#sturniolo imagines

[l0vely-sturniolo]

why has like NO ONE talked abt matt’s voice right here??? like HELLO THIS MAN IS SO ATTRACTIVE.

[kiemiu]

an average day w/ bf!matt <3 | ( fem!reader ) fluff + soft hours. established relationship drabble wc 1.6k (library) + (request) warnings -> one use of y/n

9:51am - a tattooed arm weighs heavy across your abdomen as you slowly adjust your eyes to the morning light shining through the curtains. careful stretches and quiet groans leave you as you twist in matt's grip. his arm only hooking around you significantly tighter at your movement. you lie still for a moment before turning towards him, his head remains buried deep into your neck. "matt, baby. cmon, time to get up." you whisper hoarsely, as you tap at his arm. he pretends to continue sleeping as you poke and prod at him to get up. he lowly groans in response before turning over to his side of the bed, his arm still hooked around your waist as he lazily flips you over his body to cradle you into his chest. "5 more minutes, please?" he tiredly grumbles before throwing his leg over you, swiftly pulling you as close as he possibly could. you only sigh in response before relaxing in his grip, knowing that you'd be there for another hour or so.

11:32am - sudden rapid knocks wake you up from your second wave of sleep. chris's voice being heard behind the door as he twisted at the locked door knob. "matt, come on, you said you'd take me to target today." his voice clearly laced with irritation as he banged his fist on the door, louder and louder. "oh my fucking god." matt grumbled his grip on you becoming tighter, cradling your head into his chest before he slightly lifted himself up to shout out "alright chris, i heard you! give me a fucking second." before plopping himself back to his original spot. there was silence on the other side of the door before chris responded "finally, you got 20 minutes!" his voice getting more and more faint as he walked down the hallway. you gently patted matt's chest in comfort before hoisting yourself up and heading to the bathroom. "taking a shower, baby?" he asked, his voice much softer this time. you only hummed in response, lingering by the door, knowing what he'd ask you next. "can i join?"

12:59pm - you slowly pushed the cart, one of matt's arm hooked around your waist as your eyes trailed over the selection of frozen treats. "baby, we already have enough ice cream at home." matt softly whined, his hand affectionately gripped your hip while his thumb gently massaged your clothed skin. "yeah, but you always eat it all. i want something for myself this time." you tease before your eyes land on what flavor you want. "that's—not true." he grumbled with a half-hearted eye roll, knowing you were right. "mmm, i think i'm gonna go with the classic cookie dough." you mutter to yourself before breaking away from him to reach in and grab a small tub of ice cream. just as soon as you set your treat in the cart, chris ran up with a wide smile. "dude, we have to get this! it's the last one on the shelf." he exclaimed excitedly while holding a batman themed lego set, nervously switching from one foot to the other as he waited for your approval to set it down in the cart. matt had a conflicted look on his face as one of his hands mindlessly played with the end of your jacket. just as matt was opening his mouth to say 'no', you interjected with a wide smile and a cheery "of course." making chris throw the set into the cart before jogging away to look at more things he didn't need. "he's gonna go bankrupt if you keep encouraging him." he reprimanded, no malice in his tone while he took over the job of pushing the cart as it started to get too heavy. "oh, shush. you wanted it just as bad."

2:46pm - matt's hand that rested on your thigh reached up to turn down the volume of his music. "sweetheart, can you look up something for us to eat? i'm getting hungry." he asked, his eyes focused on the road as he reached for his phone that rested on the arm rest and handed it to you. you hummed in response before scrolling through various food locations. "can we get red robin? their fries are so good and i'd kill for one of their burgers right now." you asked even as you already started to type in the address. "oh, that'd be so fucking good right now." chris chimed in from the back, his mouth full of potato chips. matt's face scrunched up in slight disgust at the sound of crunching coming from chris. "yeah, that's fine. chris, text nick and ask if he wants anything— and don't get any crumbs on my fucking seats. thanks." matt muttered before resting his hand back on your thigh.

3:33pm - you laid sprawled out on the couch after finishing your meal. a movie you hadn't really been paying attention to played on the tv as you cuddled closer to matt, his hand under your shirt and resting on your stomach. "sleepy?" he quietly asked, his lips resting on the side of your face before pressing gentle pecks across your skin. you only hummed in confirmation, a lazy nod following as you leaned into more of his kisses. "hm, go lay down. i'll clean up and come up in a sec." he dismissed, before gently patting your stomach. you stretched your arms out before walking back to his room, falling on his bed as soon as it was in reach. you could hear him faintly talking to his brother as you didn't close the door all the way. "me and y/n are gonna take a nap. if you need anything, don't ask." you heard matt say as the sound of his voice got closer. you didn't move when you heard the door close behind you, keeping your eyes closed even as you laid sprawled across his entire bed. matt set the multiple water bottles on his nightstand before laying on top of you, laughing at the strained groan you let out. "make room for me and mr. wrinkleton,"

7:22pm - you woke up to the sound of matt's pc turning on. your head lifting up to see him already looking at you with a timid expression. "sorry, baby. i was gonna stream a little with chris. didn't mean to wake you up." he explained apologetically. "its okay." you whispered, knowing you would've woken up sooner or later with the amount him and chris shouted. you stretched before making your way out of the room. "you're leaving?" you heard him ask as soon as you opened his bedroom door. "yeah, i wanna go hang with nick while you stream." you admitted, leaning against his door frame. "oh, okay...gimme a kiss before you go." he said, his head tilted back on his gaming chair, his lips pursed in the air as he waited for you to give him what he wanted. you rolled your eyes playfully before sauntering over to him, resting your hands on the side of his face and tilting his head up before slotting your lips against his. the kiss lingered on longer than you intended as the tip of his nose brushed against your cheek. "love you, pretty." he whispered, dazed as you broke away from the kiss, his eyes going back and forth from your lips and eyes. "i love you more." you replied with a smile before pressing a quick departing peck on his lips and closing the door behind you.

10:01pm - you and nick giggled uncontrollably while filming your 3rd tik tok together that would most likely go straight to his drafts. you rewatched it over and over again, clutching your stomachs and doubling over in laughter as you watched the two of you do stupid stunts. tears forming in your eyes as you both sat on the floor together thinking of the next video you'd film together. there was a soft knock on the door, halting your shenanigans. "what?" nick yelled out before the door opened. it was matt, and his eyes immediately landed on yours, a soft smile tugging at his lips. "you guys wanna come down and play uno with me and chris?" he asked, chris peeking behind his shoulder with his hands clasped together in a pleading manner. "fine, but be prepared to lose." nick answered as all of you started to make your way towards the living room, matt straying behind to hook his arm around your waist.

12:11am - multiple games went by, everyone having their fair share of wins but nick ultimately coming out as the winner. "get your skills up, bitches." being his final statement before he made his way back to his room, his head held high at his victory. the rest of you retreat to your bedrooms, the night starting to feel heavy as you and matt once again retreated back to his room with a handful of snacks in your arms. deciding to continue watching the series you started together, you happily munched on your snacks, adding in your own shared commentary, and rewinded the parts that made you laugh.

3:44am - after a few episodes you transcended into gravity falls, quietly listening as matt told you all of the lore he knew and gushed on about his favorite episodes. seeing you yawn made him realize how late it had gotten, you insisted that you weren't tired, despite your droopy eyes telling a different story. matt didn't press the issue, only smiling when he looks over a few minutes later to see you passed out sleeping. once the episode ended, he wasted no time shutting the tv off and tucking you in, giving you a kiss on the forehead as he cuddled as close to you as he possibly could. "sweet dreams, pretty girl."

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[sparklyskies0]

𝙧𝙤𝙖𝙙 𝙩𝙧𝙞𝙥 ꣑ৎ c.s

pairings: driving!bf!chris x passengerprincess!reader

( 𝙞𝙣 𝙬𝙝𝙞𝙘𝙝 ) after spending a weekend seeing your parents, you and chris are now on the drive back to his place. You couldn’t wait to get back home to have him in your mouth.

warnings/disclaimers: oral!male receiving, blowjob while driving, pet names, car sex, etc.

The drive back home has only been an hour already. You’re restless, only two more hours to go. The weekend with your family was fun and much needed. Nothing but good vibes and the family taste of your mothers cooking. The only problem, was that you were hornier than usual.

You wanted chris—no, needed chris everyday. But you refused to do anything about it because of the family setting. Sleeping in your childhood bed with him was torture, his body pressed against yours driving you crazy. You wanted nothing more than to just tell him to fuck you then and there. And he knew it, he felt the way you would stir purposely to get closer and rub your ass against his bulge. But then again, family setting.

When it was time to leave, you were ecstatic. You enjoyed your time with family but going back to being alone with chris tops all of that. Plus, you had lots of fucking to make up for.

The drive back home is three hours at most. Pure torture. You couldn’t help but stare at chris’s manly hands on the wheel, the way he keeps one hand on it while the other is on your thigh at all times. You fought the urge to close your legs together because of the pulsing sensation. You turned your head, looking out of the window to find something, anything to distract you from how good your boyfriend looks and how bad you want him. Your teeth sunk into your bottom lip, as his hands squeezed your thigh occasionally which is something he does a lot.

Good thing he couldn’t hear your slight moan over the loud music blaring through the car. After a while you couldn’t keep your urges to yourself anymore. ��baby?” you speak. so soft that at first he couldn’t hear you, so focused on the road and the lil skies song that was playing. You repeated yourself, a little louder.

He snapped his head to you briefly, before returning his eyes in front of him. “yea? what’s up ma?” he reaches to turn the music down slightly. “i want you.” you place your hand on his leg. Dangerously close to his crotch. He double takes, “huh?” he asks, his brows furrowing a little in confusion. But he heard you, he just wanted to hear you say it again. Maybe beg a little.

“i said i want you, this whole trip i’ve been horny as fuck” you say, being completely honest. Though it wasn’t necessary. Because he knew, he always does. “oh yea?” he says, a small smirk forming on his face that’s glowing in the moonlight.

“yes. you haven’t noticed?” you say, some sort of shock in your voice. You didn’t think you were being subtle at all. You could’ve sworn chris could sense when he needs to fuck you almost immediately just by looking at you. “no i definitely have.” he chuckles

“when i came out the shower the other day you fucking moaned babe” he accuses. which is very true. you thought it was in your head but it was out loud. “what do you need, princess? i got you when we get home” he asks

Your hand inches closer. Teasing him slightly. He looks down at your wandering hand and bites his lip. “what’re you doin?..” his voice is low. “i can’t wait till we get home…” you say softly, your voice laced with need and desire.

your hand finally makes its way to his now hardened cock. His bulge visible through his jeans. You run your hand over it teasingly. He hisses. His posture straightening. “ma, not right now.. i’m driving” he mumbles, almost like he didn’t want you to hear him.

“i don’t care..” you breathe out, now adjusting your position to fully face him. Your hand makes its way to his belt, unbuckling it. Chris bites his lip. His heart pounding out of his chest.

Almost as if the universe answered him, he comes to a red light. He stops. Almost immediately beginning to assist you in undressing him. He lifts his hips up, as you pull his pants along with his underwear down to his ankles. he settles back in his seat. You take his throbbing cock in your hand, his precum glistening around his pink tip.

“mm look at you, y’wanted this too, huh?” you moan softly, palming his cock. He lets out a strained moan. “shit..”

You teasingly kitten lick his tip, cleaning up all the precum before taking him deep into your mouth. He lets out a strong moan. When the light turns green he curses.

he begins driving again, struggling to keep his composure as you don’t stop. Your head bobbing up and down and getting faster every second. “fuck-baby” he moans

You hum around him, sending vibrations through his large member. His breath is shaky, he places two hands on the wheel just in case, he grips it.

Your hand strokes him as you move up and down. The sounds of his wet cock filling the car along with his moans and the low music. You release him with a pop sound. Catching your breath. “ohh fuck..” you continue to stroke him. looking up at him for some sexy eye contact only to see that his face is contorted with pleasure as he focused on the road.

That was enough for you. “mm, like that baby?” you say your last words before taking him in your mouth again. He gasps slightly. “fuckk,.. s’good” he mutters, throwing his head back but quickly snapping back up as he remembers he is driving.

He keeps one hand on the steering wheel, his other placing on your head to force you to take him deeper. You feel him touch the back of your throat, gagging slightly. But you don’t stop. Your pace quickening. He attacks your throat repeatedly with his cock. You can tell he’s close by how he throbs and twitches in your mouth.

You lift your head up, for another breath. “mm so close baby.. you gonna cum? gonna cum in my mouth?…” you egg him on. “give it to me.” You encourage

His moans get louder, his stomach sinking in as he nears his release. His vision going blurry slightly “oh god oh god oh god” he repeats. In pleasure and panic.

Your bring your free hand to squeeze his balls, causing him to tense up more. Your eyes watering as you deepthroat him violently. You slow down when you feel him twitch, now going from sloppy and fast to sensual. You go faster when his hips buck up to thrust in your mouth. Signaling for you not to stop what you were doing.

“ohh fuck ma don’t stoppp, shiiiittt” he lets out a loud guttural groan. Stilling inside your mouth as his cock shoots his warm load down your throat. Filling your mouth completely.

He empties himself inside, his body twitching with aftershocks. You take him out of your mouth, emphasizing the pop. You swallow, looking up at him. His cum spilling out from the sides of your mouth. You lick your lips. You use your tongue and mouth to clean off his cock, he whimpers at the stimulation.

“fuck…” he pants out when you sit straight up again in the passenger seat. Wiping your mouth with the back of your hand.

He glances at you. “better?” he speaks “think you can behave for the rest of the ride now?”

You smile, triumphantly.

ᥫ᭡ Authors Note

woke up, saw chris’s post

and started creaming. 🤷🏾‍♀️

[byechristopher]

Quiet.

– MATT STURNIOLO SMUT.

Author's note: Y'ALL. Shout-out to my Matt girls. This is my first Matt fic ever. I love everything about this fic – I love when women get ready when their crush MIGHT be there, I fucking love petnames and I feel like Matt definitely uses a lot too, I love movie nights and Matt would definitely finger his girl under the covers, I love dom but gentle Matt. I love it. Bye. Do not copy/steal my work. :)

Warnings: long and filthy smut. Minors dni! Semi-public?, fingering, petnames, dom!Matt. Didn't proofread!

"So, can you swing by?" I hear my friend's voice through the phone.

"Absolutely. Heading to the market in a bit, grabbing some beers, and I'll be at your place by 9PM. Sound good?" I reply, rummaging through every drawer to find my wallet.

"Perfect, babes. See you there!" she says. After exchanging greetings, I hang up, sliding my phone into the back pocket of my pants.

Considering Matthew freaking Sturniolo will be there, I'm already dressed with makeup on, not wanting to waste a single second; I aim to be there ASAP.

Not that I'm trying to impress Matt (yes I am), but there's been a thing between us (I refuse to call it a "situationship") since we all started hanging out. I've been part of that friend group for nearly two years now, and from the moment I joined, Matt started being quite flirty. And ever since then, we just casually flirt, make-out, have sex.. very casual.

Now, after a few weeks of not seeing each other (though we talk on the phone almost daily), I want to be my best self. I've done my skincare, enjoyed a three-hour-long bath, styled my hair in loose curls, put on comfy clothes – the whole shebang. If I've done this for nothing, I'll scream. Internally.

None of this matters now, because I am outside my friend's apartment, clutching the paper bag of beers in one hand and my scarf in the other one. I knock on the door, patiently waiting but instead of my friend, of course it's Matt who opens it, dressed in his signature black hoodie, black jeans, his usual chain dangling around his neck and his usual rings decorating his fingers. He looks.. delicious.

"Didn't expect me to open the door." it's more of a statement than a question, so I smile and nod.

"Not really, no." I chuckle, not moving an inch.

"You told me you'd be here by 9. So I'm here." he says with that captivating voice, taking a step closer, slowly pulling the door handle without closing it.

Cupping my cheek, he moves in, rubbing my bottom lip with his thumb, gently 1smudging my lipgloss before leaning in for a kiss. I release my scarf to grab his free hand, tugging on his fingertips as I reciprocate the kiss.

"You look pretty." he whispers against my lips and I smile.

Before entering, I pause him, rubbing his lips with my thumb to remove my lipgloss from them. Chuckling at his knowing stare, I say, "come on, let's go!" gently pushing him inside.

God help me, he smells amazing.

After greeting everyone and putting the beers inside the fridge, I take off my scarf and my coat, heading to the kitchen again so I can help with the snacks and the beers.

"Guys, I'm sorry in advance but you're probably going to freeze your ass off. Something's wrong with the heating so I'll just give y'all a ton of blankets." our friend apologises but we all brush it off.

"Bitch, we used to hang out in dark alleys in WINTER when we were younger, literally shut up. We can take it." another friend says, rolling her eyes and I laugh. We are all living the same lives, it seems.

After deciding which movie we will watch, with the snacks and the drinks on the table and the blankets ready to provide us with warmth, we were finally ready. I did have my eye on Matt so of course, when he patted the spot next to him on the small settee while looking at me with a smile, I almost ran to make sure I secure my place next to him.

The movie has started already, Matt is sitting next to me and we have two blankets covering us – his hand is on my thigh and my thigh is over his leg. His thumb is rubbing my leg through my pants and it's much more distracting than I could ever imagine. I do make sure to curl up against his side and he smiles, making sure the blankets are covering me properly.

Not even fifteen minutes have passed and I already feel the need to pee; that goddamn wine. I excuse myself and practically run to the bathroom, only to come back a few minutes later to see Matt almost laying on that settee. All the lights are closed but I know he can kind of see my reflection because of the big TV screen, so he can see the question marks all over my face – where the hell am I gonna seat?

He smiles and he pushes the blankets to the side, sitting up a bit and spreading his legs so I can sit in between them.

Well, fuck.

Sitting down in between his legs, I grab his thighs to support myself and make sure my whole back is pressed against him, leaning back to practically lay on his chest. I pull the blankets over us and he pecks the top of my head, almost as if it was a reward.

Seeing where all of this is going, I thank whoever is up there because our friends are quite far from us, all fully facing the TV. Matt quickly wraps his arms around my waist, resting them on my belly and I can feel how cold his hands are even through my shirt. Minutes go by and I can feel Matt playing with my shirt, his cold fingertips already touching my bare skin, raising goosebumps on it. He drags his short fingernails up and down my sides, making me smile because he knows I like that.

His hands slowly drag themselves up, pulling my shirt over my chest, my breasts now free, "love when you're not wearing a bra." he whispers in my ear and I chuckle.

My hands are on his knees and his hands are on my breasts, cupping them and caressing them, pressing small kiss on my neck, "you smell amazing.." he whispers, "do you think you can be quiet for me, pretty?" he pecks the tip of my ear.

"Yes, Matt.." I whisper back, getting comfortable on his chest, still pretending to watch that movie.

His hands are massaging my breasts, rubbing and pinching my nipples with his long fingers, tugging on them every now and then – it is hard to keep quiet but I've done this many times, I'm sure I can handle it.

Sitting with bent knees now, he hums, pressing another rewarding kiss on the top of my head, "keep playing with your tits for me, hm? I'm gonna take care of you." he whispers and I want to moan just by the words he says.

I nod and cup my breasts instead, massaging them gently as I feel his hands moving down to my thighs – he massages them and spreads my legs open gently, placing his legs on my feet to keep my legs in place. I feel his fingertips hooking around the waistband of my pants and panties, gently pulling them down as I slowly raise my hips to make it easier for him.

"You have to be very quiet now, okay?" he says and I immediately nod, desperately needing him to touch me there, "tease your nipples. I want to see you struggling." he chuckles, keeping me close to him.

I gently hit his leg and he can't help but laugh – I keep teasing my nipples, just like he ordered, keeping my eyes to the television even though I can feel his fingers dangerously close to where I need him the most. Finally, one of his fingers gently touch my clit, rubbing in circle motions as his breath fans over my ear together with the softest moans. I can feel him dragging his finger down, only to chuckle at how wet it is down there – I almost whine.

"God, I wanna taste you. You're so wet." he whispers and circles my entrance, collecting my juices and focusing back on my clit.

"Matty.. please.." I whisper back, my hands now leaving my sensitive breasts, grabbing his thighs instead.

"Please what, sweetheart?" he says and gently slaps my pussy, making me gasp softly.

I couldn't speak – all I can think about is his fingers inside of me. But I feel like if I open my mouth now, I won't be able to keep my moans in. I buck my hips, needing to feel more pressure on my clit but he's having none of it. He pushes my hips down and flicks my clit in the softest way possible, which makes me want to cry.

"You know how it goes. Use your words." he uses two other fingers to spread my pussy, making it easier for him to rub my clit with his middle finger.

"Please.. Matty.. I need.. your fingers inside of me.." I beg between shaky breaths, trying to be as quiet as possible.

"See?" he kisses the side of my head, "there's my good girl." he says and just by that, I almost lose it. But then he finally pushes a finger inside of me and I have to cover my mouth with the blankets.

His middle finger pushes in and out of my wetness and I squeeze my eyes shut, really trying not to let out the moans that have been threatening to come out this whole time. His other arm is wrapped around me, keeping me in place as he rubs my clit and fingers me at the same time with his other hand.

"I'm going to add another finger, baby. I need you to keep that pretty mouth closed, yeah?" he warns – the hand that was gripping my waist is now keeping my mouth closed, I nod anyway.

He slowly takes his finger out and instead, he rubs my entrance with two fingers. He gently pushes and I wince softly in his hand, "you can take it, baby, shhh." he whispers and I really need to fucking moan now. He finally pushes both of his fingers inside of me and I want to cry from how good it feels. My nails dig into his thighs and luckily (for him), he's wearing jeans otherwise it would definitely leave a mark.

He starts moving them in and out, slowly, still covering my mouth under the blankets with his other hand as his lips move to my neck. He starts sucking on the skin, licking it and biting it as he pushes his fingers inside till he's knuckles-deep.

"I wish I could kiss you right now – the way you would moan into my mouth trying to kiss back, turns me on." he takes my earlobe in between his lips, gently sucking on it.

His fingers start moving at a much faster pace and I'm sure that if the TV wasn't this loud, everyone would hear the noises my pussy makes from how wet he made me. He curls his fingers inside of me and I close my eyes, really struggling to keep my mouth closed now, "pretty girl. Do you think you can take a third finger?"

I wrap my fingers around his wrist and slowly move his hand away from my mouth, letting him know I have my moans a little bit under control now (not even close), "please, Matt.. I need it.." I whisper, my voice is trembling. Still, I grab his free hand and pull it closer to me, taking a finger into my mouth and I can feel his bulge against my back.

"Darling, don't do that.." he warns, "or I'll have to fuck you in front of everyone." he whispers and bites my neck.

Finally, he's pushing a third finger inside and I really need to cry. He's finger-fucking me at a fast pace, he's being rough but gentle at the same time, it's overwhelming, "touch yourself, baby. And don't stop."

I quickly move my free hand, rubbing my own clit gently as he fucks me with force – I am so close and he knows it, I can feel myself clenching around his fingers.

"Matty.. Matt.. fuck, I'm – please.." I am almost completely under the covers because I can try to keep my moans in, but my expression definitely cannot be hidden.

"Are you going to cum for me, baby? Come on. Come on my fingers." he's so gentle when he speaks but his fingers are merciless, and that contrast is what drives me over the edge.

"That's it, baby.. that's it." he whispers and I finally cum, trembling a little but I try not to make it so obvious.

He takes his fingers out slowly, caressing my legs in order for me to calm down before he brings them close to his mouth, licking them clean, "when this movie is over, you're leaving with me. I'm eating you out in my car."

He drives me crazy.

[prettyl3af]

GIVING DEALER!CHRIS ROAD HEAD

“fuck baby, you’re so good at that.”

first fic! hope you like it <3

it was a rare occasion for chris to bring you a long on deals with him. he always claimed that he doesn’t feel safe bringing you along in case the deal goes wrong. he also hated when his customers would hit on you. he is very possessive over you.

but here you were on a deal with him. you and him just got done getting food and he had to run a few deals. you had asked him if you could go with him. you might’ve bribed him with head though.

as much as he would deny it he loves having you here with him on deals. and who was he to turn down head? maybe he loved when you had your mouth stuffed full of his cock or he just enjoyed your presence. or both.

you and chris have been seeing each other for a while now. you weren’t official but you were exclusive. he was your dealer and he thought you were very attractive. he would constantly give you good deals and discounts. you started after you let him come smoke with you one night.

one minute you were listening to music with his hand on your thigh then you were leaned over the console hovering your mouth over his cock.

he took you up on that head offer quickly. he had his pants pulled down and he let his cock spring out. “cmere pretty.” he said.

giving him head while driving was one of your favorite things to do. you loved the thrill of it. the chance of being seen by others drive you gave you such a fuzzy feeling.

you leaned down, taking his cock into your mouth. you swirled your tongue around the tip before taking him deeper. you loved the way he tasted, the way he felt in your mouth.

your hand wrapped around what you couldn't fit in your mouth, stroking him in time with your movements. you could feel him throbbing against your tongue.

chris had one hand on the wheel and the other tangled in your hair. he would guide your head up and down on his cock, groaning softly as you took him deeper. “fuck baby, you're so good at that.”

you hummed around him, making him grip your hair tighter. you loved when he got rough with you. the way he would pull your hair and thrust up into your mouth made you wet.

you could tell he was getting close by the way his thighs tensed up and his breathing got heavier. “gonna cum soon baby, you gonna swallow it all for me?”

you nodded as best you could with his cock in your mouth, picking up the pace. you wanted to taste him, wanted to feel him pulse on your tongue.

with a few more bobs of your head, chris was cumming down your throat with a loud groan. you swallowed every drop, making sure to clean him up with your tongue.

“fuck baby, that was amazing.” he panted, tucking himself back into his pants. “you're so good to me.”

you sat back up in your seat, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand. “anything for you.” you said softly.

“we're not done yet baby.”he smirked, pulling into an empty parking lot. he parked the car in a secluded spot away from any street lights.

“get in the back.” he commanded, already unbuckling his seatbelt. you quickly climbed into the backseat, chris following right behind you.

he pulled you into his lap as soon as he got settled, his hands finding their way to your hips. “you've been such a good girl for me today.”he whispered against your neck.

“gonna give my pretty girl a treat for treating me so good.” he said as he was kissing on you.

[bobawitch]

Sweater Weather | M.S.

summary: reader makes a crochet sweater for her boyfriend matt. she later sees him wearing it in their next podcast

pairing: matt x fem!reader

a/n: tbh i dont love this fic but i hope yall like it. a nick fic and a chris fic as well as a new chapter of lets trip are on their way so be on the lookout.

wc: 878

cw: fluff, that should be it

Matt had been your boyfriend for almost 2 years by now. You had been in plenty of videos and even a few podcasts and for the most part the fans really loved you. That had been a huge concern for you and Matt, so when the fans had an uproar of support and love you found yourself feeling much more comfortable.

On that specific day you had been crocheting while watching some of the triplets videos along with some of Larray’s. You had wanted to make Matt a sweater ever since you started crocheting but you had kept this little project a secret. Your phone began to ring and you looked down to see a facetime from Matt. Immediately you grabbed your phone and picked up, smiling at Matt’s face. “Hey baby” You smiled and waved at Matt through the phone, setting it up so he could only see your face. “Hi love, how’s your day been?” You continued to crochet the last few rows of the sweater, smiling down at your work. “Good, we just got done filming for Friday. How has yours been?”  You shrugged and began folding the sweater. It wasn’t the best work but it looked good enough that you didn’t feel the need to remake it. It was blue and white and black, it was fluffy and had some skulls and hearts on it. “Good, I’ve been working on a little something for you actually.” Matt’s eyes grew wide and he made a small o with his mouth before smiling.” “Can I see??” You grinned and shook your head. “No but you can come over and I’ll give it to you.” Matt fake pouted before you heard some rustling. Soon after you hear a few keys jingling. “I’ll be over in 10.” You nodded, biting your thumb nail with a smile. “Ok, see you soon.” The call hung up shortly after and you turned off the TV before properly folding up the sweater and putting it in an old present bag. 

After a few more minutes you hear your front door open and you walk around the corner to find Matt. You immediately give him a hug, burying your face in his chest. “Hey love, you miss me?” Matt chuckled through his question since you hugged him so harshly. You mumbled and nodded, smiling and looking up at him. “Yeah.” He smiled down at you before pressing a kiss to your forehead. “You wanna see your gift?” Matt eagerly nodded before letting you go. You grabbed his hand before leading him into your living room. You grabbed the little bag and handed it to him, smiling and watching him open the gift. He pulled the pale blue sweater from the bag and a big smile crossed his lips as he examined it. “Oh my god, did you make this?” You nodded with a sheepish grin across your face. “Oh my god, Y/N! I love it!” Your cheeks became warm and you moved to hug Matt who enveloped you quickly. He hugged you tight around the waist and picked you up, spinning you in a circle before kissing you. You kissed back, your hands finding their way in his messy hair. Soon you pulled away and smiled at the boy. Your forehead rested against his as you both caught your breath. "Are you gonna wear it all the time?" You asked, knowing your question came from a teasing place. Matt grinned wide, finally setting you down and allowing his hands to rest lazily on your hips. "Of course I am. I'm tempted to never take it off, baby." Your cheeks tinted pink at his reply, mainly because you knew he was dead serious. Your own lips curled into a smile as you wrapped your arms around his waist in a tight hug.

About 5 days later you got the notification that Matt and his brothers had posted their weekly podcast. You of course planned to watch it but as you went to click on the video you noticed what Matt was wearing in the thumbnail. It was the sweater you had made him. You smiled to yourself, biting the top of your thumb nail before pressing play on the video. You finished the video and started scrolling through the comments, a few were about Matt’s outfit which made you grin from ear to ear. As you basked in the glory of having both Matt and his fairly harsh fans like your sweater, your phone began to ring. It was a facetime from Matt. You picked up and smiled, “I liked your outfit in the podcast baby.” Matt grinned and moved the camera to show that he was still wearing it. “When did you guys film that podcast?” “Oh like, the day after you gave it to me.” You smiled, nodding in a sudden understanding. “Well I’m glad you like it.” Matt smiled, bringing his phone closer to him, as if he could hug you through the screen. “I love it baby, thank you so much for making it for me.” Your cheeks became warm as you mimicked his movements, holding the phone close to you. “I love you Matt.” You said, your voice barely above a whisper. “I love you too Y/N.” 

[whiteferraristurns]

𝒲𝒜ℛ𝒩ℐ𝒩𝒢𝒮! Implied smut, no actual sex. She/her pronouns. Frat boy Chris x “party girl” reader.

🐻ྀིྀི - I have a love hate relationship with this.

𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐬, 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞�� 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐬𝐨 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐬ღ

The music pulsed through the packed fraternity house, reverberating in Chris’s chest as he leaned against the kitchen counter, red solo cup in hand. The air was heavy with the scent of cheap beer, sweat, and cologne, but none of it fazed him. This was his domain.

“Yo, Chris, have you seen her yet?” Nick asked, nudging him with his elbow. Chris smirked, shaking his head. “Not yet, but I’m sure I’ll know the second she walks in.” You were infamous at these parties, a force of chaos wrapped in the body of a goddess. You had a way of making the whole room tilt in your favor, guys and girls alike stumbling over themselves to bask in your orbit.

As if summoned by thought alone, the front door swung open, and there you were. You strutted in like you owned the place, your crop top clinging to you in all the right places and your ripped jeans showing just enough to keep people guessing. Your hair cascaded down your back, and your plump red lips curved into a dangerous smile.

Chris straightened, tossing his cup into the trash. “There she is,” he muttered, more to himself than anyone else. Your eyes scanned the room, a predator looking for your prey. When your gaze landed on Chris, your smirk deepened. Without missing a beat, you sauntered toward him, your hips swaying to the beat of the music.

“Chris,” you purred, stopping just close enough to make his heart race. “Fancy seeing you here.”

“You’re at my house, pretty,” he replied, leaning in. “You expected me not to show up to my own party?” You chuckled, the sound low and sultry. “Touché.”

Your conversations were always like this—sharp and layered with tension that neither of you dared to break. But tonight, there was an edge to your demeanor, a challenge in your eyes that made Chris’s pulse quicken.

“You dancing tonight, or are you just here to tease me?” he asked, his tone light but his gaze serious. You tilted your head, pretending to consider. “Maybe both,” you replied before grabbing his hand and pulling him toward the makeshift dance floor in the living room.

The crowd parted for you like water, and soon you were in the center of the chaos. You turned to face Chris, your movements fluid as you matched the beat of the music. You danced like you didn’t care who was watching, but Chris knew better. Every sway of your hips, every flick of your hair—it was all intentional, all meant to drive him insane. And it was working.

Chris stepped closer, his hands hovering near your waist but not quite touching. He wasn’t stupid enough to think he could control you. You weren't the type to be claimed.

“You’re gonna kill me, you know that?” he murmured, his voice low enough for only you to hear.

You grinned, your lips dangerously close to his ear. “You’re not dying yet, frat boy.”

The song shifted, the bassline deepening, and You turned around, pressing your back against Chris’s chest. He hesitated for half a second before his hands found your hips, gripping you firmly but not possessively.

You moved together like you’d done this a thousand times before, the chemistry between you crackling like static electricity. Chris couldn’t focus on anything else—not the crowd around you two, not the music, not even the fact that you two were putting on a show for half the house.

All he could think about was you.

When the song ended, you spun around, your cheeks flushed and your eyes gleaming. “Not bad,” you teased, brushing a strand of hair out of your face.

“You don’t make it easy,” he shot back, his voice hoarse.

Before he could say more, you grabbed his hand and started pulling him toward the stairs.

“Wait what about—”

“Don’t tell ‘em,” you interrupted, flashing him a mischievous smile. “Unless you’re chicken.”

Chris didn’t have a chance to reply before pulled him up the stairs, the door of his room slamming shut behind you fading the party. 

You leaned against it, your eyes locked on his as you bit your bottom lip, a coy smile tugging at the corners. The air between you crackled with tension, the kind that had been building for weeks, maybe months.

Chris stood near the edge of his bed, his heart racing. He could hear the muffled bassline from downstairs, but it felt like it belonged to another world. This moment, this room-it was just you two.

You pushed off the door and slowly walked toward him, your shoes clicking softly against the wooden floor. When you stopped in front of him, you tilted your head, your expression daring yet soft.

"Are you scared of me, Chris?" you teased, your voice low, almost a whisper. Chris huffed a laugh, his smirk barely masking the way his pulse thundered in his ears. "Should I be?"

You didn't answer. Instead, you reached out, your fingers grazing the hem of his shirt. You looked up at him through your lashes, your lips parting slightly as you tugged at the fabric.

Chris swallowed hard. "You're playing with fire ma."

You raised a brow. "Maybe I like the burn it gives.”

That was all it took to break his restraint. Chris grabbed you by the waist, pulling you flush against him. Your breath hitched, and for a split second, you just stared at each other, your noses nearly touching.

Then you kissed him.

It wasn't soft or hesitant; it was fierce, full of all the teasing and tension that had been simmering between you. Your hands slid up his chest, tangling in his hair, while he gripped your hips, anchoring you to him as if he was afraid you'd slip away.

"Ma," he muttered against your lips, his voice gravelly.

"What?" you murmured, kissing him again, deeper this time. Chris pulled back just enough to meet your gaze, his hands still firmly on your waist. "If we do this... it's not just some game for me."

Your expression faltered for a moment, your eyes flickering with something unreadable. But then you smiled, softer this time.

"Good," you whispered. "Because it's not for me either."

His lips found yours again, and this time, it was slower, more deliberate.

Chris guided you back until your knees hit the edge of the bed. You laughed softly as you fell onto the mattress, pulling him down with you. You moved together in perfect sync, every touch, every kiss igniting something deeper. Your laughter mixed with Chris's low murmurs, the weight of your usual banter replaced by something infinitely more intimate.

The mattress dipped under Chris's weight as he hovered over you, his hands pressing into the bed on either side of your head. Your hair fanned out against the pillow like a halo, but the mischievous glint in your eyes was anything but angelic.

"You're staring," you teased, your voice softer now, almost breathless. Your fingers toyed with the chain around his neck, tugging him closer.

"Can you blame me?" he shot back, his tone low as he leaned down until your noses brushed.

Your lips curved into a smirk, but there was a flicker of something deeper in your gaze-something Chris hadn't seen in you before.

Vulnerability. He didn't comment on it, didn't call you out. Instead, he closed the distance, his lips meeting yours with a mix of heat and tenderness. You sighed into the kiss, your hands sliding down his chest and under the hem of his shirt. Your nails grazed his skin, sending shivers down his spine. "Off," you murmured, tugging at the fabric.

Chris chuckled, sitting back just long enough to strip off his shirt, revealing the lean muscles you'd only caught glimpses of before. Your gaze lingered, and for once, you didn't have a snarky remark ready.

"What?" he asked, cocking an eyebrow. "Nothing," you replied, your voice quieter now. You sat up slightly, your hands tracing the lines of his chest.

"Just didn't expect you to look this good." He laughed, the sound low and rich, before pulling you back down beneath him. "I could say the same about you," he murmured, his lips brushing your jaw, your neck, every spot that made you shiver beneath him.

You felt yourself slipping with every touch, every kiss. You'd built your reputation on being untouchable, unbothered, but Chris was different. He wasn't trying to win you over with fake charm or empty promises. He wasn't trying to tame you. He just wanted you.

As sweet as it was it scared you

"Chris," you whispered, your fingers curling into the sheets.

He paused, pulling back to look at you. His brow furrowed, and the intensity in his eyes softened.

"What is it?"

You hesitated, chewing on your bottom lip—a rare moment of hesitation for you. "This... This doesn't mean anything, right? Like, we're just..."

Chris's jaw tightened, and for a second, you thought he might pull away. But then he leaned down, brushing his lips against yours in a kiss that was gentler than any you’d share so far. 

"It doesn't have to mean anything tonight," he said quietly, his voice steady. "But don't pretend it's not there. You feel it just as much as I do."

Your breath caught, and for the first time in a long time, you didn't have a witty comeback. You just nodded, pulling him closer again, letting the conversation fade into the background as you lost yourselves in each other. 

🧸ྀིྀི

The morning light filtered through the blinds in Chris’s room, casting soft rays over the tangled sheets and clothes strewn across the floor. Chris stirred awake, his head pounding faintly from the aftermath of the party, but it wasn’t the hangover that made his heart race.

It was you.

you laid beside him, one arm draped over your head and your lips slightly parted in sleep. Your hair fanned out across the pillow, and the faint remnants of last night’s lipstick still stained your mouth. You looked peaceful, almost angelic—nothing like the wild, chaotic force you were downstairs just hours ago.

Chris leaned back against the headboard, running a hand through his messy hair. What the hell did he get himself into? Last night was a blur of heat and tension, but it was crystal clear how you ended up here. You had a way of drawing him in, of making him forget everything else. And now, in the quiet of the morning, reality started creeping in.

“You’re staring again,” you muttered, your voice raspy with sleep. You didn’t even open your eyes, but a smirk tugged at the corner of your lips. Chris chuckled, leaning forward. “Hard not to when you look like that.”

Your eyes fluttered open, and you turned to face him, propping yourself up on one elbow. “Careful, Christopher. Compliments like that might make me think you’re catching feelings.”

Chris raised an eyebrow, smirking. “And what if I am?” you froze for a split second before laughing it off, the sound light but guarded. “Don’t make this complicated, Chris,” you said, sitting up and pulling the sheet around you. “Last night was fun, but you know how I am.”

Chris sighed, scrubbing a hand over his face. “Yeah, I know. But maybe I’m tired of this back-and-forth. Maybe I want more than just—”

“Stop,” you cut him off, your tone sharper than he expected. Your eyes softened as you looked at him, but there was a wall there, one he couldn’t push through. “This isn’t… I’m not the kind of girl who does ‘more.’ You know that.” Chris clenched his jaw, biting back the words he wanted to say. He knew your reputation, knew how you kept people at arm’s length, but last night felt different.

You swung your legs over the edge of the bed, standing up and searching for your clothes. “You’re a good guy, Chris,” you said, your voice softer now. “But you deserve someone who can give you what you want. And that’s not me.”

You found your jeans and slid them on, your movements quick and efficient like you were trying to get out before you could change your mind. Chris sat there, watching you, his chest tight.

“Don’t leave,” he called, his voice low.

You paused, your hand on the doorknob, but you didn’t turn around.

“You keep running from everyone, but one day you’re gonna realize you’re only hurting yourself,” he said, his tone both frustrated and resigned.

For a moment, the room was silent except for the faint hum of the world waking up outside. Then you turned your head slightly, just enough for him to see the flicker of pain in your eyes.

“Maybe..” you whispered “I’ll see you ‘round Chris.” You sighed slipping out the door.

Chris stared at the empty doorway, his chest heavy with everything unsaid. He could still smell your perfume lingering in the air, a bittersweet reminder of what he couldn’t have.

Soon enough his phone buzzed. Don’t tell anyone about last night.

He stared at the message, a bitter smile tugging at his lips. I won’t. But you can’t keep running forever.

There was no reply, and Chris didn’t expect one. You were a storm—beautiful, wild, and impossible to hold onto. And even though he knew you’d probably blow through his life just as quickly as you entered it, he wasn’t sure he’d ever stop chasing you.

TAGS ʚ♡ɞ @sturniqloo @themotherofmattschildren @chrislilcumslvt @strnilolover @aymeesblog @il0vecatzzz @chrissturnioloslvt @mattsfavginger @heartz4matt @starfuckoff

[darling-sometimes-i-wonder]

idk if this makes sense bc they’re triplets BUT

Matt

has oldest child energy

Nick

fs has middle child energy

& Chris

DAMN SURE has youngest child energy

and i stand by this

[stvrlighht]

help im still at the restaurant

[trevorsgodmother]

☞ Fluff= ☁️. Angst=🌧. Smut=🌪

CHRIS: Fics; ☞ A rough start ☁️ ☞ Claiming 🌪- pt.1 , pt.2 ☞ Driver's License ☁︎/🌪 Blurbs; ☞ [BSFB!CHRIS] X READER 🌪 Series; ☞ I still dream of her...🌧

Triplets: AUs; ☞ Coming soon...

All dividers by @stvrnzcherries

[l0vely-sturniolo]

can u pls do a fluffy one shot where matt or chris (ur choice <3) are streaming and y/n is bored and wants attention, so she sits in his lap while he streams.

ATTENTION

chris sturniolo x reader

summary: read above

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i was currently at my boyfriends house, laying in his bed watching tiktok while he streamed fortnite with his brothers. it had been about an hour so far, and he was too involved in the game that it felt like he forgot i was there, but i didn’t mind it. he was enjoying himself and i was comfortable.

after about another 30 minutes, i finally caved, wanting attention from chris. “chrissss,” i called out, and he took one side of his headphones off. “what’s up ma?” he asked. “i want attention,” i playfully complained, giggling a little.

“one more game baby, then i’m all yours,” he said. “okay,” i said, not believing him. i’ve heard that one plenty of times. his current game ended, and they started a new one, so i was waiting to see if he’d actually get off after this one ended.

after about 15 minutes, the ended, and he turned around to look at me, “one more game ma i promise.. we were so close to winning that one,” he said. i just got up, and walked over to him, and he opened his arms and i sat on his lap, wrapping my arms and legs around him.

“this is fine, play as much as you want, i just wanted you, and attention,” i said into his shoulder. “are you sure? i can get off and give you even more,” he kissed my forehead. “no, this is okay,” i smiled, laying my head in the crook of his neck, giving his neck a small peck.

“chat is going crazy over this by the way,” he whispered in my ear, causing me to giggle. “sorry chat, just wanted my boyfriends attention,” i giggled again, laying back in the crook of his neck. “and attention she shall receive,” chris said, kissing all over the side of my face that he could reach.

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idk if i like this one sorry if it’s bad 😅

tags:

@stayingstromboli

[kiemiu]

dating skater!chris | ( fem!reader ) fluff + soft hours. established relationship headcanons + scenarios wc 1.1k (library) + (request)

skater!chris who invites you to the skatepark to show off his impressive moves. first thing he wanted to do was show his skills off to you. he wanted you to fawn over how cool he looked and brag to your friends about how awesome he was. his daydream was, sadly, short-lived. his nerves became so shot that he was unable to land any of the tricks he had practiced hours before your date. he was disappointed in himself, not to mention embarrassed. but once you reassured him and called him 'cute' for trying to impress you, he was a goner. in that moment he told himself he'd fail all of his stunts if it meant you'd call him cute again.

skater!chris who ultimately falls trying to impress you by attempting a difficult stunt. after awhile, chris's nerves aren't as shot around you anymore and he's able to land his regular stunts. he still does become a bit too cocky and tries to bite off more than he can chew by doing difficult moves he's only ever seen professionals like tony hawk pull off. after a particularly rough landing, you'll rush to his aid with your book bag that you thankfully had stocked with first aid supplies. disinfecting his cuts, and even giving them a light kiss after applying your disney princess band-aids. he swears that you have magical kisses and sometimes fakes injuries so you'll give him one of your healing kisses. you always give in, even when you don't see any hints of an injury.

skater!chris who teaches you how to skate. he'll stand in front of you and hold a firm grip on your waist as he gently guides you up and down hills and sharp corners. at some point he'll start teaching you to push off on your own without his help and he'll become so proud when you start to skate around comfortably without his help.

skater!chris who has your initials carved into his skate board. when applying his new grip tape to his board, he used a razor blade to carve out your initials including his in a heart that remains in the middle of his board. he actually thought of the idea after your second date together. and now, everytime the grip tape wears off and is no longer of use, he scraps off the old design and replaces it with a new one and repeats the same ritual by carving out your initials into his board.

skater!chris who buys you your own skateboard. after expressing your want to skate with him, chris wastes no time in getting you a board. he goes to a local skate shop and customizes your board himself, picking out all of the tools needed to assemble a skateboard such as the wheels, the board, the grip tape, and even the deck rails. he triple checks the picture he took of your shoes to make sure he gets a skateboard you can ride comfortably on, not too big or too small. and when he gets home, he wraps it up like a christmas gift, giddy at the thought of how surprised you'll be, seeing your own personalized skateboard.

skater!chris who tries to catch you before you fall. after awhile, chris starts to teach you some tricks like simply jumping while being on the board and how not to fall on your face when there's a curb nearby. even with the easy moves you still sometimes have a misstep and come close to face-planting. chris is always close-by to stop that from happening and usually pulls you towards him before you can meet the concrete. but with as clumsy as chris is, he'll still end up falling, but the outcome is worth it to him, as you end up with no scratches or bruises from using him as a cushion.

skater!chris who treats your wounds just like you take care of his. whenever you do have a harsh landing and chris isn't there to protect you, he'll be the one to treat your wounds for you. he'll hum the doc mcstuffins theme song while applying your cute band-aids and even kiss your injury, just like you do with his. most of the time he forgets to disinfect the area though and you'll have to clean your cuts and reapply your band-aids once you get home.

skater!chris who doesn't ride the skateboard you bought him for his birthday. on his 21st birthday, you gifted him a specialized skateboard that took weeks leading up to his special day to customize. it was dosed in his favorite colors, and had graffiti tags all on it that had hints of his brothers as well as a small part of you in it. he cried when he first saw it and immediately took on the responsibility of caring for that skateboard as if it was his one and only child. he doesn't let anyone touch it, not even you despite the fact you gifted it to him. it remains hung up over his bed on his bedroom wall and to this day he still claims it as one of his most prized possessions.

skater!chris who says 'this is for you' before landing a kickflip. he'll point directly at you and make eye contact as he screams that phrase out at the top of his lungs before jumping off of an elevated layer of cement. once he lands, he throws his arms in the air and skates his way over to you, a triumphant smile on his lips as he hears you loudly cheer for him. "where's my celebratory kiss, hm?". other times when he doesn't land it, he'll quickly scramble to his feet before shouting out "uh- it was meant for the ghost behind you, this next one's for you!" and he'll keep attempting the trick again and again until he finally lands it. "first try!" it was his 19th.

skater!chris who likes sitting on his skateboard with you between his legs while you eat snacks. after hours of skating around, and filming him do his tricks, chris will take you to the nearest gas station or fast food place and gather a bunch of your favorite snacks. sitting in front of the establishment but off to the side so you're not in the way of anyone, he'll lean his head down on your shoulder and wrap his unoccupied arm around your waist. you can feel the motion of him softly chewing, and usually the sound of crunching would annoy you, but it does the exact opposite and instead helps you further relax in his embrace as you drink your shared slurpee. "i lohmf ouh" he mutters with a mouthful of french fries, making you laugh incredulously. "i love you too, now chew your food!"

' 𝒕𝒂𝒈𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕 ' 🥡: @emely9274 @ginswife @madifilipowiczslvt @chrisstvrns @conspiracy-ash @sturnina @lovetaylorrussellgrr @nervoussagittarius @sacaydia @chrissturnsss @hearts4werka @oliviagirlsworld @koilaniazul @starsforu

[sparklyskies0]

𝙨𝙤𝙪𝙡 𝙩𝙞𝙚𝙨 ꣑ৎ c.s

pairings: sweet!virgin!reader x fratboy!bf!chris

( 𝙞𝙣 𝙬𝙝𝙞𝙘𝙝 ) Your first time with chris isn’t as perfect as you imagined it to be. Though nobody said that the first time was supposed to be easy.

warnings/disclaimers: smut, unprotected p in v, virginity loss, blood, pain, bad first time, pet names, embarrassment, etc

You brace yourself and breathe in, as you layed out on your back in your bed. Chris kissing down from your stomach to your inner thighs. Trying to get you in the mood. And you were. You have been all day.

You knew it was time, you wanted this so bad. He checked all the boxes for you. You trusted him enough to be vulnerable and let him have you. You knew he would handle you with care and cherish you, you knew he cared enough. Even though he barely acts like it sometimes.

Chris waited till you were ready, stopping mid make out to keep himself in check, until you give him the signal to keep going further. And today you did.

Now your hearts beating fast at a rapid pace, you can almost hear it in the soft silence of your room. As chris’s lips trail around your lower body. You were wet, so wet. Whatever he was doing was working immensely.

He slowly peeled off your underwear, looking up at you as he did so. You can see the need in his blue eyes, sparkling with desire for you and pure excitement. Though, he was nervous himself. It’s not his first time but he wants this to be perfect for you. But he knows that’s not always the case and that’s what scares him. “y’sure you want this, ma?” his voice soft and hoarse.

you look at him, your own eyes sparkling with want and a flicker of uncertainty. But you knew you weren’t going to stop now, you didn’t want to. You want this more than anything, you want him more than anything. “yes..” you respond

He brings your underwear down lower. His mouth watering at the sight of you. You were so beautiful to him. “so pretty f’me, huh baby?” His finger slightly traces along your already wet folds.

you let out a soft moan at the feeling. it wasn’t long before he stopped his teasing touches and begin rubbing your core slowly. causing your upper body to arch off of the bed. “mm..” you moan

he stops his movements to wet his fingers before going back in. He can see that you’re enjoying it. And it only turns him on more. He wants to take this slow with you, be gentle. he wants you to be so comfortable.

After getting you started he removed his hand, standing up to his feet to remove his pants and boxers. You moan as you watch him. Once his thick hardness is freed, he crawls back over to you. He brings his face closer to yours. “you ready, ma?” his breath tickling your skin.

“I gotchu, okay?” he continues to softly encourage you.

He gently props your legs up, spreading you wider for him. “jus, relax okay?” he says his hands roaming the sides of your thigh. he brings his cock to tease your entrance, his tip running along your folds. You lock eyes with him, wanting to be distracted by his piercing blue eyes when you feel the pain of him stretching you out. You accidentally let out a soft whimper, your body giving up on you and completely telling how nervous and scared you are.

“look at me…” he lets out a soft groan. His voice hot enough to distract you, as he slips in.

You let out a hiss, your hips lifting up slightly at the pain. “shh, shh it’s okay..” he comforts. You can’t keep your eyes open, you want to open them. Act like you’re fine. But it hurts.

His other hand gently rubs your sides soothingly. “y’okay, I got you..i won’t hurt you” he says softly. He groans as he attempts to slowly push inside you more.

But you’re so tight, the more pressure he’ll put the more pain you’ll be in. “y’so tight beautiful..” he moans. maybe a little too tight? he thinks to himself.

You have yet to let out a moan of pleasure, still trying to compose yourself. Impatiently waiting for the pain to turn into pleasure. That’s what they say always happens in the books right?

you managed to open your eyes finally, your eyes tearing at the piercing penetration. chris’s eyes have been on you this whole time, his emotions bouncing off of you.

Eventually, he was finally in. You let out a soft whimpering whine. Nothing at all, showing how good it felt. if anything it was a cry for help. “chris..” you let out. He looks at you, concern now etched on his face.

“y’okay baby?, wan me to stop?” he asks, his voice genuine. You think for a moment, it hurts yes but you made it this far. you shouldn’t stop now.

you shake your head, “n-no.. don’t” you say softly

And with that, he doesn’t. He takes your word for it and continues. Pushing himself in deeper. Earning a guttural groan from him, and a small wincing whimper from you. You feel so good to him, warm and tight. So unused..

You keep your eyes on him, you think nothing else but to pull him in for a kiss. Your lips melting into eachother. He deepens the kiss. His tongue delving into yours. As he kisses you he continues to push in deeper, slowly moving his hips, grinding into you.

The feeling of his cock very slowly thrusting into you has yet to feel good yet. You let out a small hiss again. Causing chris’s movements to slow even more.

All of a sudden, you feel warm liquid, pooling out of you. You look down. Seeing blood flowing out. you couldn’t have started your period, you know that.

could it be?

Chris feels it too and pulls out. Causing a whine of pain to leave your mouth. “shit, ma..” he speaks

Bleeding is normal, especially in situations like this. You can continue, but is the pain worth it?

“y’okay?..” he asks, his voice honestly showing how terrified and concerned he is right now. “try again..” you speak without even thinking.

He looks at you, as if begging for you to be forreal. “y’sure?”

You nod. “it’s just blood.” you let out. “i’m okay, I swear”

And with that, he tries again. He curses himself in his head, for not thinking ahead more about this. About the possibility, he should have put a towel down for you or something. He feels shitty, but just in case your pain subsides he knows you’ll feel good at the end of the night. Or at least he hopes.

He intertwines your fingers as he slips back in. You let out a moan, a fake one. In hopes to trick your body into believing it doesn’t hurt anymore. It’s not like chris being inside you is the worst thing ever. In fact you love it, how warm he is, how thick. But the way he stretches you out is inflicting pain before the pleasure and it’s unbearable.

“tell me when to move..” he speaks. stilling inside of you. his hand comes up to stroke your cheek. wiping the small tears that have left your eyes. He nuzzles his face in your neck.

He waits a few moments before you give him the signal. You let out a small hiss. You feel more blood coming. so you tap him. “c-chris..” you speak

He pulls away from your neck, looking at you. “let’s just stop..” you say, slight disappointment in your voice

He nods and slowly pulls out of you. You let out a whimper of pain. and he immediately caresses you. “y’okay?..d-did i hurt you? m’sorry..” he apologizes repeatedly.

You look at him, your face softening. He cares so much. and he tried. you tried too. But you can’t help but feel disappointed and embarrassed. Embarrassed that youre so innocent and untouched that no kind of pleasure came out of it.

“it’s okay, m’just gonna hold you okay?” he says, he stands up from the bed. glancing at the slight blood seeping out of your core. He heads to the bathroom, leaving you there with your thoughts. You know most first times aren’t always perfect, in fact they’re the worst. But that doesn’t make you feel better.

Chris returns with a damp cloth. “open up f’me” he speaks softly, his hands prying your legs open. He brings the cloth to your inner thighs. wiping away any sweat or blood. He brings the towel to your sensitive folds, wiping along them. You let out a low hiss. He cleans you up gently and carefully.

You watch as he does so. You’re sure he hates you, wants to be with someone else, someone who can give him what he wants, needs.

But he’s handling you with care right now, like you can break at any moment. You love this side of him.

After he cleans you , he places the towel down. Pulling you into his arms. cradling you against his body. “let’s jus stay like this, okay?” he mutters

“we’ll try again, another time..”

“second times always better”

ᥫ᭡ Authors Note

no bc how real is this

pt2 of when they try again ???

xoxo paris

[byechristopher]

can you make a chris make up sex??? please

Make it up to me.

– CHRIS STURNIOLO SMUT, FLUFF.

Author's note: love me some good make-up sex – sorry I took so long to respond! Thank you for the request, dear. Hope you like this. Do not copy/steal my work. :)

Warnings: smut smut smut. Minors dni! Didn't proof-read!

"I feel a little neglected lately." my voice is timid but I let a little sigh of relief leave my lips.

I am not used to speaking about my emotions loudly like this, expressing them so freely, let alone in front of Chris. He is my boyfriend but I've always had trouble doing that – it's something I've been trying to fix for a while now.

"Neglected?" he has a tone in his voice that I don't appreciate and I am already regretting my decision to speak my mind, "I don't have time to fucking rest, what are you talking about?" he scoffs and leans back, one of his hands still grab the steering wheel and he sighs, fluffing his hair up with his free hand.

"Just forget it." I roll my eyes, leaning back against the car seat as well, glancing out the window, "forget I even said anything."

"Don't play that card now." I can feel his eyes on me but I refuse look at him.

"I'm not playing any cards. Would you rather have me not telling you anything? Because you know damn well I can do that." I shrug, finally looking at him.

"No, I don't want that. But you're being irrational." his eyebrows are raised and so are his shoulders.

"And you're being rational?" I narrow my eyes, almost like challenging him, "I understand that you are busy but when I tell you I fucking feel neglected, I'm expecting.. I don't know.. maybe a little bit of affection?" I cross my arms, "or is that not possible? To ask that from my relationship?"

"Stop being like this. You just have to understand me! I just don't have time!" he tries to defend himself but every time, he just says something that pisses me off even more.

"Well, that's your fucking problem, Chris. Because I'm working a lot too, you know? But I always make time for you, no matter how exhausted I am. And that's what relationships are about! Making constant sacrifices for each other." I try to explain as much as possible, "and I do understand you, I've been patient for a long time but now it's your turn."

"Well I never fucking complained about you being busy!" he knows he's just saying irrarional bullshit now.

"You never had to! Because I've actually got my shit together. You never had the chance to feel neglected." I stare into his eyes, "oh and also, what I just did, was not complaining. It's called 'expressing my goddamn feelings', something that you're terrible at, even more than me."

And with that, I get out of the car, quickly taking out the keys so I can open our apartment door. He makes me so angry sometimes – he is the best boyfriend in the world, but sometimes, he just doesn't get it.

Hours pass by and we haven't said a single word to each other; I refuse to speak to him, until he understands that he has to make sacrifices too. I can't always just chase him around, taking a step back just to avoid conflict.

A knock on the door of our bedroom is what wakes me up from my own thoughts, "can I come in?"

"Yes, you can."

Chris opens the door and takes a careful glance of me – I am just laying on the bed, under the covers, I am only in my underwear and a t-shirt just to be comfortable. He sighs and lifts the covers so that he can lay beside me, cupping my cheek so gently, his touch is careful and timid.

"I needed some time to think about what you said. And I wanted to apologise." he whispers, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear, "you're right. You're working a lot too, but you always make time for me and I am very grateful for that."

I don't say anything, I notice that he's still thinking, just waiting for him to continue.

"I don't want to make any excuses but I felt very overwhelmed lately because of work, and I didn't want to admit it. I haven't been able to sit down and actually try to manage my schedule but I promise to work on it immediately." he smiles apologetically.

"Baby, I know you didn't do it on purpose." I sigh, "but when I tell you how I'm feeling, I need you to try to understand before getting defensive."

"I know and you are right. It was the part of me that didn't want to admit that I'm actually so busy, so tired and so awful at trying to fit everything in my schedule. This is why I got defensive. Next time I will be better, though." he says and I nod, leaning into his touch, rubbing my cheek against his palm.

"I know you will. We all do mistakes. Thank you for taking your time to think about it." I grin and he wraps an arm around my waist – I waste no time, I immediately press my body against his.

"Of course, baby. I needed to be sure before I come and find you." he sighs and hugs me tightly, sneaking his leg in between mine. I smile and lean in to place a kiss on his lips.

He keeps talking but I am too focused on his lips, or the leg between my legs, or the hands that hold my waist. I listen to what he says but I can feel my arousal burning me. My thighs squeeze his leg and my lips rub themselves against his – I stick my tongue out to lick his bottom lip and that's when he takes the hint.

"What are you doing there, hm?" he hums, his fingers gripping my sides a little harder now.

"I think you need to make it up to me, no? For making me wait all this time while you were thinking." I murmur, my lips going from his lips to his cheek, to his chin and then finally his neck.

He groans and pulls his sweatpants down, not wanting to lose any time either. He places his leg between mine again and I press my clothed pussy against his thigh, making him feel my wetness as I start to rub myself against him.

"I'll make it up to you as many times as you want." he bites down his bottom lip as he slowly takes my shirt off. He's only wearing his boxers and I'm wearing my panties, we're still under the covers.

He grips my waist and I start to fully grind on him, rocking my hips, moving them back and forth on his thigh, "Chris. I want you." I whisper and he smiles.

"I can feel it." he whispers and leans in to take my earlobe in his mouth, sucking on it, moaning into my ear as he sneaks a finger between his thigh and my pussy, rubbing it while still putting pressure with his leg.

I almost whine at how much wetter he made me in just one second, and I travel my hand down his body to grab his clothed dick, taking it out to wrap my fingers around it, rubbing up and down his shaft.

He moans and I can feel his body shaking a little bit – he leans in and takes my nipple in his mouth, groaning around it and biting it gently. I gasp and tug on his hair. He grabs his own cock and brings it closer to my pussy, rubbing the tip of it against my panties, making it even wetter.

"Mmm, Chris.." moaning, I wrap my arms around him, trying to rub myself against his cock as much as possible.

With his fingers, he pushes my panties to the side and starts rubbing the tip of his wet cock against my clit, making sure to run it over my entrance, collecting my juices and then rubbing them all over my clit again.

"Please fuck me already, I am ready for you." I whine, I want to scream how much I want him right now.

He moans at my words and completely takes my panties off. He grabs my leg and hooks his arm under my knee, keep my leg lifted as he teases my pussy. He finally pushes inside of me and I lose it – I couldn't believe I could get any more wet, but apparently I can.

"Shit, baby.. you're so wet and warm." he moans, burying his face into my neck to press kisses all over my skin. His thrusts are gentle and slow as he fucks into me with love, while bruising my skin with kisses at the same time.

I moan and cup his cheeks, making him look at me before attacking his lips with passionate kisses. He grabs the leg that he's been lifting up again, making me wrap it around his waist as he rolls over to his back, making me get on top of him while still being inside of me.

"Fuck.. yes.. like this.." I whisper in his ear – I am completely laying on top of him, my breasts pressed against his chest, my legs on either side of him, my face buried in his neck and my hands grabbing his hair.

I can hear him moaning my name as he starts picking up the pace, fucking me a little harder this time – his hands are on my buttcheeks, squeezing them and spreading them as he pushes his cock in and out.

"Hell.. I don't think I can last any longer, baby girl.." he curses under his breath and moans into my ear softly, heavy breathing, placing a soft kiss on it.

"I'm gonna cum.." I warn, too, my pussy clenching around him as I feel him lifting my body up and down – I am at his mercy, completely.

"Mhmm, cum on my dick." he whispers and I let out a loud moan, tugging on his hair again. My body is trembling as he gives my butt a little smack and that's all it takes for me to cum with a loud moan of his name.

He groans and starts thrusting into me with a much faster pace, his fingers digging into the skin of my ass as he finally cums inside of me with a loud moan as well. I can feel him filling me up and my eyes roll to the back of my head.

We sit there in silence for quite a while, "I love make-up sex." I mumble against his shoulder and he laughs.

"I love you." he whispers, he hasn't moved an inch, still inside of me.

"Good, I love you too. Let me stay like this for a while."

[0wen-b3rnard-anton1o]

Mediator

Tw-Swearing, fighting

(Not proof read)

Imagine your dating Christopher and his brothers and him are getting into yet another argument, but this time it wasn't easily laughed off your standing at there fridge about to grab a soda when all three of them stomp down the stairs Chris running to wrap his arms around your waist from behind then turning you to face his brothers using you as shield, oh of course go hide behind your girlfriend ya dumbass Nick spouted off why do you always have to call everyone names calm the fuck down Matt interjected because you were so calm about three fucking minutes ago Nick argued back sarcasm filling his tone my word, fuck off Matt pushed pass him walking to the couch mumbling under his breath, finally moving once the fridge beeped from being opened this whole time you turned closing the fridge Chris still latching onto you, you sighed wriggling in his grasp to where you faced him lifting his head of your shoulder you cupped both of his cheeks What the hell happened you asked he just shrugged one thing led to the next and then it exploded he answered ok, well you sighed again how about you go to your room I'll meet you there in a sec ya? Finally letting go he walked slowly downstairs and once you couldn't see him anymore you went to Matt first figuring Nick went to his room aswell sitting down you coughed slightly not really knowing what to say Matt just continued looking the opposite direction Hey matt? You tried getting him to answer and when he didn't you got up crouching to the other side of him you saw a glimpse of his face tears falling down his cheeks before he looked the other way avoiding your gaze, aw matt you stood up pulling his arms till he stood up aswell you hugged him tightly his head rested on top of yours you rubbed his back its ok you told him you guys are gonna work through it you have every single time he nodded i know his voice slightly cracked i just want to fix it now you pulled away alright, Chris is in his room go talk to him and ill go talk to Nick. Sounds like a plan he already started to walk away taking a deep breath you ran upstairs knocking on Nicks door WHAT? He yelled you opened the door sending him a small smile just me you told him oh hey, he went back to sulking whats wrong you asked sitting on his bed next to where he was laying nothing he quipped scooting to lay next him using your arm to up your head he also turned to face you you moved a small peicr of his hair from his eyes come on now you were just yelling at everyone so "nothing" isnt that believable he shrugs they just get on my nerves you nodded ya but they both love you so much and matt was literally crying you need to talk to them wait what he perked up ya your right he agreed come on you grabbed his arm dragging him down to Chris's room where you saw Matt and Chris hugging it out you let go of Nick pushing him to join the hug im sorry Nick said truthfully me to Matt and Chris both said at the same time Matt nodded his head motioning to join you smiled brightly standing next to chris wrapping your arms around them chris gave you a small kiss on the cheek and thank you y/n chris said ya your like our little mediator Matt added

Ty love for reading continue being you and as always feeo free to request

[sturnsyaper69]

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