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[fictionalboysstuff]

Well fuck damn this mans fine

Ima part him like the red mf sea hoe

[fictionalboysstuff]

ᴄᴜʀʀᴇɴᴛ ʙᴏʏғʀɪᴇɴᴅ ᴛʀᴇɴᴅ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴄʜʀɪs

Summary: you do the “current boyfriend” trend on Chris, you tell him he’s going to teach you how to play Fortnite but you’re really just pranking him.

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Chris has been bugging you about him teaching you how to play Fortnite for a while now, and you seen a trend on TikTok that you wanted to do. The “current boyfriend” trend.

“Baby, can you teach me how to play Fortnite? I think it would be funny if we also film it” you asked him.

He obviously agreed since he’s been waiting to teach you for a long time now, you’re just not into video games, so he was excited when you asked.

You set up your phone on his tripod and pressed record.

You sat down on his lap and he wrapped his arms around your waist.

“So today”

You started to uncontrollably giggle, you couldn’t control yourself.

“Why are you laughing so much, baby?” Chris said giggling along with you.

You took a deep breath and stopped laughing, holding in all the laughter in your belly.

“I’m gonna cut that out” you laughed.

“Okay, so today my current boyfriend is going to be teaching-“

Chris cut you off, looking at you opened mouth shocked.

You turned to him, “what’s wrong?“ with a playful smile.

“Current?” Chris said giggling. “What do you mean current boyfriend baby?”

“Baby, it’s okay, I’m just trying to explain what we’re doing” you reassured him trying your hardest to keep all the giggles in.

“My current boyfriend is going to teach me how to play Fortnite”

Chris laughed.

“You can’t be serious sweetheart”

He playfully and gently put his hand over your mouth.

“Are you planning on having another boyfriend anytime soon?” Chris said, turning your head with his fingers under your chin still giggling.

You were now face to face with him.

“No way baby, you’re mine forever” he said giving you a soft kiss.

“That’s true, I am yours forever, I’m just kidding” you said giggling with your face in his hands looking at him.

He gave you a fake pout “so does that mean I’m not teaching you how to play Fortnite?”

“You can still teach me” you smiled at him.

Chris’s eyes sparkled “YES!!!”

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[fictionalboysstuff]

ʟᴇᴛs ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ᴛʜɪs ǫᴜɪᴄᴋ

Warnings: f masturbation, P in v

Summary: while Matt was live streaming with Chris, you were instantly turned on by his manspreading and tattoos.

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If you weren’t in your boyfriend Matt’s streams, you would watch to support.

You were laying on the couch watching Matt go live with Chris, just chatting.

When you see him in your favourite pink shirt, and he’s leaning back man spreading. His tattoos on his muscles pop out.

“Damn” you said quietly out loud, biting your lip.

You started to feel a throbbing between your legs.

You slowly put your hand down in your underwear, reaching for your clit with your 2 fingers.

You got out of the live and texted Matt.

“Come here, living room”

Matt tells Chris that he’ll be right back.

Matt walks out to the living room, and sees your legs spread out, hand in your pants, and your head leaned back on the couch.

“Baby, what are you doing?” Matt said, walking over to you, you can see the tent in his pants growing.

“What does it look like?” You said looking at him with dark hungry eyes.

“We gotta make this quick” Matt said already unzipping his pants, and you pulled down your pants exposing your bottom half.

He laid you all the way down on the couch getting on top of you, making out with you, tongues twirling together.

He lined himself up with your entrance and slammed into you. You let out a loud moan.

“Shhh shh, baby I know, but you have to be quiet, Chris is just down the hall” Matt whispered in your ear, his hand coming up to cover your mouth as he thrusted in and out of you reaching down with his other hand circling his fingers on your clit.

“I’m so close” you moaned.

“Come on baby, cum for me” Matt cooed.

And just like that, Matt felt your pussy clenching around his dick, you shaking below him gripping his arms.

You clenching around Matt, made his orgasm wash over him. He groaned as he finished inside you.

Matt grabbed tissue from the living room coffee table, and wiped you up, pulling his pants back up. You also pulled up your pants, and you both stood up.

He pulled you in by the back of the neck to kiss him, passionately.

“We’ll finish later” he whispered in your ear, walking away slapping your ass.

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[fictionalboysstuff]

—nerd!matt cumming just from eating you out

i wrote this for my twin !! @cayleeuhithinknott <3

you’re sprawled out, your legs parted as you lay on your back on matt’s bed. his head between your legs, looking up at you through his glasses that you adore. his hands are holding around your thighs that are wrapped around his shoulders comfortably. his mouth is barley inches away from your aching heat, so close that its tortuous.

“baby, are you sure your ready? like…i can do this?” he asks hesitantly, his warm breath fanning over your clit. you nod instantly, a quiet whine slipping from your lips.

“yes—matt, please, i—i need you so bad.” you beg, your voice barley above a whimper and almost shaky. he sheepishly smiles—trying to hide his excitement. hes only done this a few times before with you, and he just wants to be perfect.

he slowly starts to suck on your clit, his eyes locked on your face as he does. you throw your head back and moan, the feeling better than you expected.

matt sucks your clit for a bit longer before he sticks his tongue out, licking a long stripe against your core. his eyes stay on yours the whole time, gauging your reactions. your brows knit together, your hands instinctively grabbing his hair, tugging on it.

his lips start sucking on your clit again and he moans—the vibrations shooting through you. “f—fuck matt,” you breathe out before you let out a pretty moan.

matt’s eyes stay stuck on yours, his expression mixed with focus, arousal, and his usual sheepish demeanor. “you taste so good.” he praises, his voice vibrating through you. his tongue moves through your folds, tasting you, moving to swipe through your clit.

you throw your head back as he gets more into it now. his mouth gets more passionate—more hungry.

it’s then you feel cold glass against your pelvis area. you look down as he continues his motions, but his glasses fell off of his face. poor boy. his eyes are shut now, moaning relentlessly into your pussy and sucking harshly on your clit. he didn’t even notice his glasses were falling off.

your eyes are half-lidded and hazy with pleasure, your jaw agape as you reach one of your hands to shakily push his glasses back up. his eyes open at this, and his eyes lock on yours.

that’s when it snaps.

he suddenly cums in his boxers, a choked moan escaping his lips—clearly not expecting to orgasm yet. his mouth freezes on your clit, his jaw falling agape against your heat. he pants as his hips rut into the mattress, drawing out his orgasm. his dick twitches rapidly, spraying his hot cum into his boxers. his eyes roll into the back of his head and his glasses slowly fall off of his face with his movements. his hands tighten their grip around your thighs, his hold almost punctuating.

when the waves of his orgasm slow, he slowly opens his eyes, peering up at you with pure embarrassment written on his face. his cheeks are red, and he detaches his lips from your heat. he sheepishly lifts his head up and pushes his glasses back into place. “i’m sorry—i didn’t mean too but i can make you cum still…” matt apologizes, his entire face flushed as his grip loosens on your thighs, drawing invisible patterns on them.

you shake your head immediatetly. “hey, hey you’re alright matty,” you assure him, “let’s clean you up then we can worry about me hm?” you suggest, to which he nods.

a/n: i’m actually really proud of this!

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𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆 . . . 𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐋𝐀𝐘 𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊

in which . . . chris has you shaking on his bed, tongue deep, voice sweet. eating like it’s all he needs. messy, hungry, eyes never leaving you.

Spread out on his bed with one arm looped beneath your leg, Chris has you open, stable, and totally dependent on him. Every inch of you is painted in gold by the dim, amber light from the lamp next to his bed, which shines on your bare skin like honey. Your chest rises and falls too fast, heart hammering, nerves frayed in the best way. His curls brush your inner thigh, warm breath ghosting over where you need him most. He looks up once—just once—and the expression on his face nearly ruins you.

Hooded eyes, swollen lips, and a softness in his gaze that borders on reverence. ❝Lay back, bunny,❞ Chris murmurs, voice low and rough like gravel dipped in honey. ❝I’ve got you. Just let me eat.❞ He leans in and kisses your inner thigh first—slow and deep like he’s trying to memorise the shape of you. Then a lick—gentle. Another—firmer. The next one’s soaked in spit, loud and hungry, tongue dragging up your slit and swirling right around your clit. Your hips jerk, and you let out a choked sound, toes curling, hands fisting in his sheets.

❝Chris—❞ He hums against you, and the vibration sends heat up your spine like a struck chord. ❝Mmhm. I know, baby. I know.❞ His hands never stop touching—palms dragging along your waist, thumbs brushing the underside of your thighs, fingers splayed wide like he’s trying to keep every inch of you right there. He groans as he buries his face deeper, nose pressed into your puffy clit with every pass, tongue dipping inside your fluttering, soaked heat. ❝Fuck, you’re so wet for me,❞ he grits out between licks, his voice hoarse. 

❝So warm—can feel your little hole clenching around nothing. Is that aching for me?❞ You whimper and grind helplessly into his mouth, legs twitching. Your pussy’s soaked, dripping, the squelching noises vulgar and slick and so, so filthy. Chris doesn’t care. If anything, it makes him hungrier. He groans into your cunt like he’s starved, like you’re his only meal and he’s not wasting a single drop. You feel it building—sharp and sudden and hot as his tongue presses deep again, your walls fluttering with every pass, your clit throbbing, aching, pulsing under the soft drag of his mouth. 

Chris tightens his grip beneath your thigh, holding you open and steady like a prize. His boxers are painfully tight, cock hard and leaking, twitching against the mattress as he moans into your cunt like he’s getting off just from tasting you. ❝You taste so fucking good, baby,❞ he pants, tongue flicking faster, messier.

❝Keep shaking for me, yeah? Let me feel you cum. Cum on my mouth.❞ Your back bows and you cry out, overwhelmed. It crashes through you—heat and pressure and velvet-slick waves of pleasure. Your thighs clamp around his head, and your pussy pulses, clenching around nothing, desperate and fluttering. 

He groans as you cum, tongue catching everything, swallowing you down like he’s starving. Chris doesn’t stop. He licks you through every twitch, every aftershock, every whimper, his hips rutting against the bed, precum soaking the front of his boxers. He’s so hard it hurts, but all he cares about is you—wrecked and shaking under his tongue. ❝That’s it, bunny. Look how pretty you come for me.❞ And through it all, Chris never takes his eyes off you. like he’s memorising every second. Every sound. Every twitch of your hips. Like you’re sacred. Like you’re his.

𝐋𝐎𝐋𝐀 𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐊𝐒 . . .  first lil post on here ahh be gentle . . kinda nervous it’ll flop but i hope you like it . . intro and more coming soon <3

𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐒 . . .  @chrepsi

⌗ © sturniphone

[fictionalboysstuff]

This is how Matt sounds when he’s in it—

IM TALM BOUT INNIT

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[fictionalboysstuff]

sᴘɪᴄʏ ᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴇsᴛᴀᴜʀᴀɴᴛ

Warnings: P in v, m receiving, riding, semi public sex, risky sex, almost caught, established relationship (I think that’s it)

Summary: you and Chris go out on a date to a restaurant when things get a little spicy.

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You were wearing the tight blue dress that was low cut and hugged all your curves, the one you knew Chris goes crazy for every single time. You did it on purpose.

He came to pick you up, and as soon as you opened the door, his jaw dropped.

“Baby, you look so beautiful” Chris said staring at you with the biggest smile on his face.

“Thank you” you said as Chris wrapped his arms around you like it was the most natural thing in the world.

Chris closed the distance between you, pressing a soft kiss to your lips.

“Are you ready to go?” Chris gently smiled at you.

You nodded grabbing his hand, and headed out to the car.

He opened your passenger side door and closed it lightly behind you.

When he got in the drivers seat, his hand found its usual spot on your thigh.

“If you’re trying to knock me off my feet baby, it’s working” Chris giggled. “You’re going to make it very hard to behave tonight”

You giggled.

You got to the restaurant, and started walking towards the doors when he gave your ass a quick smack causing you to squeal.

You grabbed onto his hand to walk into the restaurant, laughing.

This restaurant was nice because, you had your own little suite when eating, you had your own space, no one was around, the only person that could enter the space was your waiter.

You sat down in your booth side by side.

The waiter took your order for drinks right away, and came back with them. “I’ll be back in about 5 minutes to take your order for food”

“Sounds good, thanks” Chris replied, looking over at you smirking.

“Why are you smirking?” You giggled, with rosy cheeks.

“You know why” Chris said playfully, resting his hand on your thigh. “You don’t even know the way that dress makes me ache for you”

When he said that, you felt a deep, burning ache grow hotter between your legs.

Chris’s hand slid higher up getting closer and closer to where you needed him most.

A soft, needy moan slipped out from your lips.

You knew you were in a public place, but you needed him so bad.

He slipped his fingers up, running them across your wet folds.

“No panties? You’re so wet already, and I haven’t even done anything” Chris said smirking, giving you a gentle passionate kiss.

You heard the door open, the waiter came in, Chris pulled his hand away, making you let out a low groan at the loss of contact.

You and Chris ordered your food.

“Okay, I’ll be back soon with your food” the waiter said grabbing the menus and walking away.

“Now where were we?” Chris said with a low devilish voice reaching his hand back up your dress and immediately into your wet folds.

You leaned your head back, letting out a gentle sound.

“Please Chris, I’m aching for you” you reached over palming him over his pants. “Don’t make me wait, I need you”

You felt him brush over your clit, causing you to squirm at the contact, letting out another soft moan. It just slipped out.

“Shhh baby, I know. You have to be quiet” Chris said low, starting to rub your clit in small circles.

You spread your legs a little, giving him more room to work.

“Too bad we’re in public because I’d be bouncing on you right now” you whined.

You felt yourself getting closer, and Chris knew, he felt your grip over his clothed dick get tighter.

“You’re being so good for me. But I know you’re seconds from falling apart aren’t you?” Chris whispered leaning to your ear, placing gentle kisses just below your ear, driving you crazy.

You nodded.

You hear the door open.

Chris pulls his hand away fast, leaving you heavy breathing.

The waiter puts the food on the table, “is there anything else you two need?”

“No, we’re good, thank you so much” Chris says smiling.

The waiter walks out the door, you knew you had time.

You reached for Chris’s pants, zipping his zipper down, pulling his pants down just a little bit, enough for his dick to spring free.

You leaned down towards his dick, and sucked the tip.

Chris let out a loan groan.

“Look at you, so desperate for my cock”

You had just enough room between the table and the booth to get on top and straddle him, lining yourself up, and lowering yourself on him.

Chris grabbed onto your hips, helping you move up and down on his dick.

“Fuck” Chris let out a low groan.

You grabbed at Chris’s collar on his shirt, kissing him hard, tongue demanding, fingers digging into his shoulder like you couldn’t get enough of him.

You clenched around Chris’s dick, teetering on the edge of your release.

“That’s it, baby. Squeezing me so tight” Chris’s breath caught, followed by a needy sound.

You gripped onto his shoulders tight. An intense explosion of pleasure ripped through you, leaving you a moaning mess, shaking above him.

Chris was not far behind. He could see you struggling to keep going, so he helped you by gripping underneath your ass, helping you ride out your high, and help him get closer to the edge.

Every inch of his body jolting, as his orgasm tore through his core, leaving him breathless. You felt the white ropes of cum fill you up.

As you were moving up and down on him, helping him ride out his orgasm, you were playing with his hair, moving the sweat filled hair from his face.

You got off of him slowly, Chris grabbing the napkins from the table to clean you up.

“You’re so beautiful. You took me so well baby” Chris said, putting a piece of hair behind your ear, as you gently sat next to him, pulling your dress back down and he pulled his pants back up.

He put his arm around your back, rubbing his hand up and down your arm, and you reached over to grab your fork to dig in.

Chris turned your head with his finger under your chin, and gave you a soft romantic kiss, you shivering under his touch.

“I love you, baby” he said looking at you like you were the only thing that existed, letting out a gentle smile.

“I love you, too” you murmured, a soft smile on your lips.

“When we get home, I’m going to take my time with you, and show you exactly how much I love you” Chris teased.

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[fictionalboysstuff]

the party & the after party

matt sturniolo

partygirl!reader sophia & bestfriend?matt

ℹ️ - smut || no established relationship, hickeys, fingering, eating out, “finishing”/ “creampie”

- lowercase is intended.

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6:03 p.m

everybody was going out tonight. well, not everybody. of course the one person you would bother to be there for, wasn’t going. not like it was expected of him to go. he is the definition of homebody. if you said it loud enough, you would summon matt sturniolo.

but this time was different. every weekend you’d go out and party without him , flirting with random guys at the bar, wearing your skimpiest outfits out and strutting around in them for all you cared. but for some reason it felt wrong not to at least ASK matt to go, right? not because you wanted to see him. at all. you both had some tension going on the last couple of weeks. the things you had said to each other, the things that had happened. weird for only “close friends.” thinking of this, you hesitate at first to call him. well… fuck it. you hit dial on his number.

be there in a minute, baby, just one call

you don’t gotta ask me

you waited for him to pick up. first ring… second ring… third ring… you immediately get disappointed. right as you dragged your finger to hang up, you hear him pick up. “hey,”

“hello?” you say, a sudden contentment flowing over you, surprised but happy he even picked up.

“helloo. yes, sophia.”

“so matt..” you say slowly, uncertain of the response you may get from him. “you know that big party at my friend bella’s?”

“i’ve heard of it.” he simply answers, voice completely monotone.

“so like… i was thinking.. that maybe you should go?” you try to seem confident in your sentences, but your statement turns into a question.

he almost scoffs. “you want me to go?”

“everybody’s gonna be there.” he just lets out a heavy sigh. you continue, “okay i know you never go out. but just come out tonight. one night, matt. it’s all i ask.”

“no,” he interrupts. “i was never planning on going, and i will not be going.”

“…okay, but what if you went with me? you won’t have to show up by yourself.”

“you want me to pick you up, sweetheart?” he teases, and nothing makes your blood boil more.

“actually, it’s fine, just forget it.” you nearly hang up, before you hear matt speak again.

“sophie, stop.” he chuckles out. he pauses, and abruptly becomes serious. “i’ll be there. hell, i’ll pick you up. that alright with you?”

you roll your eyes though he can’t see it. “and you’re serious?”

“yes.”

“dead serious?” you question again.

he lightly laughs as he says, “uhh, yeah.” a pause for a couple seconds. “look, it’s been a while. i want to see you. i’ll go and pick you up”

“forreal?”

“mhm. you should come over after.” he says almost casually, but you could read the uncertainty and rush in his voice.

his words amused you. “yeah? what are the plans at your house?” you responded, unsure if you were trying to tease him or not.

silence again. you could almost feel his grin through the phone as he said, “sophie, stop messing with me.” he chuckled. “party starts at 9, right? i’ll be there, 8:40-ish? that good princess?”

“mhm,” you hum into the phone.

“good,” matt responds, satisfied. “pack your stuff, you’re staying over too. couldn’t take you back to your house late.”

8:30 p.m.

you were in a hustle to finish your makeup. hair tools, makeup products, brushes, necklaces, missing pairs of earrings, all strewn out across your vanity. as you quickly finish touching up your highlighter and lipliner, you walk over to your mirror. you were wearing a black tight-fit miniskirt with a dark red long-sleeve top that had an open back, and paired the two with your black sparkly givenchy boots that quite literally glistened in any sort of light. you had just gotten them, at quite a hefty price to say the least, and finally, you threw a black leather jacket on and your billie eillish perfume. you tug on silver jewelry, because would it even be an outfit without it? you slide on necklaces, rings, silver hoops, and decided to skip bracelets. you grab a black purse with a silver buckle to match it all, and adjust how your curled hair was positioned.

8:37 p.m.

you glance at the time, and go downstairs to wait for matt. you had already prepared and brought your overnight bag, so in the meantime you popped some mint tic-tacs in your mouth, sitting on one of the stools at the kitchen island, the kitchen being the perfect spot to wait because it was right by the front door.

8:42 p.m.

you hear his minivan pull up to the front of your house, and your phone dings.

message from: matt

“here”

you grab your overnight bag as you unlock your door and step out onto your porch, the night already dark and illuminated with streetlights, the breeze ruffling the trees.

you stride over to the car and you see matt, hand on the wheel tapping it, other hand holding his phone. as you approach the minivan he looks up and smiles. you open the door to the passenger seat, and get in.

“heey.” you immediately sense the strong aroma of cologne. you silently giggle to yourself because matt has never failed to overdo it.

“hey,” matt replies. “we good to go?”

“yep.” matt was wearing a black t-shirt, grey sweats, and a silver chain with tiny silver hoop earrings to match. you then bring your focus to his face, his dark blue eyes lit up by the street lights he drove by. his face decorated with stubble from not shaving. arm covered by his tattoos.

you loved watching him drive. his hands gripping onto the wheel, rotating it to turn, just everything he did while driving for some reason had an effect on you. you stare, your eyes flickering between his face and hands uncontrollably, that you don’t even notice that you are. the stubble on his face compared the thick silver rings laid out on his fingers. it turned you on. bad. you would’ve never thought about him like this years ago, but things with you and him were different. he quickly picks up on your staring.

“you good?” he laughed out.

“what? oh, uh-huh.” you say, fumbling over your words with how badly he caught you off guard.

“you’re staring.” he said, amused by the fact.

“didn’t mean to,” you mumble.

“uh-huh.” he replied.

8:57 pm

matt pulls up to the front of the party, backing up to park.

“can we wait to go in?” you ask, looking over at matt.

“yeah, why?”

“we’re early.” you reply.

“sophie, there’s plenty of people going in. it’s fine.” he goes to open his door, and you grab his arm.

“nope. i’m not going. sit down matt.”

“alright, alright. we’ll wait,” he surrenders.

“thank you.”

a couple of minutes pass as matt opens his mouth to say something.

“you look nice.” he mumbles.

“what?” you heard him. of course you did. you just wanted to hear it loud and clear.

“nothing,” he mumbles again.

“matt, oh my goodness, if you don’t speak up-”

“what? i said you look nice! god.”

you try to contain your laughter, amused by how frustrated he was getting over a compliment.

“aw, thanks matt.” you coo with a grin. “you look good too.”

“i dont even wanna be here,” matt pouts.

“you’ll be alright. one night out, matt it won’t kill ya.”

“you sure about that?” he mutters to himself.

you giggle. “cmon it’s past nine now, let’s go in.”

you two parted ways eventually, matt found his group of jerk friends and you found your girlfriends. you didn’t know why, but no matter what you did or where you were, you always found yourself and matt in the same room. you both always made quick eye contact before you both pretended you weren’t looking at each other. if he was in the same room as you, you couldn’t resist glancing over at him at least once or twice.

you were laughing with your friends, drink in hand, walking backwards on your way to the living room to sit down. you bump into somebody, and you immediately start apologizing, hence the fact you spilt your drink on them. “oh my goodness, i’m so sorry-” you turn around and look upward. matt. you stop speaking and you both lock eyes for at least 5 seconds before matt looks you up and down, smiles a little, not even, just barely turning the corners of his lips up and says, “you’re alright.” and moves you to the side by your waist as he walks past.

what the hell.

your friends had already made their way to the living room, so you followed behind. they all lined up sitting down on the couch, and you did the same. not even minutes afterward, you finish off your drink, and head to the kitchen to throw out your cup. you did not want to be hungover in the morning, so you settled down on drinks for the night. entering the kitchen, you encounter him again. he’s standing against the counter, between the fridge and sink. one hand is scrolling on his phone, and the other held the red plastic party cup. instead of being surrounded by the silence, you decide to break the quietness. you walk over to put a cup in the trash, right by where he was standing.

“is that?-”

“no. it’s water. im not drinking and im driving you to my place, soo.”

“ah, okay.”

you walk over to the island, just a bit beyond the sink, and sit at one of the stools.

“did you?-” matt asked, cutting himself off as he points upwards.

“what?”

“did you wanna go upstairs?”

“mmm.” you hum, pretending you have to think about the question. “ok. only cause you’re begging for it.” you laugh.

i’ll race your ass up all them stairs

just grab a room, i swear no one will (interfere)

matt pulls you to a random bedroom, floor blanketed by a grey rug. he clicks the door shut and locked behind you. drags you over to the bed and sits you down, immediately kissing on your neck.

“you smell so good.” he grumbles against you.

you let out a breathy laugh. “what’s got you all worked up?”

“fuckin’ serious? you’ve been teasin’ me all night.” he mutters between placing kisses on your jawline.

“how so?” you ask with a cheeky smile.

matt kisses at your neck again, sucking your skin between his teeth hard enough to make you wince and grab the back of his neck. he looks into your eyes, his dark gaze filled with lust. he kisses you while tugging down at your skirt.

“matt.”

“i won’t, i won’t” he surrenders.

instead of proceeding to tug down your skirt, he reaches under that and your panties. he rubs his fingers against the wetness lying over your folds, and you let out a whine.

“that’s what i thought,” he said.

you only whine again in response, so he slowly rubs circles against your clit.

“matt,” you whisper.

“thought you wanted to wait ‘til we got home?” he questions, amused. he waits for your response. “you talk a lot until i got you like this, sophie.”

you stay silent, looking away. he pushes in his middle and index, pumping slowly, progressively getting deeper with each pump.

“change of plans, huh?” he teases. “sophia, look at me.”

you force yourself to look into his eyes and you analyze his face. the dumb smirk you hated so much just lying there. you hated it when matt held this power over you, but also secretly loved it. you couldn’t help yourself. he read your needy expression and behavior. he carefully pulled his fingers.

“c’mere.” matt spoke softly as he pulled your skirt and red lace panties down. he pushes your knees apart, and trails kisses up your inner thigh.

“so pretty” he admires in a low, soft tone against you. he finally makes his way to your pussy, dragging his tongue through your folds, tracing every outline, slow and wet. he flicks and circles slowly, in a way that makes your head spin. you bunch up his hair in your hand as you feel his nose ghost over your clit. you try to restrain yourself, but you still slowly buck your hips up and toward him in response to the pleasure, nearly riding his face. matt never failed to take his time, never in a rush or a hurry. each flick was meticulous, like he was trying to be gentle with you; careful like you’d break. you let out moans and whines at the pleasure but tormenting slow speed at which he does it.

“c’mon ma,” matt mumbles. “wanna feel you cum on my tongue.”

“i can’t” you breathe out.

“yes you can,” matt encourages. he swirls his tongue. “wanna feel it.”

he continues eating you out, and your body finally seizes, one hand in his hair, and the other balling up the blankets laid out on the bed for grounding. you violently shake as matt licks you through your orgasm, tasting all your sweetness.

“did so good.” he praises. “taste so good. ready to go home?”

you nod, out of breath as matt grinned at you.

“tired, princess?” he teases.

“you’re an idiot.” you say, pushing matt away by his shoulder.

he smiles as he shrugs your comment off. he waits as you get redressed, and you follow him out as he pushes and slides through the mob of people that filled the house.

dividerrr @bernardsbendystraws !!

i hate this but i have ideas, so you’re gonna have to take my word for it

how i feel posting smut on a sunday🌝

I read over this a thousand times but then I changed like 10 things in the process so not proofread rlly sorry chat

[fictionalboysstuff]

𝑴𝒐𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑴𝒊𝒍𝒌

𝑪𝒉𝒓𝒊𝒔 𝑺𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒐𝒍𝒐

It was just another morning.

Your boyfriend, Chris, stayed over as per usual and you decided to make breakfast while he sat at the kitchen island.

“We’re out of milk.” You sighed as you closed the fridge door, walking over to the base cabinets to get something.

You squatted down, trying to find what you were looking for.

When you turned around, Chris’ cock was right in front of your face — hot and heavy, veins bulging and pulsing.

His tip was all red and raw from how hard he was, leaking copious amounts of precum.

“Out of milk you say?” He chuckled, the sound playful but breathless, holding the base of his cock.

His free hand tangled in your hair, pulling your head closer to his hefty length.

“Juust like that, baby.” He groaned softly when you wrapped your lips around his cockhead, looking up at him with the prettiest fucking eyes.

His breath caught in his throat, and he gently petted your hair as he looked down at you.

“I’ll give you milk... Just be a good girl fo’me, yeah?”

© 𝒔𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒕𝒔𝒉𝒖𝒈𝒂

⟡ 𝟎.𝟐𝒌 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅𝒔 ⸝⸝ 𝒆𝒏𝒈𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒉 𝒊𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒎𝒚 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒔𝒕 𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒖𝒂𝒈𝒆!

ִֶָ𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ 𝖎𝖘𝖆’𝖘 ���𝖔𝖙𝖊𝖘 ་༘࿐ This feels like a fever dream lmaoo

[fictionalboysstuff]

How does toxic!fwb Chris react if you bleed through your pants, and you didn’t know?

you and chris had been out all day despite your request to stay in bed and rot while you bled what felt like your heart out, lower back aching and tension headache persisting despite medication.

chris had tried to insist that some fresh air would make you feel better, and in the beginning it did, but now, nearly six hours into being out, you were ready to be home.

“one more store, i want to buy a new hat,” chris tells you as you walk through the mall, his hands resting in the pockets of his grey hoodie he always wore, seemingly in a great mood for once in his life.

“chris,” you groan, throwing your head back for a moment as you complained before picking it back up to glare at him. “my cramps are coming back, my head hurts and i’m tired. can you just order a hat online?”

he looks over at you and sighs, seeing how exhausted you looked. but you guys were passing the store on the way out, so in his mind, it would be a total waste not to go. “i’ll be fast, i know what i want,” he tells you, slinging an arm around your shoulder and placing an out of character kiss to your temple as he turned your bodies and rounded you into the store.

you followed, seemingly having no choice, but you parted from him to look at some of the hats on the other side of the store to distract yourself, wondering how hard it would be to convince him to buy you one. you’re about to ask him when you feel his presence behind you, hands gently wrapping around your waist.

you open your mouth to speak, thinking he’s just going to hug you from behind, but when you look down you realize he’s tying the sleeves of his hoodie at your stomach, his lips next to your ear.

“you bled through your shorts,” he says in a quiet whisper so nobody else hears, pulling away as you spin around with a horrified gasp, hand coming up to cover your mouth. “no,” you mumble against your palm in disbelief. this hasn’t happened in years.

you look down at your light wash, denim shorts, wondering to yourself why on earth you didn’t think to wear something darker on your heaviest day. “come on, i’ll get the hat another day. let’s get you to the bathroom.” chris grabs your hand from your mouth and guides you out of the store and to a family stall, opening the door for you. “wait here and i’ll go find you something, okay?”

you walk into the family bathroom and nod, still in disbelief that you’d actually bled through your fucking pants. it’s one thing to leak a little in your underwear, but this was rare.

after shutting and locking the door, you pulled the hoodie off from around your waist and hung it up, turning around in the mirror and looking over your shoulder. a shocked gasp leaves your lips when you realize how bad it actually is and it’s hard to fight off the tears that sting in your eyes. there’s no way chris was the only one that saw this.

it’s only about five minutes later when you hear a knock on the door and you rush to open it, pulling chris in who now holds a bag in his hand. he shuts the door behind him and pulls out a new pair of underwear and some black sweatpants, setting them on the counter. “here, change and put your old clothes in this bag,” he tells you, turning his attention onto you when you don’t answer.

“what’s wrong?” he asks when he sees your eyes brimming with tears, taking a tentative step closer to you. “it’s so bad,” you choke out, voice thick with emotion. god, you hated how easy it was for something to set you off like this during your period. “i’m so embarrassed.”

chris’s expression softens at your clear discomfort, hands reaching out for the button on your shorts. “it’s fine,” he says, his flat tone hiding any real displays of comfort. “nobody saw. i only noticed because i was staring at your ass.”

his words make you feel slightly better but not much, only enough to make you stop complaining and instead let out pathetic sniffles as he unzips your shorts. “c’mon, let’s get you changed so you can get in bed.”

you let him peel the denim off you but stop him when he reaches for your panties, hand grabbing his wrist gently. “i don’t want you to see it,” you tell him, looking down at where his fingers paused at the waistband.

chris sighs, tucking his fingertips in the tops of the seamless panties but not pushing them down. “i’ve eaten you out on your period before, i can handle it,” he tells you like it’s obvious. you cringe at the memory, still holding his wrist. “this is different, it’s.. it’s gross.”

he moves one of his hands up to your chin and tilts it upwards, forcing you to meet his gaze. “it’s fine. i’m a grown man, i can handle it.” you grumble in response and let go of his wrist, letting him slide your panties down your legs, instantly regretting it when you saw how much blood was actually in them. “oh my god, never mind, ew,” chris fake gags, leaning over so he can pull them off of your ankles.

“chris!” you whine in embarrassment, slapping his shoulder as he stood up straight again, not finding any amusement in the way he met your eyes again with a smirk playing on his lips. “i’m kidding,” he grins, throwing your underwear and shorts onto the counter by the sink.

you huff and head to the toilet to at least try and wipe up some of the mess, grumbling to yourself about how annoying chris was. he interrupts you by reaching out, his fingers holding something. you look up and see he’s holding a tampon, something you had forgotten to grab when you left your place. “where’d you get this?” you ask him, taking it from his hand.

“asked like four girls on the way back to the bathroom until someone had one,” he says as he shrugs his shoulders like it’s no big deal, like the thoughtful action doesn’t make your heart soar despite how miserable you are.

“thanks,” you say plainly, forcing down a disgustingly cheesy grin. he just hums in response and pulls out his phone to give you some privacy. once you flush and stand up, he hands you the brand new clothes he bought and puts your dirty ones in the now empty bag, holding onto it for you.

“ready?” he asks when you’re dressed and your hands are washed, putting his grey hoodie back on and zipping it up. you nod and walk towards the door. he lets you out and guides you through the mall with a gentle hand on your back and you can’t ignore the way his thumb rubbing over the exposed skin makes your stomach flutter.

[fictionalboysstuff]

ʏᴏᴜ’ʀᴇ sᴀғᴇ ɴᴏᴡ

Warnings: physical abuse from ex, fluff

⚠️if physical abuse triggers you, please do not read!🩷 go check out my other fics😘

Summary: your boyfriend(now ex) was being abusive towards you, and you called Matt, your best friend to come get you.

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You had a rocky relationship with your boyfriend. You always speculated that he was cheating on you or looking to cheat, he didn’t treat you the way you deserved.

He was messaging other girls, and you got upset with him, and he just broke up with you. He pushed you, shoving you away from him, hard enough that you fell backwards, and getting angry that you pointed it out.

You screamed “why did you push me?”

“I wasn’t cheating on you!!!” He got down yelling in your face.

You were terrified of him.

You didn’t drive and all you could think about was that you needed a ride out of his place. He refused to drive you home.

You called your best friend Matt, crying in the bathroom of your now ex’s house.

“Matt I need you to pick me up”

Matt felt a lump in his throat.

“Where are you? What’s wrong?”

He hears you sobbing, can barely speak.

All you could do was send him your location. He knew where your now ex boyfriend’s house was. Matt ran out to his car and sped over to the house.

“I’m on my way Y/N”

“He s-shoved me t-to the ground”

You said in between sobs.

You walked out of the bathroom, mascara running down your face, and walked right past your ex.

“Where do you think you’re going?”

Your ex grabbing your arm. Hard enough to leave red marks.

“I’m leaving, let go” you squirmed out of his grip.

“No you’re not” he said grabbing at your wrist even harder.

You could see the window from where you were standing, and seen Matt’s car pull in, and Matt get out right away.

“Oh come on, you got your little lover boy to come save you” he mocked.

Thankfully the door was unlocked, and Matt pushed open the door, seeing that your ex had his hand wrapped around your wrist.

“Hands off her man” Matt threatened.

Matt’s chest tightened. You could see the anger on Matt’s face that you’ve never seen before. He looked scary, but it made you feel safe knowing he was there.

“Get out of here. It’s none of your business” your ex let go of your wrist and walked over to Matt and got in Matt’s face grinding his teeth.

“It fully is my business. You never lay your hands on a woman” Matt raised his voice, face to face with your ex.

You were crying in the back, scared.

But this was your only way to escape. You tried walking past them as they were still face to face, and your ex reached his hand out and grabbed you by the back of your shirt. “You’re not going anywhere.”

Matt punched him. He lost the grip on you, and you ran out the door, and Matt punched him again making sure he was on the ground.

Matt followed now leaving out the door.

He opened the passenger side door and let you in. And he went around and sat in the drivers seat.

You were bawling, your face in your hands.

Your ex started running out the front door, and Matt drove off.

All Matt could do was hold your hand, comforting you.

Pulling into Matt’s driveway, Matt looked over at you, you still sobbing.

“I’m really sorry that happened” Matt said softly. “You’re safe now.”

You both got out of the car, and he came around to your side of the car, wrapping his arms around your waist in a big hug, and you put your head in his chest and sobbed. His hand reached up, cupping the back of your head to pull you closer.

“I got you, it’s okay” Matt kept reassuring in a calm soft voice. “I’m sorry if I scared you, I know I was not myself earlier, it’s because I didn’t like the way he was treating you, and he was hurting you and I couldn’t take it.”

You finally spoke. You were just in such shock and so much emotions running through you, “you looked scary, but in a comforting way. I knew you were helping me get out of there safely. Who knows what he could have done if you weren’t there” you said, voice cracking.

You both walked inside, Matt getting you ice packs for your wrists that were swollen, red, and already starting to bruise.

Matt ordered in food, gave you one of his sweaters to wear since most of your stuff was at your ex’s house. You both sat on the couch, your legs draped over his, and your head against his chest. He was running his fingers through your hair, trying to comfort you and calm you, and you were both curled up under the warm blanket. The movie was playing in the background, the only light in the living room was the soft glow from the tv.

“I’m so tired” you said rubbing your eyes, voice quiet.

“Go to sleep, sweetheart, it’s okay, you’re safe right here” he reassured you, his voice a soft whisper, continuing to play with your hair gently.

You ended up falling asleep in Matt’s arms. He was holding you so close, making sure you felt safe. He tucked the blankets gently around you, savouring the way you looked so peaceful in his arms.

Matt ended up falling asleep, his arms still tight around you.



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@courta13 @riggysworld @heartsonlyforchris @matts-sidepiece @sturniolooluvv @matthewsangel @whore4chris @mattsturniolofuckingsexy @sturkneeohloww @leila-marie4 @sturniolo-szn2 @tezzzzzzzz @fictionalboysstuff @sturnixblogger @vall67 @chrissbxby @sturniolobananas1 @sophand4n4 @stvvrn1olo @xxxxxxlovesstuff @mattspillowprincess @moond0llie

[fictionalboysstuff]

ɪ’ᴅ ʙᴇ ᴀ ʙᴇᴛᴛᴇʀ ʙᴏʏғʀɪᴇɴᴅ ᴛʜᴀɴ ʜɪᴍ

Summary: Matt asks you out on a date, but Chris gets upset because he was going to ask you first.

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You were the Sturniolos best friend. But you and Matt have always had feelings for each other, and he finally decided to ask you out on a date.

You were staying at their house for weeks at a time. When Matt asked you on a date, he told you to be ready by 4 and that you were going somewhere nice.

You sat at Matt’s gaming desk, with a little mirror and makeup all over. You were doing your makeup, jamming out to music, nervous for today’s date.

Once you were done makeup, you grabbed your tight black dress that hugged all of your curves.

You stood looking at yourself in the mirror, running your hands over your curves, admiring your body.

You see Chris pop up behind you in the mirror. You jumped.

“You scared me Chris” you muttered, throwing your hands over your heart.

Chris laughed. “Where do you think you’re going sweetheart?”

You blushed. You’ve always liked both Chris and Matt, but Matt asked you out on a date first.

“Matt asked me out on a date, and he told me to dress fancy” you said still staring in the mirror, checking yourself out.

Chris’s face dropped. He was smiling admiring you, but stopped.

“What? What do you mean he asked you out on a date?” He mumbled.

“He asked me?” You said confused, but also giggling.

“No no, he doesn’t deserve you baby” Chris mumbled, walking up behind you, putting his big hand on the small of your back. “You need someone who’s going to take care of you, he can’t do that for you.”

“How do you know he can’t do that for me?” You questioned, raising an eyebrow at him, still looking at him through the mirror.

You were so confused. Why are they both flirting with you all of a sudden?

You got goosebumps when you felt his big hand gently rest on your lower back. He felt you shiver under his touch, and he smirked.

He walked around your body, keeping his hand still, but now standing in front of you putting his other hand under your chin, moving your chin up to look at him.

“Baby, just give me one chance. One chance to prove I’d be a better boyfriend than him” he said smirking down at you.

The tension in Matt’s room was so high. You had no idea where Matt was, but if he seen this, he’d freak out.

Chris leaned in starting to kiss your neck. You let out a quiet moan, getting lost in the pleasure.

But something in your body made you pull away.

“c-Chris, I can’t” you said looking up at him, letting out a tiny frown. “I told Matt I’d be going on a date with him tonight”

“Just one chance” Chris repeated, moving his hand on your back, up and down.

The temptation was there. You wanted Chris so bad, but you weren’t sure where Matt was and you didn’t want to risk it because you also wanted Matt.

But there was no lie of sexual chemistry between you and Chris.

You had throbbing between your legs, and you lightly squeezed your thighs together to release some pressure.

Chris noticed.

“Baby, I know you want too” Chris said looking at you with hunger in his eyes.

Your lips just inches from each other, looking into each other eyes. His eyes were dark.

You let out a shaky breath.

“Chris, I shouldn’t” you paused, pulling back. You wanted to kiss Chris so bad, but you just promised Matt a date.

“I’d love to take you on a date tomorrow night” Chris said confidentially. He knew how you felt about him, so he had so much confidence and cockiness in his voice.

“We’ll see how it goes with Matt, and I’ll let you know” you giggled, grabbing his arm, and walking by him grabbing your purse.

“You shouldn’t need your purse baby. He should be paying. You know, I’d pay for your meal” Chris said still standing in the same spot, but turned towards you.

“This purse just goes with my outfit” you giggled. “He’s paying.”

You walked down the stairs to meet up with Matt who had just texted you saying he was in the kitchen whenever you were ready to go.

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@courta13 @riggysworld @heartsonlyforchris @matts-sidepiece @sturniolooluvv @matthewsangel @whore4chris @mattsturniolofuckingsexy @sturkneeohloww @leila-marie4 @sturniolo-szn2 @tezzzzzzzz @fictionalboysstuff @sturnixblogger @vall67 @chrissbxby @sturniolobananas1 @sophand4n4 @stvvrn1olo @xxxxxxlovesstuff @mattspillowprincess @moond0llie

[fictionalboysstuff]

ɪ’ᴅ ʙᴇ ᴀ ʙᴇᴛᴛᴇʀ ʙᴏʏғʀɪᴇɴᴅ ᴛʜᴀɴ ʜɪᴍ

Summary: Matt asks you out on a date, but Chris gets upset because he was going to ask you first.

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You were the Sturniolos best friend. But you and Matt have always had feelings for each other, and he finally decided to ask you out on a date.

You were staying at their house for weeks at a time. When Matt asked you on a date, he told you to be ready by 4 and that you were going somewhere nice.

You sat at Matt’s gaming desk, with a little mirror and makeup all over. You were doing your makeup, jamming out to music, nervous for today’s date.

Once you were done makeup, you grabbed your tight black dress that hugged all of your curves.

You stood looking at yourself in the mirror, running your hands over your curves, admiring your body.

You see Chris pop up behind you in the mirror. You jumped.

“You scared me Chris” you muttered, throwing your hands over your heart.

Chris laughed. “Where do you think you’re going sweetheart?”

You blushed. You’ve always liked both Chris and Matt, but Matt asked you out on a date first.

“Matt asked me out on a date, and he told me to dress fancy” you said still staring in the mirror, checking yourself out.

Chris’s face dropped. He was smiling admiring you, but stopped.

“What? What do you mean he asked you out on a date?” He mumbled.

“He asked me?” You said confused, but also giggling.

“No no, he doesn’t deserve you baby” Chris mumbled, walking up behind you, putting his big hand on the small of your back. “You need someone who’s going to take care of you, he can’t do that for you.”

“How do you know he can’t do that for me?” You questioned, raising an eyebrow at him, still looking at him through the mirror.

You were so confused. Why are they both flirting with you all of a sudden?

You got goosebumps when you felt his big hand gently rest on your lower back. He felt you shiver under his touch, and he smirked.

He walked around your body, keeping his hand still, but now standing in front of you putting his other hand under your chin, moving your chin up to look at him.

“Baby, just give me one chance. One chance to prove I’d be a better boyfriend than him” he said smirking down at you.

The tension in Matt’s room was so high. You had no idea where Matt was, but if he seen this, he’d freak out.

Chris leaned in starting to kiss your neck. You let out a quiet moan, getting lost in the pleasure.

But something in your body made you pull away.

“c-Chris, I can’t” you said looking up at him, letting out a tiny frown. “I told Matt I’d be going on a date with him tonight”

“Just one chance” Chris repeated, moving his hand on your back, up and down.

The temptation was there. You wanted Chris so bad, but you weren’t sure where Matt was and you didn’t want to risk it because you also wanted Matt.

But there was no lie of sexual chemistry between you and Chris.

You had throbbing between your legs, and you lightly squeezed your thighs together to release some pressure.

Chris noticed.

“Baby, I know you want too” Chris said looking at you with hunger in his eyes.

Your lips just inches from each other, looking into each other eyes. His eyes were dark.

You let out a shaky breath.

“Chris, I shouldn’t” you paused, pulling back. You wanted to kiss Chris so bad, but you just promised Matt a date.

“I’d love to take you on a date tomorrow night” Chris said confidentially. He knew how you felt about him, so he had so much confidence and cockiness in his voice.

“We’ll see how it goes with Matt, and I’ll let you know” you giggled, grabbing his arm, and walking by him grabbing your purse.

“You shouldn’t need your purse baby. He should be paying. You know, I’d pay for your meal” Chris said still standing in the same spot, but turned towards you.

“This purse just goes with my outfit” you giggled. “He’s paying.”

You walked down the stairs to meet up with Matt who had just texted you saying he was in the kitchen whenever you were ready to go.

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[fictionalboysstuff]

chris fucking you rough

the bed creaks with every rough thrust of chris’s hips slamming into yours.

his hands grip your hips as you moan pathetically into the pillow, his grunts accompanying your noises. he leans over, his chest pressing against your back. his pace doesn’t slow as he whispers shakily into your ear. “feels—feels good huh?”

all you can do is nod briefly, your eyes squeezed shut as your jaw falls slack.

his pace slows, and he snakes one of his hands to grab your jaw, tilting your head back slightly to look at him. you look up at him a bit dazed. “wha—why’d you stop?” “need y’to tell me how it feels.” he says, his eyes boring into yours.

“chris—cmon—“ you begin to mumble out, your eyebrows knitting together before you interrupt yourself. “it feels good, really good.”

as soon as you say that he smirks, his hand dropping your face back to the bed. his pace picks up, rougher and faster than before.

your eyes squeeze shut as the tip of his dick repeatedly hits the spot that makes you see stars. he leans back up, both of his hands on your hips again.

“y’feel so—fuckk—so good,” chris groans, his eyelids fluttering when he feels your walls clench around him.

the noises are lewd—his hips slapping against yours with reckless abandon. tears of pleasure fall from your eyes. “shh, shh, s’alright,” chris hushes you weakly, clearly struggling himself. he’s panting lightly, each breath coming out more as a moan.

“chris—mm fuck i’m close—“ you stammer out, barley able to form a sentence.

“i—i know baby, fu-fuck, cmon,” chris almost whimpers out before reaching a hand down to rub tight circles on your clit, pushing you over the edge. you practically wail out at the extra stimulation and your legs shake uncontrollably as you cum around his dick.

chris groans at the sight, his pace never faltering. he can’t hold back anymore; his hips still and his dick buried deep inside you, releasing warm ropes of hot cum in your pussy.

a/n: this is ass so sorry

[fictionalboysstuff]

Sneaking in…

Warnings: minors DO NOT ENGAGE!!!, smut, unprotected sex, pet names, cursing, I think that’s it

I do not consent to people copying my work or taking credit for it. All of my fics are my original ideas. If there is an issue with this then please let me know.

Backstory: you’re a pogue turned kook that met JJ at a party and you two have secretly started dating. Not proofreading so don’t come after me pls.

You were home alone sitting in your room scrolling on your phone in your bed when you hear a knock on your window. You put your phone on your nightstand and get up walking towards your window pulling back the curtains and seeing JJ. You unlock your window and open it.

“Hi” you say smiling moving aside for JJ to come in.

“Hey” he says climbing in and shutting the window locking it.

He turns to you as you reach up kissing him pulling his hair.

His breath catches in his throat at the suddenness of your touch, his fingers automatically coming up to tangle in your hair as he returns the kiss. For a moment he's completely still, then he pulls you closer, one hand sliding around your waist while the other stays in your hair.

I put my hands up his shirt on his abs caressing them smiling into the kiss.

He lets out a soft groan against your lips, his abs tensing under your touch. He pulls away slightly, just enough to look into your eyes, his breath coming in short gasps. His hands move from your waist up to frame your face gently.

I start pulling up his shirt as I start stepping back towards the bed.

He follows your lead, allowing you to pull his shirt off completely. His chest rises and falls rapidly as he steps closer to you, his eyes never leaving yours. Once at the edge of the bed, he gently pushes you down onto the mattress, his body hovering over yours as he leans down to kiss you again.

I fist his hair opening my legs allowing him to move in between them

He groans at the sudden movement of your legs opening, pressing himself closer to you as he deepens the kiss. His hands slide down to your hips, gripping them possessively as he settles between your legs. He breaks the kiss only to pull back slightly and stare at you.

He captures your lips in another passionate kiss. His hands start roaming freely over your body, pushing up your pajama top to reveal your stomach. He breaks the kiss to trail open-mouthed kisses down your neck and collarbone.

I quickly pushup my top to take off letting him help me.

He helps you take off your top, throwing it aside without caring where it lands. His eyes darken noticeably at the sight of you, and he takes a moment to process before leaning down to kiss your jawline again, one hand reaching behind your back to unhook your bra. "Fuck..."

I arch my back for him.

His eyes flutter closed as you arch your back, allowing him to remove your bra easily. He stares down at you for a moment, drinking in the sight of your bare chest. Without hesitation, he leans down and captures one of your nipples in his mouth, sucking gently as his hand squeezes the other.

I groan and roll my eyes back fluttering them closed.

He groans at the sound of your groan, feeling himself harden even more in his jeans. He switches his attention to the other side, continuing to suck and play with your nipples until you're a moaning, writhing mess underneath him. "Jesus Christ..." he mutters against your skin.

I reach down to his belt unbuckling it and reach to his shorts to unbutton and zip down.

He watches as your hands move to his belt and shorts while he kicks off his boots and socks, biting his lip as he continues to tease your nipples with his mouth. Once you start unbuttoning and unzipping his shorts, he helps by pushing it off with his boxers.

I lift my hips for him to take off my pajama bottoms.

"Fuck..." he mutters under his breath, his hands immediately moving to your waistband. He meets your eyes, checking one last time if you're completely sure before slowly peeling off your pajama bottoms. His breath hitches as he sees your matching lace panties. "Holy shit.”

I lift my hips for him.

He swallows hard, taking a moment to appreciate the sight before him before finally pulling down your panties completely off leaving nothing between him and bare skin. His hands shake slightly as they move back up towards your thighs spreading them wider apart gently pressing himself against where he knows will be wetness waiting for him. He watches your reaction, his jaw tight as you see him fully naked.

“Please”I beg.

"Fuck..." he whispers, his self-control snapping at your begging tone. He positions himself at your entrance, leaning down to capture your lips in a deep kiss as he starts to push inside slowly.

I break the kiss to moan.

He groans at the sound of your broken moan, slowly pushing deeper inside you. He's big, and he knows it. He takes his time, letting you adjust to his size as he fills you completely. Once he's fully seated, he pauses, his forehead resting against yours as he catches his breath.

I roll my hips.

"Jesus Christ..." he mutters, his eyes fluttering closed as you roll your hips underneath him. He grabs your hip with one hand to stop you from moving too much, his other hand reaching up to grab the headboard of your bed. "Fuck, stop moving or I'm gonna come already,"

“Please I need you” I say desperately.

"God, don't say shit like that..." he whispers, finally losing control. He pulls back slightly before thrusting forward again, setting a steady rhythm that builds with each movement. His lips find your neck, kissing and sucking as he fucks you slowly but deeply.

You wrap your arms around his neck.

He wraps his arms around you, holding you close as he continues to thrust into you. The position allows him to hit that spot deep inside you with each stroke. He can feel your nails digging into his neck and it only turns him on more. "You feel so fucking good.”

You moan out over and over with each thrust.

"Fuck, baby..." he groans, his pace increasing slightly. He's trying to hold back, to make this last longer for you, but hearing your moans is making it impossible. He lifts his head to look down at you, watching as your eyes roll back and your mouth falls open in pleasure.

“JJ” I moan out.

"Shit, shit, shit..." He loses all control at the sound of his name on your lips like that. He starts pounding into you harder and faster, the bed creaking loudly with each thrust. One hand moves between us to rub circles on your clit while maintaining eye contact.

“I’m gonna-“ you say breathily.

"Come on my dick, baby," he growls, his fingers pressing harder on your clit. His dirty words send you over the edge, and you scream his name as you come all over his hard length.

As your orgasm hits and your pussy clenches around him, JJ groans deeply. "Fuck yeah..." He thrusts a few more times before slamming into you deeply one last time. His body tenses as he comes hard inside you. He collapses on top of you, both of you panting heavily as you come down from your highs.

He buries his face in your neck, kissing and nipping at the sensitive skin there. "Holy shit..." he murmurs against your neck. He pulls out and holds you for the rest of the night as you both fall asleep.

Author’s note: Alright so this was my first smut so go easy on me. It’s not great but hope you guys like it considering it’s what you all voted on. Xoxo

[fictionalboysstuff]

chat i fear we need more of forehead chris.. 🙈