#sturniolo triplets˖ ࣪⊹

[absifofhws]

— MATT'S FIRST YEAR AT THE OFFICE ESPRESSO¡READER X LATTE¡MATT STURNIOLO

warnings: slight cliffhanger, kinda fluffy, cute latte¡matt, split pov. wc: 1078 (intended lowercase)

matt's pov:

it was my first anniversary at the office, working for her. i've now concluded that while she's a great boss, she'll never be my friend. I know nothing about her other than her stupid coffee order, and when she gets out of work, i mean, i don't even know when she leaves — she stays behind for hours after the rest of us. i guess that's what it takes to be successful at our age.

i get to the office a little earlier than usual, look at my laptop, and see my emails from her. i answer them before getting everyone's coffees. by lunch, i felt like something was wrong, i mean no one had mentioned the fact it was my first whole year here, and i had like no work to do, barely any emails. it was on the calendar, everyone's milestones at the company were celebrated, i guess everyone just forgot about me.

"ugh, whatever," i say in my head as i get back to work. thinking it wasn't that big a deal, i mean other than this, it was still the best i was treated at any job.

two hours later:

it was almost the end of my day at work, i went over to the office kitchen to grab my tupperware from the fridge, but instead i'm met by the whole team, circled around a cake and a large card on the big table.

"what's all this?" i ask as i awkwardly pull the tupperware out of the fridge.

"you didn't think we all forgot, did you?" she says with a smile. she looks almost proud at getting one over me, surprising me. that's when i realised she had purposely spent less time talking to me; she had also given me less work than usual, probably because she was busy planning this.

"uhm, yeah, i kinda just thought everyone forgot," i say, as i scratch the nape of my neck.

"yeah, no, we didn't forget, we just spent literally all day arguing about what cake we thought you'd like," she says with a small smile. maybe this was finally it, my chance to get closer to her, "ah, so this is what had everyone avoiding me today, you were surprising me," i say jokingly, rolling my eyes, acting annoyed.

"fine, if that doesn't make up for it, everyone can leave work early today, and i guess we can get a couple drinks at the bar opposite the office," she says as she hands me the knife to cut the cake, that smelt like, "it's a vanilla cake with coffee buttercream. thought you would like it, latte," she says with a small smirk, still on about that stupid nickname, but i kinda liked it coming from her.

i cut the cake while the rest of my employees congratulate me on my first year here. i soon came to realise what she had said, just a minute prior, 'the bar'? she had never ever gone to get drinks with us. maybe this is my chance to make friends with her.

i don't know where this idea of becoming friends with 'espresso' had come from, i think it was just about the challenge, breaking down someone's walls when they were so high up, impenetrable, almost. she never got close to anyone she worked with, and when i first got my job here, someone had told me not to even try, because she was, "she's sweet with a slightly bitter undertone. just like espresso."

we eat the cake, and pack the rest away. before walking across the street together, and the first drink she orders is an espresso martini, i should've known how deep the caffeine addiction runs, considering i literally get her 3 espresso shots a day.

"can i get a white russian?" i ask the bartender. he quickly mixes up the drink for me, before sliding it across the bar.

espresso¡readers pov:

"wow, another coffee addict, i guess i should've noticed, from all the lattes, right, latte," i say, with a joking smirk. "oh, haha, very funny, i was a barista while in college, i just got addicted to the taste of the stuff," he says trying to speak over the loud music, whilst matching my energy.

i felt kinda weird about talking to an employee outside work, i was usually the type of person to at most give a small head nod with a smile if i saw anyone in the street, acknowledging their existence but never taking part in conversation with them

"a barista? whilst doing financial management, right, at the university of boston?" i ask, looking over at him. making more eye contact with him than i ever had. "mhm, you remember my resume," he says, laughing a little. "so, why financial management?" i ask as i take my drink and sit in a quieter area of the bar, he follows just behind me.

"you want me to be honest?" he asks as he takes a sip of his white russian, i could smell the baileys from the few feet distance we had. "mhm, yea, be honest, you can't lie to your boss, i mean i can fire you," i say in jest, making him laugh a little. "well, i basically had no clue what i wanted to do, so i did the only thing i was kinda good at in high school, math," he says with a small shrug.

"wait, you went to college in london, right, imperial?" he says with a smile, trying to not give away the fact he had looked her up. "mhm, imperial, for biological sciences,"

we spend the rest of the evening getting to know each other, to the point that the rest of our colleagues had long gone home.

"so, here's a question for you: why do you never get close to any of your employees, i mean i feel like you have no friends at work?" he asks, which makes you shrug automatically. "i don't know. actually, i feel like it's a little easier having that part of my life separate," i say as we walk out to the area where your ubers were supposed to meet you.

"okay, well, i know your food orders off by heart. i think being friends isn't a jump, right?" he says with a grin as you both wait for the rides. "i guess not," before you could think about it. he puts his hand out for you to shake and says.

"well then, friends?"

similar au's: personalassistant¡chris and busyceo¡reader by @theyluvivi and employee matt and boss reader by chrattho1

au masterlist: latte¡matt sturniolo x espresso¡reader

taglist: - @courta13, tysm for joining my taglist <33

©ABSIFOFHWS 2025

[absifofhwslibrary]

uhm, this is literally incredible - like holy fuck...

⋆˚࿔ just the tip ⟢

messing around with best friend’s boyfriend!chris.

you recently found yourself in chris’ car, parked underneath a dark hidden spot just a few blocks away from your friend's house. he laid between your parted legs, pressing soft, wet kisses onto your neck while you rolled your head back against the fogged up window— giving him even more freedom to attack your flesh.

it wasn’t supposed to be this way; sneaking around your friend’s back due to some drunken mistake at a party a few weeks ago, but the way he fucked you and whispered all these little sweet nothings, had you running back to him for more— and as fucked up as it sounds, he loved it.

“i wanna fuck you so bad, baby.” he whispered, rubbing his straining hard cock against your inner thigh, igniting a moan from your pink, swollen lips. “yeah? you want that too, huh?”

you whine, squirming in your uncomfortable position, wanting to feel the hard rough fabric of his jeans against your clothed soaking cunt. your hands creep underneath the cotton fabric of his hoodie, running your fingernails down his bare back in a taunting manner that sends a shiver through his spine.

“we can’t— they’ll know.” you breathe out, letting his rough calloused hands unbutton your top, groaning at the sight of your sheer lacy, purple bra. he slowly pulled the fabric down, chuckling deeply to himself once your tits spilled out, his tongue lightly tracing your perky nipple. “oh, fuck.”

“yeah?” he slyly smirks, closing his lips around the bud and fluttering his eyes shut, humming while he sucks your skin purple. you arch your back, your hands coming up to intertwine your fingers with his brown curls, tugging on his soft locks. “god, you’re so pretty.”

“please.” you beg, whining at the loss of his touch once he pulled away, slipping off his hoodie. he had no shirt under, the sight of his silver chain gleaming underneath the poor light pole made your pussy ache with need.

chris’ veiny hands drop to the metal pull of his zipper, dragging it down with a cocky grin as his gaze locked onto yours— a rebellious, hungry look in your eyes answering all his untold questions.

“just the tip?” he whispers, palming his dick over his blue briefs, hissing at how badly his cock hurt from all the pent up tension. he didn’t need a verbal answer from you, he already knew what you wanted from the way you tauntingly slipped your thong to the side— your wet, glistening cunt on full display for him.

“this why you wore a fuckin skirt, huh?” he scoffs, hooking his fingers underneath the waistband of his drawers, his thick shaft springing out, tossing his head back while his hand tightly grips the base of his cock. “mm, baby.”

he lazily drags his cockhead up and down your sloppy folds, humming at the sound of your soft moan, rolling his head back at the feeling of your tight hole stretching around his mushroom tip.

“y’feel so good, babe— fuck.” he grunts, hovering over you to catch your lips in a sloppy, breathless kiss, panting against them. “m’not even all the way in— shit, baby, i need more.”

© 𝗆𝖺𝗍𝗍𝗌𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗅𝖾𝗍

note ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ wrote this a month ago 😓 very much feeling like going on a hiatus

[camzeecorner]

𝙼𝙰𝚃𝚃 𝚂𝚃𝚄𝚁𝙽𝙸𝙾𝙻𝙾 ₊˚ෆ 𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖 𝐏!𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐒

smut ღ dividers → @bernardsbendystraws ฅ^._.^ฅ

giving nerd Matt his first orgasm

matt sends you a nut video with sound

tying nerd!matt up for fun <3

taking away Matt’s stress

Matt being a pathetic slut

letting Matt fuck you raw for the first time

when Matt is in control

seriously please bring back dry humping

you’re busy, he’s needy. somehow you made it work

riding Matt while his brothers are downstairs

giving Matt his first handjob

titty sucking

after multiple pleas and begs you finally decide to sit on his face

showing your boy how much you love him

Matt wants to play with you

humiliating Matt on camera

“Don’t put it in! I’m serious” you scolded. “I’m sorry baby it slipped” Matt moaned in pleasure.

“Take a picture it’ll last longer” “how about a video? On your knees baby.”

You’ve pissed Matt off and he’s finally reached his limit

“Let’s go together, you know.. to save water”

“You look so good in that suit baby.”

Tag list - @shaquilles-0atmeal @monroesturnns @blahbel668 @mattssluttywaist @jetaimevous @ribread03 @meatballlover10 @mattslolita @sophand4n4 @riasturns @nickysturnss @emely9274 @sturns-mermaid @sturnshood @riasturns @strnilolover @mattsbrowser @cayleeuhithinknott @blushsturns @snoopychris @chrissweetheart @watermelonstarzz

[chrattvibe]

never do that shit again you sick fuck

[absifofhwslibrary]

okay this is so good, wtf <33

‎ ‧₊˚ ౨ৎ TA .ᐟ Matt x Bow .ᐟ Reader

Matt touches you in class.

⚠︎ exhibitionism, public sexual acts, teasing, praise

[ Can be read as a standalone but find part one here. ]

au masterlist

The classroom is buzzing with light chatter. Your heart is hammering against your chest, the pulse echoing to every part of your body—especially between your legs.

“You’re doing good,” Matt husks, his voice sultry with a double meaning. “-so good.” 

It’s torture the way he’s touching you. When Matt said he’d tease you during class, you never imagined he’d be this bold.

Matt pulled one of your legs across his lap underneath the table awhile ago. He has his fingers wrapped around your knee, keeping you spread wide open as he lets his other hand wander between your thighs.

“Matt,” you gasp, your eyes widening with shock as you feel the pad of his thumb brush against the bridge of your panties. He spares a slight smirk, licking over his lips before passing a quick glance around the classroom to make sure no ones paying too much attention to the two of you. 

Thankfully, no one is. All your peers are conversing in group discussion questions about the last chapter of the assignment while you’re stuck with him. 

When the professor had called on you at the beginning of class, you stuttered over an incoherent explanation of the details you were supposed to analyze. It wasn’t that you didn’t read it, it was the way Matt was staring through you while you were trying to answer. His icy eyes gleamed into you in a way that felt hypnotizing. 

Which led to him helping you one-on-one—just like he wanted. 

“What else happened, hm?” he tuts, clicking his tongue on the roof of his mouth as he focuses on the warmth radiating from your core.

“I, uh…um,” you trail off, dizzy as you feel his fingers lightly tracing higher and higher.

It fucking burns. The ache between your legs is painfully coherent, a desperation of desire ringing through your ears as you feel his finger glide up and down your folds over your underwear. 

“What’s that, sweetheart?” he husks, his eyes gleaming with mischief as he presses his fingers more firmly. 

“I—oh,” you suck in a shallow gasp of air, shifting in your seat. Your lips fall open as you feel him press the pads of his fingers firmly against your hooded clit. Your eyes squint shut as he begins to draw tight, small circles around the pulsating bud. 

“Shhhh,” he laughs, looking around with a proud grin. “Don’t wanna get us caught, hm?”

꒰ 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 ๑ 𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 ๑ 𝐂𝐎𝐏𝐘𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 ꒱

Intro/creds

A/N: For my darling, @oopsiedaisydeer <333

With love and big tits, Rose 🌹

[sturnsdarling]

“Take it”

You and Chris have had sex a thousand times, but this time, after a dirty comment you thought nothing of, Chris’ secret obsession comes to light

vibe check: pure smut, chris with a size kink, a tiny thing about it hurting in a good way, dirty talk, bigdick!chris, chris with a praise kink?, pet names, praise, creampie, reader cums from pen alone (the hayley's comet of sexual occurrences)

1k words

A/N: I saw this and i knew what i had to do…BIG DICK CHRIS🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️

love and cigs, merc

You and Chris were lost in ecstasy, one leg draped over his shoulder as the other hung round his waist. His head was rested against your knee, his perfect teeth grazing the bone as he thrust in and out of your sopping pussy, your walls milking him with every movement.

Your moans filled the room as his tip poked at your g-spot, pressing that perfect button over and over again. He groaned at the sight of your fucked out face, your mouth hung open as guttural sounds left your lips, cries of Chris' name rolling off your tongue as he nipped at the skin of your knee, lost in the feeling of your tight pussy around him.

"you feel so fucking good, baby" he groaned, his hand gripping at the flesh of your thigh as it rested on his hip.

You could only moan in response, reeling in the way his cock stretched out your walls, the sting being nothing compared to the bliss you felt as he relentlessly fucked you.

"so fucking pretty, taking me like this, so so pretty" Chris continued, rambling.

"mphm, Chris, you're so big" You moaned, thinking nothing of it as you spoke, his size being the only thing in your mind in that moment.

Chris' eyes snapped open, locking in on yours instantly as he continued to fuck you, something about your words making his brain tingle.

"whatcha say, ma?" he said, slightly breathless.

"you're so-" you cut yourself off with a moan, "y'so big, Chris"

Chris near enough growled, biting down on your knee before looking down to the bulge forming in your stomach as he pounded into you. He knew he was big, and he loved how well you always took him, but you'd never told him now big he was, and he never knew that was something he wanted to hear.

"say it again f'me" He slowed his pace, but increased his temperament, his hips slapping against yours with a sting as he thrust in and out of you, slow and hard.

You couldn't help but moan at the change in tempo, head craning back into the pillow, your mouth slung wide open.

Chris hand came to your jaw, pulling your head back to look at him with your cheeks gently squished between his fingers.

"tell me again, baby" He cooed, his tone stern but words soft.

"you-" you stuttered, "you're so big, Chris, stretching me out so fucking good" your brows were knit together, trying to get out every word coherently.

Chris groaned, fucking into your tight pussy impossibly hard, watching your begging eyes as he did. your words had set something off in him, and he was past the point of no return.

"you like it when I stretch you out like this? huh, princess? you love taking my big cock?" Chris questioned, eyes trained on yours.

"mhm" you moaned, biting down on your lip, "I love it, Chris"

Chris lowered his gaze to the bulge in your stomach once more, watching as his tip took fleshy shape in your skin. He couldn't help but moan, obsessed with how well you took him.

"y'take it so well, ma, y'take my cock like a lil champion, huh?" He muttered, looking back to you and brushing his thumb over your wet, plump lips.

You parted your lips, letting him slip his thumb into your mouth as he pressed it against your warm tongue. You wrapped your lips around his digit, sucking it with a moan as he pulled out of you almost completely, only to thrust back in with a brutal slap of his skin against yours.

He tugged at the flesh of your thigh, pulling your other leg over his shoulder and pressing your knees to your chest, his thumb leaving your mouth with a pop.

The new position gave him the perfect opportunity to hit you even deeper than before, his dick pressing into your cervix with a blissful ache.

"fuck, Chris, it hurts so good" you mumbled, tears pricking at your eyes at the ache of your contorted body, and Chris' weight pressed against you almost completely.

"be a good girl, and take it" Chris spat, setting a rapid pace into your perfect pussy.

He was relentless, pressing your legs tight against your chest as he laid almost all his weight down on top of you. His length thrust in and out of you, the sound of your juices mixed with the slap of his skin against yours acting as a backing track to both of your moans.

"give it to me, give it to me, give it to me" you moaned over and over again, unable to form a thought other than that simple request. Something about the dirty talk, mixed with the feeling of Chris' weight on you and his big dick stretching you out made that familiar knot tighten in your stomach, your whole body tingling as every hair on your skin stood on edge.

Chris was a moaning, whimpering mess, the sound of your begging making him feel lightheaded as he pounded into you. Your slick walls were clenching around him like a vice, and he knew he was done for.

"cum with me, princess, cum all over my big cock like a good girl" Chris said though gritted teeth, his tone somehow still soft and caring despite his pace.

As if on command, his words sent you over the edge, and with a cry of his name, you released sticky juices all over his length, the squelching sound of him fucking you through your toe curling orgasm making him reel.

He was seconds behind, filling you up with his cum, fucking it into you as he stuttered above you, pressing his weight further down onto the backs of your legs as he gripped and tugged at any skin of yours he could reach.

Your breathless moans filled the room as he stilled inside you, letting his cum soak into your walls and his length, unable to bring himself to pull out. His hand came to your hair as he rested his head against your leg, trying to catch his breath with fluttery eyes. You leaned into his touch, humming at his soft caress.

"so" you said, giggling slightly, "you like it when I tell you how big you are, huh?" you cheesed as he opened his eyes.

Chris chuckled and shook his head, pushing strands of sweaty hair out your face, "don't start" he grinned.

taglist: @sturniozalt@mattslolita@shaquilles-0atmeal@blahbel668@sleepysturniolo@le4hsblog @sarosfilms @joemamaaa42069 @2muchofaslvt @seluky10 @cherib3lla @jetaimevous @witchofthehour

[matts-247]

I wanna say something SO INAPPROPRIATE 🙏 (looks like he’s getting head🧎‍♀️)

[absifofhws]

— THEIR FIRST MEETING ESPRESSO¡READER X LATTE¡MATT STURNIOLO (personal assistant¡matt au)

warnings: none, just super awkward and cute latte¡matt, heavily inspired by tag jones from friends, split pov. wc: 838 (intended lowercase)

readers pov: today was the day, after 5 years of doing this without help, managing your own meetings and struggling to do this on my own, you were finally hiring a personal assistant. you team had already hired one on your behalf.

from what you've heard, he's in his early 20s and has great organisational skills. he doesn't have much experience in this field, but you had pushed the team to hire people with little experience so they could use this job to gain some.

you walked into the building, before getting into the elevator and getting off at the floor of your office. once you get there, you push open the slightly heavy dark oak door to reveal your office. a neat room with a dark wood desk in the centre, clutter on both sides, pens and random sheets of paper scattered across it, you quickly organise and set up for your day before you hear a knock at the door to signify your assistant was finally here.

"come in," you say before sitting down at the main chair at your desk, signing a couple papers as he walks in.

"matt, right?" you ask, your tone confident as usual. you could tell he was jittery and almost, wait, was he nervous? "yes, ma'am, matt," he awkwardly says as he walks up to your desk.

while he was nervous, you could definitely work with this, he was well dressed, looked smart enough.

"well, matt, i've made you a list of things i need for you to do, meetings and stuff, you'll have your own desk, the one in the room right across from mine, you won't be alone, there are others there with you. if you need any help, just email me, or talk to them any time, they're super helpful," you say with a warm smile, trying to be as welcoming as possible, as you could still tell he was nervous. you hand him the sheet of paper with all the tasks you needed completing from him. he takes the list in both hands, nodding as he listens to show you he was actively hearing what you were saying.

"and please, never call me ma'am again," you say in attempt to lighten the mood, you see matt's face get a little anxious before lightening up again when he could tell you weren't offended.

"no ma'am, got it," he says with a small smile, "for now, is there anything i could do for you, get you a coffee, anything?"

"uhm, i'll have an espresso and a pain au chocolat, but here, take the company card," you say as you slide the metal black card across the table for him.

"thanks," he says, taking the card and the paper with all his tasks on it, before walking out of the office, closing the door behind him.

matt's pov:

"god, why am i so anxious?" he mutters to himself as he walks down to the coffee shop nearby. "that was pathetic, really, matt? 'yes, ma'am, matt'?? you just need to stop talking," he says in his head, almost embarrassed at his prior words.

"she was pretty, though, didn't expect her to be so young," he thinks as he walks into the elevator.

30 minutes later:

"fuck, she's gonna be so pissed, i'm so late," he says in his head as he runs back to the office.

he knocks on the door and hears her say, 'come in.' well that's a good sign; she didn't shout. he walks into the room carrying a small potted plant and her espresso, pain au chocolat, and my latte.

"espresso," he says stiffly as he places the drink down on her desk, she looks up at him with a smile, noticing the latte in his hand, "latte," she says repeating in the same awkward tone, which makes him smile a little, knowing she clearly wasn't annoyed at his lateness, despite her lack of anger, hei felt the need to apologise profusely.

"before you say, i'm late, i really, really apologise, but i just wanted to thank you for not laughing in my face earlier, and i noticed there aren't any plants in your office. so i thought i'd bring you your first," he looks around the room and spots a large potted plant in the corner by the desk. she looks over at him with a small smile, nonetheless, as he continues to dig himself into a hole.

"there is a plant in your office," he says with an awkward smile, "yea, i guess there is," she says lightly chuckling at his awkwardness.

"so, i guess i shouldn't put being attentive as my best trait on my resume." he says trying not to laugh at himself. "you won't need one of those just yet, go, get some work done, latte, i think you might like it here," she says with a smile, "but before you go, i'll take that plant, looks nice," she says jokingly, before he can say anything.

"sorry, again, sorry, i promise it won't happen again," he fumbles over his words, in attempt to get himself back together. which makes her smile again as he walks out of the office.

random notes i had for this au:

for latte¡matt: - reminds me of a more awkward version tag jones from friends, but with a slight coffee addiction, obviously. - his feelings about espresso¡reader are unclear, for now. - attempts to be super sweet and helpful, and succeeds every time.

for espresso¡reader: - super confident and self-aware. she is super professional, but also light-hearted when she wants to be. - an excellent boss, and tries to be as nice as possible whilst maintaining professionalism. - jokingly acts stern before letting it go right away.

similar au's: personalassistant¡chris and busyceo¡reader by @theyluvivi and employee matt and boss reader by @chrattho1

au masterlist: latte¡matt sturniolo x espresso¡reader

©ABSIFOFHWS 2025

[absifofhwslibrary]

<33

ᴘᴀʟᴍ ᴛᴏ ᴘᴜꜱꜱʏ

…𝘪𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘳𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘱𝘩𝘦𝘳'𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥

smut, riding his hand, grinding, fingering, orgasm, overstimulation, dirty talk, squirting, subby!reader, softdom!chris, body worship, needy sex

word count - 800ish

You’re kneeling next to Chris’s legs, straddling his arm as it lies across the couch, the flat of his hand resting just where you need it. The position is almost too perfect, and you can’t help the needy whimper that escapes your lips as you begin to grind against the warmth of his hand.

Chris watches you, his eyes dark with desire, his breath heavy. You roll your hips slowly, savoring the pressure of his palm pressing firmly against you. His hand is broad enough to cover you, and you can feel every inch of his palm sliding against you as you move. You can’t get enough of it, his touch, his hand so big and flexed beneath you, and you want more.

“Chris,” you gasp, your voice trembling as you grind harder. “I want... want more.” You rock against him, pushing yourself down onto his hand, needing to feel the entire surface of his palm moving against you.

Chris groans, his eyes narrowing as he grits his teeth, his hips twitching upwards slightly in frustration. The angle is starting to hurt, the position of his arm not quite as comfortable for him as it is for you. He lets out a low, frustrated sound, his hand twitching under you as you continue to grind against him, caught between pleasure and pain.

“Fuck, baby,” he mutters, his voice thick with both pleasure and strain. “You’re so wet for me. You really want my hand that badly?”

You nod eagerly, your hips rolling against him, feeling the slickness of your pussy rubbing against his hand. The flat of his hand is a perfect fit, just enough pressure to make everything inside you burn with need. Your breath comes faster as you push down harder, feeling the heat of his palm spread across you as you move against him.

Chris’s groans soon grow more frequent, and his grip on the couch tightens. He shifts his wrist beneath you, trying to find a better position, but the angle doesn’t get much better. His hand presses harder, more insistent, and after a moment of watching you grind against him, he makes a decision.

“Fuck it,” he growls under his breath.

He quickly shifts his fingers, curling them, and you can barely process it before you feel the rough pads of his fingers pressing between your folds, dipping inside you with a firm, slow thrust. His thumb rubs your clit gently, and the sensation nearly makes you lose control, a low surprised moan wrestled out of you.

“Chris… please,” you breathe, already shaking from the mix of his hand and his fingers. “Need you. So bad.”

He grunts in response, his fingers curling inside you as he starts to pump them in and out, slow at first but increasing in speed as you start to move more urgently against his palm, rubbing your pussy on him as you lean forward, pressing your mouth to his shoulder. His thumb moves in perfect sync with the rhythm of his fingers, circling your clit, making your whole body shiver with pleasure.

Your hips move faster, your body almost frenzied as you try to chase the growing pressure building inside you. The combination of his fingers thrusting inside you and your grinding against his palm is enough to drive you crazy. You can’t stop, can’t slow down, your body taking over as you rub yourself against him. The friction against his wrist and the pressure of his hand on you are intoxicating, and it’s all you can do to hold yourself together.

“Going to… gonna cum,” you manage to whimper, holding onto him as you both continue your movements, loud cries spilling from your lips.

Chris groans, his grip tightening on your waist as he watches you come undone. “You’re so fucking perfect,” he murmurs, his voice ragged. “Look at you… riding my hand like that.”

You can barely focus on his words as the pleasure builds higher and higher inside you. You can feel the tension in your legs, in your core, building to the point of no return. Your breath is coming in quick, desperate gasps, and just when you think you can’t take it anymore, it crashes over you.

You cry out, your body shaking violently as you come, your thighs trembling as the release takes over. You grind harder against his hand, your movements becoming frantic as you ride out your orgasm, your clit throbbing under his touch.

Chris doesn’t stop. He keeps his fingers working inside you, his thumb still circling your clit, and the combination of it all sends you spiraling into another wave of pleasure. Your body quivers against his hand as you lose yourself, squirting liquid onto his sheets, your moans filling the air.

When you finally come down from the high, you’re left panting, your body flushed and spent. Chris pulls his hand away, his fingers soaked with your arousal, but he doesn't move. He just looks at you, eyes full of admiration.

“You’re fucking incredible,” he whispers, pulling you down into his chest as you catch your breath.

creds to rose for the dividers !! @bernardsbendystraws

a/n: im sorry im horny AS FUCK i just really want to ride his hand (and matt's)

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I just know Matt LOVES fingering

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i love this series smmmm, like its so good <333

⟡ ݁₊ welcome to the end of the world! (please leave your sanity at the door.)

𝒊𝒏 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒄𝒉 . . . four friends: nick, matt, chris, and you—find themselves stuck together at the end of the world, trying to survive a zombie apocalypse with nothing but their wits, a questionable supply of snacks, and zero emotional maturity. you’re just trying to stay alive without losing your mind—or falling for someone on the team.

𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 . . . mentions of blood, descriptions of a wound, romantic tension, slow burn.

CHAPTER TEN: NEW BLOOD, OLD WOUNDS

read more parts here!

you limp down the cracked sidewalk, leg aching, heart worse. the sky’s bleeding pink into a gray, tired dusk, and the group is quieter than ever. it’s like everyone’s waiting for someone else to break first. lana’s trailing behind chris and nick, arms crossed tight over her chest, eyes flicking to every shadow. she hasn’t said much since the diner, just quiet thanks and awkward silences. she doesn’t trust any of you yet, and, honestly? you don’t really trust her either.

you glance at matt. he’s walking ahead, again. not too far, but enough that it feels like a statement, a message. his jaw’s clenched. his knuckles white around his weapon. like if he just focuses hard enough, he can pretend he didn’t say something that shattered the air between you two like broken glass. and you wish you could stop replaying it…

“we kissed once. it doesn’t have to mean anything.”

it meant everything. even if he’s too afraid to admit it.

nick finally breaks the silence, walking backward like a tour guide in a war zone. “okay. i vote we find shelter and maybe have a full group therapy session, but like, in a chill, emotionally repressed way.”

“we’re not stopping yet,” matt says without looking back.“dude,” nick deadpans, “you’re limping. she’s bleeding. chris has been muttering to the cat for twenty minutes.”

“he has a name,” chris snaps, holding whiskers tighter. “and he’s helping me emotionally process our near-death experience.” lana finally speaks. “there’s a place up ahead. small house. boarded up, but i saw it on the way in. it looked empty.” matt hesitates. eyes narrow. “you’re just now mentioning that?” she shrugs. “you didn’t ask.”

nick raises a brow. “oh, cool. i love when strangers maybe lead us into traps. very fun for me personally.” but no one has a better option, so you go. the house is small. half-swallowed by vines, windows thick with grime. the door creaks open with a sound like a dying animal. but it’s quiet. still. no fresh blood, no smell of rot. for once… it feels safe.

nick checks the back, chris sets up a sleeping spot for whiskers, and lana sits in the farthest corner, hugging her knees like she wants to disappear into them. you collapse against a wall, pressing a cloth to your leg. it stings, bad. you’re trying to hide how much it hurts, but matt notices. of course he does. he crosses the room, dropping his pack next to you without saying a word. pulls out gauze. alcohol. tape. you blink at him. “i can do it myself.”

“you shouldn’t have to,” he mutters, not meeting your eyes. and before you can argue, he’s kneeling in front of you, carefully peeling back the cloth, your breath catches. because even now, even when you’re angry and hurting and full of everything you never said.

his hands are gentle.

he doesn’t look up, just focuses on the wound. “i didn’t mean to say what i said like that.” you don’t respond. he dabs the alcohol and you flinch. he curses under his breath. “sorry.”

“why’d you say it then?” you ask, voice quiet. he pauses. tape in hand. “because,” he finally says, “you make me forget that we’re not safe. that this could all be gone in a second. and i—i can’t lose you.” you swallow. “so your solution is to push me away?” he looks up at you now. eyes dark and tired and pleading. “i’m not good at this,” he says. “but i’m trying. i want you. even if it’s stupid. even if it’s risky. i just… don’t know how to be in love and be in survival mode at the same time.”

your heart stops. “in love?”

his eyes widen just slightly. like he didn’t mean to say it. like the words slipped out before he could stop them. but he doesn’t take them back. you don’t say anything, just stare at him like the floor’s disappeared under you. he finishes taping your leg, slower now. hands lingering. breath shallow.

then, suddenly—

a crash from outside.

everyone jumps. nick swears. chris grabs a pan. lana stands, wide-eyed. you freeze. matt stands, already moving toward the window. “stay here.”

“like hell i am,” you say, following him. and when you peer through the cracked slats, your blood runs cold. figures. three of them. not undead. alive. armed. heading straight for the house.

not zombies. people.

matt turns to you, low and panicked. “we’ve got company. and not the good kind.”

“you think they saw us?” as if on cue, a voice beamed from outside.

“we know you’re in there. come out with your weapons down. you’ve got ten seconds.” everyone’s frozen. you look at matt, matt looks at you back. and all of that tension, all the fear, the love, the mess of feelings…is right there between you again. he steps closer, matt grabs your hand and holds it. “if we make it out of this,” he says, “we’re not ignoring this anymore. okay?” you squeeze his hand. “okay.” the door rattles. you all lift your weapons. outside, the countdown begins.

“ten… nine… eight…”

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[evie-sturns]

omfg how him trying to act like he’s not rock hard while you’re yapping to him

the deep breaths omg

[mattsweethart]

𓈒 𓈒 𓈒 SEX TAPES

NSFW P!Links that remind me of Chris Sturniolo or resemble him. X links.

TAPE 1 . filming backshots

TAPE 2 . fucking your thighs

TAPE 3 . he’s absolutely feral for you

TAPE 4 . pounding you until you’re vibrating

TAPE 5 . he finds your sex toys and wants to use them

TAPE 6 . tits or ass? well…

TAPE 7 . red lingerie is his favorite on you…

TAPE 8 . he loves your tiny little shorts

One sweetheart to another, Jess ♥️

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⋮ ♯ ZENITH & MAK'S KINKY HOUR ; ⤷ TENTACLES .ᐟ

ㅤㅤㅤ ...ㅤ FEAT. CHRIS STURNIOLO ❞

WARNINGS: nsfw. smut. explicit content. tentacle kink. dildo play. oral sex. anal play. overstimulation. established relationship.

the night was warm, the kind that made your skin stick to itself, and chris and y/n were still buzzing from their movie date at a rundown cinema downtown; they’d watched some bizarre japanese action flick—tentacle terror: rise of the kraken—all fast cuts, bad dubbing, and a giant octopus wreaking havoc. 

chris, in his usual getup (baggy jeans, a faded vans tee, and a backward snapback), had spent half the movie whispering dumb jokes in y/n’s ear, his hand sneaking to her thigh during the quieter scenes. but he’d noticed something—y/n’s breath hitching, her legs squeezing together, her cheeks flushing every time that damn octopus’s tentacles slithered across the screen, wrapping around screaming actors in ways that were… suspiciously kinky. he didn’t say shit, just filed it away, his grin growing as they left the theater, her hand tucked in his, her denim skirt swishing as they walked to her apartment.

it was chris’s first time at y/n’s place, a small, cluttered studio in a converted warehouse, all exposed brick and fairy lights, with a couch covered in throw blankets and a kitchenette piled with takeout containers. they’d been dating a few months—long enough for chris to know she was freaky in bed but not how freaky. 

“your place is dope,” he said, kicking off his scuffed vans, his eyes scanning the posters of indie bands and neon signs. y/n, in her white blouse and skirt, laughed, tossing her purse on the counter, her hair a mess from chris’s fingers in the theater.

“bathroom’s down the hall, second door on the right,” she said, grabbing a soda from the fridge, her voice casual but her cheeks still pink from the movie. 

chris nodded, sauntering off, but his directionally challenged ass fucked it up, pushing open the first door instead. he froze, his jaw dropping, snapback tilting as he took in the sight.

the room was small, lit by a single red bulb, and it was a goddamn kink dungeon: a black velvet curtain hung on one wall, a shelf held neatly coiled ropes, a riding crop, and a pair of fuzzy handcuffs, and a drawer was cracked open, revealing a collection of toys—vibrators, plugs, and… holy shit, a silicone octopus tentacle dildo, all suction cups and tapered curves, glowing faintly under the light. chris’s eyes widened, his cock twitching in his jeans, a slow, filthy grin spreading across his face. 

“oh, she was not kidding about those tentacles,” he muttered, thinking back to the movie, his mind racing with ideas.

he grabbed the tentacle dildo, its weight heavy and slick in his hand, and sauntered back to the living room, holding it behind his back, his grin pure mischief. y/n was sprawled on the couch, sipping her soda, oblivious, until she saw his expression—half-teasing, half-hungry. 

“what’s that look?” she asked, her voice wary, her thighs pressing together instinctively.

chris flopped onto the couch, leaning close, his breath hot against her ear. “so, uh, i might’ve gone to the wrong room,” he said, his voice low, playful, pulling the dildo out and dangling it between them, the suction cups glinting. y/n’s eyes widened, her soda nearly slipping, her face flushing crimson as she scrambled to sit up.

“chris, oh my god, i—fuck, it’s not what it looks like,” she stammered, her hands flying to her face, her heart pounding with dread. she was sure he’d laugh, mock her, or worse, bolt—her kinks laid bare, too weird, too much. but chris just chuckled, his laugh warm, not cruel, his hand cupping her cheek, his thumb brushing her lip.

“babe, you think i’m gonna clown you for this?” he said, his voice soft but dripping with want, his eyes dark. “that movie had you squirming, and now i find this? fuck, i’m into it.” he tossed the dildo onto the couch, pulling her into his lap, her skirt riding up, his hands gripping her thighs. “wanna play with it? because i’m down to make you scream.”

y/n’s breath hitched, relief and arousal crashing through her, her pussy already wet from the movie and now this—chris, her boyfriend, not just accepting her kink but eager for it. “you’re serious?” she whispered, her hands clutching his shirt, her hips shifting against his hardening cock.

“fuck yeah,” he said, kissing her hard, his tongue sloppy and hungry, his hands sliding under her blouse, tugging it off to reveal her bare tits, her nipples hard. “gonna fuck you raw, babe, and use that freaky toy ‘til you’re a mess.” he shoved her skirt up, yanking her panties down, his fingers finding her clit, rubbing slow circles, making her moan, her head tipping back.

“chris, fuck,” she gasped, her hands fumbling for his jeans, shoving them down, his cock springing free, thick and leaking, the tip red. 

he groaned, his hips bucking as she stroked him, her grip tight, her thumb smearing precum. he grabbed the tentacle dildo, its silicone cool and flexible, and slicked it with lube from the coffee table drawer—y/n was prepared, and that made him grin wider.

“you ready, freaky girl?” he teased, his voice husky, his free hand pinning her wrists above her head, her body arched on the couch. she nodded, her eyes glassy, her pussy dripping, her thighs spread wide. he teased her entrance with the dildo’s tapered tip, the suction cups catching faintly, making her whimper, her hips rocking. “fuck, you want this bad,” he murmured, sliding it in slow, the stretch making her moan, her walls clenching around the toy’s textured length.

“chris, oh god,” she whined, her voice high, body trembling as he worked the dildo deeper, thrusting it slow, the suction cups dragging against her, sending shocks through her core. he leaned down, sucking her nipple, his teeth grazing, his other hand stroking his cock, his moans muffled against her skin.

“so fuckin’ hot,” he groaned, pulling the dildo out, slick with her arousal, and tossing it aside. he lined his cock up, thrusting into her raw, her pussy tight and wet, the stretch making them both moan, his hips snapping hard, the couch creaking. 

“you like that, huh? my cock and your freaky toy?” he panted, his voice rough, his hands gripping her hips, bruising.

“yes, fuck, chris, harder,” she begged, her nails digging into his shoulders, her legs wrapping around him, her pussy pulsing, her orgasm building. 

he grabbed the dildo again, teasing her ass with it, the lube making it slick, the tip slipping in just enough to make her gasp, the double sensation—his cock in her pussy, the toy in her ass—pushing her over the edge.

“cum for me, babe,” he growled, thrusting deep, the dildo moving in sync, her moans turning to screams, her body convulsing, her pussy clenching his cock, her ass gripping the toy. she came hard, her vision blurring, her body shaking, her cum soaking his cock, dripping onto the couch.

chris groaned, his thrusts sloppy, his cock throbbing as he came, spilling hot and thick inside her, his hips jerking, his moans loud and raw. “fuck, you’re unreal,” he panted, collapsing onto her, their bodies sweaty, tangled, the dildo still in her ass, forgotten in the haze.

y/n laughed, breathless, her hands in his hair, tugging his snapback off. “thought you’d run,” she said, her voice soft, vulnerable, but chris just kissed her, slow and deep, his cock still inside her, his grin goofy as ever.

“run? babe, i’m keepin’ this tentacle shit in rotation,” he teased, making her laugh, their bodies pressed close, the apartment warm, the night alive with their shared secret.

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THEY ARE LITERALLY BOTH THE PERFECT HEIGHT FOR A COUNTER SEX