#the sturniolo triplets smut

[bambi-slxt]

cockwarming chris:

✨a concept✨

"you need it?"

"yeah..."

"come here then," he says, his voice low and deep. "come sit on my cock."

you almost scrambled to his lap, but chris put a hand on your shoulder.

you whined in desperation.

his lips twitched into a grin for a half second. "behave. i'll give you everything you want if you just be good, yeah?"

you nodded, quickly and with abandon.

"be good for me, uh huh?"

"i will. i promise."

he smiled. "that's my girl. come here."

chris took hold of your thigh, moving it over his lap and settling it on his side, your body straddling his.

"go on," he whispered. "show me what you want."

your hands fumbled with the elastic hem of his shorts, tugging them just below the hardening bulge of his cock. encasing it in your hand with a whimper, you began to pump him up and down, up and down...

chris's lips parted with a pleasured sigh as his eyes closed and his feathery lashes fanned his cheeks. "sit on me, sweet girl," he groaned, "please."

you needed no further direction. shifting your weight to your knees and positioning your slick cunt above his cock. chris's tip twitched and hit your clit, eliciting a groan from deep within your stomach. his precum-leaking slit pressed against your entrance, and as you sank down worshipfully around him, chris lifted a gentle knuckle to your chin. "look at me."

you gasped, your stomach full of him, your back held secure by his other, unoccupied hand, your bottom lip pulled into a pout by his thumb, your eyes held in an unforgiving, electric blue gaze.

"you feel so good on top of me, pretty girl," chris said softly. "so good."

"th-thank you," you stuttered out.

"too much?"

"n-no."

he chuckled, brushing a strand of hair away from your eyes. "there she is. my pretty girl."

"mhm," you moaned, unable to look at him any longer. your head dropped to his shoulder and your hands wrapped themselves around his shoulder blades, your pussy spritzing with pleasure as you felt his heart beat through his cock.

"i know," he murmured, carding his fingers through your hair. "i know. i'm here. i got you."

"n-needed-fuck-needed you so-so bad," you whimpered.

"just wanted to be filled up, huh?"

"yeah," you said with a pout.

"you missed me today, didn't you. couldn't stop thinking about this."

you tightened your grip on his skin in response.

"just wanna be a good girl for me, makin' me feel good...wanna be stuffed full of me."

chris kissed the top of your head as he stroked your hair. "you're the best girl ever. my pretty little girlie."

"yeah?" you cried softly, your voice high and quiet.

"of course, mamas," he replied. "of course you are. you're so good to me." chris's arms flexed around you, holding you close to him. your puffy clit brushed against the soft, warm skin above his cock. you whined into his neck. "i know," he purred. "i know. it's a lot, huh?"

"yeah...i like it though."

"yeah? you like keeping my dick warm?"

you couldn't help but giggle. "yes."

you felt chris smile against your temple. "you're so silly."

"i love you," you whispered, kissing the veins hidden beneath his skin. "i love you a lot."

"i love you," he grumbled, "tons more than you love me, actually."

"who's dick riding who, exactly?" your sass was cut off by the sudden, snapped thrust of his hips into yours. a broken gasp stumbled from your lips as your already-leaking pussy began to cry onto his pelvis.

"something wrong, ma?" his eyes glittered with mischief.

"you're a dick," you said matter-of-factly, utterly unsurprised but incredibly happy when he leaned forward, laying your back against the bed as his body hovered over yours, cock buried to the hilt inside of you.

"am i?" he crooned, sliding slowly out of you.

"y-yes," you panted, your walls clenching, trying desperately to keep him close to you.

his tip made your folds bulge as it slipped out.

"i h-hate you."

chris didn't reply. he only smiled, his head tilted as he lowered his cock back into you, slow but unrelenting, giving you no pause to adjust to him, drinking the view of your brows furrowing, your lips parting to make way for your breathy sighs, your pulse throbbing in your neck.

"no you don't," he said sweetly, balancing on one tensed, veiny hand as he brushed your cheek with his other. "you're addicted to me, and you know it."

you couldn't help but nod. he was right.

chris was always right.

"that's my precious girl."

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[recklessmatt]

nsfw alphabet - m.s ᯓ ᡣ𐭩

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

matty boy is just the sweeeeetest and bestest at aftercare, he’ll make sure you’re doing okay, if you need any snacks or water, if you need a bath, if you need a massage, you name it he’s ready. 

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

matt LOVES your thighs omfg he loves it when they’re wrapped around his head while hes eating you out and he loves feeling them up when you’re sitting on his lap or even just sitting next to him at a restaurant

OH AND HES A TIDDY MAN !!! matt loves his hands, especially when they’re accesorized with rings and he notices you tend to stare at em a lot so he flexes them on purpose to get you riled up. he loves feeling you clench around them when hes fingering you mmmm

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

matt likes to cum in you or in your mouth mainly because it’ll be easy to clean up but im like 99% sure he has a breeding kink so the feeling of him cumming in you gets him so turned on

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

he likes to be submissive. he loves when you take control and ride him until he cries he thinks its so hot 

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

i wanna say matt is experienced but not like pro level, probably like 2 bodies max, like he knows enough to get you going and he would probably do research on how to please you even more ngl and he would love to learn from you if you’re more experienced than he is

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

missionary or the one where you guys are both on your sides like spooning, he loves looking in your eyes and he loves to hold you (and your boobies)

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

i think matt would take this more serious than goofy bc he sees it as sensual and intimate but he’ll definitely joke around with you afterwards. he would finish WHILE STILL INSIDE OF YOU then be like “wanna get ice cream” 

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

matt i wanna say is nicely shaved, little to no hair because he wants to feel clean and put together

i don’t think matt cares what you do, he does prefer if you were groomed but then again he doesn’t care just do whatever the fuck you want he’s going down on you no matter what, he’s called matt the munch for a reason

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

matt is a soft dom so he is definitely romantic, but he also loves to get down and nasty and call you a slut at times but he loves praising you especially saying something like “you look so pretty, taking me so well baby” AHHHHH

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

i don’t think matt jerks off as often now that he has you, but he definitely will at times hoping you will catch him so you can dick him down

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

blindfolds, he loves seeing you squirm just by his touch not able to see and not knowing what will come next and he also loves to be blindfolded as well when you take control. it’s such a different feeling and it makes his orgasm feel so good

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

the bedroom, it’s a safe spot and you know, what happens in the bedroom stays in the bedroom. BUT he also loves the car, he likes the risk of possibly getting caught and because it’s a small space you guys are really close to each other

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

overstimulation and whining, he loves seeing you try to grab him and push him away when it gets too much for you, he loves to hear you whine and cry for him

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

pegging and threesomes. he doesn’t like to share you

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

OH THIS MAN LOVESSS TO GIVE YOU HEAD !!! he does it for his pleasure and ofc yours but the feeling of you trying to push his head away from sensitivity makes him want to keep going and he loves fingering you while sucking on your clit but he’ll never deny receiving from you, just don’t expect him to be quiet because babygirl he’s gonna be whining and groaning so loud

mattthemunchmattthemunchmattthemunchmattthemunchmattthemunch

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

honestly it depends on the day, but matt is so sweet he loves the intimacy and the feeling of going slow and deep and he wants to take his time with you but he’ll definitely have his rough sex moments

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

matt prefers to take his time with you but he’ll never deny a quickie when you’re both feeling it

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

i think matt is open to about anything to a certain extent, he likes to experiment and he lowkey likes the risk of getting caught

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

mmm i wanna say 2-3 rounds average, but if he’s looking to overstimulate you, probably 8 rounds. he has a lot of stamina idk why

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

he doesn’t own any himself because he has you but if you were to own a vibrator he’d want you to try it on him. or if you had a dildo he’d probably use it to fuck you as a tease like does this fuck you better than i do baby?”

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

matt lovessss to tease you. he loves to see you begging for more

he won’t admit it but he does like when you tease him in public 

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

matt is more of a groaner and whimperer tbh, he doesn’t dirty talk a whole lot but when he does, oh man you are GONE. he’s so good at dirty talk omg

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

hockey player matt! (like duhhh)

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

hmmm, i’d say matt is pretty average just a little bigger, he fills you up perfectly, all snug in there, it turns him on to see his bulge through your stomach while he’s fucking you

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

i don’t think he’s THAT horny but he’s just always down to fuck

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

matt would wait until you fall asleep first so he knows you’re doing okay, he would rub your back or pet your hair to make you sleepy and comfortable. it’s rare when he falls asleep before you.

CHRIS VERSION

author's note: hola i made a matt version, i have nothing else to say, goodbye stay sexy mwah <3 HAPPY 1K TO RECKLESSMATT AHHHHHH GRATEFUL FOR ALL YOU SEXIES !!!

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[mattsfavbigtitties]

Taboo/ Matt S.

MASTERLIST TAGLIST

Warnings: dom/sub dynamics, corruption of innocence, priest kink, creampie, no protection, virgin kink,

Summery: After Sunday service, Father Matthew teaches you a new lesson you've never heard of.

KINKTOBER MASTERLIST

★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★

One afternoon, your mother comes into your room seeing you watch cartoons. She tells you that you need to focus more on the Lord and quit watching that mind boggling rainbow pony show all the time.

She repeats that next time at church, she'll have the new priest give you more insight on the oh so precious Lord above.

You reluctantly agree in spite of your mother running everything you do and don’t. That Sunday, your mother makes sure to bring it up to the new head priest, Father Matthew, about “possibly more lessons on the Bible” as she put it.

And of course(to your unfortune) he agreed to teach you some “very physically embracing readings”. A little suspicious if you ask yourself. You were well aware of most things in life.

Having looked at social media on school computers and using a friend's phone a few times. You knew basic knowledge like, sex ed and (most) bad things happening around other cities. You had a very curious mind which sometimes led you to some crazy encounters and punishments from your parents.

Soon enough, the end of service came; your parents and all the others said goodbyes to one another, leaving you with Father Matthew; alone.

“Come along to the back, dear.” Father made a wave of his hand toward himself to have you follow him, the other held his own Bible. He walks down the hallway to one of the back classrooms; you follow behind in small steps.

Your hands clasped together at your front, fiddling with your nails. In the room is a long rectangle table filled with chairs. You take a seat on one of the far chairs away from the door, Father Matthew grabbed something from within a drawer and sat beside you.

“Should I get a Bible?” You ask, moving slightly as you get up to grab said item. Yet Matthew’s arm stops you from getting up as he says, “No need, I’ve already got everything needed.” and sends you a mischievous smile.

He let his hand run across your white lace trim, feeling the slight tremble of your stomach as you scooch back a bit to get away from the wandering fingers.

“W-what are you doing?” “You know, you’re very beautiful, dear.” His eyes dart from your waist to your own eyes and he sees the anticipation build in them.

He smirks and proceeds to move his hand down further to your floral covered thigh. You swallow slowly, reaching both hands to cover Matthew’s in a way to stop him.

“Are we-not doing the lesson?” Your voice holds confusion mixed with surprise and happiness.

You weren’t really looking forward to spending this afternoon at church still with Father Matthew when your favorite show is hosting a new season that very night. You were very much excited for it!

“I have a different kind of lesson ready for you. It involves you bending over and lots of physical touch.” Your eyes widened at the words coming out of his mouth, Father Matthew’s mouth. You never would’ve thought you’d be in this predicament.

The new pastor of the very church you grew up in, wanting to essentially have sex with you? Or was this all a dream? You knew you had thought of Father Matthew as the most handsome man you’d ever seen, but was it really that deep you’d dream about him in this way?

And to think this would be the first man you’ve ever had to sleep with; if you agree of course. “F-father Matthe-” You get interrupted, “Just Matt is fine, sweetheart.”

You go on with your sentence, “Father Matt, what are you saying?” You want to make sure you heard him right and if so, you really would like to do it. And as you've heard from a few friends, it's feels very, very good. He chuckled at your furrowed brows and rubbed his thumb along the side of your thigh.

You clenched your thighs slightly to try and calm the tingling sensation between them, but enough to have Matt feel the movement.

“You know what I mean, dear. I want to fuck you. So hard that all you’ll feel for days is my dick reminisce.”

You gasp at his words.

You could hear your own heart pounding. For once in your life, you actually feel like your on fire. You feel your ears get hot and

And before you can said anything in response, he grabbed ahold of your jaw and pulled you in for a bruising kiss. His lips immediately moved against yours with a sense of urgency, as you let him take charge.

His hand tightened on your thigh and moved closer to your clothed sex. You melted into him, your body instinctively curling closer, jolts going through your spine. You had never imagined this would happen.

Never imagined you’d be kissing a man like this, let alone the priest of your church; Father Matt. It just felt so right.

He pulled back just enough to murmur against your lips, "Such a good girl. My gorgeous sweetheart."

Pressure building in your head as your blood pumped hard in your veins; you whimpered pathetically as Father Matt lapped at your drooling mouth.

Matt hooked his fingers underneath the hem of your dress, lifting it all the way to just below your tummy, revealing your bare skin and pale white panties with a bow at center. He chuckled in amusement at the cute display before standing up.

He pulled your body with him and shoved your front hips against the table as all you could do was stand in shock. "You want my cock, sweetheart? You ever felt one imside before?" His eyes trailed down your curves, rubbing his thumbs along your sides, sending chills across your back.

You hummed in acknowledgement and shook your head, "This will be my first one Father."

He hiked up your dress for a second time and hurriedly slid your panties to the side, his fingers digging into the fleshy parts of your ass.

Right then, Matt smirked as he rolled his kackis and boxers down his thighs just enough to slide his stiff cock out.

"A virgin Mary, huh." He stated from behind, misheivious tone to the infamous words.

He massaged his length against your opening, his mouth drooping open in awe of how tight you felt already. For a moment, the way his head grazed against your throbbing clit nearly intoxicated you enough to forget he was the(very handsome and good looking) priest.

Father Matt partially lined up his own throbbing length between your legs before thrusting it inside of you; no warnings.

Your scream echoed through the room you were in, not expecting such brutal force from such nice man. Though you do know the saying 'don't judge a book by its cover'. In this case, you should've.

The room became seemingly filled with the sounds of your sex, echoing back to you off of every surface. The very walls of the house of God you worship.

His hands wandered up to your prominent, bulging chest. He squeezed and prodded before finally tugging down your bust area along with your bra cups.

He flicked your nipples ambitiously getting multiple whines and whimpers falling from your plush lips with jerks of your hips back against him.

Matt raised a single hand to your mouth, concluding your loudness was just a bit too loud. You clawed at the wooden table as you let your screams muffle into Father Matt's hand.

"What if someone were to come in, slut? Ohh, I bet you'd like that huh? Want someone to catch sweet little 'ol Y/n, the oh so innocent church girl, fucked so deep in the guts she doesnt even know what's happening." The sensation of Matt's cock sliding against your walls rapid was so intense that you started to crawl away from him.

He clawed your hips, pulling you back hard onto him. "Where you running to, dear? Is my dick that good you can't handle it?" He said, refocusing his thrusts to hit that special spot once more.

Mere seconds away from a new feeling coarsing through your lower half, Matt ceased his thrusts and pulled away, leaving you out of breath and starving for more.

His fingers gribbed your hips and-not so gracefully-flipped you around so you were sat on the table, legs spread wide with him in between. He continued on and lined his cock up once again to your aching cunt, shoving his whole length as deep as your pussy aloud him to.

You could barely release a breath as your walls stretched around the strange but pleasured feeling. Your body moved in small jerks as you became accustomed to his size again.

His hand drifted curiously down your mound, brushing over your slicked lips that seemed to open and welcome him in. "You're my best girl, right sweetheart? Gonna cum for me? Your first ever orgasm, pretty. And it's all for me." Your breath sputtered at the foriegn feeling as his fingers explored how wet you were for him in such limited time, playing with your clit, rubbing side to side until your thighs began to shake.

"Uh! Uh-huhhh, 'm gonna-yeah" You gulped out.

Almost as if your orgasmic feeling from before was simply put on hold for only seconds, the way Father Matt's dick prodded at your g-spot had you quickly moaning and begging for more of whatever pleasure you could get.

Your legs shook violently, your combined wetness squelching between your thighs, as your orgasm pulsed over you in quakes, washing you in a mix of chills and warmth as your legs shook in tremors of glorious pleasure you really never thought you'd ever feel.

A tear streamed down your cheek as his dick practically consumed all the air from inside your lungs. He reach a hand to wipe a single tear off your flushed pink cheeks as he chuckled and watched your face contort in numerous different expressions. Most of pure joy and pleasure.

Father Matt started pounding you so good that your eyes rolled to the back of your head, the weight of your head lolling back and forth on each of your shoulders.

He devoured you whole with his dark, lustful gaze. Your mind slipped away into the intense mix of pain and pleasure you felt from his heavenly dick, absolutely stretching you to your final limit.

”L-love this! Cumming, Father!" You eyes squeezed tightly together, hips rotating up and down, wanting impossibly more friction against your clit.

At these words, Matt rolled his hips more intensely. You cried out, unable to move as his body weight pinned you down. Elbows on the table around your head. His groans became loud and unsteady as your tightness and clenching sucked him right back in.

"I'm gonna cum." He groaned into your neck, his teeth grazed your sensitive, flushed skin.

He held you tightly against him as he pumped his full load into you, painting your insides with his sticky liquid.

Soon after, Matt pulls out and cleans both of your bodily fluids up as you starighten out your dress and wipe away any tear tracks.

"Why don't I take you home, dear?" Father Matthew smiled kindly, advancing his hand for yours.

You grinned back, lacing your fingers with his.

"As long as we can do it again, Father Matt."

★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★

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[nicksbestie]

CHRIS AND NIPPLE PIERCINGS I WILL NEVER SHUT UP ABT THIS

OH YOU HAVE SUCH A GOOD POINT.

the way this could go two separate ways

chris with his own nipples pierced

or chris obsessed with his girlfriends nipple piercings

but he also has such sensitive nipples (as he’s said himself) that i’m secretly obsessed with the idea of him having them

imagine pulling gently or pinching them just to watch him squirm

….i should write a fic on him getting them done

[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.

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[strnlslut]

THE SMIRK??? IS HE PUSHING IT DOWN?????

[autumnmatt]

𝘨𝘰 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘭𝘦𝘦𝘱 𝘣𝘢𝘣𝘺.

summary: matt is playing fornite with his two brothers and he gets to loud when he keeps losing, causing his girlfriend to wake up from her slumber.

classification: fluff

warnings: kissing, pet names, suggestive language, use of y/n

it was about 3 in the morning and you were fast asleep in yours and matts bed, snuggled up in a blanket with matts stuffed pug mr. wrinkleton tucked under your arm.

matt on the other hand was in the middle of a very intense fornite match with his brothers nick and chris. there were about 10 people left in that match and your boyfriend was very determined to win.

all was going good during the game play until him and his brothers came across this very sweaty team. “on me on me!! these kids are good I need backup quickkk” matt yelled to nick and chris through his headset.

he then faced one of the opposing teammates but of course he lost the battle between them and got knocked. “FUCKKKKK” he screamed out of frustration. nick also got killed a little while after matt did by the same person.

y/n wasn’t that much of a heavy sleeper so when he started to yell out, she shifted in bed a little opening up her eyes to see what the yelling was coming from.

she looked up and saw the bright screen in front of her with fornite being played along with her boyfriend sitting in his gaming chair banging on the desk from just getting killed. she puts the blanket over her head and closes her eyes in an attempt to fall back asleep.

“CHRIS DUDE YOURE SO BAD THOSE KIDS WERE ASS” matt yells, slamming his controller on the desk making a very loud sound that could be heard throughout the room.

y/n tossed and turned once more slowly losing the battle of getting back to sleep. so she got up, yanked the covers off of her body, and started sleepily walking over towards matt, dragging her feet with every step she took.

once she made it over to the chair where he sat she stood there, waiting for matt to realize she was standing here. and once he did he could see the pout forming on her lips, instantly feeling guilt for being so loud so late at night.

“oh baby I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you.” he frowned, muting his mic and taking his headset off then holding his arms out to her and patting his lap, inviting her to come sit down.

she straddled him and rested her head on his shoulder, enjoying the comfort of his warm body and taking in his familiar scent, the scent she loved most.

“go back to sleep baby, I promise I’ll keep it down”. he said and kissed the top of her head, wrapping his arms around her so that he could still have access to the controller also slowly rubbing up and down on her lower back.

“come to bed with me.” she groaned into his shoulder. she was already strarting to fall back asleep.

“of course I will baby.” he smiled taking his hands off the controller putting the headset on one last time to tells his brothers his was going to sleep. he shut of his computer, put his headset and controller up and gently picked her up to bring to the bed.

you wrapped your arms around his neck to prevent yourself from falling out of his arms. your face now buried into his chest.

he set you down on your side of the bed before walking over to his pulling the blanket over the both of you and situating the pillows so they were at a comfortable position under your heads.

you faced him for a few seconds to say your goodnights. you kissed his lips lazily before speaking. “goodnight I love you.” you spoke up, resting your head onto his chest and wrapping your arms around him.

“goodnight I love you too baby”. he said before wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you into him. he kissed your forehead before you slowly drifted off to sleep in each others arms.

a/n: AHHHH I think this is so cute. my 2nd story on here, thank you so much for the love on my first story and definitely send me some requests. hope you enjoyed this fic, love you all!!!

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[camzeecorner]

©camzeecorner|⚝ masterlist

⚝ chris sturniolo ↴

Chris fucking the attitude out of you

Save a horse ride a cowboy

Rough day?

Make mommy feel good baby

Overstimulation

Mommy has a bad boy

Feel. Don’t look.

I Hate you, but I love this pussy.

Fuck the food

Heaven sent

Breeding kink

Mommy is tired:(

Shower sex

Use me when im sleeping

Slloowwwwww

Role play

Chris is a pathetic little bitch

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[neaveeee]

i’m gnawing the bars of my enclosure rn

btw i have no gag reflex chris!! just a heads up!!

[lovmatt]

this was fucking insane

[bambi-slxt]

matt the munch:

✨a concept✨

he rests his head against your thigh just so he can stare at your pussy. he loves it. he loves that your folds are kind of uneven, he loves the smattering of hair that you can't reach when you shave, it doesn't bother him. he loves it all.

he also loves to pet it. matt learned a long time ago exactly what you liked, and he'd be damned if he didn't want to take it slow and do it right every single time. so before any of the finger-fucking or tongue-slithering, he gets a feel for your skin. he reminds himself how soft it is, not that he needs to. he breathes in the way you smell. it wasn't always roses, and he didn't mind. this was a human body, your body. that made it perfect.

when his finger pumps lazily in and out of you, matt blows his warm breath over your clit, giving her a moments peace and an eternity of torture when the cold air from the room hit her again.

when the tip of his tongue runs gently over said clit, he smiles at the way it makes you shiver. he enjoys tightening the muscles of his tongue so they can hit those tiny pockets of nerves scattered all around your mound.

his hands are gentle when they spread your folds apart. when he flattens his tongue to run up your now-open slit, the salty taste of your arousal makes his chest constrict. he adores it.

matt could die between your thighs and be perfectly content. he feels his nose has no better place than the honeyed entrance of your labia, and his lips are best served right on the outside of your pussy, sucking your skin and the mix of his saliva and your juices into his throat.

he doesn't even mind when your legs clench up around him and your hips buck up into his face. no, he just holds you tighter, his heaving breath covering your oh-so-sensitive skin while you unintentionally ride his nose.

and when he finally lets you finish and his face is covered in your slick, he wipes it onto his hand, licking himself clean. the excess on your thighs is taken care of by his tongue as well, and you'd better hope you're not feeling too overstimulated, because if there's any left on you, he's gonna clean that up as well.

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[hearts4thetr1pl3ts]

i KNOW yall see that too.

[chriss-slut]

dude i swear i'm starting to go crazy i'm not even lying

like he's not hard, and it's HUGE

[nicksbestie]

Please match my freak.....

I love pegging sm

🪽

IM MATCHING THE FREAK !!!!

[sturnioz]

‘RAW’ — MATTHEW STURNIOLO

pairing. matthew sturniolo x fem!reader genre. smut, established relationship au.

word count. 3.5k

❝so, i can just slide right in, feel you… fill you up…❞

content warnings. explicit content, starts with sweet!matt then spirals to pussy drunk!matt, unprotected sex, creampie, heavy use of the petnames 'sweetheart' and 'baby', dirty talking, matt is also kinda goofy in this.

“I’ve missed you.” Matt mouths at your skin, his arms tight around your waist as he pulls you against his chest, breathing in the scent of your body wash and perfume as he nuzzles his head into the crevice of your neck.

You smile warmly, melting into his embrace as your fingers lace through his curls and he hums at the soft tugs you give, sucking and nipping at the spot where your neck and shoulder meet.

“Ow,” You hiss through giggles as Matt bites down a little too hard at your skin and your body angles away from him, only for him to whine and try to draw you back to him, muttering an apology against your neck as he tightens his hold on you. “We can’t stand here all day, Matt.”

Matt huffs as if what you’ve said is something so offensive that hurts his feelings, and his shoulders sag as he reluctantly lets you go, but slips his hand into your own instead, intertwining your fingers as he allows you to pull him to a more suitable place than your front door.

He drags his sock covered feet across the floorboards as he takes in your home, a comforting warmth spreads through his chest.

Matt misses being at your place; that sweet, familiar smell of a candle that was previously burning fills his senses, the hum of the TV playing your favourite show in the background, the subtle misplaced ornaments and potted plants that you’ve picked up to move or to admire. 

He takes a quick glance at your kitchen as he passes it, noticing a dish and bowl soaking in soapy water, and he smiles when knowing you have eaten already. He wonders if it was something delicious or filling for you. 

He wants to ask what it could’ve been, but the question remains on the tip of his tongue as you’re pulling him towards the direction of your bedroom.

And that’s when he feels most at home.

The bag that was once resting on his shoulders slumps to the ground and mindlessly kicked to the side as his body finally relaxes, the tiredness that he’s so used to pushing to the back of his mind comes front and centre as he sluggishly makes his way towards the unmade bed, sitting himself down on the edge. 

The hand that’s holding yours pulls you forward to stand between his parted legs, and he rests his cheek on your stomach as he embraces you like he once did a few minutes prior, exhaling happily as your fingers resume playing with his curly hair. 

“How was the trip?”

“Good,” Matt’s tone is quiet and gentle. “Nick was actin’ as our tour guide and was takin’ us to all these cool places,” He moves his head a little to look up at you, resting his chin on your stomach. “I took some pictures for you—ones I haven’t sent you yet.”

You’re more than eager to see what pictures Matt wants to show you, and you gentle push him up the bed for him to lay comfortably and he giggles, reaching his hand into his pocket to retrieve his phone while his arm curls around you, holding you close to his side and pressing his lips to the top of your head, finding comfort in the scent of your shampoo. 

He unlocks his phone, clicks the camera roll app and your eyes widen in excitement at seeing all the recent photos Matt failed to show you previously. 

You’re in awe watching him scroll through the photos; some of him and his brothers, amateur photoshoots, and the scenery and the colours of skies leaves you speechless, hanging onto every word as he tells you the story behind them all, some comical and others sweet and endearing. 

“Seein’ this one, like, reminded me of you, y’know,” He whispers against your head as he shows you a picture of a sunset, a blend of pinks and oranges making your heart flutter. “It’s pretty—calmin’, makes me feel at ease. It made me miss you even more than I already did, was killin’ me.”

“You called me every night.” You remind him, letting out a laugh as he groans and rolls his eyes, throwing his phone to the side before gripping your hips and pulling your body on top of his. He massages your thighs with his fingers, kneading the skin as they settle on each of his sides.

“You know it’s not the same,” Matt argues, tongue swiping across his bottom lip. “I love hearin’ your voice over the phone but, come on, havin’ you there with me physically means more to me. I get to hold you, I get to touch you… I get to kiss you.”

“Oh? Is that so?”

Matt hums with a short nod of his head before he lifts his head up to meet your lips in a short but sweet kiss, squeezing your thighs once you reciprocate and he grins against your lips when he feels your hands cradle his cheeks. 

Then, you feel it.

His hard cock pressing your inner thigh, twitching with each subtle movement of your hips as you rest your entire weight down on him, eliciting a grunt due to the pressure on his cock.

“Are you tired?” You pull away from his lips to ask him, biting back the smile that threatens to spread across your cheeks as Matt follows, wanting your mouth back on his. 

“A bit,” He admits, exhaling deeply. “But I don’t care. Just wan’ you.”

Warmth fills your chest, “You want me?”

“Yeah, bad. So bad.”

You don’t have time to swoon over his words as he’s already leaning up and reconnecting your lips in a much deeper kiss, biting down on your bottom lip and sliding his tongue into your mouth to glide across your own all while his hands sip around to grab at your ass, pulling you even closer so that you’re pressed against him fully. 

You kiss for a while, relishing in the way his lips feel on yours, familiar with the slow and unrushed pace he takes. Your hand curls around the front of his shirt, signalling for him to take it off immediately and he grins against your mouth, breaking the kiss for a moment to allow you to pull the material over his head. 

He gives you a toothy smile, his eyes twinkling with adoration as he stares up at you and his fingers twitch over the hem of your shirt, ready to take it off and you happily give him permission to do so, raising your arms in the air.

Matt tugs it off, throwing it carelessly to the side before his hands caress your skin, palms hot and clammy as he brings you in for another kiss, one that is more desperate and needy.

Matt’s moaning shamelessly into your mouth when your hands dip beneath the waistband of his sweatpants and boxers, your fist curling around his cock and giving him a few experimental pumps that has him almost draw blood on your lip when he bites down a little too hard. 

“Easy.” You hum with a giggle and Matt groans, craning his neck as he throws his head back against the pillows, tongue licking his bottom lip as your hand squeezes around his cock.

He lifts his hips as you begin to rid him of the rest of his clothing, and you awkwardly manoeuvre above him, laughing as you almost topple over but you remain seated thanks for the hold he has on your hips. 

“You go easy, sweetheart.” Matt teases you this time and you roll your eyes.

You drop your hands from his to finally peel off the rest of your own clothes and he watches you with hooded lids, one hand resting behind his head with the other wraps around his cock to jerk himself off as he takes in the sight of your naked body—something he’s seen plenty times before but he views it as if it’s the first time, absorbing himself in your curves, the swell of your breasts and your pretty pussy. 

You raise a brow, “Like what you see.”

Matt grins, “Always.”

You get a little shy at his compliment but continue to lean forwards to capture his lips in a kiss which he immediately reciprocates, his hand resting on the back of your neck to keep you still against his lips, and he moans as your tongue slips inside his mouth to touch his own. 

He’s still touching himself between your bodies, hips fucking up into his fist and gasping in your mouth when the tip grazes over your skin, the sensitivity sending goosebumps down his spine.

You pull away from his lips much to his dismay, and he tries to pull you back in but falters when he sees you making your way down his body, leaving a trail of kisses behind which makes him moan again, his mouth falling slack as he feels your tongue lick a clean stripe down his navel.

Your fingers brush over his inner thighs, smiling when his cock twitches against his stomach. You stroke further and further up his skin before your fingers grip his cock, hearing the slight hiss he makes through gritted teeth. 

You hum softly, leaning in closer to wrap your lips around his tip. 

“Ah—fuck, wait!” Matt suddenly speaks up and you stop in surprise, bringing your gaze up from his cock to his face, and he reaches his hand down to touch your cheek, his thumb caressing your skin. He looks like he’s in pain, but he explains; “I’ll cum too quickly if you suck my cock, seriously. I will cum the second I feel your tongue on me again.”

That makes you even more eager to shove his cock down your throat, and you tighten your fingers around the base which elicits a gasp from his lips. “I don’t mind.”

“But I do,” Matt weakly pushes your hand away, and his cock slaps back against his stomach. His hips jerk upwards at the sudden contact, “Oh fuck—sweetheart, I’ve been waitin’ for this for so long. I want to cum fuckin’ you—please, I just—” Matt winces as his hand comes down to cup his balls, almost as if he’s trying to stop himself from cumming right then and there from his own words. “I wan’ to fuck you, baby.”

You would awe at the sight if it wasn’t for the way he’s looking at you right now, so desperate and needy to be inside of you, and you’re more than welcome to give him exactly what he wants as you nod your head quickly, watching as his shoulders drop with a relieved sigh. 

Matt gently pushes you down on the bed to crawl above you, kneeling between your parted thighs and he almost drools at the sight of your pussy, glistening and ready for him to fuck.

He’s quick to lean over to yank open the drawers of your nightstands, digging his hand inside to search around for the box of condoms he knows you have ready for him when he’s over. 

Matt pulls out the box and leans back on his ankles as he dips his hand inside, and you wait patiently for him to pull out the packet and roll it onto his cock, but the way his body freezes in place and face drops, you know something is wrong. 

You grow concerned, leaning up on your elbows as you call out his name, “Matt?”

“No, no, no—fuck no,” Matt mumbles repeatedly under his breath as he turns the box upside down and shakes aggressively, praying that a condom will magically appear out of thin air and lay across the palm of his hand, but it remains empty. “Fuuuck, you’ve gotta be kiddin’ me.”

You gape at him in shock, “There’s no condoms left?”

“There’s no condoms left.” Matt echoes your words, and he throws the empty box down on the bed. 

He runs his hand over his face in annoyance, tears of frustration prickling at his eyes. You watch as his eyebrows knit together, how his jaw clenches and nostrils flare in anger. It was a sight you’re definitely not used to seeing, but it’s something that has your thighs clenching for some sort of friction below. 

“Hey… it’s okay,” You try to reassure him as his cheeks get a little red, and you reach up to stoke his arm. “We must’ve used the last one before you left for your trip without knowing.”

“I should’ve been prepared or somethin’, like, I should’ve bought a pack before coming here—I shouldn’t have relied on you to have the condoms but, fuck, I was just so fuckin’ excited to see my girlfriend that I didn’t even think about—”

“Baby, it’s okay.” You try to cut off his rambling by reassuring him again, but it seems to not work as he continues. 

“And now we have nothin’ and I’m just—” His hands wave over his hard cock comically, and you hold back a snort, watching as he runs his fingers through his hair with a sigh. “A’ight, I should just, like, make you cum on my tongue, and then I’m goin’ to jerk off in the—”

“No!” You raise your voice this time, startling Matt who stares at you with wide eyes, and you immediately apologise. “I’m sorry—sorry, baby. But.. you don’t need to do that, it’s okay.”

“Then what are we goin’ to do?” He questions with a whiny tone that has your head reeling and pussy begging to be fucked. The way he’s staring at you so desperately and in pain is enough for you to come up with an idea. 

“How about we just do it raw this time?”

Matt’s silent. 

He blinks.

He opens his mouth.

He closes it.

He blinks again. 

“Raw? Like, without a condom?” 

“Yes.”

“Sweetheart…” Matt sighs softly as his hands rub your thighs, “We can’t do that. We can’t risk anything, y’know, and even though I’m certain I’m goin’ to spend the rest of my fuckin’ life with you and start a family… we really can’t risk it. It’s too soon, and we’re both not ready for that shit either.”

You frown, “I know that. But nothing will happen, I promise. I’m on the pill.”

Matt’s silent again. 

He blinks.

He opens his mouth to croak out, “What?”

“I’ve been on the pill for a few months,” You tell him nonchalantly, and he looks at you as if you’ve kept such a big secret away from him. “Remember that night when the condom broke and we panicked?” Matt nods his head once. “I went on the pill the day after that. I didn’t want us to have another scare or anything.”

“You’ve been on the pill… for five months?” Matt asks you, and you hum to confirm it’s true. He gapes in shock, and his gaze flits down to your pussy in disbelief. “We could’ve done this five months ago?”

You struggle to hold back a laugh this time, the sound stifled by your lips. “Yes.”

“So, I can just…” Matt’s voice trails off as he shuffles forward, the tip of his cock brushing over your folds and you gasp as he presses over your clit, your thighs clamping around his hips. “I can just slide right in, feel you… fill you up…”

He’s mumbling now, some words incoherent while others are clear as day, his lewdness making your face hot. His cock nudges your opening, almost teasing you by not fucking you immediately and you bite back the urge to tell him to hurry it up.

You suck in a deep breath as Matt finally pushes into you, and his eyes grow wide, mouth slack as he feels the warmth of your walls fit snugly around his cock. His body is frozen above you, his cock pulsing as he feels you bare for the first time.

His eyes flit to yours and suddenly, his gaze darkens, his fingers pressing into the flesh of your waist.

You go to call out his name, to ask him if he’s alright but a surprised yelp flees past your lips as his hips snap forwards, burying himself deep inside your pussy. Your arms sling around his shoulders, gripping him tightly as he pants above you.

“Feels so fuckin’ good, baby,” Matt grunts under his breath, fucking himself into your deeper and you wail, locking your legs around his waist. “Feel so tight. All for me—yeah. Jus’ for me. So fuckin’ good. My pretty fuckin’ girl and her perfect pussy.”

You try to speak—to call out his name but you’re stuttering your words with each thrust. The bed creaks beneath your bodies, and the headboard hits against the wall, but you could care less about the noise, you’re too surprised to see the sudden change in your boyfriend's mood.

His tone and his words is enough to have you gaping at him, broken moans ripping through your throat at how fucking filthy he sounds, how he uncontrollably mutters how good your cunt fits snug around his cock and how we you are for him.

You’re not used to this.

You’re used to the sweet talk, the light feathery kisses he leaves on your skin in his path, the words of affectionate praises and gentle whispers of ‘i love yous’.

You’re not complaining, though. Never.

Seeing Matt’s switch up from fucking you raw for the first time has your mind spinning and electricity buzzing down your spine. Your fingernails dig further into his shoulder blades and your pussy clamps around his cock tightly, causing him to curse loudly.

“Fuck—that’s it. That’s it, sweetheart. Tight lil’ cunt squeezin’ me so fuckin’ good,” Matt whispers in your ear, almost sounding like a whine. “My girl. My fuckin’ girl.”

“Please,” You begin to beg, even though you have no idea what you’re begging for. “Please, please, please—”

“Gonna fill you up, fuck you full of my cum,” Matt drawls, his pace quickening as his cock drills into you, and his hands grip your waist tighter when he hears you moan for him. “You wan’ that? Yeah? Wan’ me to fill you up? Fuck this cunt full?”

You’re already letting yourself go just from his words alone, your orgasm crashing over you like an aggressive wave and your body seizes up, almost sobbing from the pleasure as he fucks you through it, thumbing at your clit without any signs of stopping.

Your pussy contracts around his cock, sucking him in deeper, squeezing around him tighter which causes his hips to stutter their movements, a grunt slipping past his lips before he leans back on his knees. His hands slide down your waist to grip your thighs, keeping you locked against him as he watches your cunt taking in his cock, ready to be filled.

“Good girl… keep doin’ that f’me. Feels so good, sweetheart.” Matt’s moaning under his breath, airy moans turning into whines as he feels your walls tighten around him, too overwhelmed by the feeling that he suddenly stills, a throating groan leaving his lips as he cums, filling you up just as planned.

Matt’s breathing heavily, mesmerised with the way he’s emptying himself inside you, watching as his cock twitches as his cum fills you up. He doesn’t pull away until he’s certain that there’s nothing else left to give, and he winces out of sensitivity as he slowly moves back to pull out, his cock laying limp against his thigh.

“What was that?” You breathe out heavily as you lean up on your elbows to look at him. “Where did that come from?”

“I dunno,” Matt mumbles, his cheeks blossoming a reddish hue as he refuses to meet your eyes—that shy and sweet persona falling back into place. He can’t seem to tear his gaze away from your pussy, his lips parted as his fingers delicately stroke your pussy folds. “Was I too much, though?”

“No,” You quickly shake your head to reassure him. “I liked it.”

“Yeah? You did?” Matt finally meets your gaze and you smile at him as you nod your head this time. Matt sheepishly grins back and his eyes flit back down to his fingers that circle around your hole that leaks with his cum, and he makes the sudden decision to push it all back in, causing you to gasp and whine softly. “Sorry… jus’ don’t want anythin’ to go to waste.”

You laugh lightly at his words, “Go to waste?”

“Mm,” Matt nods his head, retracting his hand and staring at the cum that covers his fingers, that dark expression taking over once again as he looks right at you. “I’m never wearin’ a condom again… y’know that right?”

© sturnioz

[alicexbae]

freak!chris who loves it when your pussy drools. he fucks his dick extra hard into your cunt just to hear the schlick slurping sounds — he loves to feel it slip down your ass or thighs, loves how hot and sticky it is, loves to see the shiny strings connect his body to yours.

“look at her, ma. she’s crying.” he teases as he grinds his cockhead into your sweet spot, slowly sliding in n’ out just to feel you wetness coat his cock. it’s pure nirvana for him, warm and wet and perfect, a place he could bury himself inside and die happy.

“she looooves my dick, yeah? fuck, i love her too, baby.” he croons as his hips slap into yours, bruising your walls and using you. his cock is throbbing inside you, balls twitching and voice falling more breathy and desperate — so close to filling your pretty little pussy up.

“i can bust inside, yeah? please, ma, wanna fuckin’ mess you up—” he just wants to feel his hot, thick cum mix with your slick, wants to hear how sloppy it sounds as he fucks himself deep inside. freak!chris just loves it messy and sloppy.