myobscuredmindd

[myobscuredmindd]

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... in which you confess you're bored with your sex life because its always missionary, so matt makes sure you're never bored

cw: backshots!!! several positions, eating out, p in v no protection, dom!matt, multiple orgasms, self-orgasm denial?

The room is warm with late evening air, the single lamp casting a circle of light over the bedspread. Matt is leaning back against the headboard, phone in hand, scrolling.

You’re lying next to him on your stomach, cheek propped on your arm. You keep glancing over at him, chewing your lip.

He doesn’t look up. “What?”

You swallow. “Nothing.”

He squints at you over the phone. “Nah. What?”

You hide your face in the pillow.

He pries it away easily. “Stop that. Tell me.”

Your voice is tiny. “I don’t want to hurt your feelings.”

He perks up immediately. “Oh now you have to say it.”

You sigh, heart thudding. “It’s just... every time we have sex, it’s missionary.”

He freezes. His eyebrows raise slowly, one side of his mouth ticking up.

“Yeah?”

You stammer, mortified. “It’s not that I don’t like it! It’s good—really good—I just thought maybe... something different could be fun?”

He blinks at you.

Then he laughs once, low in his throat.

“Oh. You want different.”

You open your mouth, but he’s already moving.

He grabs you by the waist, lifting you easily and tossing you onto your back. You squeal, arms flailing.

He climbs over you, pinning you with his hips, face close enough that you feel his breath.

“You think I can’t fuck you every way you want?”

Your heart kicks in your chest.

“Matt—”

He grins. “I’ll show you different.”

_________

He kisses you hard, so rough your lips burn immediately. His teeth catch your lower lip and tug until you whimper.

Your hands scramble at his shirt. He breaks the kiss only to yank it over his head and throw it aside, his skin flushed from the heat.

You run your fingers over his chest and stomach, tracing the ridges of muscle, feeling how warm he is. He hisses, eyes dark.

“Touch me more,” he mutters, voice gone gritty.

You flatten your palms against his chest, nails raking lightly over his nipples. His stomach jumps under your hands, breath stuttering.

“Fuck,” he grits out. “Keep that up and I’m not gonna last.”

He grabs the hem of your shirt and yanks it off in one brutal motion. He doesn’t even bother unclasping your bra at first—he just pulls the cups down, exposing your breasts.

“Look at you,” he says thickly.

He palms them, thumbs rolling over your nipples, watching them pebble.

You arch under him.

He doesn’t tease long. He takes one nipple into his mouth and sucks hard, pulling a choked cry from your lips.

He can feel your pulse fluttering in your chest as he licks around the sensitive bud, teeth grazing just enough to make you squirm.

He groans around you, the sound vibrating in your skin.

“Fuck—you feel so good in my mouth,” he mutters as he switches sides.

Your fingers bury in his hair, tugging.

He loves the sting of it. Loves how you yank him closer, silently begging.

He suckles hard, drawing another desperate whimper from you.

His cock is throbbing in his shorts already, leaking precum, the fabric darkening where the head drags against it.

_________

He pulls back and yanks your bra off properly, tossing it behind him.

“Gonna ruin you tonight,” he promises.

Your stomach flips.

He smirks, dipping his head to mouth along your ribs, leaving open, wet kisses.

“Matt—please,” you gasp.

“Please what?” he taunts, breath hot.

“More—please.”

“Yeah,” he growls. “I bet.”

He hooks his fingers in your waistband and tugs your shorts and underwear down in one go.

You try to close your legs, embarrassed.

“Open,” he orders, voice sharp.

You obey immediately.

His gaze drops between your thighs.

“Fuck,” he breathes. His thumb drags lightly through your slick folds.

He can feel how soaked you are, the heat of you, the way you flutter around nothing.

“Already dripping.”

You squirm, face on fire.

He chuckles darkly.

“You want it different? I’ll give you different.”

He shoves your legs further apart and leans down between them.

You barely have time to gasp before his mouth is on you.

He licks you broad and slow at first, tasting you deliberately.

“Goddamn,” he groans into you. “You taste so fucking good.”

The vibration makes your hips jump.

He grips them tight to keep you in place.

He flicks his tongue against your clit, making you yelp.

Then he flattens his tongue and drags it, slow but firm, over your whole slit, collecting every drop of slick.

For him it’s intoxicating—the salt, the heat, the way you’re so wet he can barely keep up.

He’s painfully hard, his cock pushing insistently against the waistband of his shorts with every noise you make.

He noses at your entrance, inhaling deeply, the smell of you making him dizzy.

“Fuck, baby. Keep moaning. I wanna hear you.”

He wraps his lips around your clit and sucks, hard.

You jerk, nearly sobbing.

He loves how you writhe. How he can feel your thighs quivering under his palms.

He adds a finger, pushing in slow.

You’re so hot and tight around it he groans.

“God—you’re squeezing me already.”

He starts fucking you with his finger, curling it deliberately to press that spot that makes your hips buck.

When you cry out, he grins against you.

He adds a second finger, scissoring you open, tongue working your clit in relentless circles.

Your moans turn breathless, broken.

“Matt—I’m gonna—”

“Cum for me.”

He thrusts his fingers faster, sucking you so hard you see stars.

Your orgasm slams into you, your walls pulsing around his fingers.

He keeps going, dragging it out until you’re whining, thighs shaking uncontrollably.

He finally pulls back, chin shiny, eyes dark.

“Fuck,” he breathes. “Never get tired of that.”

You’re boneless, gasping.

He stands and strips in record time.

When his boxers drop, his cock springs free—thick, flushed, wet at the tip.

You can see the vein pulsing along the shaft, the precum leaking steadily.

He wraps a hand around it and strokes once, groaning.

“Look what you do to me,” he says, voice hoarse.

Position….1

He pushes you onto your stomach with firm hands on your hips, pinning you flat against the sheets.

“Stay,” he orders. His voice is deep, edged with anticipation.

You swallow hard, cheek pressed to the mattress. You can feel your heart hammering.

You try to squirm, but he plants a heavy palm on your lower back, holding you down.

“Stop moving,” he growls. “I want you still.”

He shifts behind you, the bed dipping under his weight.

You hear the wet, obscene sound of him stroking himself once, twice—lining up.

You shiver at the heat of his cock pressing against your folds.

“Fuck, you’re soaked for me,” he mutters.

You whine, fingers curling in the sheets.

He pushes in slow.

You gasp—the stretch is so different this way, so deep. Your legs automatically try to spread wider, but the mattress keeps you trapped.

He groans behind you, voice cracking.

“Jesus. So fucking tight like this.”

For him, it’s blinding. The way you squeeze him when you’re pinned—no leverage to move or squirm away. He can feel every twitch of your walls, every ripple of heat dragging along his cock.

He bottoms out, hips pressed flush to your ass.

You choke on a moan.

“Matt—”

He leans forward, his chest hot on your back. His lips brush your ear.

“You feel that?” he hisses.

You nod frantically, breath stuttering.

“So deep,” you gasp.

“Yeah,” he breathes. “Can’t run. Can’t do anything but take it.”

He starts to move.

Long, slow thrusts at first—so deliberate you feel everything. The drag, the stretch, the way he pulls nearly all the way out before pushing back in, making you choke on your own moans.

For him, the sensation is exquisite. Your heat clings to him, so wet he can feel the slick coating his length every time he slides back in.

He curses under his breath.

“Fuck—you’re squeezing me so good,” he growls, fingers digging into your hips.

You whimper.

“Please—”

“Please what?”

“Faster—”

He laughs darkly, voice ragged.

“You want faster?”

He braces both hands on your hips and slams in.

You cry out, high and broken.

He keeps going, snapping his hips so hard the bed creaks under you.

Each thrust drives you into the mattress, your face buried in the sheets as your moans go muffled.

But he can hear every one.

“Louder,” he pants. “Let me hear how much you love it.”

You try to speak but it breaks into a sob of his name.

Your pussy clenches around him so tight he has to grit his teeth.

“Fuck—don’t do that. Gonna make me cum,” he snarls.

He pushes even deeper, adjusting his angle.

You scream, stars bursting behind your eyes as he finds that spot.

“That’s it,” he growls, voice shaking. “God, you feel fucking perfect.”

His abs tighten, sweat dripping from his brow onto your back. He can feel his orgasm threatening already, the heat curling tight at the base of his spine.

But he holds back.

Barely.

“Not yet,” he pants. “I’m not fucking done with you.”

He slows just enough to keep control, the long, grinding thrusts making your toes curl.

He presses a hot kiss between your shoulder blades, breathing ragged.

“Tell me you’re not bored,” he whispers, voice wrecked.

You manage a breathless, half-sobbing laugh.

“Not bored—Matt—please—”

He grins against your skin, teeth scraping lightly.

“Good girl.”

He gives one last deep, slow thrust that makes you shiver all over.

Then he pulls out, your slick dripping onto the sheets, his cock wet and throbbing against your thigh.

He doesn’t give you time to recover.

Position….2

You’re panting into the sheets, still shaking when he pulls out. Your whole body feels boneless, slick dripping between your thighs.

He’s leaning over you, breath hot at your ear, cock rubbing wetly against the back of your thigh.

“On your hands and knees,” he orders, voice low and cracked with lust.

You try to move, limbs trembling.

“Now.”

You push up shakily, planting your palms on the bed, ass in the air.

He sits back for a moment, just looking.

“Fuck.”

His voice is reverent, almost ruined.

You feel his eyes on you, taking in the curve of your spine, the wet mess between your thighs.

He slides a hand down your back, pressing firmly, adjusting your hips just how he wants them.

“Perfect,” he mutters roughly.

You shiver, feeling open, vulnerable.

He slides the swollen head of his cock through your folds, gathering slick.

It feels so hot—so heavy—nudging your entrance but not pushing in yet.

He leans forward over your back, breath ragged.

“Stay just like that.”

Then he thrusts in hard.

You cry out, head snapping back, eyes rolling.

The angle is brutal—he hits so deep your vision goes spotty.

He shudders at the heat of you, the way you clamp down automatically.

“Jesus—fuck—you’re tight like this,” he groans.

He pulls out almost all the way, teasing your entrance, and you feel every ridge of him drag against your walls.

Then he slams in again.

You scream, palms sliding on the sheets.

He grabs your hips so hard you know you’ll have finger-shaped bruises.

You’re gasping, shaking, trying desperately to keep yourself upright.

But your arms give out halfway through.

You collapse onto your elbows, face buried in the mattress.

He snarls behind you, adjusting immediately.

One hand fists in your hair and yanks you partially back up.

“Nuh-uh. Don���t you go limp on me yet.”

You’re whimpering, barely able to hold yourself up, shoulders burning.

He wraps an arm around your waist to keep you in place, fucking you hard and deep.

He watches himself disappear into you, the sight enough to make his balls draw tight, precum leaking freely.

He feels everything—the heat, the wet squeeze, the flutter every time you moan.

It’s insane how wet you are, the sound of it obscene as he pounds in.

“Listen to that,” he pants, voice cracking. “Fucking soaked for me.”

Your cries are high, helpless.

He loves it.

He feels like he’s going to lose his mind, the tight heat of you milking him, the sight of your body trembling under his grip.

He hisses through his teeth, eyes rolling back.

“God—you feel fucking unreal.”

He leans over, chest to your back, lips at your ear.

“Say you’re mine.”

“Yours,” you sob.

He thrusts harder, making you scream.

“Again.”

“Yours, Matt!”

He snarls in satisfaction, biting your shoulder hard enough to leave a mark.

Your pussy flutters, squeezing him even tighter.

He groans, voice ragged and raw.

“Fuck—keep doing that and I’m gonna fill you up right now.”

You shake under him, walls clenching, so close it hurts.

“Matt—I—”

He knows you’re about to cum.

He fucks you through it mercilessly, pace going erratic, chasing his own edge.

Your orgasm crashes over you hard, pulsing around him so tight he has to stop, burying himself deep as he gasps curses into your skin.

But he doesn’t cum yet.

He forces himself to pull back slowly, watching your release drip down his shaft.

He’s shaking from holding back, sweat dripping onto your spine.

He breathes heavy at your ear.

“Good girl,” he growls, voice shredded.

Position….3

You’re still limp on the bed, panting, when he withdraws slowly, groaning at the wet, obscene schlick of leaving your heat.

You whimper at the emptiness, slick dripping messily onto the sheets.

But he doesn’t give you long to catch your breath.

He grips your hips firmly, dragging you toward the edge of the mattress so your ass is perched right at the end.

You squeal in surprise, legs kicking weakly.

“Shh,” he says, voice low and commanding. “Don’t fight me.”

He presses you down with one big hand on your belly.

Your legs dangle for a second until he hooks them over his shoulders, forcing you open.

You feel exposed, every wet, needy inch of you bared to him.

He groans at the sight, fingers digging into your thighs to hold them wide.

“God. Look at this fucking view.”

You squirm, face hot.

“Matt—”

He drags the blunt head of his cock through your folds, gathering your slick.

You both watch it smear across him, his shaft gleaming with it.

His eyes go nearly black.

“You’re dripping everywhere,” he mutters.

He pushes in slow.

You feel everything. The head catching slightly at your entrance before stretching you wide, the wet heat of you wrapping around him inch by thick inch.

He curses viciously when he bottoms out.

“Fuck—so deep like this,” he gasps.

For him, it’s overwhelming. The angle makes you impossibly tight, squeezing every nerve ending.

He can feel the flutter of your walls around him, the slick warmth coating him all the way down to his balls.

He shudders, fighting to hold still.

Your head falls back limply, mouth open in a silent moan.

He braces his feet wider on the floor, adjusting his grip on your thighs.

Then he starts moving.

Long, hard thrusts.

Your body jolts with every snap of his hips, your moans breaking into sobs.

He watches your tits bounce with every impact, the way your belly trembles.

“Fucking perfect,” he pants. “Made for this.”

He leans forward slightly, folding you even tighter, pressing your knees back toward your chest.

The new angle makes you wail, his cock hitting so deep you swear you can’t take it.

Your pussy clenches around him, wet and messy, the sound lewd in the quiet room.

He loves it.

He loves watching himself slide in and out, the ring of slick around his cock getting wetter and sloppier with every thrust.

“Listen to you,” he growls. “So fucking wet.”

You’re barely coherent.

“Matt—please—so good—”

He snaps his hips faster.

The slap of skin on skin gets louder, the bed frame creaking in protest.

His abs tighten with the effort, sweat dripping down his chest.

He can feel how close he is—balls tight, cock pulsing inside you, your heat dragging him to the edge.

He hisses through his teeth, fighting it.

“Fuck—gonna cum—”

Your eyes flutter, dazed.

“Inside,” you gasp. “Please, Matt—inside me.”

He groans so loud it breaks into a snarl.

“Yeah? Want me to fill you up?”

You nod frantically, thighs trembling on his shoulders.

He loses it a little, pace going ragged.

His vision tunnels on the sight of you spread and begging, your pussy gripping him greedily.

He slams in once, twice, so deep you scream.

Then he pulls back, panting hard.

He doesn’t let himself cum yet.

He’s sweating, chest heaving, hands shaking with the effort to hold back.

“Fuck,” he growls, voice wrecked.

He lowers your legs slowly off his shoulders, letting them fall open on either side of his hips.

He leans over you, forehead pressed to yours, both of you gasping.

“Next one,” he pants. “I’m not fucking done.”

Position….4

You’re still sprawled on the edge of the bed, gasping, hair stuck to your sweaty face.

He’s hovering over you, panting like he ran a marathon. His whole body aches and shakes with restraint, trying to hold back.

But the second he gets his breath, he grabs your hips and yanks you up.

You squeak in surprise, legs wobbling when they hit the floor.

Your knees buckle, but he hauls you upright with ease, pressing you against his chest.

“Not done,” he growls into your ear.

He kisses you hard—all teeth and tongue and groaning, like he’s starved.

You’re dizzy from it, your fingers clawing at his shoulders.

He doesn’t even let you answer.

He grabs you under the thighs and lifts you, slamming your back against the wall so hard you gasp.

Your legs wrap around him automatically, arms clinging to his neck.

Your bare, slick folds grind against the thick, hot length of him, both of you moaning at the friction.

He leans his forehead to yours, voice wrecked.

“Hold on.”

Then he lines up and shoves in all at once.

You scream, head hitting the wall behind you, eyes rolling back.

The angle is insane—he’s deeper than ever, pushing your body up the wall with every thrust.

He curses loudly, voice cracking.

“Fucking—god—so tight—can’t—”

He has to brace one arm against the wall to keep you both upright, the other gripping your ass hard enough to bruise, forcing you down onto him.

You’re just taking it, legs locked around him, completely at his mercy.

Every thrust drives you higher on the wall, the friction delicious and unbearable at once.

Your pussy is so wet it sounds obscene, your slick drooling down his balls.

He feels every ripple of you clenching around him, dragging him deeper.

It’s almost too much.

He buries his face in your neck, biting down hard enough to make you sob.

“Mine,” he snarls, voice muffled.

You’re crying his name, fingers digging into his back, nails raking red lines into his sweaty skin.

He growls at the pain—it spurs him on, makes him thrust even harder.

Your walls flutter violently around him, milking him.

“Gonna cum,” you wail.

“Yeah? Fuck—cum for me,” he snarls.

He slams you into the wall, pace brutal, chasing it with everything he has left.

You break.

Your orgasm hits like a truck, your body locking up, pussy squeezing him so hard he sees stars.

You’re wailing, face buried in his shoulder.

He can’t hold back anymore.

Your heat strangles him, that desperate wet clench milking him for everything.

“Fuck—fuck—I’m gonna—”

He thrusts once, twice more and roars, hips jerking.

He buries himself as deep as he can go and explodes inside you.

He cums hard, pulsing, filling you with so much you can feel it dripping down.

He’s gasping curses into your neck, shaking, cock twitching helplessly inside you as aftershocks roll through him.

Your bodies slide slightly down the wall, still locked together, breathing like you’ve both run miles.

He doesn’t let you go.

He keeps you pinned there, his forehead pressed to yours, eyes glazed, lips brushing your cheek.

“Jesus,” he breathes, voice completely ruined.

You’re limp, whining softly at the oversensitivity but unwilling to move.

He laughs, breathless and hoarse.

“Still bored?” he manages, voice cracking.

You whimper an incoherent sound and he smirks, pressing a shaky kiss to your lips.

a/n - so um guys im taking a break from writing smut cause i dont fw my writing at all lately... hope u guys liked it tho??

[myobscuredmindd]

heyhey! idk if you reqs but if you do, can you make bsf!chris finding out the reader has crush on him and now he's fucking her dumb?

ㅤׂㅤ⊹ㅤㅤsmut,⠀(bestfriend dynamic) bsf!chris,⠀pnv, ⠀mild bumbification kink,⠀fingering,⠀size kink,⠀teasing

when Chris found out about your little crush, did you really think he wouldn’t pull you into his lap and fuck it out of you?

You weren’t even supposed to be doing anything.

It was just a hangout—his house, his hoodie slung over your smaller frame, the sleeves swallowing your wrists while your bare legs rested easily across his lap. It felt familiar, safe even… until his fingers dipped between your thighs like they owned you. Like this wasn’t the first time he’d had you open in his lap and pliant in his arms.

Chris leaned back against the couch cushions with you folded into his chest, his fingers already pushing up inside your cunt, slow and deep and purposeful. His other hand dragged your thigh open further across his lap, just enough for him to slip his palm flat over your clit and start rubbing it in gentle, hungry circles.

His tone, though, was the worst of it—teasing and smug, thick with that grin you couldn’t see but could feel.

“Didn’t think I’d find out from Matt, huh?”

he murmured low, brushing his nose into your hairline, lips curling against your temple. “Tellin’ my brother all the shit you shoulda said to me. How bad you want it... how dumb I make your pretty little head go.”

“C-Chris… I d-didn’t mean it like that, I s-swear…” As she let out a whimper as his fingers curled perfectly against that soft spot inside you, dragging back out with a wet noise before pressing in again.

"Fuckkk, ma... you’re soaked." His breath caught just a little, just enough to sound ragged at the edges. "You tryna act all innocent sittin’ on me like this, wearin’ my fuckin’ hoodie, but you’re squeezin’ my fingers like you need 'em."

Your hand curled into his shirt, drooling a little from your open mouth before catching yourself—only for Chris to tilt his head down and catch the drool on his thumb, thumb that he rubbed slowly under your bottom lip before bringing it down between your legs.

He pulled his fingers out, wet and glistening. Watched your folds clench around nothing, desperate.

Then you felt it—his cock twitching under you. Thick. Hot. Pressed up against the inside of your thigh under those loose sweats he always wore. He adjusted his hips just enough to lift you slightly, one hand holding your thigh while the other tugged his waistband down, letting his cock spring free—fat, flushed, and already leaking.

Chris groaned under his breath and dipped his thumb between your legs again, smearing your slick up over the tip of his cock, spreading it slow. His voice dropped to a rasp.

"You're so fuckin' wet for me, ma. Look at that… fuckfuck."

Your eyes fluttered as he pulled your panties aside with one hand, guiding the blunt head to your soaked slit. He let it rest there a second, dragging it through the mess he made between your folds, rubbing it against your clit until you squirmed in his lap.

Your hips jerked—needy, overwhelmed...“Nngh—t-too much, y’too big, Ch- chris—” he just chuckled, arms curling around you from behind.

"You’re so tiny, baby....Always forget how small this lil' cunt is until I gotta stretch it out allll over again," he muttered, kissing the side of your neck as he pushed in slowly—inch by inch, stuffing you full.

You gasped, back arching, thighs tensing. “C-chris– nghhh– ah...too much–”

He cooed at you, quiet but low. “Nah, you can take it. You always do. Just gotta let me help you.”

One of his hands held your waist firm, the other holding your thigh out, bouncing you slow and easy on his cock. His arms caged you in, snug against his chest, and your feet barely touched the couch cushion, your whole body helpless in his lap. You whined when he rolled his hips up from underneath, grinding deeper, brushing your clit with every slow bounce.

"S’tight, baby," he groaned, chin hooked over your shoulder. "So fuckin’ tight. You’re squeezin’ me like– like... you dunno what to do with it..."

His hand came up between your legs again, thumb circling your clit as he fucked up into you—gentle, deep thrusts that had your head falling back, eyes fluttering.

"Say it." He nuzzled into your hair, voice soft and dangerous. "Tell me what you told Matt... What you really wanted from me? Hm?"

You shook your head, lips trembling, but his thumb pressed a little harder and he bottomed out all the way, his cock so thick it pushed your belly out slightly. You cried into his chest, fingers fisting his hoodie, legs kicking uselessly as he held you steady.

"Say it, maaa," he dragged the word slow, almost like a mock. “Say how bad you wanna be fucked dumb. Say you only think straight when you’re full of me.”

You were already falling apart—hips twitching, thighs clenching around his, drool wetting your lips again as he bounced you faster, rougher now. His hands gripped your thighs like he owned them, pulling you down every time he pushed up, his cock bullying deeper inside your swollen pussy.

"Good girl..." he groaned, feeling your walls flutter around him. "That’s itttt– Gonna fuck the rest of those secrets outta you."

And you let him. Fucked out, whimpery, stuffed and small and drooling all over him—you let him.

ㅤ⠀ㅤㅤ⊹ㅤ⠀© RENESSAㅤㅤ⠀࣭ ㅤㅤ do not steal nor copy!Lil note; this is my first req 😭 I hope you like it! Btw thanks for 100 followers <3 wanna be on my taglist? Click here!

[myobscuredmindd]

── ⋮ ⌗ “HOW FUCKING SICK” . . . ⟢ BFF.ᐟCHRIS ᵎᵎ

CONTENTS: smut-heavy plot, cheating (reader), unprotected p in v, creampie, possessive!chris + more . . . WC: 1.6k

DISLCAIMER: this is purely fictional. i do not condone cheating, lying, or manipulative behavior in real life. this is just for the sick & twisted little brains (mine mostly)

“i just don’t trust him, babe.”

your boyfriend’s voice crackles through the phone, weak and whiny in your ear, and your grip tightens until your fingers hurt. he’s talking about chris. again. and normally, you’d tell him to stop overthinking, tell him he’s being jealous for no reason —but it’s hard to form a sentence when chris is currently balls-deep inside you.

you’re on his lap, straddling him like a fucking slut, thighs trembling as you try to stay still, try to breathe, phone tucked between your cheek and shoulder like this is normal. like you’re not totally soaking the base of his cock while denying the allegations your boyfriends throwing your way.

“he’s just always around,” your boyfriend continues. “and it’s like… i don’t know, the way he looks at you? it’s not just friendly. i see it.”

chris is watching you.

you blink hard, mouth parting, trying to breathe through it, but chris has other plans. he’s fucking deep, lazy with it, like he’s got all night to ruin you. like it’s nothing to be buried inside you while your boyfriend vents about how “he’s just always there, it’s weird.”

you manage a strangled, “you’re overthinking it—” before chris thrusts up.

your breath hitches, and a shaky little gasp slips out.

your boyfriend picks up on it instantly. “you okay?”

you nod again, too quickly. “yeah—yeah, i’m fine. just—” you clear your throat, voice wobbling. “just moved wrong.”

wrong lie. because nothing about the way chris is fucking you feels wrong. it feels sick, and brutal, and perfect. it feels like you’re his. like you’ve always been his.

one hand gripping your hip hard enough to bruise, the other trailing up your spine, slow and taunting. his chest rises and falls with each breath, but his smug expression doesn’t change. 

he leans forward, lips brushing your ear. “put him on speaker.”

you shake your head, eyes wide, panic laced with arousal.

his hand leaves your waist and grabs your jaw, tilting your face down toward him.

“put it on speaker, baby.”

your heart slams against your ribs. you hesitate for one more second, thumb shaking — you pull the phone away and hit the button.

your boyfriend’s voice is louder now, echoing through the room.

“—just doesn’t make sense. it’s always him. you never even invite me over anymore.”

chris’s hips lift into you again, harder. your body jerks, your voice falters, but you try to play it off with a soft, breathy, “i swear we’re just friends…”

your boyfriend huffs. “it doesn’t feel like it.”

you want to answer, you do. but chris starts fucking up into you with slow, heavy thrusts, his fingers slipping between your thighs to rub circles into your clit and you nearly collapse forward from how hard it hits.

you bite your lip so hard you taste blood.

he’s watching you, lips parted, nostrils flaring. this is a game to him. your boyfriend’s voice fills the room while chris fucks you right in front of it. there’s nothing subtle anymore — every wet sound, every stutter in your breath, every bounce of your thighs against his lap, it’s all out in the open.

he starts thrusting up harder now, dragging you down onto him over and over, and the sound of it is filthy — slick and rhythmic. your cunt’s so wet it’s practically leaking down his cock, the wet squelch echoing louder than your boyfriend’s voice. you slap a hand over your mouth and pray he doesn’t hear it.

he’s rambling now, “you’ve been acting different, too. like you’re hiding something. i just feel like there’s stuff you’re not telling me.”

your voice is barely audible. “no—there’s nothing.”

chris grins under you.

his thumb slides between your legs and finds your clit again, rubbing fast, merciless circles while he pounds into you. it’s so good, so fucking wrong, and your head tips back as you fight off the orgasm building in your stomach.

your boyfriend keeps talking, oblivious. “you still love me, right?”

chris doesn’t even flinch. his grip on your hips tightens, and his mouth is at your ear before you can answer, voice rough and low and filthy.

“go on,” he murmurs, thrusting up into you slow and deep, “tell him you love him while i’m buried in this fuckin’ pussy.”

your breath shudders out of you, lips trembling as you try to form words.

“y-yeah,” you stammer into the speaker, “i—i love you.”

chris bites back a moan, smirking against your neck. “liar.”

he grinds up harder, dragging the head of his cock against the spot that makes your whole body twitch, your walls pulsing around him.

“you gonna tell him how you’re creamin’ all over my dick right now?” he hisses, fucking up into you faster. “how this pussy won’t stop sucking me in? if you really loved him, you wouldn’t be takin’ me this deep.”

you squeeze your eyes shut, trying to keep the whimper down in your throat, but your voice cracks as you answer, “ i do. i swear i do—”

“then what the fuck is going on?” your boyfriend snaps. “just be honest with me.”

your whole body jerks forward when chris fucks up into you again, harder this time — so deep it knocks the breath out of you.

“’cause you don’t text me back for hours,” he keeps going, voice climbing, desperate now. “you cancel every plan. you say you’re tired, you say you’re busy — but yet he’s always there, you have time for him.”

chris chuckles under his breath, low and taunting. “poor fuckin’ guy,” he mutters, just for you. “he’s beggin’ for answers while you’re bouncing on my cock.”

your legs shake. you try to answer, try to say something, but the words get stuck behind a moan you barely bite back.

your boyfriend keeps going. “i know something’s wrong. don’t lie to me—do you even want to be with me anymore?”

chris hums darkly. “go on,” he murmurs, teeth grazing your jaw. “lie to him again. while this pussy’s clenching all over me.”

“yes,” you gasp, barely able to breathe. “i do want you.”

“bullshit,” chris growls. 

“are you crying?” your boyfriend asks, quieter now, suddenly soft. “baby, talk to me. did i do something wrong?”

you can hear the way his voice shakes. the ache behind it. he thinks you’re upset — thinks you’re pulling away because of something he did, and you can feel the guilt bubbling up your throat all while chris is still fucking you like it’s a competition he’s winning with every thrust.

“he doesn’t even fuckin’ know,” chris says, snapping his hips up again, his voice turning cruel. “he thinks you’re crying ’cause you’re sad. not ’cause you’re about to cum on another man’s dick.”

“please,” you whisper, not even sure who you’re talking to anymore.

there’s a pause on the line.

“can i just come over?” your boyfriend asks quietly. “please. i don’t know what’s going on, but… i just wanna see you. talk face-to-face.”

chris stills under you, voice dripping with filth, he murmurs, “let him.”

you blink, dazed, swallowing thick.

“okay, yeah.” you breathe, and your boyfriend exhales like he’s been holding it in all day.

“i’ll be there in fifteen.”

and that’s all he gets because chris reaches forward, grabs the phone from your hand, and hangs up before you can even say goodbye.

click. silence.

“chris! you can’t just—” you start, eyes wide.

but chris doesn’t let you finish, he grabs your hips and slams up into you, knocking the breath out of your lungs. no warm-up. no warning. just full-force, relentless fucking.

“fifteen minutes, huh?” he grits out, pounding into you like he’s trying to brand himself into your body. “gonna give that poor boy a hug with my fuckin’ cum still leaking outta you?”

you cry out, back arching as your body trembles, the overstimulation already too much.

“gonna sit on his lap,” chris growls, “wrap your arms around his neck, all sweet and soft—while you’re full of me?”

you try to shake your head, try to say no, but all that comes out is a gasp.

“nah, don’t lie now. he wants to see you?” he hisses. “he can see what the fuck’s mine.”

his pace gets brutal. every thrust feels deeper, rougher, dragging slick, obscene sounds from between your thighs. your nails claw at his chest, legs starting to give out.

“shit—chris—s’too much—”

“you think he could ever fuck you like this? think he could make you cry for it?”

and then you do—the tears spill, your moans breaking into sobs as you clamp down around him, voice cracking as you cum hard. it wracks through your whole body, legs shaking, breath hitching in your throat.

chris fucks you through it, growling under his breath, until he finally snarls and buries himself deep — so fucking deep — and finishes inside you with a low broken “fuck.”

he holds you there, chest heaving, both of you slick with sweat and sin.

then, gently he grips your waist and helps lift you off of him. you whimper at the loss, knees weak, body wrecked.

his cum starts to slips out of you immediately.

“nah,” he mutters, sliding two fingers between your thighs and fucking it right back in. you jolt, hips twitching. “not wasting that.”

he grabs your underwear off the floor and slides them up your legs for you, careful and slow, like he didn’t just ruin you.

then he stands, tugging his sweats back on, voice low as he leans in by your ear.

“how fucking sick,” he murmurs, “gonna comfort him while my cum’s still dripping out of you.”

your face burns. you throw a weak slap at his chest, but he just grins and backs toward the door.

as he opens it, he pauses, glancing around your room.

“might wanna light a candle,” he says casually. “smells like sex in here.”

you grab the nearest pillow and hurl it at him.

he laughs, catches it midair, tosses it back onto the bed, and disappears into the hall — door clicking shut behind him like nothing ever happened.

authors note: meow !!!!!!!!!

[myobscuredmindd]

taste the rush

summary: vampire!chris let himself get too hungry...

contains: smut, dom!chris, blood kink? kinda

chris had never been more hungry in his life. he had his fair share of almost hungry. but he was downright starving. his brother nick had told him over and over again don't let it get bad- or you won't be able to control what it makes you do. he should've listened to him.

and now here he was, feasting on you like you were his last meal while he thrusted in and out of you. your wines and gasps- struggling to keep in your tears as he sucked and drank your blood for all you were worth only spurred him on.

he wish he could stop. but your sweet delicious blood was just too addicting and you had just offered yourself on a silver platter to him. how could he turn you down?

and now look, you were getting what you wanted, his tip kissing your cervix making you keen, hitting every spot you didn't know was there. your cunt was basically sobbing all over his dick.

it was just too much, “shh ma’-” he muttered against your neck, “m’ giving you what my girl needs.” he groaned, his voice sending vibrations all through your skin. you cries only grew louder, your eyes rolling back as he pushed you off another edge, your 4th orgasam for the night. it made your legs shake and squirm.

he finally pulled away from your neck your red blood staining his fangs and dripping down his chin as he looked down at you. “my pretty girl…” he muttered, his lips crashing down on yours. you kissed him back, the metallic taste of your own blood filling your own mouth.

when he pulled away he pulled out of you, maneuvering you so you were on your hands and knees before entering you from behind. his hand gripped your loose hair into a ponytail, pulling your head back and baring your neck for him. he sank his fangs into the other side of your neck, a shudder running through you. it was clear you weren't leaving this bed till he got his fill of you.

you loved when your vampire boyfriend got hungry.

A/N: idk why i'm writing sm filth lately... something has possessed me

some borders by @bernardsbendystraws

[myobscuredmindd]

EARN IT

PAIRING: NERD!MATT x ADHD!READER

IN WHICH: your adhd brain won’t stay on track during study night, so matt slides between your thighs with his glasses still on and tells you he’ll only keep going if you get the answers right WC: 1.2K

matt was seated beside you on the floor, cross-legged in his usual perfect posture, a stack of color-coded flashcards in one hand and your shared laptop open in front of him. the two of you had been reviewing exam content for nearly half an hour, though only five minutes of that time could actually be counted as productive. he was wearing a fitted gray t-shirt, glasses slightly low on the bridge of his nose as he scrolled through the quiz doc he’d made for you—organized, annotated, and completely wasted on the way your brain had started to short circuit the moment he pushed his sleeves up.

you were sitting on your knees beside him, trying to focus. trying, honestly, so hard. but it was a losing battle. his forearms looked too good. his voice was too steady. the way he spoke—confident, calm, patient—made it hard to focus on anything but the sound of it, the shape of it. you weren’t looking at the laptop anymore. you were looking at his mouth. and when he turned to ask you a question, you realized, too late, that you hadn’t been listening for at least the last few minutes.

“did you catch that?” he asked, holding up a flashcard. his voice was gentle but clearly suspicious.

you blinked. “uhh... sort of?”

matt sighed softly through his nose, not in frustration, but in that familiar “you’re mine and I know exactly what you’re doing” way. he set the flashcard aside and turned his body toward you fully now, arm draped casually over his bent knee. “what part of the question did you ‘sort of’ catch?” he asked, the corners of his mouth twitching like he was fighting back a smirk.

“I got the part where you said... 'what enzyme'... and then I got distracted because I was wondering if your reading glasses are real or just a kink accessory.” you smiled sweetly. “are they prescription, matthew?”

his jaw twitched like he was trying not to laugh, or break. “you are, without a doubt, the most infuriating 'student' I’ve ever had.”

“good thing I’m your girlfriend and not your student, huh?”

he shook his head slowly and shifted closer, his hand sliding over your bare thigh like a warning. his touch wasnt rough—jst firm enough to get your attention, to pull you back into your body. “you can’t go five minutes without zoning out.”

you shrugged. “to be fair, you're really hot. you make it hard to think.”

that was when matt’s eyes changed—still soft, still familiar, but darker now. more deliberate. he sat up on his knees and cupped your jaw with one hand, thumb brushing just under your lip like he was deciding something. “you wanna come tonight?” he asked, voice casual—too casual.

your breath hitched. “um. yes?”

“then earn it,” he said simply.

you barely had time to react before he was guiding you backward, his palm warm against your chest as he pushed you gently down against the rug. he was methodical as he kissed your collarbone, then the line of your neck, then tugged your shorts down with steady hands, slow and deliberate like he had all the time in the world. his glasses stayed on. his eyes never left you.

you spread your legs for him instinctively, your thighs already slick with anticipation, but he didn’t go for your cunt right away. instead, he kissed down your sternum, then your belly, pausing to mouth at the soft skin just above your waistband before sliding your panties down, too. when he pressed a kiss to your inner thigh—warm, open-mouthed, wet—you exhaled hard, already arching toward him.

“matt,” you breathed. “please.”

he settled between your thighs, hands sliding underneath to grip the backs, pulling you closer with a quiet grunt. his lips hovered, not touching, just breathing heat against you. “answer the question I asked,” he murmured, eyes flicking up over the rim of his glasses.

your brain stalled. “I—what?”

“the one about the enzyme,” he said, and you felt his lips brush your skin when he spoke. “if you get it right, I’ll keep going.��

you were dizzy already. “matt. I can’t—”

he dipped his head and licked a single, slow stroke up your cunt, just once, his tongue dragging through your slick like he already knew how desperate you were for more. then he pulled away again. “you can,” he said softly. “you just have to try.”

and then he kissed you — just above your clit — lips warm and soft, tongue flicking gently before he went lower. you moaned, instantly arching toward him, already wet from the slow pressure of his voice and the threat of what he’d promised. his tongue flattened against you, slow and unhurried, dragging upward in one perfect, measured stroke. he kept going, lips locking over your clit now, tongue flicking in small, devastating circles. you tried to think — really, you did — but your mind was pure static.

his hands slid under your ass, holding you steady, thumbs pressing into your thighs to keep them open. the cold metal of his watch brushed your skin — a little chill against your fevered body. his glasses were still on, just barely slipping down his nose, and it was unfair how focused he looked even like this, like he was reading you the same way he read textbooks: deeply, without flinching.

“matt—” you gasped, legs already trembling. “holy shit—don’t stop—”

he pulled back slightly, mouth glistening, chin wet, breath warm against your slick heat. “answer the question.”

you forced your eyes open. “phosphofructokinase.”

matt smiled, slow and pleased, and this time when he lowered his head, he didn’t hold back.

hismouth locked over your clit with devastating intent, tongue flicking just enough to make your thighs tense, then circling, wet and firm and rhythmic. he groaned low in his throat, like he loved the way you tasted, and the sound made you shudder. his grip on your thighs tightened just slightly when you started to buck against his face, and the way he moaned into you only made it worse—made it better—made it impossible to stay quiet.

you were already close, already panting, your hands tangled in his hair as he worked you open, devouring you with slow precision. he alternated between gentle sucks and faster flicks, the wet sound of it filling the room, your own breath breaking in uneven gasps.

just as your legs began to shake, just as you arched up, teetering on the edge—matt stopped.

you nearly sobbed. “no—no, matt, please—”

he pressed his mouth against your inner thigh, lips soft and damp, breath hot. “what enzyme breaks glycogen into glucose-1 phosphate?”

you choked on a moan. “G-glycogen phosphorylase.”

he grinned against your skin. “good girl.”

and then his mouth was back on you, tongue firm and fast now, no teasing. his glasses pressed against your lower stomach as he held you steady, his tongue never faltering as your orgasm ripped through you—tight, hot, and overwhelming. you came with a gasp, legs trembling, fingers clutching at his shoulders, trying to ground yourself as he licked you through it, refusing to stop until your hips stuttered and your muscles gave out completely.

when he finally pulled back, his plush lips were swollen, his face glistening, and he looked up at you like he was studying a masterpiece. “now,” he said, adjusting his glasses with two fingers, “are we ready to focus?”

tags: @zenithsturniolo @sturnsblogs @sirensdollesque @adoremattsturns @espressqe

requested by: @sturnsblogs cee cee… so sorry this ended up being smutty. I swear I didn’t mean for it to go there but once I started… I genuinely couldn’t stop myself. it spiraled. please forgive me LMAO <3

a/n: thank you so much for reading, seriously. it means the world that you took the time to engage with this fic. I appreciate every like, reblog, comment, and message more than I can even explain.

[myobscuredmindd]

— 𝐃𝐈𝐋𝐅 𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐓 𝐅𝐔𝐂𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐃𝐔𝐌𝐁

“o— oh my— fuck!” you squealed as he pounded into you at a ruthless pace. he gave a squeeze to your hips as if he wasn’t gripping them hard enough “my god baby.. we gotta work on that language of yours, yeah? such a dirty mouth”

your hands reached for anything — anything that could keep you in place while he fucked your brains out. you didn’t know how he kept his composure — how he acted so sweet and soft while this was nothing but that.

“y-yes! ‘m sorry” he couldn’t hold back that sickening smirk, he could tell by the noises you made that you were so close to losing yourself, so close to breaking and letting go.

“my sweet, sweet, little girl.. so pretty” you felt everything as his fucked you with his thick cock, you were aware of what was happening and how good you felt, but you had no idea what was going on around you, and quite frankly, you didn’t care, you just knew you never wanted him to stop.

“you’re taking daddy’s cock so good today princess, not tryna run away or anything, just taking it all like a good girl” you opened your mouth to speak, but strings of moans flew out instead “i know.. so stuffed that you can’t even talk anymore.. poor thing”

you could feel matt’s veins pumping against your walls, his girth filling you up entirely. his swollen tip bruised your cervix restlessly as you gripped on the sheets, squeezing your eyes shut. 

matt was delighted by the sight underneath him. your legs spread apart, knees resting on his hips. you fitted just like a puzzle — perfectly. the sound of skin slapping along with your high-pitched moans took over the room, your head jaw falling slack once matt brought his thumb to your clit. “fuck!” you managed to cuss out, receiving a smirk in response.

“yeah baby? d’ya like when daddy fucks you like this?” he asked, already aware of the answer. you nodded desperately as he continued dragging his cock in and out of you.

a frustrated whine came with a pout as matt removed his finger from your hardened bud, his digits tracing patterns across your tummy and outlining the shape of his own cock. “look at this, darling” you didn’t want to — you could snap at any second, and matt got so mad when you came without permission. 

noticing you wouldn’t give in, matt pressed his palm against you. you had to open your eyes. his cock was all the way inside and both of you could feel it. 

your eyes fluttered open, but you didn’t immediately look down, you stared into his eyes, the look you gave him was practically begging him to let you not look down, but he wasn’t having any of it.

his thrusts became rougher, your moans somehow becoming louder “p-please” you managed to stutter out. he tilts his head to the side, his eye contact was driving you insane, it was intense. “go on princess, look at it”

your eyes flickered down, and god, your breath quickened, pleasure building up faster. a large bulge in your tummy — a large bulge created by his huge cock. you watched as it appeared and went away as he fucked your tiny hole.

you threw your head back, back arching. “i didn’t say look away baby? keep your eyes right here until i say otherwise, alright?” he pressed down on your tummy.

you had to listen to everything he said. you couldn’t deny him, you wanted to please him so badly, and you were already afraid you disappointed him when you didn’t want to look the first time.

 “there you go” matt praised, his grip growing tighter as he got closer to reaching his high. “taking daddy’s cock so— so well princess” he groaned, throwing his head back. you wrapped him perfectly — so wet, so warm. “want ya to cum around my cock, baby” matt said, almost giving you permission. of course you would have to ask, but the fact that he was almost there with you was more than enough for your pussy to throb, your gummy walls pulsating against his girth as your thighs clenched together, trying to delay your inevitable orgasm.  

“nuh uh princess, keep these pretty things open” he used his large hands to force them back open “bet you wanna cum so bad hm?” you moaned as you nod, the knot built up in your tummy quicker than you wanted it to, you were trying so hard to hold back — you wanted to hold back for him. 

you wanted to be his good little girl, you wanted to be his obedient baby, you wanted to be everything for him.

“you can— fuck… you can hold out a little longer, right baby?” your breath came in as short gasps “c.. can’t” you whined. “yes you can, just another minute...” your chest heaved as you orgasm approached.

“daddy! i-i can’t!” your moans became louder, closer together, shorter. you bucked your hips at the overwhelming pleasure. you clenched around him hard, pure bliss washing over you.

“oh baby.. you know daddy doesn’t like when you disobey” he puts his arms on either sides of your head, making your bodies touch. you couldn’t think of what to say, he’s fucked you brainless. as quick as your orgasm hit, so did the overstimulation. he never stopped ramming his thick cock inside of you, he kept his pace, and it was just as rough.

matt locked his jaw, mindlessly pounding into you — it didn’t take long until his orgasm washed over him, the almost nasty, squelching sound of both of your releases being mixed. he came in long, thick spurts, paint your walls white. “fuck princess.. helped daddy make a little mess, didn’t you?” you just stared up at him for a second before nodding “yeah... yeah you did…”

“just got one thing to say baby… don’t cum without my permission ever again, alright?” his body collapsed over yours, both of your chests glueing against each other. he turns his head to you, placing a kiss on your forehead “my good fucking girl”.

dilf!matt originally created by @luvs4matt. i got her consent and authorization to write for him and we decided to do a much needed collab! we have a few other things planned… but that’s a secret!

told yall we had a big surprise! i know i haven’t been active here but i promise — one more week and i’m all yours again! thank you for being so understanding and loving. this collab is part of my (and hers!) one year special 🤍

[myobscuredmindd]

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ Chris blurb - "When in doubt, eat it out"

content warnings : pure smut, messy pussy eating, overstimulation english is not my first language!!

Lewd, sloppy slurping noises filled the bedroom as Chris lay between your spread thighs on his bed, your legs hooked over his shoulders as his fingers gripped tightly into your hips, holding you steady as he ate you out like a man absolutely starving to death.

Your mouth lay agape, jaw slack as the muscles in your legs twitched from how many orgasms you've already had, your fingers tangled within the curly bed of Chris's hair, tightening and loosening your grip every now and then with each flick of his tough.

"Ch–chris– I can't– I can't cum again," You whined breathlessly, thigh twitching and trying to close but instead held open by his head not leaving at all, as if he was reluctant to spend even a second away from your pussy.

Though, as you tugged at his curls, earning a groan from him as his mouth left your pillowy cunt, clit all puffy and overworked, you finally have a moment to breathe, chest rising and falling steadily. But as you look down at him, all you're met with are begging baby blues, his cheek pressed against your inner thigh as he pants softly, his hands palming your thighs.

"Please baby, just one more. I just need one more," He practically begs you, his lips pressing hot, open-mouthed kissing along the soft, plush skin of your thighs, his lips covered in the juices of your cunt. You could practically draw puppy ears on him and a wagging tail with how much he was acting like a needy puppy right now.

You let out a groaned whine, letting your head fall back as you thought about it, a shiver rushing up your spine as Chris licked along where your inner thighs met your pelvis, a sensitive area that he knew all too well. You let out a tired, breathy huff of a laugh before finally deciding to give in.

"Ok, fine.. One more, but no more after that–" But before you could even finish your sentence, you felt as his palms slipped to your under thighs before pushing them up, practically folding you as your knees pressed into the mattress, a gasp leaving your lips as your eyes widened.

"C-Chris–!" You whimpered out in surprise, heat rising to your cheeks at the erotic position you were in, but he gave you no room to speak any more as he licked a long stripe along your puffy folds, groaning at the taste before he started lapping at your cunt like a starving dog once more.

"Thank you, baby, thank you– god, thank you.." He murmured pussy-drunk words against your lips, letting your moans and sweet noises fill the room as his hips rutted against the bed, pre-cum staining his boxers as his cock strained against the fabric, humping the mattress like a damn dog as he ate you out just as messy as ever.

Lana's thoughts . . . first writing i'm posting, kind of nervous– hope this is good and you guys like it! <3

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© 𝒔𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒃𝒃𝒚

[myobscuredmindd]

you and matt spend the week in a special way, each day better than the last.

moanday

Monday mornings aren’t made for meetings. They’re made for being pinned under the weight of Matts body, one leg thrown over his shoulder, your hair splayed across the pillow as he grinds into you like the world doesn’t exist beyond your bedroom door.

The sun hasn’t even risen fully, and neither have you, but your body’s awake, flushed and pulsing, hands gripping the sheets as he moves inside you slow and deep. His breath fans against your cheek as he whispers, “let me hear you baby, wanna hear how much you missed me in your sleep.”

Your walls clench around him, sensitive from the way he’s dragging it out like he’s savoring every inch. The room smells like sweat and sex, your moans muffled by the way he kisses you hard, biting your bottom lip while his hips roll into you again and again. He doesn’t let up until you’re a trembling mess, clinging to him, moaning into his mouth as the first orgasm of the week crashes through you and he fucks you right through it.

tongueday

You’re lying back, breath hitching, thighs spread wide while he takes his time between your legs like it’s the only thing he came over for.

And maybe it is.

He’s addicted to the way you taste. He has been since the first time. His tongue works in slow, lazy circles over your clit, eyes locked on yours, waiting for that first desperate whimper that tells him you’re about to fall apart. He eats you like he’s starving, hands gripping your thighs like he needs them to stay anchored to the earth.

“You gonna cum for me, sweetheart?” he teases, licking a thick stripe through your folds. You nod, too overwhelmed to speak, hips jerking as he sucks your clit into his mouth and hums. The vibrations send you over the edge, but he doesn’t stop. His tongue stays relentless, drawing more and more out of you until your legs are shaking and your hands are in his hair, trying to pull him away while also holding him there. Tongueday doesn’t end until you’re breathless, wrecked, and twitching from overstimulation—with his mouth still on you like he’s not satisfied yet.

wetday

It starts with a look. Then a touch. Then that knowing smirk he gives you when you’re squirming in your seat, thighs pressed tight, trying to act like his hand isn’t slowly sliding higher up your skirt beneath the dinner table. He’s whispering filth in your ear—exactly what he’s going to do to you, how long he’s going to keep you begging, how wet you already are for absolutely nothing. And the worst part? He doesn’t even give you what you want. He just teases. His fingers graze over your panties but never push them aside. His lips brush your neck but never claim your mouth. He builds you up so slowly, so cruelly, your whole body is buzzing with need.

Later, Matt ties your wrists to the headboard, strips you naked, and kisses every part of you except the places that ache. “So needy” he murmurs, watching you writhe beneath him. “You want it that bad? Then beg.”. Today is a lesson in denial, and you’re a willing to learn—soaked, aching, and completely at his mercy.

thirstday

You should say no. You’re in a dressing room at the back of some trendy boutique, walls too thin, the salesgirl just a few feet away. But Matt’s already pulling you into his lap, your panties pushed to the side, your skirt hiked up around your hips. “Stay quiet” he warns, and the way he says it, so low and dangerous makes your whole body clench. He’s already hard, already lining himself up, and you barely have time to gasp before he’s inside you, one hand gripping your waist while the other covers your mouth.

The thrill of being caught only makes it hotter. He thrusts up into you from the little bench, hips snapping while you bounce on his cock, struggling not to cry out every time he hits that perfect spot. Your nails dig into his shoulders, your whole body on fire, and when you cum—biting his hand to muffle your moan—he follows with a grunt and a low, “Fuck, baby,” spilling inside you just as a voice outside calls, “Everything alright in there?” You bite your lip, trembling, heart racing. It was reckless, fast, and just dangerous enough to make it unforgettable.

sexday

Tonight, you don’t need teasing. You don’t need slow. You need ruin.

And he gives it to you—all of it.

He throws you on the bed like he’s been holding back for days. His mouth crashes against yours, all tongue and teeth and heat, stripping you bare in seconds. No foreplay, no build-up, just him between your legs, splitting you open with every thrust, hands gripping your hips so hard you know you’ll bruise.

You’re both a mess of sweat and slick and moans, no rhythm, no tenderness, just desperate, filthy need. He fucks you hard enough to make the bed shake, your body bouncing with each thrust as his name spills from your lips like a prayer. You cum once, then again, and he doesn’t stop—just flips you over and keeps going, chasing his own high while dragging you through yours. Sexday is chaos, it’s primal, and by the time you’re both breathless and wrecked, you swear you see stars.

suckday

He’s already flushed, breathing heavy, cock twitching against his stomach as you crawl between his legs. “Gonna be good for me?” you ask, stroking him slow.

He nods, eyes wide. “Y-yes… please.”

You suck the tip, tongue teasing just enough to make his hips jerk, then take him deeper, slow, wet, and controlled. He moans, high and breathless, hands fisting the sheets. “Your mouth—fuck—it’s too good baby” he whimpers.

You hum around him and feel his whole body tremble. He cums fast, cock pulsing on your tongue, thighs shaking. But you don’t stop. You keep sucking through it, slow and soft, and he gasps. “I-I can’t… it’s too much…” You glance up, smirking.

“take it baby. Just like that. Be good for me.”

soph’s note: i saw that pic and thought it would be funny to write abt it. desperately need a tongueday with matt JUST SAYIN

[myobscuredmindd]

𝑺𝒎𝒐𝒌𝒆 & 𝑺𝒑𝒊𝒕 - 4/20 𝑺𝒑𝒆𝒄𝒊𝒂𝒍 | 𝑪.𝑺

― 𝒂 𝒄𝒉𝒓𝒊𝒔 𝒔𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒐𝒍𝒐 𝒃𝒍𝒖𝒓𝒃

▶︎ ၊၊||၊ SANDMAN , A$AP ROCKY

dealer!chris/brat tamer!chris x f!reader

WARNINGS : mentions of drugs obv, consensual, oral (m recieving), making you ride, smoke encouragement, degrading, power play?, usage of slut & going "dumb"

word count : 1kish

―Chris watches you from where he’s spread out on the couch, legs wide, head tilted back against the cushions like he owns the room—because he does. It’s his place, his weed, his rules.

And right now, it’s his mouth that’s got you obsessed.

You’re sitting between his legs, head foggy from the hit he passed you minutes ago—your first. He lit it for you, held it steady between his fingers, whispered instructions with a smug little grin as he watched you cough and blink up at him, wide-eyed and watery.

“Good girl,” he’d murmured, thumbing under your chin after that first inhale. “You look real pretty when you listen.”

Now your thighs are pressed tight together from where you sit on the floor, back resting against the inside of his knee. Your eyes are heavy, and every inch of your skin feels like it’s buzzing, but it’s his voice—low and cocky and just a little teasing—that has you squirming.

“You liked that, huh?” he murmurs, drawing the blunt back to his lips and taking a lazy drag, letting the smoke curl past his lips and into the air. “You’re already lookin’ at me like I hung the fuckin’ moon.”

“I’m not,” you mumble, but it’s weak, almost pathetic, because your eyes are locked on his mouth—the way his lips wrap around the blunt, the slick of spit catching the light, the soft groan he lets out when he exhales.

Chris catches the look. Smirks. “Yeah, you are.”

He leans forward, holding the blunt out to you again, but instead of passing it straight to your fingers, he waits. “C’mere,” he says. “Mouth open.”

You hesitate for half a second, and that’s all he needs. His free hand comes to your cheek, thumb brushing your bottom lip, and he taps it until you part them.

“There you go,” he praises, pushing the end to your lips. “Breathe in slow, baby. Don’t waste it.”

You do. And when you choke again, he laughs softly and pulls you forward by the chin until your face is in his lap, cheek pressing into the muscle of his thigh.

“Fuck,” he mutters, his tone darker now, “look at you. Barely smoked and already pliant. You wanna suck something else, don’t you?”

You nod without thinking. It’s not just the high—it’s him. It’s the way he smells, the way he sounds, the way he fucking looks at you like he knows exactly what you’re thinking.

Chris groans, low and rough, shifting to undo his belt. “God, I knew you’d be like this. Knew once I got you high you’d be all needy for my cock.”

You whimper, mouth already open as he pulls his boxers down, cock heavy and flushed and leaking right in front of you.

“You gonna show me how desperate that mouth is, baby?” he asks, dragging the head of his cock along your lips. “Since you’re so obsessed with watchin’ me smoke—lemme see how good you are at takin’ something else.”

You don’t even answer. You just moan and sink down, tongue dragging along the underside of him like you’ve been craving this since the moment he walked in the room. And fuck, maybe you have.

Chris’s hand fists in your hair immediately. “That’s it. Just like that. Mouth’s better than I dreamed, shit—”

You hollow your cheeks, drool pooling as you take him deeper, high and desperate and fucking obsessed with how he tastes, how he sounds above you.

His hips jerk when you gag around the tip, but he doesn’t pull away.

He just groans and holds you there.

“Good little stoner slut,” he breathes, tugging your hair so your eyes meet his. “Already addicted, huh? Bet you’re gonna be beggin’ to smoke my shit every day just so I’ll let you do this again.”

You whine around him, spit dripping from your chin, your thighs rubbing together uselessly as you bob your head faster, sloppier, taking every filthy praise he gives you like it’s your fix.

Your throat burns, lungs foggy, but you don’t care—not with Chris still twitching against your tongue, still fisting your hair messily he’s trying to ground himself. You’re a wreck on your knees, lips swollen, chin soaked with spit and cum, eyes glassy and high.

And he looks down at you like you’re art.

“Fuck,” he mutters, chest heaving as he slowly pulls his cock from your mouth, strings of spit clinging to your lips. “You don’t even know what you do to me.”

You try to respond, but it comes out a soft whimper, your jaw slack and aching, mascara smudged and vision hazy.

Chris brushes a thumb across your cheek, tender but rough, and then slaps your face—not hard, just enough to make your eyes snap up to meet his.

“Get on the bed.”

You scramble to your feet, legs trembling as you move toward the mattress, and Chris watches you the whole time—silent, predatory, like he’s deciding exactly how he wants to ruin you next.

“Take your clothes off. Slow.”

You do, fingers fumbling, clumsy from the weed and the way your body’s still reeling from getting throat-fucked like you were made for it.

Chris lights another blunt while you strip, eyes never leaving your body.

By the time you’re bare and breathless on the bed, he’s walking toward you—still naked, still hard, cock glistening with your spit and twitching again just from looking at you.

“Open your mouth.”

You obey instantly. And he grins.

“See?” he murmurs, climbing onto the bed, hand resting against your jaw. “Didn’t even have to ask twice. Already trained, baby. My perfect little toy.”

He slides two fingers into your mouth—deep—and you gag, eyes fluttering shut as he fucks your mouth slow and steady.

“Could do this all day,” he groans. “Fuck your mouth, your throat, your cunt—doesn’t matter. You were made for this. For me.”

You moan around his fingers, hips lifting off the bed, desperate for any kind of friction.

He pulls back with a wet pop, his fingers coated, and drags them down your body—smearing spit over your tits, your stomach, until they reach your thighs.

“You dripping already?” he teases, sliding his fingers between your legs and groaning when he feels how soaked you are. “Jesus. You’re soaked just from sucking my cock, aren’t you?”

You nod frantically, writhing under his touch.

“Good girl. C’mere.”

He pulls you to straddle his lap, and you gasp when his cock presses right up against your cunt—hot and heavy and so close to where you need him.

You try to grind down, but he grabs your hips, holding you still.

“Nuh-uh,” he growls. “Not until I say.”

You whimper, nails digging into his shoulders, and he chuckles, low and dark.

“That mouth still hungry, baby?”

You nod, already leaning down, but he grabs your jaw and kisses you first—messy and deep, tongue sliding against yours as he tastes himself on your lips.

Then he pulls back and guides you down again, his cock sliding past your lips once more.

“Just like that. Get yourself nice and wet on it again. Wanna feel your mouth all over me before I fuck you.”

You suck him slow this time, deep and sensual, moaning around him like it gets you off—and honestly, it does. Every time he groans, every twitch of his hips, every filthy word he throws down at you—it’s addicting.

When he finally pulls you off again, you’re dizzy, shaking, begging without words.

“You want it that bad?” he smirks, lining himself up with your entrance as he guides your hips down.

“Wanna sit on my cock and show me just how cock-drunk you can get?”

You nod, almost crying, and he sinks you down in one brutal thrust.

“Fuck—there you go,” he growls, watching your tits bounce as he slams you down onto him over and over.

“Take it. Just like that. God, you’re so fuckin’ good when you're high. So slow and messy, so needy.”

You’re gone. Absolutely lost in it. High, full, fucked out. Every drag of his cock hits your sweet spot. Every slap of skin echoes around the room. You can barely breathe.

You nod—no words left in you, just a whimper, glassy-eyed and already trembling. He doesn’t wait. He grips your hips and guides you down in one brutal, perfect thrust that punches a moan from your lungs.

“Fuck—there you go,” he groans, head falling back, jaw tight as your walls clamp down around him. “Takin’ me so good, baby. So fuckin’ tight like this.”

His hands flex around your hips before he starts to move—hard, fast, relentless. His hips snap up into you with sharp precision, fucking into you like he owns your body, like he’s trying to mold your insides to the shape of his cock. And you take it. You fucking take it.

“Ride me,” he growls, slamming up into you again, his pelvis grinding against your clit with every punishing thrust. “Bounce those tits for me. Show me how messy that little mouth gets when you’re cock-drunk and high.”

You sob, can’t even hold yourself up. Your hands scramble against his chest, nails digging into muscle, but it only makes him fuck you harder. Sweat beads at your temples, your body jolting with every upward thrust.

“Take it. Just like that.” His breath is ragged, voice wrecked and hungry. “God, you’re so fuckin’ good when you're high. So slow and messy, so needy. Can’t even think, can you?”

You’re gone—eyes rolling, mouth hanging open, moaning with every slap of skin against skin. Each thrust knocks the air from your lungs. Every drag of his cock hits that sweet, aching spot so deep inside you that your legs threaten to give out.

“Can feel you clenching, baby,” he pants, fucking up into you harder now, brutal and fast. “Gonna come already? You’re that fucked out, huh?”

You cry out, voice cracking, and he laughs—dark, breathless, proud.

“Yeah. You love it. Love sittin’ on this cock, stuffed full while I ruin you.”

He doesn’t slow down, doesn’t ease up—not even when your legs start to shake, not even when your nails rake down his chest, leaving red lines in their wake. He’s deep. So deep you can’t breathe. So deep you swear you can feel him in your fucking throat.

“C’mere,” he growls, one arm wrapping around your back, dragging your chest to his as he fucks up into you even harder—somehow deeper. His other hand reaches to the nightstand without looking, fingers curling around the blunt he rolled earlier. He brings it to his lips, sparks the lighter, and inhales deep.

The scent of weed and sweat and sex fills the air, thick and intoxicating. His lips wrap around the blunt like it’s your pussy, slow and greedy. Then he pulls it back, eyes lidded and dark, and slips the blunt between your parted lips.

“Take a hit, baby,” he murmurs, voice rough and low in your ear. “Wanna feel you get even dumber on my cock.”

You inhale—deep. The smoke hits hard, sharp and thick in your lungs, making your head spin even more than it already was. You cough, choke on it a little, and he fucking groans, cock twitching inside you.

“Fucking hell,” he growls, eyes glued to your lips as you suck the smoke from the blunt and exhale, soft and shaky. “You’ve got no idea what that does to me. Watching you get high on my cock like this? Mouth all wet, eyes half-lidded. You’re perfect.”

He takes the blunt from your fingers and hits it again before holding your chin, blowing the smoke straight into your mouth, his lips barely brushing yours. It’s messy, hot, intoxicating—and you moan into it, clenching hard around him.

“Shit—do that again,” he hisses, voice wrecked. “Clench like that again and I’m gonna fuckin’ lose it.”

You whimper, high and needy, rocking your hips down against him even though your body’s gone all soft and floaty. Everything feels heavy and hot—your skin, your breath, his cock still pounding into you like it owns you.

“Look at you,” he pants, brushing your sweaty hair back, staring up at you like he’s obsessed. “So gone. All fucked out and high and still beggin’ for more. You love it, don’t you?”

You nod, dazed, drooling a little now as you take another hit he passes you. Your lips wrap around the blunt slow, sensual, like you’re imagining it’s him. And he notices—of course he does.

“Fuck,” he groans, cock twitching again. “You’ve got such a fuckin’ mouth on you. Can’t wait to fuck that pretty throat next.”

He pins you down, flips you onto your back without ever slipping out, and ruts into you like he’s trying to brand your soul.

“Gonna make you come high as fuck, ruined and brainless, drooling all over yourself,” he snarls. “Then I’m shoving my cock in that mouth and watching you choke around it.”

You nod, crying, desperate and feral for it. His thrusts turn savage, relentless, everything inside you tightening up again, pressure coiling sharp and hot in your belly.

“Come for me,” he growls, biting down on your shoulder as his hips slam into you. “Now, baby. Fucking soak me.”

And you do. Screaming. Clawing. Coming so hard your vision whites out.

And you do. It hits like a tidal wave—your back arches, fingers clawing at his skin, mouth wide in a scream you can't even hold back. Your vision blurs, brain blanks, every nerve in your body lighting up as you clench down on him, pulsing around his cock like you’re never gonna stop.

He groans deep in his chest, hips driving up into you with sharp, punishing thrusts that only stretch it out longer. “Fuck yes—just like that. So fuckin’ good when you come for me.”

Your body’s still twitching, still shaking, but Chris doesn’t let up. Doesn’t even slow down.

“You think we’re done?” he mutters against your skin, voice ragged, sweat dripping from his jaw as he pulls back and slams into you again. “Nah, baby. That was just the first one.”

You whimper, a broken, breathless sound—but he just grins.

“I’m gonna keep fuckin’ you ‘til you forget what it feels like not to be full of me,” he growls. “Gonna use this pussy all night—have you coming over and over until you can’t talk, can’t think, can’t move.”

He grabs your hips, keeps you locked in place while he grinds deep inside you, slow and brutal. His voice drops to a low, dirty whisper right in your ear.

“You’re mine tonight, my girl."

this may be a day late, just ignore that um ! technically 4/21 special but wtv

𖧧 𝑪𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒍𝒆𝒕𝒆 𝑴𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕

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[myobscuredmindd]

He was so embarrassed. Of course he has a freak playlist😭😭😭

[myobscuredmindd]

matt loves making you go dumb for him

It’s been a whole week since you’ve seen Matt. You almost couldn’t control your excitement when he texted you that he was on his way to your house.

Matt was just as eager to see you again, to touch you. Once he walked through the door you barely made it to the bed.

The second Matt shut the bedroom door behind him, his mouth crushed against yours, his hands gripping your hips like he was scared you’d disappear. Clothes came off in frantic, impatient tugs. Your dress shoved up around your waist, his jeans half hanging as he pushed you back onto the mattress.

Your thighs fell open instinctively, legs trembling as he climbed over you, dragging the thick head of his cock through your soaked folds. He didn’t tease, didn’t warn you, just pushed in slow and deep, inch by inch, until your back arched off the bed.

The stretch made your eyes roll back. He was too big, too deep already, and your walls pulsed around him like your body couldn’t decide if it needed more or needed to stop.

You gasped, nails digging into his forearms as he bottomed out.

Matt hissed, jaw clenched tight. “Fuck, baby.”

His hips pulled back, then snapped forward, hard enough to knock the breath from your lungs. Again. And again. The bed creaked beneath you with every thrust, the wet slap of skin against skin filling the room.

Your mouth fell open but no sound came out, just choked gasps as he fucked into you, rough and relentless. His pace was brutal like he was trying to fuck the week apart from your body.

Your legs wrapped around his waist, instinctive and desperate to keep him close, to feel every sharp, punishing drive of his hips. You were dizzy from it, the sweat slicked skin, the overwhelming pressure building between your legs, the ache in your thighs, the stretch in your cunt.

He leaned down, chest pressed to yours, hand sliding up to wrap lightly around your throat—not squeezing, just holding.

“Feel that?” he muttered against your ear, voice breathless and raw. “Feel how deep I am?”

You tried to nod, but your whole body was too busy shaking. He was everywhere. Inside you, against you, stealing your breath, your thoughts. Your fingers clawed at his back, your pussy fluttering around him with every thrust.

He pulled back slightly just to drive in harder, pulling a whimper from your throat. Your eyes burned as tears began to build up, thighs trembling violently now, slick coating the insides of your legs, soaking the sheets.

“You’re close,” he growled, teeth gritted. “I can feel it.”

You were. Your body was so tight around him it felt like you might snap in half. You couldn’t think, your brain was white noise. Every drag of his cock, every slam of his hips, every ragged breath you pulled in just pushed you closer to the edge.

Your body locked up, then broke apart all at once. Your moan was half sob, half scream, as your orgasm slammed into you, lighting up every nerve ending with sharp, blinding heat.

Matt kept going.

He fucked you through it, harder, faster, dragging out every spasm of your release as your body writhed beneath him.

“S’all you’re good for, huh?” he growled through gritted teeth, pounding into your overstimulated cunt as you whimpered, “just lay there and take it.”

Your vision blurred. You were gone. Barely conscious, body twitching with aftershocks, brain completely empty except for him.

His cock dragged against your walls with each forceful thrust, his hips slamming into yours with a brutal, steady rhythm that had your vision blurring even more.

“What’s wrong, baby? Can’t talk?” he taunted, his hands sliding over your body, squeezing your breasts roughly. “That brain gone already?”

You couldn’t respond. Your body was too far gone. Every inch of you overwhelmed by pleasure, your legs shaking, your heart racing, the pressure building deep inside you again. Your cunt was dripping around him, wet with desire and the heat he was building inside you.

He leaned in close, his lips grazing your ear. “Look at you. So fucked out already,” he growled, his thrusts getting harder, his cock stretching you deeper. Your eyes rolled back, tears spilling down your cheeks.

You tried to hold on, but it was impossible. Your body couldn’t take the overload. His thumb found your clit again, rubbing harsh circles over it as his hips slammed into yours.

“Don’t need to think baby,” he muttered, his voice rough with hunger. “Just feel me”.

The words hit you like a shockwave, your body shaking with the intensity of it. You were so close to falling apart again. Every inch of you was screaming for release, but it was just a matter of when.

“Good girl” Matt grunted as he shifted, his movements sharp. “That’s all you know how to be, yeah?”

You barely registered the words. All you could focus on was the way his cock filled you, the way his hands moved over your body, the way his breath fanned against your ear, as your second orgasm built and crashed in a way that left you gasping.

Your eyes fluttered open just as he thrust into you one final time. Your body locked, then broke apart as the final wave of pleasure hit you.

Matt groaned, a low, guttural sound as he came inside you, his hips stilling against yours, both of you breathless and shaking.

[myobscuredmindd]

𐙚 — movie night.

chris sturniolo :: reader

your friend chris came over for a casual movie night, but things didn’t exactly go as planned after he found something unexpected in one of your drawers.

warnings: smut. dom!chris. fingering. overstimulation. edge control. use of vibrator.

"can we watch cars? it's been a while since i last watched it." chris asked throwing his body against your bed. "are you serious?" you gazed at him chuckling and he nodded. "we already watched it like a hundred times." he shrugged, taking off his shoes.

"this is my side, by the way." you said pointing at the spot his was laying on. "too late." a playful smirk crept onto his face, making you chuckle, rolling your eyes.

"can we watch it or not?" he asked, impatiently. his eyes following you while you made your way to the other side of the bed. "yeah, sure." you didn't actually care, and, to be honest, you liked how funny it was to watch cars with him.

"why can you watch it at your place? i know nick's out, but you still got matt to watch it with you, since you don't want to be alone."

"yeah, he wasn't in a good mood today, y'know? so i'll thought i'll give him so space." he said, shrugging. you chuckled. "what about my space?" "oh, you don't need it." he gave you a soft but teasingly smile, and you rolled your eyes, pulling his face away.

"just put the movie already." you said smiling back, shaking your head. "i'm trying, but i can't find the goddamn remote" he complained, running his hands over the sheets, searching for it. "first drawer next to you." you said reaching for the light interruptor next to bed, making the room goes dark.

suddenly you remembered. "chris, wait—!" you didn't keep just the remote inside that drawer. "oh god." he lowly said. you froze, heat rushing to your face.

he turned around again, facing you. his eyebrows raised and a slow smirk forming on his lips like he'd just uncovered your deepest secret. "this is definitely not a remote." there it was. in his hands. your vibrator. a clit sucker, to be exact.

"chris— gimme that!" you leaned in his direction trying to get the pink toy out of his hand, failing. "didn't know you had one of these." your face burning. a mix of embarrassment and irritation. "chris, that's not funny, put it back."

"relax. i'm not judging you." he said analyzing the object in his hands. "i mean, everyone need to get some fun, y'know?" he was holding a laugh and you wanted the floor to swallow you whole.

"so, how often do you—" "chris!" you cut him off, burring your face in your hands. "what? i'm just curious." his giggles were driving you mad, and you knew he was never letting that go.

"i never used it." your voice muffled by your hands. "never?" he sounded surprised. "yeah— i mean, it's new and i never..." you gazed at him again, your voice low and clearly full of embarrassment.

chris turned it on, a hint of curiosity in his eyes. you both watching the small silicone toy slightly vibrating in his hands, and you involuntarily pressed your legs together.

"how many levels does it has?" he asked, his eyes never leaving the clit sucker. "seven, i guess." you lowly said. "seven?" he raised his eyebrows. "is it too much?"

"chris— look, i don't know, okay? i told you, i never tried. now put it back, let's just watch the movie, alright?" you said already done with that whole conversation.

"do you want to?" he looked at you. eyes darkened. "i'm sorry, what?" "do you wanna try it?" you chuckled "what— i mean, yeah, i brought it, so i'll probably try it someday, i guess."

"i meant right now." you locked eyes with him. your brows frowning in confusion, uncertain you heard it right. "alright, stop. that's not funny." you nervously chuckled.

"i'm not joking." his husky voice making you shiver. the vibrator was still on, and the low noise coming from it was messing with your thoughts. "chris." your breath was failing, heart racing. it felt like your body was betraying you.

"oh, come on." he grinned and shifted in bed, getting closer to you. you froze watching his movements. "i know you wanna try it. just... let me help you."

you watched him slowly approaching the toy to you. he started trailing it on your knees, slowly moving up to your thighs. your eyes locked again in his face, watching his eyes observing your legs, the vibration making your whole body shiver. the growing arousal not letting you think straight.

"what do you say, huh?" he gazed at you, eyes meeting yours, soft but dark. he licked his lips and looked down at yours. his eyes running through your face, waiting for an answer.

you slowly nodded and he sighed, a relieved sound, and smiled at you. without another word, he leaned closer, sealing your lips in a soft, lingering kiss. the vibrator still slightly working on your upper thigh.

"take your shorts off." he commanded, breaking the kiss, and you slowly obeyed.

he easily pulled you into his lap, your back laying on his chest, bodies intertwined. "do you think you can handle all levels, sweetie?" he whispered in your ears, slightly biting your earlobe. you nodded, biting your lips. "what's wrong, pretty? use your words."

"yes." your voice barely a whisper. "that's better." he turned the vibrator off and threw it on the mattress. his lips now on your neck. you closed your eyes and laid your head on his shoulder, giving him more access to your skin.

his hands roamed over your body, stopping at your thighs. his lips never letting your neck go. he slowly spread your legs, his fingers tracing soft circles on your inner thighs, leaving you breathless.

"you're fuckin' beautiful." every whisper leaving his mouth making you even wetter. his hands roamed up your body again, this time bringing your shirt with them.

now you were completely exposed for him, your skin against his clothed body. you arched your back feeling his hardness against you.

you gasped feeling his warm hands cupping your breasts. his lips savoring every inch of your neck, biting, licking, leaving little marks.

while one of his hands kept playing with your tits, the other went down your stomach, stopping inches above your sensitive spot. you closed your eyes and locked your fingers in his hair, whines leaving your mouth from anticipation.

his fingers finally touched where you needed the most, slightly spreading you open, feeling your wetness. "so wet, and all for me."

without waiting another second, both of his fingers completely entered your hole, making you bite your lips, trying to muffle a moan. "na-ah, i wanna hear you, pretty. let it out." you lowly moaned again in response, feeling his fingers slowly pumping in and out of you, while your walls clenched them tightly.

he brought his sticky fingers close to your face. "tongue out." you immediately obeyed, feeling his fingers in your mouth, making you taste yourself. "does it taste good, ma?"

"u-hum" you nodded, yours sounds muffled by his fingers while you were sucking it clean.

one of his hand resting on your lower stomach, the other grabbed the pink toy again, turning it on at the lowest level. heat running through your body with anticipation.

"keep them open f'me, 'kay?" he asked opening your legs with his free hand. you gasped feeling the vibrator on your skin, close to where you needed it the most, but still not enough.

"is it good here, babe?" he whispered and you shook your head. he chuckled. "no? you want more?" chris was teasing you, he wanted to hear you beg. "y-yes." you answered, voice low and weak, your body slightly moving, searching for what you were desperate for.

you moaned when you finally felt it against your most sensitive area. the vibrator lazily sucking your clit, still weak, but enough to make you squirm.

chris started slowly circling it against you. "better here, huh? turn the lights on again, i wanna see you." you nodded, seaching for the light interruptor again, turning it on.

you threw you head on his shoulder. his hand that was keeping you opened now on your hair, making you look down again. "look at it, ma. look how it sucks you." he pressed the button again, making its intensity go up.

you whimpered watching the pink toy in between your legs, sending jolts of pleasure all over you. "wanna try level three?" he asked already increasing the intensity once again. too much. "oops, i think that's four, isn't it, ma? we can stay here a lil' longer, what you think?"

"chris—" you whimpered, grabbing his arm. the small toy making your body twich. the tension quickly building up due the change of intensities. "i'm close." you warned, feeling the familiar knot in your stomach approaching.

"already? nah, i wanna try all levels before you cum, hold it." you nodded biting your lips, trying hard to prolong the inevitable.

the pleasure only kept growing and you lowly cried his name, not sure how much long you could hold it. "fuck— chris, lemme cum, please.

"not yet. we're still at level four." his lips were on your neck again. your body squirming, trying its best to hold back. your nails digging into his arm.

level five now. "chriiis." you whimpered. "keep holding it, ma. just be a good girl for me and hold it, alright?"

chris was rock hard just from knowing he was making you feel that way. feeling you squirm, hearing your pretty noises, the power he has over you, everything about it was driving him crazy.

"please, just... let me—" your words were cutt off by a moan, your legs uncontrollably shaking as you finally come undone. "fuck!" you screamed and chris bit your shoulder.

he increased it to level six. your legs acted by themselves, involuntarily closing together. "i said keep them open." he growled at your ear. "chris— too much—"

"oh, sweetheart, i didn't tell you to cum, now you're giving me another one." his legs intertwined with yours, holding you open and still for him.

you lowly cried, feeling overstimulated. your whole body was twitching, he got the intensity up again. last level. the vibrations and the way he was circling it on your clit making you roll your eyes.

"chris— i can't." you frenetically shook your head. "one more." he wisphered against your shoulder, kissing it, trailing a path of soft kisses up your neck. crazy contrast to what was happening in between your legs.

your fingers intertwined with his hair, gripping it tightly. "chris! holy shit—" you cried feeling both of his fingers inside you again. the overstimulation was too much, the aching pleasure making you arch your back.

"shhh, it's okay sweetheart, stay still f'me." his horse voice in your ear adding even more to the pleasure. "god, gonna cum again." you warned. your voice high pitched, completely lost in the moment as you felt your climax building up for the second time.

"cum for me, baby." he pressed the vibrator harder on your clit, his long fingers touching your sweet spot, making you see stars.

with a loud cry, you let yourself go again. your whole body trembling, weak. your legs desperately trying to close, but his grip on you tightened, not letting you do it.

you squirmed, feeling more sensitive than ever. "chris, please—" you cried and he took the vibrator off you, turning it off and throwing it somewhere in bed.

his fingers still moving inside you without hurring, stretching your walls, feeling everything. he didn't want it to end. he was already addicted to the feeling of you clenching around him, so tight, sensible, the pretty little noises coming out of your mouth, all caused by him.

when he finally stopped, you whined feeling him emptying you. this time he took his fingers to his mouth, tasting you. "so fuckin' delicious."

he turned you around, putting your chest onto his, both of your legs resting on either side of his body. one of his hands softly stroking your still shaking thigh, the other in your hair. he left a tender kiss on your forehead. "you did so good for me, beautiful."

you looked up at him through your lashes. your eyes were tired but soft. he gave you a smile, his hands stroking your hair giving you a comfortable feeling.

"i bet my dick could make you feel even better." he said, taking you by surprise and you laughed. "well, next time we could try that instead."

"next time, huh? movie nights just got a lot more interesting, don't you think?" he smirked at you, sealing his lips on your forehead one more time.

© sturnblue.

english is not my first language!

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somewhere safe. — nerd!matt

matt’s car was older than most people’s dads. it rattled when he drove, creaked when he turned the wheel too tight, and smelled faintly like cinnamon and pine because he kept little scent things tucked under the seats like they’d protect it from falling apart. it was his favorite place in the world. and most days, after school, he sat in the driver’s seat with the windows half-down and music playing too quietly for anyone else to hear. sometimes, he didn’t even go anywhere. just sat there. breathing slower than usual.

you noticed him first in october.

you were walking out with your friends, fingers cold around the sleeves of your cardigan, laughing softly at something that wasn’t even funny, when you saw him parked under the maple tree at the back of the lot. hands on the wheel, head leaned back against the seat, eyes closed like he was dreaming or somewhere else. he looked peaceful. kind of lonely.

you’d seen him around before. quiet in class, hoodie half-zipped, always smelling like coffee and dry leaves. he wasn’t loud, wasn’t the kind of person you heard before you saw. but he was always there. eyes darting around like he was taking everything in at once. careful. like if he moved too fast, the world might shift under him.

you asked about him later. just casually.

“matthew?” your friend said. “yeah, he’s in my art class. draws cool stuff. doesn’t talk much.”

another friend hummed. “he’s got that old mercedes, right? always parked under the same tree.”

“he’s cute,” someone added, and everyone agreed too quickly, like they’d been thinking it for a while.

you just nodded, warm in the cheeks. “yeah,” you said, soft. “he kind of is.”

you didn’t mean to start watching for him. but you did.

in the mornings, you checked the lot for that familiar blue-and-white paint job. in the halls, you noticed the way he kept to the walls, fingers tucked into his sleeves. in the library, he always sat near the window, sketching something in his notebook and glancing up when he thought no one would catch him.

and then, one afternoon, he caught you watching.

you didn’t look away fast enough.

his eyes met yours, wide and startled like a deer in headlights. and you smiled. just a little. just enough.

he looked down so fast you thought maybe you’d scared him.

but the next day, there was a note on your locker. small. folded. your name in messy handwriting.

you opened it with careful fingers.

“do you wanna sit in my car after school? not in a weird way. just… it’s nice. i have good music.”

—matt

you stared at it for longer than necessary, heart in your throat. then you smiled.

at 3:17, you found him by the tree.

he was already there, leaning against the driver’s side, looking everywhere but at you until you got close enough to say, “hey.”

his head shot up. “oh. hi.”

“you weren’t kidding,” you said, eyeing the blanket in the backseat, the half-empty thermos on the dashboard.

he looked flustered. “i thought—just in case you came. wanted it to be comfortable.”

you smiled. “can i get in?”

he nodded, pulling the door open for you like it was something sacred. “yeah. yeah, of course.”

you slid into the passenger seat. it was warm. smelled like fall. soft music played from the radio—something slow and kind of sad, but not in a hopeless way.

“this is nice,” you said after a beat.

he looked at you, eyes soft. “i like it here. feels safe.”

“yeah,” you murmured. “i get that.”

you talked. not about anything big. just songs you liked. favorite months. you told him you liked how trees looked when they were almost bare, and he said october was his whole personality. you laughed at that. he blushed.

after that, it became a thing.

some days you brought hot drinks in paper cups, your fingers brushing when you passed his over. other days he made playlists just for you, naming them ridiculous things like songs for a girl who looks like sunlight and autumn eyes + soft sweaters. you listened to them on the way home, heart thudding stupidly in your chest.

you told your friends eventually.

“you like him,” one of them teased, nudging you on the walk to class.

you shrugged. “he’s sweet.”

“he is. and you’re always smiling after you see him.”

you looked down, unsure. “is it weird?”

“no,” she said. “i think it’s the nicest thing you’ve done for yourself in a while.”

you thought about that all day.

because you were always doing things for other people. being soft. quiet. polite. letting people decide things for you. sometimes you didn’t even realize you were doing it until it was too late to say no. but with matt, it wasn’t like that. he never expected anything. just listened. looked at you like everything you said mattered.

you didn’t realize how rare that was.

one thursday, when the sky was heavy and the wind smelled like the end of october, you got in his car, a confident but loving look in your eyes.

“you okay?” he asked, glancing over as he buckled his seatbelt.

you nodded slowly. “you make me feel brave.”

he froze a little, then smiled so softly you thought your heart might give out. “you make me feel seen.”

you didn’t say anything for a while. just sat there. warm and quiet. but your hand drifted over the console, palm up, waiting.

he looked at it. looked at you. then slid his hand into yours like he’d been dreaming about it for weeks.

maybe he had.

he texted you later that night.

“i was nervous the whole time. but also the happiest i’ve ever been.”

you smiled into your pillow.

things didn’t need to change. but they did.

in small ways. like the way he leaned into you when you spoke. or how you always waited for him outside history class. how your hands found each other in quiet moments, like it was second nature. and it wasn’t a secret, not really, but you liked having something just yours. something soft and careful. something that didn’t ask you to be anything but who you already were.

one afternoon in mid-november, you sat with your knees tucked under you in the passenger seat, watching the sun dip low.

he was quiet, fingers tapping against the steering wheel.

“you okay?” you asked.

he nodded, biting his lip. “just thinking.”

“about?”

he hesitated. then turned toward you, nervous and pink in the face.

“you make me wanna be brave,” he said. “but it’s scary.”

you reached for his hand again. “i’m scared too.”

“you don’t seem like it.”

you laughed, soft and breathless. “i’m scared of saying the wrong thing. of people thinking i’m fake. i’m scared of people liking me for the wrong reasons.”

he looked at you for a long time. “i like you for all the right ones.”

your breath caught.

he leaned in slowly, giving you time to pull away, to shake your head, to say no. but you didn’t. you stayed. and when his lips touched yours, it felt like something blooming. something warm and safe. like driving with the windows down in october.

you kissed him back, soft and slow.

when you pulled away, you were both blushing like kids.

“you’re really careful,” you whispered.

he nodded. “i never want to mess this up.” you rested your head on his shoulder. “you won’t.” you stayed there until the sky turned purple.

later, in bed, you replayed it all in your head. the quiet. the warmth. the way he looked at you like you were a poem he hadn’t finished reading yet.

you fell asleep smiling.

and the next day, you sat with him in the cafeteria, even when people looked. even when you felt that flicker of nervousness in your chest. because your friends smiled and moved over to make room. because matt’s hand found yours under the table. because for the first time in a long time, you weren’t scared of being seen.

not like this.

not with him.

@chrissiepie, 2O25.

[myobscuredmindd]

⌞ 𝐭𝐚𝐩𝐞 𝐭𝐰𝐨 ⌝

matthew bernard sturniolo

𝘱𝘶𝘴𝘴𝘺 𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨ㆍ𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘳𝘵𝘺 𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘬ㆍ 𝘱𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨ㆍ𝘱𝘦𝘵 𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘴

you wake before the sun’s fully crested the windows, the soft gray light barely touching the walls of your bedroom. matt’s arms are around you, heavy and warm, chest pressed against your back, his breathing deep and even. but your mind isn’t calm—not completely. there’s this low ache between your thighs, soft and insistent, the kind that creeps in slowly while you sleep and leaves you squirming a little before you’re even fully awake. you shift under the sheets, pressing your thighs together just slightly, and matt’s grip tightens in response, like even asleep, his body knows how to hold you closer.

you don’t want to wake him. not really. and definitely not for this. it feels silly—needy. you try to breathe through it, try to calm yourself, but when your hips roll just a little into the mattress and a quiet gasp escapes your lips, it’s already too late.

matt stirs.

“mm.” his voice is raspy, low, muffled against your hair. “you okay?”

you freeze. “yeah. sorry. didn’t mean to wake you.”

his hand slides down, palm warm against your stomach, thumb brushing lazy circles there. “you’re squirming,” he mumbles, still half-asleep. “what’s wrong?”

you hesitate, biting your lip.

he shifts behind you, just enough to press a slow kiss to the back of your neck. “baby,” he says, softer now, like a secret, “you wet?”

your face burns, but you nod just the tiniest bit. he hums low, pleased, and nudges your shoulder so you roll onto your back.

“lemme help,” he whispers, eyes still barely open, voice all gravel and sleep.

“matt—”

“mmh,” he breathes, already sliding down under the blankets. “jus' let me. i got you.”

you gasp when he kisses your thigh, so slow, so lazy it feels like a dream. his hands spread your legs gently, and then his mouth is on you—warm and soft, tongue dragging through your folds in slow, heavy strokes that make your whole body tense. he’s not in a rush. not even close. he’s still half-asleep, taking his time, like this is just a natural part of waking up for him. his mouth moves with a lazy rhythm, tongue circling your clit until your hips start to lift from the bed.

“matt,” you whisper, already breathless.

he groans against you, low and needy. “taste so good in the morning,” he murmurs, voice muffled against your skin. “so sweet. so wet.”

you moan, hand finding his hair beneath the blankets, fingers tangling in the mess of it as he keeps going, never speeding up, never rushing. just slow, wet pleasure that builds and builds, like a sunrise inside you.

“wanna feel you cum on my tongue,” he whispers, lips brushing your clit between strokes. “c'mon, baby.”

you bite your lip, back arching, and then you’re coming—soft and sudden and so damn full, trembling under the weight of it as he licks you through every second. when you finally go still, boneless and warm under the sheets, matt crawls back up, nuzzling into your neck, his lips sticky with you.

“mm. good morning,” he murmurs with a sleepy grin.

you laugh, breathless. “you’re ridiculous.”

“you’re welcome,” he whispers, wrapping himself around you again like he’s already falling back asleep.

@sweetshuga gave me the idea for this when we was talking about something like that i think LMFAO

(also if anyone’s posted something like this, please lmk so i can credit because idk if im delusional or not but i swear i read something similar before)

— @tits4matt @loser41ifee @sweetshuga @nickysturnss

[myobscuredmindd]

play fighting.

(pinky promises au.)

in which..bsf!chris can’t stop annoying bsf!reader.

“bow! bow! knocked out! over the head! BOOM! in your fuckin’ face, y/n!” chris exclaimed as he threw fake punches your way, his fists stopping centimeters from your face.

“do you like..ever stop fucking around?” you breathed out a laugh as you shook your head. your eyes focused on the school work you absolutely had to get done.

chris chuckled and tilted his head back, “c’mon ma, take a break!” chris exclaimed as he shut your laptop, your jaw clenched, you were about to snap at him, tell him that if he just caused your hard work to disappear you’d strangle him but he put his finger up to your pink lips.

“ah ah ah-“ chris tsked, “keep those pretty lips sealed, let’s go get pizza, yeah?” chris spoke raising an eyebrow.

before you know it you’re slipping on your shoes and heading out the door, chris tossing you the car keys, “you know, what was the point of you getting your license if you don’t even drive anywhere?” you teased, chris smirked, “so i could get matt to shut up about about me not having one,”

“ah shit y/n-“ chris spoke pointing to your white shirt, “got pizza sauce on y’shirt”

you glanced down to where chris’ finger directed only for him to flick it up and pop you in the nose, making your head bob back up to face him.

you bite your tongue, trying holding back a snarky comment. but the way chris’ head fell back as he let out a huge laugh, “yo-you fuckin’ really fell for t-that? r-really, kid?” chris panted as he tried to catch his breath, his hand clenching is stomach.

you instantly reached over and grabbed his slice of pizza and took a bite out of it and threw it back onto the paper plate, “oh you bitch-“ chris gasped, you wiped the sauce off the corner of your mouth with your thumb, “fuck you” your hand covering your mouth as you talked with it full of food.

“hey y/n,” chris waved in your face, trying to get your attention as you scrolled through your phone, drink in your hand. your eyes flickered up at chris, “wh-“ you got cut off by chris lifting up his shirt while laughing, flashing you. “christopher owen!” you whisper yelled, your eyes glancing around you guys, making sure nobody saw the scene chris just painted, “now imagine if i had tits!” chris sneered, you put your hand over your mouth, “you’re like actually a child,” you spoke shaking your head in disbelief.

short lil blurb 🤍 i loveeee writing bsf!chris 😫

divider creds: @malsmind

gif creds: @vxnitra

TAGS: @sturns-mermaid @bernardsbendystraws-bookshelf @courta13 @55sturn @joanakaulitz @shortnsweetsturnz @slvtf0rchr1s @pasteldreams @lyingonchris

[myobscuredmindd]

why’d he like it.. 😏

[myobscuredmindd]

I’m sorry but I cannot get enough of Chris with a goatee

I will be talking about this until the day I die