whole different story.

because the first time he put his mouth on you—spit hot against your clit, tongue slow and heavy in its strokes—he knew nothing was gonna top it. not a high, not a check, not a single win in his fucking life.

and now? now he lives for it.

tongue deep, nose buried in the mess between your legs, chris is gone. lost in the way your thighs shake, how you push at his head like you don’t know by now that he likes that. that it makes him groan, makes him eat you up even nastier, makes him grip your thighs and keep you still while he devours you.

“mm—fuck,” he groans against you, voice muffled, lips dragging all over that pretty pussy like he tryna drown in it. like he tryna prove something. and maybe he is. maybe he needs to.

ever since he started fucking with you, his scruff been coming in thicker. fuller. way more apparent than before.

and you both knows what that mean.

he grins against your skin, lets his mustache drag along your inner thigh before he kisses back up, sucking on your clit, slipping two fingers in deep just to feel you squeeze.

“got me lookin grown, huh?” he mumbles, voice all raspy and cocky, thick fingers curling just right inside you. he looks up at you, eyes low, fucked out, and his jaw flexes as he licks up the wetness dripping from his lips. “all this,” he presses a kiss to your swollen pussy, groans when you twitch. “this all you, ma.”

he flicks his tongue again, then again, then again, and you jerk—whimpering, breath stuttering, body fighting between running and melting right into his mouth. he loves it. keeps going till you cum all over his tongue, till your thighs squeeze around his head and you’re gasping his name like it’s the only one you know.

but he’s not done.

not even close.

because next thing you know, he’s got you on your stomach, hand gripping tight at your hip, dick lined up, leaking, aching, swollen.

he sinks in all at once, slow, deep, letting out a long, shaking breath as he bottoms out.

“fuck, y’feel that?” he mutters, voice thick with something you can’t even place. he leans forward, pressing his chest to your back, fingers trailing to your jaw to turn your face toward his.

he kisses you slow, deep, filthy—like he’s tryna make you taste yourself.

“take it,” he urges, hips pulling back, pushing in, making you feel every inch. “keep squeezin, baby. ‘jus’ wanna feel you.”

he damn near losing his mind in it. hips stuttering, face twisted up like he in pain, but his grip don’t let up—not even a little. just digging bruises into your waist like he trying to mold you into the bed. “god damn,” he mutters, voice cracking like he ain’t ever felt pussy before.

and maybe he hasn’t. not like this. not like you.

“feelssogood,” he damn near whimpers, forehead dropping to your shoulder as he sinks in to the hilt, buried in that tight, wet, gripping heat that got his stomach flexing with every slow pull out. then he slams back in, pulling a choked gasp from your throat. “yeah? you like that?” he taunts, but it sound weak, desperate. like he the one being fucked.

his breath is hot, damp against your skin as he pants, working his hips in that deep, slow grind that drag against every inch inside you. his thumb finds your clit, pressing lazy, heavy circles like he just tryna feel you flutter around him.

“every time,” he murmurs, dropping a kiss to the corner of your mouth. “every time i fuck you, this shit feel better. s’like you got me in a chokehold, ma.”

you don’t even gotta say nothing. he’s already folding, already picking up the pace, already falling apart over you. his fingers slip up to your jaw, tilting your head so he can kiss you, sloppy and open-mouthed, all tongue and heat and moans that melt into yours.

hell, he was probably moaning louder than you.

yeah, your pussy got power.

© sosasturns