#chris sturniolo prompt

[eph3merall]

dealer!chris x innocent!bff!reader <3

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"yeah, s'okay mum," your voice is soft in the quiet of chris' room, lounging on his bed with your legs tucked to the side of you. a blanket lays over your legs, nodding your head softly when your mom says something back.

chris is pretending to not care. he's pretending to not listen in to your quiet voice, thumb mindlessly scrolling through his instagram. posts from his best friends, from his brothers, some posts from the chick he hooked up with a week ago. with a double tap on the post, he left her a like and commented a few heart eye emojis.

"no, 'm at a friends house," a pleasant call from your mom had you smiling—eyes crinkling at the corners and lips curling up. she's asked about school and how you've been in general, if you're up to anything. the topic of your living space came up and she questioned if you've been socializing more lately.

"no not maya's— i'm not even friends with her any– no it isn't lilah either.. mom," you're sighing as the sound of your mother's exasperated voice fills your ear. she keeps on listing off names, multiple of which you've forgotten or haven't spoken to in years.

you sit up a little, shoulders slumping gently as you flick your eyes towards chris. the back of his chair is facing you so you can't see what he's doing—but you hear the subtle click of a lighter and soon smoke is drifting up into the air.

"his name is chris. y'know. the guy i told you about? his brother nick introduced us—yes.. nick has brothers," you keep talking. chris listens. he doesn't catch every word though, having ended up zoning out for a second or getting caught up in his texts or something on his phone.

his chair creaks as he gets up from it, blunt in hand as he eyes you on his bed. you two lock eye contact before you just sigh at the sound of your mother rambling. "no, no he's a good guy. we're friends, mum, stop. yeah, no—okay, i gotta go. i'll call you soon."

you're blinking rapidly and sighing once you hang up, relaxing back against chris' headboard. he couldn't help but snort at your words, 'a good guy.' yeah, alright. he brings the blunt back up to his lips as he stalks towards you, taking a seat on the edge of his bed and reaching for a pair of shoes.

smoke filters out of his lips as he glances back to you and gives you a knowing look. "what's up w'you? lookin' all.. upset or somethin'. were y'not happy to talk to your mom or..?" his brows furrow slightly and he just blinks at you as you shrug a shoulder.

"she just kept questioning me about you. like, she kept asking me if we were dating. and like, it's annoying you know?" chris just snorts and turns his head back, sliding his shoes on and lacing them up. he was gonna head out to meet up with matt and nate, go to a party to make some money or something.

"didn't tell your mum i was a drug dealer, huh? big bad chris isn't a good influence on sweet lil—" you're shoving his shoulder playfully and shaking your head as a grunt sounds from him. settling back onto his bed, the image of him finally catches up to you as you see him in a pair of blazers and a hat fixed on top of his head.

"where are you going? thought we were gonna watch a movie or something," your brows furrow in confusion, staring up at him through your lashes. chris glanced back at you for one second before looking away quickly, letting the blunt hang out of his mouth in between his lips. fuck you for being so cute.

"yeah, i know. sorry baby, matt n' nate invited me to go to some house party," your cheeks involuntarily heat up at the pet name, even if you know he just lets it slip sometimes and it isn't anything special. rings of smoke waft up into the air as chris speaks, your nose scrunching at the smell as you frown in disappointment.

"oh," was all you managed for a second. you were kind of looking forward to finally getting to hang out with your best friend. alone. only for him to blow you off and say he's going somewhere. chris is at house parties almost every day every single week, why can't he just spare one extra day for his best friend?

at least, you hope he sees you as his best friend.

"well, can i go w'you?" the words are out of your mouth before you register what you said. horrible idea, actually. you hate parties. the loud music and sweaty bodies were always too much, and your parents always told you to stay away from people who did drugs or got wasted every day. and people at parties did that, a lot.

chris just blinks at you slowly, hands shoved into the pockets of his sweatpants. until he just nods and shrugs a shoulder, hand reaching up to grasp the blunt to take another huff.

"if y'wanna.. sure. hurry up n' put your shoes on, don't got all day kid."

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@ferdzom @st7rnioioss @sturniolosarethebest

©eph3merall 2024

[freshluvr]

house party with dealer!chris and sweet!reader

⚠︎ mentions of underage drinking & drug use, mentions of drunk people, use of y/n - if there’s anything else lmk xx ⚠︎

Chris pulled up to the front of the house, one hand on the steering wheel, the other high up on y/n’s thigh. Y/n gently rests her hand on top of Chris’, her thumb rubbing back and forth unconsciously. Her knee bounces up and down with nerves, biting the nails on her right hand harshly. One the car is in park, Chris looks over at y/n, scoffing slightly and pulling her fingers away from her mouth.

“Relax ma, I ain’t gonna let nothing bad happen. I gotchu.” He speaks smoothly, holding both of her hands firmly in one of his as he used the other to tuck a loose strand of hair behind her ear. He admires her, looking at the beautifully done makeup on her face - making her look more delicate than ever. He admires her clean, shiny hair and the way it was styled in pretty waves. He admired the short, floral, dark red sundress she was wearing - not because of how good it made her tits look or how much of her legs it showed off, but because of how genuinely gorgeous he thought it made her look. Chris was admiring her so intently, that he didn’t even realise the car had been engulfed in silence until y/n spoke up.

“What’s wrong? Is my makeup rubbed off? Can you see my spots?” She panicked, turning to look in the rear view mirror. Before she even had a chance to worry about her acne showing or her makeup not looking good, Chris gently grabbed her chin and turned her head towards him. He leans in to kiss her, but she pulls away slightly. “I’ll get lipstick on you!” She giggles slightly.

“Good. Let everyone know I’m yours.” He pulls her in again, more firmly this time so she can’t pull away, but still ever so gently. After a few seconds, they pull away. y/n is blushing like an idiot, and Chris is looking lovingly into her doe eyes. “I fuckin’ love you ma.” He states intensely, not stuttering and not breaking eye contact as he said it. This made y/n blush even more ferociously. Sure, they’d said they loved each other before, but never so intimately. Never so assertively.

“I love you too Chris.” She beams, kissing his cheek gently before reaching to rub off the gloss she’d left printed. All Chris did was grab her wrist and shake his head, insisting that it was kept on there. She smiled warmly, and they both got out the car. y/n walked round to Chris’ side and grabbed a hold of his hand gently. As soon as he felt this, Chris gripped her hand back, pulling her inside.

The music was booming, vibrating off the walls. Chris dapped up a few of his mates, introducing y/n to the ones she hadn’t yet met. She waved politely and made conversation with a couple of them whilst Chris was sorting out business. Despite him being busy selling to all sorts of people throughout the night, Chris always ensured he stayed close to y/n. He didn’t stop her from doing anything, but monitored everything she was doing to make sure she was safe.

y/n nursed her fourth cup of whatever concoction was in the punch bowl, swaying slightly as she talked to some friends she’d seen. Then, ‘come on Eileen’ started playing through the speakers. y/n gasped with utter joy and span around, making eye contact with Chris. He knew no matter what he said, there was no getting out of what was about to happen.

You see, the perks of being a wallflower was one of y/n’s favourite movies of all time. After watching it multiple times whilst staying over at Chris’ house, she asked him to learn the dance with her. They went back and forth a little, Chris not wanting to do it and y/n wanting nothing more, but ultimately Chris knew he couldn’t reject this idea. So, despite the minimal effort he put into it, the ‘come on Eileen’ dance was now their dance, and they’d do it whenever the song came on. No exceptions. No way out of it.

y/n smiled at him and pulled him towards the centre of the living room, preparing to start. Chris tried his hardest not to crack a smile, but seeing the tipsy girl look so happy was making it insanely difficult. As they danced, they got many looks from the people around. Some people were looking impressed, mostly at the fact that Chris had agreed to not only learn the dance but also do it in public, whilst others just simply rolled their eyes. Despite the little effort Chris was putting into it, in an attempt to keep up his cold dealer persona, y/n couldn’t be happier. Once the dance section was over, she threw herself into Chris’ chest, wrapping her arms around his neck whilst his hands found themselves cupping her ass. She kissed him lovingly yet passionately, smiling into it as she did so.

Normally, y/n wasn’t one for PDA as she was too afraid of making people uncomfortable. However, the pure serotonin racing through her body combined with the heavy mixture of alcohol she had consumed was doing nothing for her social awareness. She pulled away and looked down, blushing for what felt like the millionth time that day, smiling to herself like an idiot. Chris’ hands moved, one gripping her waist possessively and the other moving gently to her neck, his thumb pushing her chin up to make eye contact with him once more. He leaned down again and kissed her forehead, just wanting to hold her close.

The moment was sweet and comfortably intimate, until someone walked over to Chris and tapped his shoulder. Chris rolled his eyes and turned to face the interrupting boy - still keeping one hand on y/n’s waist. Once she realised what the boy wanted, y/n pulled away from Chris and told him she was going to find her friends again. He nodded and petted her head as she walked away, not being able to help but check her out as her hips swayed further and further away.

Unable to find her friends, y/n settled at the drinks table, filling cup after cup with the sweet tasting alcohol. She stood on her own, scanning the crowd for anyone she recognised, reaching into her bra to pull out her strawberry vape. She stood there, puffing the crystal bar from one hand and holding her drink in the other. Seconds turned into minutes, which then turned into half an hour before Chris finally found her again. By this point, she was barely standing on her own. Chris found her supporting her weight on the wall as she puffed on her vape, smiling at nothing in her drunken state.

“How much you drank, ma?” He questioned, taking her face in both of his hands gently. She simply shrugged at his question, giggling to herself even though nothing was funny. He rolled his eyes playfully at her, speaking to her in a soft tone. “You ready to go?” He didn’t want to leave, knowing that the later he stayed, the better business would be for him. But right now, looking at the state his girl was in, he wasn’t bothered about the sale. All he was bothered about was her.

y/n pouted slightly, shaking her head a little too fast which made her slightly dizzy. She gripped onto Chris’ arms to stabilise herself before speaking slowly. “I’m having funnnn… you go sell some weed and I’ll stay here with the drinks and make friends.” She slurred, smiling innocently at Chris under his harsh gaze. At first, Chris considered listening to her, but then he saw her slow blinks and the way her eyes were rolling back slightly. He shook his head at her, picking her up like a koala which allowed her to wrap her legs around his waist. “We’re goin’ home, m’kay. Imma look after you.”

“Chris…” y/n whispered sleepily into his ear as he carried her to the car. He hummed in response, waiting for her to continue. “Thank you for tonight… for dancing with me. You made me happy… you make me happy.”

“I’ll always dance wi’ you doll.”

Let me know if you like this and also send in some ideas on what to write either in the comments or in my inbox!!!

creds to @bernardsbendystraws for the amazing dividers once again!!!

tag: @chrissweetheart @dealerchrisgf @sturniololover-09 @lvrsturniolo @adoreeelana

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[sluts4matt]

latina!reader

"goddess" by xana. bobbi brown mascara. tight top baggy pants combo. converse and vans. ears twitch when embarrassed. works at a nail salon. lip liner and lip gloss are her best friends. oldest daughter. finds herself saying "que te jodan" a lot. sarcasm is her love language. ma, mamas, princessa. doesn't accept gifts easily. has the 'work like your poor" mentality. lots of gold jewelry. nose rings on both sides. having her nails done is a must. loves visiting mexico.

w/ matt -- loves when you bring him to family events even though he hates big crowds. your family loves him. controlling (but not in a toxic way). he loves when you get angry, because you tend to turn to speaking spanish often. doesn't like being the one to make you angry. soft sex your whole relationship, until that one night you accidently pushed him too much. loves when you sit on his lap while he plays video games.

w/ chris -- seemingly always has some form of attitude towards chris. it's giving enemies to enemies with benefits to lovers. loves when you're sassy because it means he gets to fuck it out of you. loves hearing your accent when you talk. always wanting you to make him authentic mexican food. talkative ray of sunshine bf and quiet thunder cloud gf. always steeling his hoodies. probably has a dozen polaroid photos of you in his drawer.

w/ nate -- hands touching you always. loves giving you jewelry with his initial. being taller than him so the boys clown him for it. having you a mess underneath him but being able to quickly reverse the rolls. your cousins love him. bringing him to family parties. always has a hand on your back when around other guys. loves his boston accent and visiting him in massachusetts. long distance relationship.

fully inspired by @loveebot, saw her doing this on my feed a while back and thought it was such a cool conept. if anyone is offended by this, just message me and i'll take it down. 🫶

[loveebot]

would you do bambi (🦌) reader? 💌

thank you for the ask !! i have my four main !readers but if anyone has ideas for occasional side !readers then please send them in🎀🎀

bambi!reader

my sleepy babyy. so clumsy she can barely walk straight. nail art. brown lash extensions. “out of my league” by fitz and the tantrums. book nerd. pleated skirts. loves watching childhood shows. straight brows. works at the library with teddy!reader, reading to the little kids. brown doc martens. she always looks confused (furrowed brows and pouted lips). off the shoulder sweaters. space buns. listens to music on her walkman.

ㅤㅤ ㅤ۪ㅤ— ㅤ۫ㅤ๑ㅤ ۟ㅤ ˗ˋˏ 🦌 ㅤ‧₊ ♱

w/ matt — my tired babiessss. you guys are alwayss caught on camera sleeping together. you both sleep until 3pm unless you’re woken up early. he’s always buying you more books whenever you finish the one you’re working on. pillow princess as fuckkkk. you make sure your bed is soo comfy since you’re always napping, so after sex, it’s immediate sleep. every time he has to lightly tap your cheek and tell you to “go pee”. if he didn’t, you’d go right to bed. he’s just that good.

w/ chris — he bathesss in the feeling of being in charge of you. you’re always wandering off or zoning out, so he’s constantly watching over you. you like in when he takes charge too. though, in bed, he likes it when you’re on top. he still does most of the working, thrusting up into you aggressively, but he lovess watching your tits bounce in his face.

w/ nate — no matter what, you’re always cuddling him. on the couch, in the car, in a restaurant, in bed, basically wherever. it’s just that he smells so nice, and he’s so cuddly. even during sex, you’re clinging to him; however you can. your legs wrapped around his waist, your arms around his neck, or your knees trapping him in while straddling him. it makes it harder for him to be soft with you, which he eventually just gives up on.

୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ .⁺ ⸝⸝

just me acknowledging that this is 100% inspired by multiple other writers on this app, specifically, starfxkr, princessbrunette (love her sm) and donatellawritings, and if any of the writers who use these type of !readers see this and feel that my interpretation is too close to theirs and they want me to take this down, i will.

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[unknvhx]

all night. all day, every night. every day. anywhere. any time. any position. in bed. in the shower. in the kitchen. on the sofa. against the wall. standing up. laying down. bent over. giving head. backshots.

[chrissturnsfav]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

thank you for reading! <3

tags: @sturnobsessedwh0re , @idrk2292 , @mattsbrat , @ribbonlovergirl , @swagalicious260 , @sturnhyyhblog , @matthewsroses , @mattsdemi , @emely9274 , @frankoceanfanpage , @ifwdominicfike , @marrykisskilled , @strnilolover , @cayleeuhithinknott

@chrissturnsfav ™

[sturnioz]

♯┆fully introducing. . . pornstar!chris .ᐟ

pornstar!chris has become a well-known name in the porn industry in a short amount of time — he's hot and he's packing, he has everything going for him.

chris leans back against his chair in his room, his thighs spreading wide apart as he palms his cock through his boxers, his eyes locking onto the camera positioned in front of him — capturing the scene.

a grin plays across his lips, teeth gnawing into his plush bottom lip as he pulls his heavy cock free from the confinements, a sharp intake of breath leaving him as he finally makes contact with his skin.

he begins to touch himself with slow, deliberate strokes, bare chest rising and falling calmly as he swipes his thumb across his tip that glistens with pre cum, spreading it around his cock for lubricant with a soft grunt.

"fuuuck.. feels good." he says for the camera, shifting his gaze from the lens for a moment to stare down at his cock, watching as he pumps himself at a leisurely pace before looking up again.

chris lets out a low moan as his free hand drifts down to cup his balls, his head rolling back in pleasure as beads of sweat forms across his brows, his breathing growing heavier with each stroke and gentle caress — his chest now rising and falling with each ragged exhale as his muscles tense and quiver.

he works his cock faster, pre cum continuing to drool from the tip and glistening between the dim lighting, the lewd, wet noises causing his arousal to build as he thrusts his hips, fucking his hand.

"you watchin' me, baby?" chris speaks to the camera — to his followers — as he pumps faster, arching his back slightly as his eyes roll, a grin spreading across his lips. "look what you're doin' to me... shiiit. strokin' this big, fat cock just f'you, ma."

he grips himself harder, twisting his wrist to apply more pressure, letting out a deep moan that rumbles in his chest as he teases the sensitive underside, thrusting faster into his grip.

"imaginin' your pretty fuckin' mouth wrapped around me... you thinkin' about it too?"

he lets out a soft whimper, his eyelids flutter shut for a moment as his lips form a perfect 'o' shape, rolling his head back again, neck strained as his adams apple bobs with a thick swallow.

when he lifts his head back up, his hair falls messily in front of his dark eyes, staring into the camera lens once again as he fucks his fist with renewed vigour, those wet sounds becoming louder and louder.

"fuck, m'so close.." he drawls, licking his bottom lip. "gonna cum f'you, ma. you ready? s'all f'you..."

chris grunts, his thrusts becoming erratic as he squeezes his eyes shut, tumbling over the edge as his balls seizes up and body trembles, spurts of cum shooting from his cock and painting his stomach and chest in creamy white streaks, panting heavily between whiny moans as his thighs shake.

he continues to spasm through his orgasm, his cock pulsating as the last drops of cum dribbles from his tip and he slumps, catching his breath as a chuckle escapes past his lips, his gaze lingering on the camera, running his clean fingers through his tousled hair.

"hope you enjoyed the show, baby," chris murmurs as he stands from his chair, his spent cock laying heavily between his legs as he reaches for the camera, showing the mess he created up close before pressing a chaste kiss to the glass lens and shutting it off.

© STURNIOZ

[muwapsturniolo]

Ooey Gooey Butter Cake 🧁 C. Sturniolo

" Could take a bite of you, just like a cake."

⟢ NSWF AHEAD! smut, biting, licking, obsessive!chris(?), clingy!chris, speedbump/crybaby position or whatever you wanna call it. somewhat of a quick jump/end to smut because I wanted to keep this short and I low-key forgot how to write smut.

Peaches Prompts: Matt/Chris/Nick is so obsessed with how reader smells, they become clingy and won't leave them alone. (everyone is free to do this prompt! i wanna see how yall remix this in your own way! it doesn't have to be smut, it could be fluff!! just make sure to tag me with the prompt so i can read and reblog!!)

cred to @bernardsbendystraws for obsessive!chris

Her scent was intoxicating.

She had just gotten out of the shower, her body lathered in her usual warm and sultry vanilla scents - but this time, something was different.

The vanilla scent Chris had known and always loved was stronger than ever; hints of browned butter, whipped cream, and a toasted caramel infiltrated his senses.

The aroma made his dick jump, a small but noticeable tent forming in his sweatpants. He watches with hungry eyes as she gives herself one last spray of the perfume before climbing into bed. As her head hits the pillow, a small gust of her scent wafts through the air, hitting Chris full force and making him groan out. He lazily discards his phone, rolling over on top of her, and shoving his face into her neck.

"Chris what are yo- Smell so fuckin' good." He inhales deeply, his eyes rolling to the back of his head as he begins to grind against her, his hands grasping at her soft thighs.

"What perfume is this? Smells different," He breathes out huskily, starting to plant soft and long kisses along her neck as his hands move under her shirt.

"Picked it up the other day. S'called 'Ooey Gooey Buttercake'. I really like it."

"I like it too-" He deeply inhales once more, his nose rubbing against her skin. " Could take a bite of you, just like a cake."

She gasped as his teeth sank into her skin, his canines slightly piercing the brown skin. Chris moans at the taste, the scented alcohol on her body tasting like the real gooey dessert it was named after.

He wanted to devour her, needed to devour her.

He switches between biting and licking, leaving purple and red marks on her skin and licking over them in an attempt to soothe. Her back arches at each bite, moaning softly as his tongue traces his marks, his bulge grinding into her bare and wet cunt.

Much to her surprise, he flips her onto her stomach, slapping her ass swiftly and knocking her legs apart. She tries to push herself up, attempting to go into doggy, but he pushes her back down, settling all his weight on top of her.

He buries his face into the back of her neck as he slips past the cusps of her ass and into her warm and wet walls. The two moan out at the feeling, both of their eyes rolling back and their mouths dropping open. Her fingers grip the bedding, melodic moans tumbling past her lips and mixing into a sweet harmony with Chris's deep groans of pleasure.

He grabs a fist full of her hair, yanking her head back and turning her head before slamming his lips against hers in a sloppy kiss. Their teeth clash, saliva mixing as they attempt to make out during the heated moment. She bites his lip making him growl, his thrusts growing more brutal at each whiff of her scent and every moan falling past her lips.

"Feel so fuckin' good, smell so fuckin' good. Got me all riled u- shit - riled up all because of a damn perfume," he grunts, his head falling against the nape of her neck. His tongue darts out, licking across her back before his teeth clamp down on her shoulder once more.

With the mix of pain and pleasure he was currently inflicting on her, her orgasm hit her quick, her jaw dropping open as her thighs begin to shake, her walls clamping down on his cock.

His high soon follows, white creamy ropes painting her velvety walls and leaking out of the sides. He falls against her back, the both of them panting harshly after their rendezvous. He slowly pulls out of her before rolling onto his back and pulling her close, shoving his face into her neck for what seems like the millionth time.

"Send me the link to the perfume...Want you to smell like this all the time."

[mattsstarlet]

⋆˚࿔ pornstar!matt x chris x camgirl!reader ⟢

“i fucking love candy with just matt but i would love to see her with both of them… just one time!!! walk with me”

based on this ask.

IMPORTANT NOTE: this does NOT correlate with my current au. it’s simply just for shits and giggles. maybe i’ll consider making a separate au with chris involved. i don’t know.

contains: smut (p in v), unprotected sex, degradation, praise, orgasm denial, sex tape (i only mentioned lights being put up, i forgot lol). both chris and matt individually use reader.

“i’ve waited so long to have you, sweet girl.” chris mocked, grinning from ear to ear as he fawned himself over your body between your legs, nuzzling his face into your neck and kissing the flesh just enough to make you squirm.

he pulled away, his mischievous eyes tracing your flushed features as your big, round eyes filled with desperation and humiliation locked onto matt’s shadow— who was sitting in a chair in the corner of his room, palming his straining hard cock against his jeans while his face remained stoic.

“don’t look at him, look at me… there we go.” he chuckled, bringing one hand to cup your chin, squeezing your cheeks to pucker your lips. “pretty little slut.” he mumbles, licking his lips before hungrily pressing them against yours.

your mouth greeted his tongue, both dancing in circles as his hands roamed all over your naked body, groping your tits. after a few seconds he pulled away, the both of you in a panting mess while he ripped his shirt off, his sliver chain gleaming underneath the lights matt had propped up.

chris’ hands made a beeline to his zipper, pushing the fabric down slowly, taunting you. he flashed a toothy grin, gripping his cock through his boxers after he disregarded his jeans on the floor, slightly pumping himself.

“s’all f’you, ma— shiiit.” he groaned, feeling himself twitch into his own hands. “gonna let me fuck you? yeah?”

you nodded eagerly, reaching out and tugging on his briefs, bitting down on your plumped lip. “please?” you spoke softy, your pointer finger tracing over the small wet patch of his precum— causing chris to suck in a deep breath at the sudden movement.

“matt’s cock not enough f’you? hm? cock hungry little thing.” he pulled down the remaining fabric, his shaft springing out and hitting his toned stomach, his red mushroom head leaking cum.

“m’gonna give it to you, don’t worry.” he spit on his hand, lathering his saliva all over his cock before giving himself a few pumps. the sudden movement happened so quickly, plunging his cock into your pussy— slipping right in with how wet you were.

he groaned, his mouth hanging open as your tight walls swallowed his cock. “fuuuckkk, no wonder why my brother keeps you around. good fuckin’ pussy.”

matt had already stripped off his clothes, jerking himself off at the way your eyes rolled back, using the desperate sounds of your moans as another source to help him get off.

his hips were nearly slipping off the chair with how fast his high was chasing him. matt’s hooded eyes found yours, bubbly with tears of pleasure. he tucked his bottom lip between his teeth, working his hand faster. he cursed beneath his breath, sweat dripping down his forehead as ropes of white cum spurted all over his chest, painting his tummy as well.

the sight of him brought you over the edge, your gummy walls clenching around chris’ cock, sending a shiver down his spine each time. “gonna cum— please.”

“yeah?” chris breathed out, pulling out just a little, leaving his tip in before abruptly thrusting in. “hold on just a bit more, baby.”

you whined at the rejection, sobbing as his tip grazed your cervix. chris rambled, going on and on about how much he loved your pussy— wanting nothing more to fill your womb up with his cum.

“m’gonna cum, pretty. oh yeah i’m— fuck.” he grunted, your spongy walls practically squeezing his load out, milking your insides.

he chuckled deeply, watching as your cunt oozed out his cum after he pulled out, using his finger to push his load back in. “m’sorry, baby. i don’t make the rules here.” he smirked, watching you whine and squirm as your orgasm faded away.

he traded spots with matt, plopping himself on the chair and catching his breath. matt stood by the edge of the bed, grabbing your legs and bending your thighs into your chest, coating his hardening cock with your arousal mixed with chris’ cum.

“my sweet, sweet, girl.” he cooed, teasing your entrance with his tip. “y’need me to get off, don’t you?”

“please.” you begged, your tears staining your cheeks. you choked on a gasp, feeling the slight burning sensation of his cock stretching your puffy cunt out.

“there we go— fuck, i can just cum from being inside.” he threw his head back, bucking his hips forward at a steady pace.

you rolled your eyes back once again, your brain going straight to mush. the sounds of your loud moans mixed with the wet squelching coming out of your pussy filled the entire room.

“you like being used? like being fucked by two guys?”

his words went straight to your core, feeling the familiar sensation of a knot forming deep in your belly. you babbled, saliva drooling out of your mouth as you spoke incoherently.

matt couldn’t refrain himself from cumming inside you at sight of you looking brainless and blissed out. he would never admit it, but he loved the thought of sharing you with his brother, filling you up over and over again without letting you cum.

which is how you spent the entire evening.

“gonna suck me off while you let chris fuck you again? yeah?— good girl.”

[eph3merall]

dealer!chris x innocent!bff!reader hcs 🦌

dealer!chris . . . who always has a part of his mind thinking about you. what are you up to? classes? work? friends? hangouts? he'll text you and pretend to not care much, but deep down he just doesn't want to admit how much he worries over this girl who is just his friend.

innocent!bff!reader . . . loves and adores all things autumn. her clothes are fall staples that include lots of denim and earthy tones. so whenever she's hanging out with chris and sees something to add to her closet or keep as a trinket or decoration, she'll look up to chris with pretty lil' eyes and how could he deny her? sometimes he'll purposefully look away and shove her away from the store because she keeps burning a hole through his pocket.

dealer!chris . . . despises situations where innocent!bff!reader roped into his 'job'. there are shady people buying some strong shit from him, and he knows matt would also screw him over if innocent!bff!reader got harmed because of him. matt sees you as a best friend, someone he needs to protect because his brother is a little fucking stupid sometimes. dealer!chris always tries avoiding problems when it seems as if you're gonna get involved with any of his deals.

innocent!bff!reader . . . who's had a boyfriend or two before. she's just never had sex, and once she told chris he was laughing at her and giggling with his eyes all red. 'fuckin'... you're jokin', right kid?' and when she tells chris she's dated less than five people he's laughing harder. gosh, what an asshole.

dealer!chris . . . always carries a lighter with a printed cat photo on it that innocent!bff!reader glued/taped onto it. keeps a picture of her in his wallet as well—a polaroid of her awhile back in the winter, running into the horizon as snow fell around her frame. he could hear the giggles she made just by looking at the photo.

innocent!bff!reader . . . who has severe nosebleeds once every few months or so. it'll get so bad to the point she's crying because she thinks she's gonna die—with chris grumbling all annoyed with his hand fisting her hair so it doesnt get caked in blood. sometimes hes high and just stares at times while she yells at him to get her a hairtie or to grab ahold of most of her hair.

dealer!chris . . . who's, again, literally just an asshole to everyone. you're barely an exception. one second he'll be laughing with you and once he's with a buyer or some of his friends, he'll act like you're some dirt on his shoe. plus he's just plain ol' mean. wont take bullshit from anyone, not even his brothers. matt pisses him off more than nick does. but of course, they're his brothers. so he isnt.. that mean.

innocent!bff!reader . . . who grew up sheltered from everything in life. her parents are overprotective and she's their only child—only serving to make them more anxious when she's out. met chris through nick since the two were in a class together. something clicked and they've been hanging out ever since, usually in groups. chris and his friends are nott a good influence on her. but her mother doesn't have to know, does she?

dealer!chris . . . lovess cute coupley things. he just won't ever admit it to anyone he knows, not even his brothers if they ask or jab at him. secretly, he loves it when innocent!bff!reader hugs him tight or brushes her fingers across his skin. but he'll always stick to his go-to response—a scoff and he's pushing her away, muttering some shit like 'god, fuckin'.. annoying as hell always touchin' me.'

innocent!bff!reader . . . tries getting herself off with her fingers for the first time in awhilee since meeting chris because he just makes her feel so weird. all hot and bothered and it's gotten so overwhelming that humping her pillow alone in her dorm room isn't enough, so she's sliding her fingers inside her cunt slowly and mewling all softly in the privacy of her dorm room. she doesn't even realize that she secretly wants chris to see her like this.

dealer!chris . . . fucks with girls left and right. a new chick at each party that he sells some drugs to, and, if they're pretty enough.. he'll let them suck his dick or something. hey, he got to cum down some pretty brunette's throat and got a fat stack of cash? win-win. but when he met innocent!bff! reader... she went to house parties with him sometimes. which resulted in him not getting to fuck a girl's throat-which also resulted in dealer!chris fucking his own fist at night with the thought of you in his head.

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©eph3merall 2024

[heartssturniolo]

dior ~ matt sturniolo

warnings ‼️: nsfw content ahead, 🔞, consume with your own risk, smut, p in v, unprotected sex, rough sex, hair pulling, gagging, degrading words, spanking, fingering, semi-public sex, hickeys, pet names

a/n : dividers by @/anitalenia

wc : 1160

The entire wedding you swore you were losing it.

Matt looked ridiculously good— it wasn’t often you saw him in a suit, especially not with that fancy Dior tie.

Needless to say, you were soaking wet.

You had no clue what had gotten into you. Unable to keep your eyes off him, squeezing your thighs together to gain some sort of friction and unconsciously licking your lips every once in a while kept you occupied.

Unsurprisingly, Matt noticed– afterall, you weren't being too slick.

Hence, Matt encouraged his brothers to go home with some friends, instead of in his car, arguing that he was going to take you home and watch a movie.

Of course, that wasn't going to happen.

Instead, as you pile into the front passenger seat, Matt doing the same in the drivers seat, Matt's hands are instantly on you. He's teasing at first, caressing your side, achingly close to the swell of your breasts.

“Matt…” you breathe out. You couldn't take it anymore. You needed something, anything. You needed to feel something.

He hums slightly, “Yes, sweetheart?”

He was acting nonchalant, acting like he didn't know how badly you needed him.

Matt moves back, mindlessly touching some buttons on his car– you had no clue, you were too focused on the fact that you were about to explode with need.

Matt's hand eventually makes it's way to your bare thigh, thanks to the slit in the dress, the cold rings sending electric jolts soaring through your body.

Your breathing becomes heavier as his hands trail up higher his fingers hooking around your panties, mockingly sighing, “You're so worked up…”

He gathers your wetness, smothering it around your clit, not close enough to cause you pleasure, but close enough to make you more wet.

It was torture, you so badly needed him, needed him to fuck you rough and hard.

Whimpers fall from your lips. Matt loves seeing you like this – pathetic and needy. The bulge in his pants grows knowing that he can bring to such level of horniness.

Eventually, Matt enters a finger inside of you slowly pumping in and out.

You instantly clench around his finger, instinctively rocking your hips with him.

Matt let's out a breathy chuckle, “Already? I'm only one finger in.”

Biting down on your lip, you glance at Matt who is casually fingering you. Throwing your head back, you release the soft moans you built up, unable to hide your pleasure any longer.

Your arousal had made you a lot more sensitive, and of course, Matt picked up on it so he felt compelled to tease you. His thumb barely grazes your clit, before you let out a loud moan, clenching around his fingers.

Chuckling at the sight, Matt starts the car, his finger still buried in you.

You glance at Matt, who senses your eyes on him without even looking, “Not here, doll. Guests are still leaving and walking past. But trust, I'm going to fuck you so dumb, you'll forget your own name.”

Weaving through traffic, Matt keeps fingering you, adding a finger. Still, he's focused on the road, one hand on the steering wheel.

Matt pulls into the middle of an empty parking lot and parks.

With no one in sight, Matt instructs you to get into the backseat and strip. You do so, discarding your dress and underwear onto the floor of the car.

Matt quickly follows you into the backseat, discarding his dress pants and boxers into the pile of your clothes. He buttons the top few buttons of his shirt and loosens his tie.

“Get in position - face down, ass up,” Matt commands, his voice carrying an evident tone of authority. The familiarity in his voice reminds you of all the previous intimate moments you've had in the backseat of his car.

Matt lines his lower hip with your aching pussy, taking a few moments to pump his now fully-erect length.

But before entering you, he gently pushes your torso down, making your shoulders rest against the car seat, rather than your hands holding you up, and your face laying on the seat.

Matt removes his Dior tie and ties your wrists together, resting them on your back, right above your ass.

Matt takes the opportunity to spank you once before placing his hands on your hips, rubbing his tip against your soaked pussy.

You whine out at his teasing, causing him to fully push into you, making you both gasp.

“Fuck…” Matt breathes out.

Matt begins to pump in and out at a steady pace, you not needing time to adjust as you were already so wet.

Matt's thrusts become more stronger and rougher, causing you to moan out repeatedly.

Your hands grip onto his tie, grounding yourself from the pleasure you were recieveing.

You rock your hips back to match Matt's pace, your high-pitched moans filling the car.

Pulling your hair back, Matt carelessly removes the ties from around your wrists and stuffs the tie into your mouth, before he releases the grip he has on your hair.

Relentlessly pounding into you, he spanks your ass, “You're such a whore for dick, look at how dumb you've become on my cock.”

Despite his harsh words, they made you more wetter and hornier, wanting more. You rock your hips back onto his cock, matching his thrusts.

Biting down onto his tie, your moans become muffled, your back arching as Matt's thrusts become more and more unforgiving.

With every thrust, more of your juices drip down his dick, some pooling at his ballls, the rest dripping down both of your thighs and onto the car seats.

Matt pounds into you harder, the squelches of your pussy taking him in filling Matt's ears, making him hornier and hornier.

Matt spanks your ass again, causing you to yelp into the tie, before rubbing it to ease the pain.

Pulling your hair back once again, Matt continues his rough thrusts, but also begins kissing your neck, sucking on your sensitive parts, slightly digging his teeth into your neck. It was certain they were going to mark, but that's what Matt wanted.

All you can do is moan out against the tie, and that's what Matt likes— being in control of your body.

Pulling back, Matt senses you're on the brink of release, judging by the way you're starting to clench around him, so adds some extra stimulation by drawing shapes with his fingers on your clit.

The sudden sensation send a jolt through your body, your eyes roll back, ready to release.

Matt brings you to the edge, spanking you once more, “Cum for me, my slut.”

Somehow, his words send you over the edge as you squirt all over his lower body, coating your bodies with your essence.

Matt thrusts in deep, one final time, cumming inside you.

Pulling out, he rests your body down onto the seats, removing the tie from your mouth.

“You okay, doll?”

He really fucked you dumb.

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unique (understatement). always has soft skin. lip smackers. knee high socks. ultra mini uggs. weird patterns. likes all colors but in more dull tones. thrifting. love language; acts of service (even though the act is usually messed up due to her clumsiness, it’s the thought that counts). crochets her own clothes. frecklesss. works at the library. people describe her and her outfits as: outlandish. small tattoos. “ballad of a homeschooled girl” by olivia rodrigo. insanely awkward. always has her hair in eccentric hairstyles w/ funky hair accessories. homemade jewelry. oversized everything. loves records.

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w/ matt — deadass perfection. you crochet him sweaters all the time and he’s constantly driving you to thrift stores. he’s really good at calming you down when you feel insecure about what people say to you. and he’s really good at other things too. bonus : he was your first everything ‘cause no one else made you feel as good about yourself as he did.

w/ chris — you guys are actually too cute. he loves your strange fashion sense and you love how he doesn’t care what people think of him and how he acts a fool. your weird personalities match perfectly. you especially love it when he visits you while you’re working at the library. when he fucks you in the very, very back, warning you to stay quiet.

w/ nate — he’s insanely obsessed with you. his favorite thing about you is how you’re constantly making him gifts, even though they don’t always come out as planned. like messy cakes or goofy looking hats. and after every gift, you receive a nice dicking down, which you are very grateful for.

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just me acknowledging that this is 100% inspired by multiple other writers on this app, specifically, starfxkr, princessbrunette (love her sm) and donatellawritings, and if any of the writers who use these type of !readers see this and feel that my interpretation is too close to theirs and they want me to take this down, i will.

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[chrissturnsfav]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

thank you for reading!! <3

@chrissturnsfav ™

[sturnswiftie]

crybaby!reader wonders if she really tastes that good...

contains ⟶ smut (MDNI.) oral (female receiving), dealer!chris getting off on her tears.

you’re lying on your stomach, chin resting on folded arms, and your cheeks still warm from crying earlier—even though chris already kissed the tears off your face an hour ago. you’re not entirely sure why, but you’ve been so emotional today—far more than usual—and every little thing thus far has left you a sniffly mess, your brows pinched and your lips pursed into a soft pout. your cheeks are still slightly sticky from your boyfriend’s sweet kisses, the thought causing your mind to drift for a moment before you’re tilting your head to the side and voicing your thoughts aloud.

“do i really taste that good?” you mumble, barely above a whisper, but loud enough to catch his attention.

chris, who’s sitting at the edge of the bed counting the cash from his last drop, glances over his shoulder. one eyebrow arches. “what?”

you peek up at him through your lashes, sniffling a little. “well, you always say i do. like... ‘sweet’ this, ‘sugar’ that... or telling me how good i taste when you’re, y’know...” you trail off, a warm flush creeping up your neck at the insinuation.

but chris smirks, slow and lazy, like a wolf just handed a lamb. the rubber band snaps around the stack of bills as he tosses it aside. “you think i’m just sayin’ that to gas you up?”

“i dunno,” you reply, voice small. “i just—what if i’m not? what if i’m just... regular?” you ask curiously, but you’re immediately embarrassed by the light crack in your voice, tears already threatening the corners of your eyes again.

chris is already crawling over by the time you finish your sentence, one hand slipping under your chin to tilt your face up. “sweetheart,” he says, voice low, almost amused. “you cry like you were made to be tasted. every time i touch you, it’s like sugar’s pourin’ outta your skin.”

your lower lip trembles with the emotion still being held back, but your boyfriend distracts you by leaning in close, his mouth barely brushing against your ear. “but if you really need me to prove it...”

your breath stutters, but you don’t even have time to respond before he’s pressing you down onto the mattress, settling between your thighs like it’s where he belongs. instinctively, your thighs part to accommodate him, and his gaze immediately falls to the sight of your bare, pink pussy just waiting for him to taste it, a soft groan falling from his mouth.

“my pretty fuckin’ girl,” he praises quietly, the sight of him drinking you in sending a desperate pang to the pit of your stomach.

“y’wanna know how good you taste?” he murmurs, one forearm wrapping itself around your left thigh, his fingers spreading out over the soft skin of your abdomen. when he looks up at you from between your legs, you flush a deep shade of pink. “i think about it all the fuckin’ time, baby. can never get enough of you.”

chris kisses the inside of your thigh, then again, but slower, wetter, trailing up like he’s savoring every inch of you. the hand pressed down on your abdomen holds you firmly in place when he finally lowers his mouth, tongue flattening against your slick folds with a groan that sounds like he’s been craving this all fucking day.

“oh—chris!” you whine, your hands flying to his hair, your grip tight on the dark strands just as he begins to devour your pussy like you’re the first sweet thing he’s ever tasted and the last thing he ever wants to forget.

he smirks against you as he eats you out, moving his tongue deep and slow, and then fast and precise, like he knows you better than you know yourself. the sounds—sloppy and shameless—would be embarrassing if you weren’t so mesmerized by the way he’s eating your pussy like he wants you to hear just how obsessed he is with the way you melt on his tongue.

“not regular,” he eventually grits out between licks, mouth slick with your arousal. “you taste like fuckin’ candy. like you were made for this—made for me.”

only broken moans leave your parted lips in response, tears springing to your eyes again. not only does chris moan when he sees it, but he pulls you closer, tongue flicking just right against your swollen clit until the muscles in your thighs are quivering, and your chest is moving rapidly with short, shallow pants.

“ch-chris, i can’t—” you try to say, but your cut off by a strangled cry, your thighs tightening around your boyfriend’s head with your rapidly approaching orgasm.

“that’s it,” he growls against you, like he’s addicted to the whimpers leaving your mouth. “gonna cum for me, crybaby? my perfect girl’s gonna give me a taste, huh?” he encourages you, the sickly sweet praises timed with the rhythmic movements of his mouth on your pussy finally pushing you over the edge.

and when you finally break, trembling under his mouth, your breath hitching on a sob that makes your thighs clamp around his head, chris just groans like he’s never had anything better. like this is what he’s been chasing all night and nothing else could satisfy the craving.

he doesn’t stop until you’re gasping his name like a prayer, only then finally pulling back enough that you can see his jaw slick and lips swollen, a smirk directed down at your messy, tear-stained face.

“don’t ever ask me that shit again,” he mutters, dragging his thumb along your sensitive slit. “you don’t just taste good, baby—you’re fuckin’ perfect.”

©sturnswiftie

divider by; @bernardsbendystraws

[sturnioz]

꒰ STURNIOZ KINKTOBER '24 ꒱ !

fratboy!chris takes shy!reader to a haunted house at a carnival where she ends up in his arms for more reasons that one.

you weren't a brave person.

you could barely even watch a scary movie without shivering in fear, so why did chris think it was a good idea to drag you to a haunted house? the carnival was pretty, you admit to that, and the smell of popcorn made your mouth water, but the haunted houses that loomed before you ominously made the hairs on the back of your neck stand up.

it was the scare actors that loitered outside that made it worse for you too; clad in ripped costumes and scarily accurate makeup, their sinister grins and contact eyes making your stomach churn. they stalked the crowd, creeping up behind people to hear their screams of terror.

you feel a knot tighten in your chest, a mix of dread and embarrassment as you cling to your friend's arm, desperately hiding your face in her shoulder as you near closer and closer towards the house.

but then, much to your dismay, nate swoops in and hoists her over his shoulder, laughing as he dashed into the haunted house with her giggling through screams. you stand frozen outside the entrance, your heart pounding in your ears as you help up the queue.

there's no way you're going in there. no way. not a chance.

"move, kid," chris's voice slices through your thoughts, his hand gripping your bicep as he pulls you into the dark abyss of the haunted house before you could even protest.

as the door slams shut behind you, darkness envelopes you immediately, and you can hear every little sound around you — the shuffling of feet, the low growls echoing in the shadows. you instinctively press yourself against chris' side, gripping his sweatshirt like a lifeline.

"get off me... actin' like a fuckin'—" he grumbles under his breath, but you can barely register his words as you're far too busy wishing you could disappear, your pulse quickening with every creak of the floorboards and every sinister whisper that seems to swirl around you.

with each hesitant step deeper into the haunted house, your anxiety spikes, the flickering lights above your heads casting eerie shadows that dance on the walls, and you can feel the presence of scare actors lurking just out of sight, ready to pounce.

you fight the urge to scream, your mind racing with thoughts of escape, but you grip chris tighter, shoving your face into his arm to block out the terrifying sights around you.

"it's not even scary, kid. it's pathetic," chris says disinterestedly, his tone dripping with disdain, clearly unfazed by everything. "just bein' all dramatic 'n shit.. you crybaby."

"i'm not even crying," you shoot back to defend yourself, a pout forming on your lips as you peek out from behind his arm to glare at him weakly. "and it is sca—"

before you can finish, someone leaps out of the shadows with a high=pitched shriek, black hair covering their face and warms outstretched towards you, sending a jolt of pure fear coursing through you.

you scream, throwing yourself against chris' chest, burying your face into his sweater as you cling to his waist, refusing to let go.

you can feel him snort, and it only makes your cheeks grow warm with embarrassment. "ah... don't worry, kid. m'gonna keep you alll safe," his voice drips with condescension, and you hate how much it bothers you when he pats the top of your head mockingly.

he continues to walk forward, awkwardly shuffling with you still clinging tightly, determined not to let go or even glance at where you're going. every sound—every scream from the actors—makes you jump and whine, and you can't help but feel they're doing an excellent fucking job at their terrifying roles.

yet, you refuse to spare them a look as chris twists and turns through the dim hallways, ignoring the sounds of his frustrated grunts every time you press yourself against him at the sound of approaching footsteps.

"kid, you gotta stop movin'," he whispers in your ear, but you barely listen, desperate to get out and leave the haunted house as you jump again when another sudden noise startles you,, accidentally rubbing up against him. "shit. you doin' this on purpose or somethin'? you tryin' to piss me off? makin' me fuckin; hard in haunted house — jesus."

"i hate it in here," you whine pathetically, your voice trembling, completely oblivious to how your constant jumping and the way you cling to him is clearly affecting him. "i wanna go. i wanna leave."

"don't be a baby," chris scoffs, watching as you bury your face deeper into his chest. he clicks his tongue against his teeth, shaking his head in disbelief. "this is stupid. you're not even lookin' at them; you're just hidin', and you're still scared?"

when you don't reply, chris scoffs again, rolling his eyes. despite his irritation, he awkwardly shuffles forward again, using one arm to wrap around your shoulders as he navigates through the twisting hallways, the sounds of horrors beginning to fade away.

suddenly, you hear him push open a door, and you stumble slightly as he guides you inside, still clinging to him for dear life. "a'ight, let go of me, kid s'just me 'n you in here."

hesitant, you remain pressed against him, but gradually loosen your grip and take a step back, eyebrows furrowing as you glance around the room, realising you're in a staff room of some sort — dimly lit and cluttered with props.

"are we.. supposed to be in here?"

"obviously not," chris scoffs, his tone dripping with sarcasm. he then tilts his head to the side, his eyes narrowing as a smirk slowly spreads across his lips. "y'know... you're really livin' up to your nickname, bun... all scared 'n shit, makin' me look after you."

the teasing in his voice makes your face grow hot, a mix of embarrassment and frustration bubbling inside you. you glare at him, but the effect is lost as you feel the adrenaline still coursing through your veins.

"i don't like scary stuff," you admit, your tone a little pathetic, which only makes you frown.

"didn't think it was that bad," chris drawls, taking a step closer, almost corning you against the wall which makes a flutter of nerves tickle your belly. "though, i think you rubbin' against me was on purpose, bun.. you tryin' to start somethin'?"

"what?" you blink, mouth open and closing repeatedly. "n-no, i just.. i was scared!"

"uh-huh," chris nods slowly, his smirk widening as he fully corners you against the wall, his hands resting on your hips, making your breath hitch. "you uh, you sure about that? 'cos it felt like you wanted somethin' from me."

the proximity is overwhelming, and you can feel the heat radiating off of him. your heart races rapidly against your chest, "i..."

chris leans in slightly, his breath brushing across your face, sending a shiver down your spine. "you what?"

you swallow hard, trying to form a coherent response, but all you can think about is how close he is, how his hands feel on your hips. "i just... i didn't mean.."

"didn't mean to what?" he presses again, voice low and teasing, smirk never wavering. "didn't mean to get scared? or didn't mean to get me hard?"

you can't help but squirm under his gaze, "both?"

chirs hums at that, his hands sliding down to your ass, his teeth biting down on your shoulder as his hips grind against yours, letting you feel the hard bulge straining against his jeans, and a whimper escapes your throat as you squirm again under his grip.

his hands move again, slipping underneath your skirt to cup your pussy, and he gives you a mocking smile as his fingers press against the damp patch on your panties. "really?"

you don't respond to that, not even sure how to come up with one to explain your sudden arousal as he slowly pushes the fabric to the side and sliding two fingers deep inside your pussy, causing you to cry out at the intrusion, immediately covering your mouth to muffle your noises.

"nah, don't worry about that..." chris purrs, pumping his fingers in and out of your spongy walls, curling his fingers and rubbing against the sweet spot with each stroke. "we're in a haunted house, bun... scream."

your hips buck against his hand, gummy walls clenching around his fingers, letting out a choked sob when he adds a third, stretching you out.

"thaaats it," chris nods, licking at his lips as his thumb finds your clit, rubbing firm circles. "make all the noises f'me. wanna hear you." chris other hand unbuckles his belt, freeing his cock and removing his fingers from your cunt to rub the tip through your soaked folds, coating himself in your arousal. "deep breath, bun. remember?"

you nod repeatedly, sucking in a deep breath as chris eases himself into your pussy, burying himself to the hilt with one deep thrust. your nails dig into his shoulders as chris' head drops down to yours, teeth grazing your skin as he pulls almost all the way out before driving back in, setting a pace as he pounds into you.

the wall rattles behind you, props cluttering to the ground in a mess, but you don't pay it any mind as you moan loudly in his ears, tears of pleasure prickling at the corners of your eyes as your mind reels.

"please, chris," you whimper out his name, not knowing if you're begging for him to slow down or pleading for him to never stop as you grip his shoulders tighter, blubbering as your vision blurs. "please."

chris chuckles in your ears, his hand slipping behind the back of your knee to pull your leg up around his waist, pressing his cock into you deeper, his pelvis rubbing against your clit for extra stimulation.

"s'what i thought, bun," he murmurs quietly, teeth tugging at your earlobe as he drives his cock repeatedly into your pussy. "always a fuckin' mess on my cock."

© STURNIOZ