#sturniolo smut

[aaliyahsturniolo]

why’d he take it like a good boy tho…

[chrattho1]

chris sturniolo drabble

before tour

the room was hushed. the air lays heavy on your bare skin, you and chris both spent an entire day together in bed. fucking and cuddling. but as the night grows darker and every second needs to be counted, chris's chest starts feeling tight, knowing tomorrow he'll wake up and have to leave you for a whole month.

chris makes sure his finger tips roam around every little part of your body, memorising the way your soft skin feels against his. he needs this. he doesn't want to talk about how he is going to miss you, or how it'll be so hard for him to not feel you for so long, or how he is probably going to cry every few days because he will miss you so much.

its always been hard for him to communicate or express his feelings, especially when they are so deep and important to him. you made sure he never felt pressured to do so.

his rough hands wander aimlessly over your skin. his head down on your shoulder, not sure if he wants to face you right now. his touch growing desperate with a small groan leaving his lips.

he places small and hurried pecks around the crook of your neck, your collarbone and your shoulder.

his takes your skin between his teeth, biting on it softly. it was then when you felt a warm drop of water fall on you.

you feel your heart clench hearing a sniffle come from his direction, but you stay still. hands tangled in his hair pulling him closer.

he feels you pull him closer and gives in, silently sobbing under your touch.

"its okay baby" your hand rubs small circles on his back, making him shiver and shake his head in response.

your still slick bodies insanely close together, you can feel his heartbeat against your ribs.

chris’s arms tighten around your body, nuzzling his face in the crook of your neck.

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[bernardsbendystraws]

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KEY - [ ✧ - matt ] [ ☆ - chris ] [ ʚɞ - chratt ]

☆ he makes you so sticky [ link ]

✧ tying you up [ link ]

☆ fucking you on his desk [ link ]

✧ pounding you in his bed [ link ]

✧ you squirt from his fingers [ link ]

✧ STOMACH BULGE [ link ]

☆ early morning backshots [ link ]

✧ you ride so good [ link ]

✧ MUNCH [ link ]

✧ slow & deep [ link ]

☆ worshipping you [ link ]

✧ loves your tits [ link ]

ʚɞ they love using their hands [ link ]

ʚɞ BOTH AT THE SAME TIME [ link ]

blame @chrisbratt333 for this. she sent me a link and i went down a loophole

[malsmind]

"now you can feel me, even when i'm not there."

chris sturniolo x reader

summary: chris is going on tour agian, which means he can't fuck you. well, he's still gonna. just not entierly himself.

warnings: smut, phone sex, mutual masturbation, use of sex toys, pet names (baby, angel, sweetheart)

english is not my first language!

chris going on tour again with his brothers was planned for a long time, but that didn't mean you'd miss him any less. no falling asleep together, no waking up together, no cuddling, and no sex.

chris already got you a huge plushie to make up for the cuddles that he won't be able to give you while he's out and about, making sure it smells like him before giving it to you the day he had to leave. but there's one more thing that unfortunately didn't make it in time.

because now, chris was on the road, on his way to texas for the first show. he told you to call him when the package he wouldn't shut up about arrived at your door step. he's been giggling about it the entire time before he left, refusing to tell you what it was. so when you came home from work later today and saw a pink giftbox placed on your doorstep, the first thing you did was call your boyfriend.

“did it arrive??”

you put your phone on speaker and sitting down on your bed, the box infront of you.

“hello to you too” you chuckled.

“hi, baby. did it arrive?”

“yes, chris.”

you could hear chris giggle on the other end, requesting to facetime you. you accepted, and you were immediately greeted with a huge smirk spread across chris's face. you couldn't help but laugh at how excited he seemed, like he was the one recieving a gift. you were excited too. chris wouldn't shut up about how he thought of 'the craziest gift ever' for you, something that'd help you get through the time apart from him.

“open it.” chris encouraged with a big grin, watching you as you analyzed the package, thinking about what it could be. you reached out to untie the little bow, putting it aside. when you went to lift the lid off of the box, you saw chris's grin widening, eyes glinting with mischief when the lid finally came off.

your lips parted, brows knitting together in slight confusion as you looked at the silicone item infront of you.

“a dildo?” you questioned, looking at him with a confused smile.

“not just any dildo.” chris said, watching you as you took the toy out of the box, examining it.

you thought hard about what you were holding in your hands. surely that's not the 'craziest gift ever' that he was on about, right? you noticed how this particular dildo looked a little different from the standard ones you could order somewhere.

and then you realized. the tip, that one vein, the length, everything.

“shut up, you did not!”

“oh, you know i did.”

you looked up at your phone with a smile, chris smirking at you trough the screen.

⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆

you were wating for chris to call. tour didn't start until the next day, so chris was out with his brothers for dinner, meeting up a few friends. he kept texing you, making sure you'd wait for him to get back.

you sighed, putting your phone down and walking into the kitchen to get a drink. before you could open the fridge and grab one, you heard your phone ringing. you sprinted back to your room quickly, clicking accept on the call, laying down on your bed again.

“hey, beautiful. thought about you all night.”

“i miss you, chris. how was your night?”

“let's talk about that later, okay? how about we put your new gift to use..” chris suggested, his voice low and you could hear his blanket rustling.

“what about nick and matt...?”

“they're still out, baby. don't worry about it.”

you bit your lip, looking over at your nightstand where the toy was. still in the box. reminders of the day before chris left flooded your mind. moans filling the room, his dick buried deep inside of you.

“you okay baby?” chris's voice pulled you out of your thoughts. you grabbed the dildo, fingers tracing the cruve of the tip. it was crazy how accurate the toy was. every curve, every vein of chris's perfect cock, now molded into silicone for you to use whenever he was away. you put it down, turning your attention back to your phone.

“it’s… pretty fucking accurate, chris.”

he grinned, a flicker of heat coiling in his chest. “thought you’d like that. you using it yet?”

“not yet,” you admitted, and he could hear the smirk in your words. “waiting for you to tell me what to do with it.”

“fuck,” he muttered, his free hand already drifting down to adjust himself through his jeans. his dick twitched at the thought of you, legs spread, that toy in your hands. “alright, then. get comfortable, angel. take that shirt off—i know you’re wearing mine—and lie back on the bed.”

there was a soft thud, the sound of fabric hitting the floor, and he imagined the way your skin would look in the dim glow of the bedside lamp, all soft curves and shadows. “done,” you said, your voice a little breathier now. “what next?”

“grab it,” he instructed, his own breath hitching as he unzipped his jeans, freeing himself into the cool air of the bunk. his cock was already half-hard, thick and heavy in his palm. “run your fingers over it first. tell me how it feels.”

“it’s… cold,” you said, and he heard the faintest hitch in your tone as you touched it. “smooth, though. kinda weird how it’s so you. like, i can feel that little vein under the head, just like the real thing.”

“yeah?” he smirked, stroking himself slowly, his thumb brushing over that same vein on his own dick. “warm it up for me, then. put it in your mouth—get it nice and wet.”

a quiet whimper slipped through the phone, and he could picture it: your lips parting, sliding over the tip, your tongue tracing the shape of him. the sound of your soft, wet sucks came through the speaker, faint but enough to make his grip tighten, his hips shifting against the mattress. “shit, baby, you’re killing me,” he groaned. “how’s it taste?”

“like silicone,” you said with a small laugh, pulling back. “but i’m imagining it’s you. makes it better.”

“good girl,” he rasped, his voice dropping lower. “now slide it down—tease yourself with it. rub it on thet pretty pussy f'me.”

the line went quiet for a second, just the sound of your breathing, and then a shaky moan as you followed his command. “fuck, chris,” you whispered. “it’s… it’s right there. feels so good.”

“tell me,” he urged, his hand moving faster now, precum slicking his fingers. “what’s it like?”

“it’s wet,” you said, your words trembling. “i’m so fucking wet. god, i wish you were here.”

“me too, sweetheart,” he growled, his imagination running wild: your thighs parted, your pussy glistening, that toy—his dick—gliding through your folds. “push it in now. slow. let me hear you.”

your gasp was sharp, raw, and it hit him like a punch. he could hear the faint, slick sound of it sliding inside you, stretching you open, and your next words came out in a rush. “oh fuck—it’s big. filling me up so good, just like you do.”

“yeah?” his voice was strained, his balls tightening as he pictured it: your cunt gripping the dildo, your hips rocking against it. “fuck yourself for me. pretend it’s me fucking you—deep and hard.”

your moans grew louder, punctuated by the rhythmic creak of the bed, and he matched his strokes to the pace he knew you’d set, his cock throbbing in his fist. “chris—fuck, it’s so good,” you panted.

“attagirl,” he praised, his teeth gritted as heat surged through him. “keep going. fuck yourself with it—let me hear how wet you are.”

the sounds were obscene now. the wet squelch of your pussy, the slap of your hand guiding it in and out, your broken cries spilling through the phone. “fuck, yes.” you managed, voice hitching. “—fuck, chris, i’m gonna cum.”

“do it,” he snarled, his own release barreling closer. “cum all over my cock, baby—”

your scream was muffled, like you’d buried your face in the pillow, but it still sent him over the edge. his hips bucked, cum spilling hot and thick over his hand, splattering onto his stomach as he groaned your name. for a moment, there was just the sound of both of you panting, the aftershocks trembling through the line.

“shit,” he said finally, a lazy grin spreading across his face as he caught his breath. “you’re fucking incredible.”

you laughed, soft and sated. “i miss you so much, chris”

“i miss you too, angel.” he said, wiping his hand on a stray shirt. “think you can hold out with my little stand-in ‘til i'm back?”

“maybe,” you teased. “but i’m keeping this thing close. might need another round tomorrow.”

“just can't get enough of my dick, hm? now you can feel me, even when i’m not there.”

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an: @sweetshuga gave me the idea for this LMAO. this is 4u isa i hope u like it :p

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[sweetshuga]

𝒀’𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍 𝒎𝒆 𝒅𝒆𝒆𝒑 𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒊𝒅𝒆? ✰ 𝑴.𝑺

ⓘ 𝑺𝑴𝑼𝑻! ⋆ fwb!matt ⋆ p in v ⋆ pet name ⋆ safe sex (best sex) ⋆ big dick!matt + more.

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒚 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒓𝒕... Sneaking around with your friend (with benefits) ’cause he’s not ready to tell his brothers.

It isn’t easy sneaking around. Well, that’s given when Matt is always home with his brothers, but you two always found a way to sneak around without raising any suspicions.

Fast forward to finally having some alone time for once thanks to Nick and Chris going to the store to pick up some stuff. You two got down and dirty embarrassingly quickly—quite literally right after they left. Matt was pining you against the wall and it escalated from there, and before you knew it, you were on Matt’s bed with him on top of you.

You had a pillow propped under your hips as Matt’s hefty length slid in and out of your sopping wet cunt in languid, deep thrusts. His hands caressed your body as his mouth dominated yours in a deep kiss, effectively swallowing your pretty little moans.

Matt was gentle, but dominant enough to make you feel like you were on cloud nine. His hands roamed all over your body like he couldn’t get enough of you, his mouth trailed kisses down your neck, nipping at the sensitive skin before soothing it with more kisses.

It wasn’t long before you felt a warmth spreading through your stomach. The feeling of tautness slowly increased with each of his languid thrusts.

Matt, ever the observer, caught on to the telltale signs of your impending orgasm quite quickly. One of his hands travelled down to press against your lower abdomen, just above your mound.

You weren’t expecting him to suddenly start pounding into you, but he did. His hips picked up pace, slapping against your thighs as he put more pressure on your pelvis and tilted his hips at a certain angle—that’s when you felt it.

He was hitting your g-spot dead on.

Your eyes rolled back involuntarily, a sharp gasp ripping from your throat, followed by breathy moans that grew in volume the more he pressed against your pelvis.

Your back arched, nails digging into his back as you felt yourself being fucked – quite literally – silly. All thoughts disappeared as your senses zeroed in on the intense pleasure of his tip slamming into your g-spot over and over again.

Matt groaned in pleasure and exertion as he held himself up with one hand, keeping his other pressed firmly against your lower abdomen as he pounded into you with more vigor.

"Y’feel me deep inside?" he suddenly rasped, his voice hoarse and deeper than usual. He thrust sharply, burying himself deep inside you, and his cock hit just right as if to emphasize his words.

"Fuuuckk, sweetheart- you feel soo fucking good." Matt babbled as he kept fucking you, feeling your pussy grip him tightly—almost greedily like you didn’t want to let go. The feeling made him shudder and goosebumps formed on his skin when he felt your nails rake across his back.

Your face contorted in pleasure when you reached your climax. Your back arched as you cried out, your inner walls fluttering rhythmically around his still pistoning cock. Matt followed shortly after, filling the condom full of his warm cum as he let out low moans.

Matt slumped on top of you, taking a few deep breaths to steady his fast heartbeats before lifting himself up just enough to pull out. He took off his condom, tying it up and discarding it in the trash bin beside your nightstand before rolling onto his back and pulled you with him, cuddling with you.

He’s just so sweet—too sweet for a friend with benefits.

˖ ݁𖥔 ݁˖ 𝒆𝒏𝒈𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒉 𝒊𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒎𝒚 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒔𝒕 𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒖𝒂𝒈𝒆.ᐟ | 𝒘𝒄 – 𝟓𝟖𝟒 ˖ ݁𖥔 ݁˖

© 𝒔𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒕𝒔𝒉𝒖𝒈𝒂

[phone4pills]

𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐘 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄

Chris can’t jerk off by himself, his hands get shaky every time he’s close

Door locked. Lights low. The only sound that could be heard in the room was the quiet coarseness of his grunts, making him dizzy with the hot air of each pants circling his head like a thick fog in an empty room. Lacking you.

This was Chris’ third time trying to get something out of himself, but he was too weak. Every time his body pulsed with the urge to be relieved, hair stuck to his face, jaw hanging slack, his hand would spiral out of control. No good when it came to cumming.

And where were you to help him through all of this? The most you’d given him was a few revealing pictures on your private story. One that you knew he had seen. One that you knew he was shamelessly jerking off to. Chris moaned, thinking about all the things you’d do to him if you were in the room. Tease him. Scold him. Push him past his limits. And fuck, did the thoughts drive his desire.

White knuckles clenching around a sore cock, messy sheets below. The boy’s teeth fall over his lip, clamping down tightly to trap the crude noises he was producing in his throat. But none of it was enough. He needed you. Chris needed you.

He fisted and fisted until the veins in his forearm pressed against the pale, sweat-ridden skin. “Cum, cum…” A raspy whisper fought against his vocal cords. Then his long fingers began to tremble, their grip weakening around Chris’ dick. His wrist tensed up, almost completely frozen in place.

Another orgasm torn away from your needy boy.

A tear of desperation coursed down his cheeks, landing on his bare chest, aching with dissatisfaction. Chris’ head fell back on the headboard with a frustrated whimper. “Fuck- need you…”

:( poor chris, part 2 ?? divider by @strnilolover luv u gabs 💭

- ©phone4pills

[draqu1a]

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ A RISKY STREAM . . .

— what kind? : SMUT — warnings : sexual&suggestive content ahead , viewers discretion is adviced , MDNI .

�� fic inspired by : @bernardsbendystraws

The neon glow of Matt's gaming rig painted your face in shifting hues as you gripped the controller. "Chris, you seeing this shit?" you yelled into the headset.

Chris, cackled from the other end of the Discord call, his voice echoing through your head set. "Nah, I'm too busy carrying your sorry ass! You are trash tonight."

"Shut up," you retorted, trying to focus on the digital firefight unfolding on the screen. You were sat down on Matt's lap, his arms wrapped loosely around your waist, ostensibly to "guide" your gameplay. But tonight, his guidance was… almost distracting.

"Focus, babe," Matt murmured, his breath ghosting against your ear. "There's a guy flanking you on the left."

Easy for him to say. He wasn't the one with a hand slowly inching its way under their shared blanket, sending shivers down your spine that had nothing to do with the game.

"I see him, I see him," you muttered, trying to ignore the warmth spreading through your core. Your fingers fumbled on the controller, your carefully constructed fort crumbling under a harsh wave of digital bullets. "Fuck!"

"Language, sweetheart," Matt whispered, his fingers now tracing the curve of your hip, dangerously close to your core. A little squeeze to your hip. The digital bullets blurred. You died.

"God damn it!" you hissed, partially peeling off your head seat . "I’m trying to concentrate here, Matt."

He just grinned, his eyes dark and knowing. "Am I distracting you, baby?"

"Maybe a little," you admitted, trying to inject some playful exasperation into your voice. “Chris thinks we are loosing on purpose.”

Chris’s voice boomed through the speakers. “What was that? Did I hear you two lovebirds finally admit you're throwing the game?"

Matt chuckled, a low rumble that vibrated against your back. "Nah, man, just… strategizing. Right, babe?" His fingers continued their torment, dipping lower and closer with each minute passing by.

"Yeah, strategizing," you managed, your voice a little breathless. You reached for your water bottle, hoping the cool liquid would take out the sudden heat flooding the inside of your body.

"Okay, well strategize faster! We're about to get wiped," Chris complained, oblivious to the silent battle happening beneath the blanket.

Matt leaned closer, his lips brushing your ear. "He doesn't need to know how we strategize," he murmured, his fingers now finding the edge of your shorts and dipping below the waistband. "Does he, baby?"

"Matt, stop," you pleaded, even though a part of you was begging him to continue. The chat if they would find out, would go absolutely crazy, but you couldn't bring yourself to care. Focus was a blur.

"Stop what? Helping you relax?" he teased, his touch becoming bolder, more insistent. A gasp escaped your lips as his fingers traveled beneath your flimsy lace panties, going right where you needed him the most.

"Dude, are you even listening?" Chris yelled. "There's a whole squad pushing us!"

"—Uh, yeah, Chris. We're on it," Matt said, his voice a little strained. He was watching you, not the screen. His eyes held a promise of pure, unadulterated pleasure.

His fingers slipped inside of your already drenched entrance. You bit your lip, trying to stifle a moan. The game, Chris, the chat – it all faded into a distant hum. All that mattered was the electrifying sensation building within you, the relentless pressure, the exquisite torture.

"Matt…" you whispered, your voice thick with desire.

"Almost there, baby," he breathed, his thumb pressing down on your sensitive clit while his slender fingers drive out of you with increasing speed and skill. "Just a little more…"

Chris's voice was a distant drone. "Hey, guys! What the hell are you doing? We're already dead!"

You didn't hear him. You couldn't hear anything but the pounding of your own heart, the ragged sound of your own breath, and the soft, satisfied sigh that escaped your lips as pleasure finally overwhelmed you, your gummy walls clenching down and sucking matt’s fingers in deeper as they soaked his digits in your liquids.

The screen went black. Your avatars returning to the main menu as the result of you dying and receiving a low score.

“Kid, I’m out for the night. Try to improve those shitty skills cuz tonight was not it.” Chris announces, taking off his head set before ending the discord call, before you decide to follow along.

Peeking off your own head set and muttering a quick goodbye to the stream, quickly ending the live stream to not raise any further suspicion on what you two were doing the whole game.

"Finally, I now got you all to myself," Matt said, pulling away slightly, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "Now, where were we?"

𓂃˖ ࣪⊹🃜 . yappin claudia : second fic on this account :pp, I don’t know how to feel bout this exactly xd but wtv .

𓂃˖ ࣪⊹🃜 . taglist : @strnilolover @ifwdominicfike @courta13 @sturns-mermaid . . . .

[delilahsturniolo]

ꪆৎ chris fingering you under a blanket . . .

requested by anon!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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[p3sthoe]

physically had to take a deep breath.

i genuinely hope i NEVER meet him bc i fear the eye contact would end me on the spot

[y2kstarr]

brother's bsf!matt fixing nate's little sister!reader's attitude

࣪˖ ִ⭑ ࣪ warnings : 18+, smut w/ zero plot, dom!matt, brat!reader, spanking, car sex, unprotected p in v, usage of "brat" and "whore" requested? yes more of this au

It was just some light teasing.

Around his friends.

In public.

But it was literally nothing, he was being a big baby about it, especially as he drove you home, all quiet behind the wheel, not even letting you turn on your music to fill the silence. You would've never pushed his buttons and played around with his friends if you knew he was gonna be like this.

It was a near 10 minute drive until he finally pulled up in front of you and Nate's house, the house lights off to signal that he was probably already asleep. But as you went to open the door, a click sounded through the car, the motion of the lock switching catching your eye.

You turned to look at Matt, who had his head turned just slightly away from you, crossing his arms once more after locking the doors. No matter how hot he looked with the streetlights and the darkness of the night making perfect shadows of his face, he just locked you in the car!

"You're acting so fucking childish right now, Matt," You huffed, annoyed and fed up, reaching for the door handle once more to unlock it and get out, but his voice finally came up the moment your fingers touched the metal.

"Get over here." His voice was sharp, low and almost dark as he spoke, sending a shiver down your spine as you waited just a moment or two more. "Now."

You let out a breath, half as a sigh of annoyance and half as a sigh of nerves, moving over to the driver's seat and maneuvering yourself to sit in his lap, before a gasp left your lips, feeling his hands forcefully pull you down into his lap.

You went to snap at him, expecting him to still be broodingly looking out the car window, but as your eyes met, a chill ran down your spine at his darkened blue eyes, this cold shimmer to them leaving your stomach in twists and turns.

His hands found their way to your thighs, his fingers slightly digging into the soft plush that wasn't covered by your jean shorts, whilst your hands rested on his shoulders, almost hesitant with where to keep them.

"Matt-" You went to finally break the silence, but it took no more than a second for his lips to be pressed against yours in a harsh, deep kiss.

You had no idea why he was being so pissy with you, giving you the silent treatment and all — you two weren't even together, there wasn't a label or anything, just hidden touches, stolen kisses, and quickies more than there was actual intimacy.

But as he slowly pulled you closer in his lap, his lips moving against yours in a needy yet dominant way, his hands slowly sliding to your ass, you couldn't care less if he was acting irrational.

A sudden smack came down on your ass, ripping a yelp from you as you felt the sting course through your body, the pain slowly morphing into pleasure as Matt rubbed the palm of his hand against the hit area.

"All night, and you were just showing off like a little attention whore, huh?" His snarled words made a shiver run down your spine, a whine slipping out as he bit your bottom lip. Oh he was really wanting to hold the power now.

"I was just–" But before you could even give him your reasoning, if not already fabricated a bit to make it look as if you were innocent, you felt another smack against your ass, pulling yet another yelped noise from your throat as the sting made it known there would be marks tomorrow.

"Brats don't get to speak," He nearly growled against your jawline, his lips kissing down to your neck and along the column of your throat as you tilted you head back, a whimper quietly leaving your lips.

"So.. should I kick you out of my car and ignore your needy calls for the rest of the week?..." He spoke against your skin, delivering one more smack to your ass before nipping at your throat, already telling you exactly what he truly wanted to do with you. Fuck, tonight was gonna be a long night.

"Or should I fuck this little attitude out of you?"

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The car practically shook from the two of you, the windows almost foggy now with how much the two of you were panting. Moans and grunts filled his car, mixing with the sound of skin slapping against skin, your hips rising and falling as you rode him in the driver's seat.

It was restrictive, a bit cramped and annoying to keep up a solid rhythm, but fuck, did it feel good to have his cock within your needy cunt. One hand grasped at his shoulder, whilst the other held onto the car door armrest, pants leaving your kiss-swollen and bitten lips along with breathy whines and needy moans.

"That's it, baby– fuck—" Matt groaned, his head falling back against the headrest as his hands gripped your hips tight, helping to guild them up and down on his shaft. "Ride that fuckin' dick, baby—"

"Matt—" You whined, your thighs starting to shake as you felt that heated pleasure burn in your stomach, twisting and pulling tight. You looked at him through half-lidded eyes to see he was watching where the two of you were connected, almost hypnotized with how you fucked yourself on his dick.

"F-fuck–!" You felt yourself clench around him as you panted hard, your hands shaking before that pleasure finally snapped within you, your hand that gripped the car door armrest turning to a fist as you moaned, eyes rolling back, back arching, that ecstasy washing over you in delicious waves.

"God– you're so fucking hot when you cum—" Matt groaned through clenched teeth, his hands still guiding your hips so he could reach his high too.

Feeling as you rode through your pleasure, it soon turned into slight overstimulation, a whine leaving your lips as you leaned forward, wrapping your arms around his neck. His hands slid from your hips to your ass, gripping tight as he fucked up into your spent cunt, chasing his high as he panted in your ear.

"Shit shit— fuuuck—" Matt groaned as you felt his cock twitch within you, pumping thick, warm loads of cum into you, painting your walls and filling you to the brim with his seed.

The both of you caught your breath in near unison, chests rising and falling as Matt lay back against the driver's seat, his hands sliding back down to your plush thighs as you lay lax against his chest, legs subtly shaking from the intense pleasure.

"Learn your lesson..?" Matt breathed out, making you remember just how the two of you got into this little mess, your face nuzzling into his chest as you nodded and let out a breathy little "yes", making him chuckle low before pressing a kiss to the crown of your head.

"Good girl."

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a / n : i really need to be better for my requesters, i'm so so sorry 😭 idk if i like how this one turned out either, but I had fun getting to write them again

Tysm to the anon who requested and i hope you at least liked it <33

Inbox, dms, and requests are all open, hit me up wheneva babies <33

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dividers → me

© y2kstarr

[darksturnz]

this still my fav thing i’ve EVER wrote by the way

── ⋮ ⌗ RIBBONS N REWARDS. . . ⟢ DEALER.ᐟCHRIS ᵎᵎ

CONTENTS: smut heavy-plot ・no actual p n v・bicep riding ・his arms are getting so big i need him to [redacted] + more ib: this !

Chris exhales a slow drag from the blunt, thick smoke curling around his lips as he watches you fidget with the ribbon in your hands. The motel room is dim, just the neon glow from the streetlights outside flickering through the blinds. The whole scene is steeped in the heavy tension that always lingers between you two—something unspoken, something inevitable.

“the fuck are you doin’ kid?” he finally drawls, voice deep, uninterested—but you know better. You see the way his gaze flickers, how his fingers tap idly against his thigh like he’s holding back a dry comment.

You swallow and move closer, sliding onto the mattress beside him. “Just—hold still,” you murmur, carefully wrapping the ribbon around his thick bicep.

Chris doesn’t stop you, just lets you work, arms loose at his sides like he’s kinda amused by the whole thing. “This some kinda—…some kinda kink I dunno about?”

You fumble with the knot, heat creeping up your neck. “No.”

He scoffs, tilting his head. “Lyin’ ass.”

You don’t respond, just tighten the ribbon into a perfect bow. The sight of it—the small bow against his big arms—sends a shiver down your spine. Chris watches your reaction, and something slow and understanding spreads across his face.

He shifts, resting his weight on one elbow, the movement making the muscle under your fingers jump. “Hm? Got you all hot and bothered just from tyin’ a fuckin’ ribbon around them?” he mutters, flicking the blunt between his fingers. “What, you wanna fuck ‘em now too?”

Your whole body tenses, mortified. “Shut up.”

Chris grins, bringing the blunt back to his lips. “Nah, you gotta own it.” He exhales, smoke curling around your face as he tilts his head lazily. “Tell me how bad you wanna get off on my arm baby.”

You shake your head, looking away, but he catches your chin with his fingers, tilting your face back toward him. “C’mon,” he murmurs, low and coaxing. “Ain’t like I don’t already know, tied that bow like some kinda reward for yourself.”

Your breath hitches, shame twisting deep in your stomach. He knows. Of course he fucking knows.

Chris leans in, lips brushing the corner of your mouth. “You really that needy, baby?” His voice is dark, thick with amusement. “That fuckin’ pathetic?”

The way he says it—so damn sure of himself—makes something inside you snap. You push forward, catching his mouth in a messy, desperate kiss, and he groans against your lips, his free hand sliding up your thigh.

“Thought so,” he murmurs between kisses, grinning.

You don’t even know how it happens, how you end up straddling his bicep, his free hand gripping your hip as he looks up at you with that lazy, expectant gaze. The ribbon is still tied snugly around his arm, a mocking reminder of just how deep your obsession runs.

Chris shifts, rolling his shoulder, flexing just enough to make you gasp as the pressure meets the ache between your thighs. “There you go,” he mutters, adjusting your hips so you’re sitting just right. “Go ahead. Show me how bad you need it.”

You move hesitantly at first, rolling your hips against the firm muscle, your hands gripping his shoulders for balance. But then Chris flexes again, the hardness of his bicep pressing perfectly against you, and you choke on a moan.

His grin widens. “Oh— ..s’that good, huh?”

You nod, biting your lip, eyes fluttering shut. “S-so good..”

“Fuckin’ look at you,” he muses, voice thick, eyes dark with hunger. “Grinding all over me like some desperate little thing.” His fingers dig into your waist, guiding your movements, and your thighs tremble as the friction builds.

Your fingers find his curls, tugging slightly, and he groans, low and approving. “Shiiiiit,” he rasps. “You gonna cum like this? Just rubbin’ your needy little cunt on my fuckin’ arm?”

You whimper, the pressure too much, not enough, everything all at once. Chris watches you unravel, his own expression darkening as your moans turn breathless.

“That’s it,” he murmurs, voice thick with satisfaction. “jus’ soakin’ my arm, sweetheart.”

The words send a shudder through you, humiliation twisting deep in your stomach, but it only makes the arousal burn hotter. Your nails dig into his shoulders as you grind down one last time, with a final, shaky rut, your orgasm crashes over you, leaving you trembling against him. Your grip on his curls tightens as you gasp through it, your slick staining the flexed muscle beneath you.

Chris groans, shifting slightly beneath you, eyes dropping to where you’ve ruined his skin. “oh fuuuuck,” he mutters, almost to himself, before looking back up at you with that sick grin.

“‘s all better now huh?,” he hums, reaching up to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear.

Your body is still trembling as the last waves of your orgasm roll through you, thighs quivering around his arm, breath coming in short, uneven gasps. The room feels hotter now, thick with smoke and something else—something filthier.

Chris nods, slow and approving, flexing his arm beneath you once more, just to feel the way your body twitches in overstimulation. His bicep is glistening, slick with the evidence of your cum, and when you finally blink down at the mess you made, heat flares up your spine in mortification.

The grin spreads further across his face as he tilts his head, eyes dragging over you like he’s cataloging every ruined inch of you. He clicks his tongue, shaking his head.

“Look at that shit”

You finally blink down, breath still coming in short, uneven gasps, and your stomach flips at the sight—his bicep, glistening, and you swallow hard.

Chris exhales smoke, watching you with that same lazy amusement. “Made a huge fuckin’ mess,” he murmurs, gaze flicking down to the slick sheen on his arm before lifting back to your face. “Didn’t know you were so filthy.”

You blink at him, breath still uneven, lips slightly parted. You try to move, try to shift off of him, but his grip tightens on your waist, holding you there. His thumb brushes the inside of your thigh, featherlight, savoring the way your body still trembles under his touch, his ego flying through the roof right now.

He made a mental note to thank Matt for forcing him to the gym every morning the last few weeks, apparently it did come in handy. 

“C’mon, kid,” he sighs, shifting slightly beneath you, bicep flexing under your touch. “Use that pretty mouth and clean it up, we got shit to do.”

authors note: heh…#needthatngl…i was also stoned n half asleep writing this my apologies for any typos.

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[firsttimelover]

OH MY GOD

[bernardsbendystraws]

𝐇𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐓𝐨 𝐘𝐨𝐮 — 𝐌.𝐒.

SUMMARY ʚɞ Moments where Matt shows you how much he's gonna miss you before tour.

CW ʚɞ Smut, fluff, and angst. Crying, needy sex, raw sex, creampie, p n v, kissing, teasing, begging, and more.

PAIRING ʚɞ Reader x Matt Sturniolo

A/N: COPYRIGHT NOTICE. This is pretty long, but half of it is smut (very emotional intimacy)

With love and big tits, Rose ➜ navigation

Tour. Sad yet exciting. 

You’re thrilled for your boyfriend, but you’re also a little depressed. He’s gonna be gone for so long, a busy schedule that will make calling a difficult task between different time zones and all the other chaos. 

Matt knows he’s gonna miss you. He’s enthralled by the idea of traveling around with Nick and Chris, but he’s less than happy about the thought of leaving you. 

The last day before he leaves, he shows you how much he’s really gonna miss you. 

01: Really Gonna Miss You.

“Baby,” Matt husks, trying to kiss lightly on the side of your neck as he spoons you from behind. 

You hazily grumble in response. Matt bites on his lower lip, nuzzling the tip of his nose beneath your ear as he hums against you. 

“Wanna go get breakfast?” he offers. Your eyes peek open. He feels his cheeks flush with a soft smile as you gleam over at him. 

The slight nod you offer makes his heart fill with a feathery warmth, his hand on your lower stomach massaging slightly as he places another delicate kiss on the side of your neck. 

“Hmmm, good,” he purrs, his breath fanning behind your ear making your body twinge with delight, “-gonna take you on a full adventure today. Makeup for all the missed time before and after the tour, alright?” 

Even though you’ve just woken up, you still feel like you’re dreaming. He’s just so sweet—so passionate and kind. You can’t help but clutch your hand on top of his, squeezing as he pulls you even closer. 

A slight laugh purses through your lips as you attempt to get up. Matt is reluctant to let you out of his hold, but eventually allows you to move, following you as you get ready. 

He gets dressed after you, making sure to coordinate his outfit to yours. The sight of him holding up articles of clothing against your outfit to match the colors perfectly makes your heart pulse in your chest. 

You’re really gonna miss him. 

Matt notices your face falling as you sit on the bed, waiting for him to finish getting dressed. He has jeans on, the shirt still laying on the duvet, but he doesn’t care. 

“Hey,” he coos, standing in front of you, cupping your face in his hands as he gleams down at you with a soft worry. “-what’s up, sweetheart?” he asks. 

Your lips twitch with sadness. Staring up towards the ceiling, you blink profusely, shaking your head as you feel his fingers glide delicately over your cheeks. 

Matt kneels down, guiding your eyes to his as he holds your face with a gentle grip. Your lip wobbles as you stare at him, the thought of him being so far away starting to really sink in. 

“What’s going on?” he questions, his voice soft yet deliberate. 

Your heart clenches in your chest, a lump in your throat making it harder to breathe as you choke out the words, “I…just—’m really gonna miss you.” 

Matt’s face falls as he sees a singular tear stride down your cheek. It takes all of his effort to keep his own emotions at bay, wanting to comfort you and make sure you’re happy with the little time you two have left together before he leaves. 

“Oh, sweetheart,” he soothes, his knees shuffling across the ground as he moves closer to you. 

Matt drops his hands from your face, letting them slide down your arms before he clutches your hands on his own, resting the tangled fingers on top of your knees as he stares up at you with pure devotion. 

“-’m sorry, I’m—I’m trying not to think about it—”

He interrupts your stumbling words, clutching your hands tighter as he leans down, pressing soft kisses along each of your knuckles.

“Hey, it’s okay,” he whispers, pushing the back of your palm against his cheek. The feeling of his light stubble tickling into your skin makes your gut flutter with comfort. You take a deep breath, watching as he starts to kiss along your hands, his lips warm and gentle.

“I’m gonna miss you too. So much.” 

His voice is strained. You can’t help but feel your eyes fog with more tears, embracing the moment as you think of the painful thought of waking up alone. 

02: The Day of Dates.

After brunch, Matt refused to let the adventures end there. It’s been an eventful day, the sun barely above the horizon as you sit in his car, looking over the cliffside as the smell of McDonalds floods the car. 

Your face flushes as you feel him staring at you. All the food left you feeling full, but he left you feeling complete. 

Shifting, you adjust in the passenger seat, the feeling of his hand clasped around your thigh squeezing lightly. 

He really loves to touch you. It’s always been a big part of how he shows his love, and you have no complaints. However, today has been different. It’s like he can’t keep his hands off of you for even a millisecond. 

“You’re so beautiful.” he compliments, leaving over the center console to press a kiss to your cheek. The gentle touch of his lips leaves your stomach fluttering, your lips pursing together into  a tight line as you keep your gaze trained on the cotton candy sky through the front windshield. 

“Matt, you’re supposed to be watching the sunset.” you remark, biting on your lower lip as you feel one of his hands callus beneath your chin, pulling your gaze towards him. 

God. 

The look in his eyes makes you feel like you're melting. Your chest hitches with a sharp breath, your eyes softly falling shut as you feel his lips press against your own. 

No matter how many times you kiss him, it’s always the same feeling—sensations of pure bliss paired with a passionate comfort. 

Matt pulls back, smiling as he watches you slowly blink your eyes open towards him. “I don’t care about the sunset,” he purrs, leaning his forehead against your own as you feel the tip of his nose graze yours, “-not as much as I care about you.” 

03: Home. 

Coming home created more desperation. The day is over, your last day is practically gone. 

Matt’s lips are needy. His tongue plunders into your mouth with a romantic yearning. 

Hungrily, he kisses down your neck, his lips wandering around your breasts and down your stomach. “Can’t-” his lips grasp for air as he whispers against your skin, kissing you relentlessly as if he needs it more than air. “-get.” kiss. “-enough of you.” kiss. kiss. kiss. 

Your mouth draws open as you feel his length slide against your dripping cunt. Clothes had been discarded long ago, but he couldn’t seem to stop kissing you. 

He’s always loved foreplay and making out, but this is more than that, this is pure longing—absolute desperation.

Every second feels like hours. The sensation of a wet slick dripping from your heat is painfully apparent. Matt is selfish taking his time with you, trying to absorb every single sound leaving your lips as if he’s trying to remember this forever. 

“Matt, I—I need you.” you plea, your chest rising and falling with gasping breaths as you clutch onto his biceps while he hovers above you. 

“Hmmm, just,” he nips lightly on your nipple, his hand sliding up and down your waist, “-a little longer. Need this, baby. Need it so bad.” he groans. 

A sharp whine erupts from the back of your throat as you feel his throbbing length slide over your clit. Your body automatically chases the friction, a deep moan vibrating from his lips as you grind your hip against him. 

“Stay still.” he directs, his voice firm but gentle. You can’t help but shake your head vigorously, the ache between your legs unbearable as you repeat the motions. “Fuck.” he seethes, grasping tightly onto your waist, trying to keep you in place. 

Tears are bubbling on your lower lash line. Matt’s ears perk at the sound of a real cry falling from your lips, looking up and sparing a sympathetic frown as he watches a tear cascade down your cheek. 

“Oh, baby…” he coos, wiping the wetness off your face before placing a gentle peck to your lips. Matt looks into your eyes, sinking his hips to glide against your sobbing pussy as he watches your eyes roll with relief. 

“Matt, please.” you cry, your nails piercing into his arms as he readjusts himself slowly. 

“Need me to fuck you now, hm?” he asks, gliding his cock through your wetness as you vigorously nod your head. “Been teasin’ you too much, huh?” he tuts, slowly starting to push the tip of his length against your entrance, mocking your facial expression as your mouth drops into a perfect ‘O.’ 

“Please, please, please—oh!” you gasp, your chest hitching as your body freezes. 

The sensation of his length gliding into your hole making every pore on your skin burn, the stretch of his thick, veiny cock making you let out a broken moan. 

“That’s it, baby, c’mon, take it all for me,” he coos, hovering back on top of you as he pets his fingers over your cheek, slightly pulling out to let your slick coat his length before gliding right back in. “God,” he groans, his head falling into the crook of your neck as your walls clutch around his member tightly. 

He starts to gently rock his hips, his shoulders broadening with pride as he hears satisfied noises erupt from your lips. 

“Matt, it—I—mmmm,” you moan, completely at a loss for words as he ruts into you deeply, using precision to make sure he hits the perfect spot that makes your body tense with each thrust. 

Your sticky walls are grasping around his length so tightly that it’s hard to focus on anything but trying not to cum. Matt accidentally lets his instincts take over, a loud scream falling from your lips at a particularly hard thrust. 

“Sorry, I’m—’m sorry, fuck,” he groans, rocking himself in and out of you, completely lost in the way you feel—the way you sound. “-you feel so good.” he purrs. 

Your gut is twisted in knots. Every part of your body is pulsing with pleasure, words hard to find as you feel his movements speed up a little more, never losing any depth as he plunges his cock inside of you with deliberate intent. 

“Matt, I–it’s—close, baby, close,” you squeal, your breath stuck in your throat as his thick cock hits right where you need him to. 

“C’mon, you—you got it,” he praises, hissing as you start to convulse around his length. 

Your body is shaking, your face contorted with utter bliss as hot waves of euphoria crash over you. Matt feels his balls tighten, his high dangerously close as he tries to ride you through your own orgasm. 

“Sweetheart, gotta—need—’m gonna cum, where do you—” 

Matt is cut off as your legs wrap around his waist, the heels of your feet digging into his lower back. He whimpers, trying to hold off, crying out as you hold him in place even tighter. 

Usually, you don’t let him finish inside of you, but right now you need it. You need it deep, hard, and raw. 

You need to be full. 

“Inside, Matt. Please.” 

Your voice is strained from all the overstimulation. Matt’s hips are tensing, his thrusts becoming sloppy as he leans against your shoulder, struggling to keep himself propped up. 

“Are you sure, baby?” he asks, getting cut off by an elongated moan as he feels your walls pulse around him. 

“I need it. Need you to fill me up—”

The words barely leave your mouth. Matt can’t help but lose any restraint, allowing himself to let go as the warmth of his cum erupts deep inside of you. 

Your hands tangle in his hair. He lets his body fall limp on top of you, his lungs burning as he gasps for air. 

And then the sad thought crashes over you again. 

He’s leaving tomorrow. Tonight is all you have. 

Matt slowly retracts his softening dick, trying to not stare as he watches his cum drip from your swollen pussy lips. You laugh as he nearly drools, his eyes trained on the sight as he stands up. 

“Sorry.” he blushes, rushing to get a damp cloth. 

The second he leaves, you feel a wave of defeat. 

You’re not ready to wake up alone, you’re not ready to feel so far from him. 

Matt comes back quickly, apologizing under his breath as he cleans you up with a damp cloth. He notices the sad look on your face as he tries to hand you your underwear, knowing you usually like to at least have panties on when sleeping. 

“What’s wrong?” he asks, throwing the article of clothing back onto the ground carelessly as you hold an arm open for him. 

Matt slides on his back, resting against the pillows as you practically lay on top of him. “Hey, hey, hey,” he coos, feeling the dampness of your tears leak onto his neck, pulling you impossibly closer as you sniffle. 

“I—I…gonna—’m gonna miss you.” you stammer, choking on tears as you clutch onto him closer. 

His face furrows, his eyes fogging with an overflowing warmth as he loses his ability to hold his own tears back. 

“I’m gonna miss you too. So much.” he whispers. 

Matt continues to hold you in his arms. The two of you both fight off sleep as you try to take advantage of every minute you have left together. Random jokes, reminiscent memories…anything and everything is talked about under the moon until the sun starts to peek out into the sky. 

He’s exhausted. Waking up, he shuts off his alarm as quickly as possible, sighing in relief as he sees you still sound asleep. But he doesn’t regret it. In fact, he knows this night will keep him going when he starts to miss you really badly. 

He knows it’s gonna be okay as long as he’s coming home to you.

[chrisissobabygirl]

#bringbackdryhumping

"oh, fuuck," chris groaned, his voice strained as you rolled your hips against his thigh, the pressure sending a delicious shockwave throughout your body.

legs thrown over his lap, you leaned in, your lips barely brushing the shell of his ear as you exhaled a shaky breath. "chris," you moaned out in pure ecstasy, the noise only fueling chris to regain his tight grip on your hips. 

"you like this, hm? ya like gettin' off on my thigh, ma?" he murmured in your ear softly, a hint of a smirk on his face.

you dropped your head to see a wet patch—your arousal—on his jorts, your panties a wet mess, causing a red hue to cover your face in embarrassment.

"i-" you started to apologise, but chris wasn't having it.

"it's okay, baby. how else would i know if i'm doing well, huh?" he smirked, tilting your chin up, forcing you to meet his gaze. chris' hands slid down to your hips, forcing the friction again right where you needed it.

"fuck, chris, oh god-" you cut yourself off with a whimper, hips stuttering against him as heat coiled in your abdomen, the sensation intoxicating.

"thaat's it, baby. let go for me, c'mon." chris murmured, his voice smooth as silk but a little bit shaky. "you feel so good, ma." he groaned.

"c, i'm gonna come—oh, fuck!" a scream left your lips as the tension coiled in your stomach finally snapped, pleasure overtaking your body in a blinding wave.

you trembled, hands gripping onto chris' t-shirt as warmth travelled through your body, leaving you breathless. your mind felt hazy, the only thing keeping you from collapsing being your boyfriends firm grip on your waist and a ghost of a few kisses on your skin.

"mhm, just like that."

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I WANNA RIDE HIS NOSE HOLY FUCK