#⠀♡᪲ ⠀ ⠀ִ⠀ ⠀𝖱𝖴𝖡𝖸⠀𝒞𝗁𝗋𝗂𝗌 ⠀⠀25'

[rubyychriss]

⠀⠀⊹⠀⠀⠀⠀they won't know, baby⠀⠀⠀ֹ ⠀⠀⠀. ⠀chris sturniolo⠀⠀⠀⠀✿֔ᮬ

⠀⠀ ׅ⠀⠀♥︎⠀⠀content warning : smut, slightly public play, pet names, almost? getting caught, lowercase intended.

you hadn’t meant to stay long. just dropping off his charger — quick in, quick out.

but the second chris opened the door in those soft gray sweats, hair messy and eyes still half-asleep from a nap, you forgot every excuse you had rehearsed on the way there.

"you busy?" you asked, stepping inside before he could answer. he smirked, voice low. "not if you're staying."

twenty minutes later, you were in his lap — legs on either side of him, your shirt rucked up, his hands under it, lips warm and slow against yours. he’d pulled you down onto him with a groan, and now you were seated deep, snug, filled and still.

his head fell back against the couch. "don't move," he breathed, eyes fluttering shut. "just sit here for me. feels too good like this."

you blinked, a little dazed. "you want me to just… stay still?" his hands flexed on your thighs. "yeah, baby. just warm me up for a minute."

you settled against him, heart racing, body thrumming with tension. the movie played quietly in the background, but neither of you were watching. his thumb stroked lazy circles into your skin.

then—

“yo, we’re coming down!” nick’s voice from upstairs. footsteps followed.

your entire body tensed. "chris—" you whispered, panic flickering in your throat.

his hand came up, steadying your hips. "don’t move," he warned gently, lips brushing your ear. "we’re under the blanket. they won’t see a thing… unless you start squirming."

you froze, pulse jumping. "you’re insane," you hissed, cheeks flushed.

he chuckled low, the vibration rumbling through your chest where it pressed to his. "you’re the one sitting on my cock right now, sweetheart."

you bit your lip hard enough to leave a mark, trying not to react when he shifted the tiniest bit underneath you. your walls fluttered in response and his grip on your waist tightened.

"fuck, you like this," he murmured. "my pretty girl — always so good for me." the footsteps grew closer. voices echoed. he didn’t flinch. "just relax," chris whispered, lips brushing your jaw. "let them walk right past while you keep me nice and warm."

and you did—still, trembling slightly, teeth buried in your bottom lip, held together only by the soft way he whispered your name and the way his hands kept you grounded.

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[rubyychriss]

⠀⠀𝅄ㅤ .ᐟ pairing: nerdy!matt x cheerleader!reader

⠀⠀𝅄ㅤ .ᐟ warning: smut, public play, slight exhibitionism, overstimmed, um...slight glasses kink? almost—getting caught

⠀⠀𝅄ㅤ .ᐟ glasses slips, heart skips: she knew he was timid—thats why she wasn't letting him go without her hands getting all over him.

“p–please, baby, d–don’t… not here— nghh, it’s too much,” he whispers, forehead tucked into your neck, voice barely holding together. His breath is hot and shallow, fogging up the lenses of his glasses as they slip down his nose, and still — his hips keep moving, those soft, instinctive little rolls into your palm like his body’s begging for more even when his mouth tells you to stop.

The hallway’s dim, tucked between the kitchen and the backyard — close enough to hear the party thumping around the corner, but far enough for shadows to hide you both. He’s flushed and overwhelmed, trembling under your touch, but you know he could’ve said no.

He tried.

You’d sent him a special invite days ago — pretty little card slipped into his backpack after class, your number in glittery ink and a kissy face sticker in the corner. He said no. Twice. Then again, quiet and pink-faced, murmuring something about noise and people and “n-not really my thing.”

But still, here he is. You knew he’d come.

My friend's had dragged him through your door twenty minutes ago, and the second you spotted him — shy in the corner, glasses already fogging up — you made a beeline. And now you’ve got him here, pressed up against the wall with his jeans tugged down, your hand wrapped around his cock, bare and twitching, leaking mess all over your palm.

“You’re so warm,” you murmur, stroking him slow, savoring every shaky little whimper he gives you. “Look at you, baby… already makin’ a mess for me.”

He groans, muffled into your shoulder, and rocks his hips again — slight, needy, rhythmic. You tighten your grip, drag your thumb up the underside, and he chokes on a sound—something between a gasp and a whimper. His glasses slip lower. He barely notices.

“F–feels s’gooood,” he mumbles, voice cracked, legs shaking under him. “I—I c-can’ttt—no no noo”

“Shh, I know,” you whisper, pressing a kiss to the top of his head. “You’re doin’ so good for me, Matt. Such a sweet thing.”

His hips jerk again, desperate now—shallow little thrusts, like he’s chasing the edge without even thinking. You stroke him tighter, faster, twisting your wrist just right until he’s panting against your neck, moaning soft and broken.

Suddenly, footsteps approach, and he stiffens against you, whispering, “S-stop, someone’s c-coming…”

You squeeze him reassuringly but ease your hand slowly off, letting his hips settle, forehead still buried in your neck.

you press him tighter when footsteps echo close, his breath hitching as he hides in your neck, cheeks flushed and glasses fogged. he’s trembling—shy and overwhelmed — still letting you stroke him slow while his hips give those soft, needy little rocks, barely noticeable, like he can't help it. his hand grips your waist, trying to stay quiet, but his whole body’s buzzing from the touch.

After a pause, the person seems to walk away, probably drunk. he gasps, “C–can I—please, I—i can’t hold it—”

You lean in close, smile against his skin. “You wanna come for me, baby? Right here with my hand on your cock while the whole party’s on the other side of that wall??”

He nods quick, so desperate, body trembling like a live wire.

“Go on,” you murmur. “Come for me, baby.”

And he does—hips rocking hard into your hand, face buried in your neck, glasses crooked and breath stuttering as he lets go, thick and messy between your fingers. You stroke him through it, soft and slow, whispering sweet things in his ear while he twitches and whines, clinging to you like he’ll fall apart if you let go.

It takes a minute for him to settle. When he finally lifts his head, his cheeks are bright red, lips parted, hair messy, and his glasses still askew.

his glasses were still slightly crooked when he finally lifts his head, cheeks flushed, eyes wide and vulnerable. “thank you,” he murmurs, shy and sweet.

You fix them gently, nudging them up his nose with two fingers, and kiss the corner of his mouth.

“Told you I’d make it worth it,” you whisper.

You pull him closer, fingers threading through his hair, heart warm as the party thumps faintly beyond the wall. Tonight, he’s yours. And next time? You’ll make sure he never wants to say no again.

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[rubyychriss]

⠀⠀𝅄ㅤ .ᐟ pairing: nerdy!matt x cheerleader!reader

⠀⠀𝅄ㅤ .ᐟ warning: smut, tiny glasses kink as always I think? anyway—oral sex, sub!matt sub!matt sub!matt

Your mouth absolutely ruining him while he weakly tries to call you out “You’re not- mmgh– you’re not even...l-looking at the notes, haah— nahh”

Matt stuttered, his voice cracking as his thighs trembled under your grip. His knuckles were white where he clutched the wrinkled notebook, holding it against his bare chest like it might somehow protect him from what you were doing to him.

But it couldn’t. Nothing could.

Not with his cock flushed deep red, thick and twitching above your lips, precum leaking steadily down the shaft — so much that it was starting to drip onto the sheets below.

And you? You were giving it the softest, cruelest attention. Kitten licks — light, slow flicks of your tongue right under the tip. Just enough to tease, not enough to satisfy. You weren’t even trying to suck him yet.

“W-we’re on—nghh—we’re on molecular...g-geometry,” Matt whimpered, eyes wide behind fogged-up glasses, sweat curling along his hairline. “I-I can’t even...i can't- think straight—fuck—baby”

You licked up the bead of pre that gathered at the tip, letting your tongue flick it away just before it dripped. The whole thing twitched hard in the air — like it needed to be touched, sucked, taken deeper.

Matt whimpered again. His chest was flushed and marked with lipstick — soft, smudged stains over his collarbones and neck. His shirt was hanging off his shoulders, completely unbuttoned, barely clinging to him. You had him spread out, ruined and pink, legs shaking, and he still had the audacity to try and teach.

“S-something about lone pairs—f-four regions of—fuck—electron density—”

His voice hitched again when your lips wrapped softly around the head of his cock. Just the tip. You sucked, slow and teasing, and he gasped, whole body jerking forward like he didn’t mean to move.

You pulled off and let a thick string of spit fall from your tongue to his twitching cock, watching it pulse from the contact.

“Poor thing,” you said, giving him one more kitten lick, right over the slit. “You’re trying so hard.”

“I—I w-was supposed to be tutoring you,” he breathed, broken and sweet, eyes glazed. “n- not... getting— nghh— sucked l- like this, I—I can’t—”

You wrapped your lips around him again, this time deeper, letting your tongue swirl around the angry, leaking head before taking more. His cock slid deeper with every inch, your throat swallowing around the thickness, and he moaned so soft, like he was scared of how good it felt.

Matt gripped the notebook tighter, hands shaking now. His fingers curled around the paper like it was the only thing keeping him from coming.

“B-baby—please—nghh—oh god...” he whined. “I-it’s too much—so warm—*I-I’m gonna...ngh—fuck—”

You sucked slow, letting your tongue press under the head again, where he was most sensitive. His hips twitched. His breath hitched. His cock twitched hard in your mouth, and you could feel how close he was.

You pulled off with a wet sound, watching it bounce in the air — twitching and flushed, so pretty and ruined, tip completely soaked.

Matt looked at you, dazed and flushed to the ears.

“I—I forgot everything I was supposed to teach you,” he whispered. God, he looked so adorable.

You licked your lips, smiling. “That’s okay,” you said softly. “You just taught me everything I need to know.”

author note: guysss im on my period and I neeeed matt. seriously 😭 my cramps are killing me seriously.

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[rubyychriss]

⠀⠀𝅄ㅤ .ᐟ pairing: nerdy!matt x cheerleader!reader

⠀⠀𝅄ㅤ .ᐟ warning: smut, riding, semi-public play, unprotected sex, glasses kink... becuz I have thing for it lol. Um dirty talk? (Gentle)

⠀⠀𝅄ㅤ .ᐟ glasses slips, heart skips he’s always shy, barely speaks when she teases him— so why’s he holding her hips tighter now, whispering “just like that, baby” like he’s not scared at all?

“You’ve got no clue how long I’ve wanted this, Baby… you just sittin’ there like that, all sweet and shy, pretendin’ not to stare while I stretched,” you murmur, voice thick against his mouth, hips already grinding down onto him with a slow, heavy roll.

“Y–you can’t just sit on me like that—ngh, babyy, I—I can’t think when you do that,” Matt whines, breath caught in his throat as his head knocks softly back against the wooden beam behind him. His knees are bent up, thighs tense, legs parted to make space for you, and he’s trembling beneath you like he might fall apart already.

His hoodie’s still on—pulled slightly up from when you’d grabbed fistfuls of it earlier—and his jeans are shoved just low enough, underwear tugged down past his thighs, his cock leaking mess against the cotton of your ruined panties.

It started during your water break—15 minutes of downtime, and there he was, perched halfway up the stands with his little water bottle and flushed cheeks, looking everywhere except at you. He was just supposed to sit, wait for you to walk home after your practice? But now, you saw his eyes when you stretched.

When you bent down too slow. You watched his throat bob when he swallowed and looked away fast, pretending like he wasn’t hard already.

Your skirt’s hiked up, your soaked panties pushed aside, the thin strip of fabric digging into your hip, barely holding any modesty. And yet it’s all he can look at. His flushed face is buried in your collarbone one second, and the next, his glassy eyes flicker down again—watching the way your folds drag over the flushed tip of his cock every time you roll your hips just right.

“A–ahh... b–baby, it’s too much, I— nghh, I can’t—” he whimpers, voice trembling as he grabs for your waist like he doesn’t know where else to hold. “I–I don’t think I can last, not like this…”

“Yeah?” you whisper, breathless against his cheek, your body riding his length with slow, steady strokes. Not taking him inside yet—just dragging your soaked heat along his cock, letting him feel every part of it. “And I’ve barely even started, Baby. Feelin’ me through your whole cock and still whimpering like that?”

He lets out a soft, broken cry—something between a moan and a sob—his cock twitching against you as your slick folds slide over the head again. You grind harder this time, a little meaner, and he chokes on a gasp, his hips jerking up with instinct he doesn’t even realize he has.

The bleachers creak around you both, wood groaning faintly under your weight, but everything else is still. The field's empty. Just you two. Just your breathy moans and his desperate whimpers.

“I—I saw you lookin’,” you murmur, hands cupping his flushed face, his glasses crooked on the bridge of his nose. “You tried to look away so quick. But you didn’t miss a thing, did you?”

He shakes his head helplessly. “N–no— was tryin’— tried not to, but—ahh, y-you looked sooo—fuck, baby, you’re makin’ me— nghh...”

You finally sink down, slowly, letting your soaked folds open up and take him in inch by inch. He gasps, loud and sudden, hips twitching underneath you as his cock fills you, the thick stretch pulling another needy whimper from his throat.

“F–fuck...ahh—oh god, baby, it’s too warm, feels too... good—can’t, so wet...can’t hold it,” he whines, clutching you tighter, body trembling under the weight of it all.

His legs are crunched beneath him, thighs straining, the angle tight but perfect—his cock deep inside you now, snug and twitching, and your folds are clenching around him with every bounce. You ride him slow at first, feeling every inch, feeling the drag of your walls and the heat of his skin, and Matt’s completely undone beneath you.

His head tips back. His jaw drops. Glasses nearly fall off again.

“Sweetheart—ngh—s–so good, too good— y-you’re perfect, you feel...ahh, I feel—”

“Yeah, baby?” you pant, riding faster now, letting your thighs slap down into his, your hands fisting his hoodie. “What do I feel like, huh? Use your words for me, Matty.”

He can barely breathe. “L-like heaven— like fuckin’... heaven, I—I swear I’m gonna— cummm— ngh”

And then he latches onto your waist, hips twitching up helplessly—trying to meet your bounce, lost in the mess between your bodies. He’s whining with every breath now, cock twitching deep inside you, and you can feel his thighs trembling under your legs.

You cup his face again, pressing your forehead to his. “You’re doin’ so good, Babyy… takin’ it sooo well. Such a sweeet boyyy.”

But then something shifts.

He lets out a shattered moan, thrusting up again, shallow and shaky— but this time, You feel it in his grip, the sudden push of his hips meeting yours— shallow, soft thrusts, like he’s trying. Not rough, not bold. Just there. His hands slide down, holding your waist firmer than before, and his voice goes quieter but deeper, steadier.

“C–come on, sweetheart,” he whispers, rocking up into you. “Keep movin’, wanna make you feel good… wanna feel you fall apart first, please...”

It’s soft. Barely there. But it makes your breath hitch. Makes your stomach flip, and you whimper his name when his hips push up again, slow and deliberate.

“Fuck, Matt— where’d that come from?” you whisper, shaky.

It’s soft. Barely a shift. But it makes you stutter, makes your breath catch as his hips buck again, more deliberate, more controlled ? His hands shift higher on your waist, guiding you this time instead of just holding on. His chest presses tight against yours, his lips brushing your jaw.

“Y–you’re doin’ so good,” he murmurs, voice low and quiet but with purpose. “Lemme take care of you... baby.”

And just like that—

TWEET!

A sharp whistle cuts through the air, bouncing off the bleachers and echoing across the field. You both freeze.

“Break’s over!” someone calls from across the grass.

Matt’s hands stay on your waist. His cock’s still twitching inside you, deep and needy, his eyes wide and glassy as he pants into your collarbone.

“I—I didn’t mean to....sorry, baby— s–so sorry, I—” he whispers, flustered again, all that... energy slipping right back into shy. The realisation settled between them— Matt, shy and timid and very subby was giving you the smallest taste of something new. “Nngh—i...I wanna continue. Not… not done yet, baby.”

"m- my place after school, alright Baby?" As she kissing him on his soft cheeks. His cock throbbed again, buried inside you, and you already know you’ll be dragging him back here the second practice ends.

Next time, you’re not stoppin’. or maybe... he's not stopping?

AUTHOR NOTE: heyy, did you enjoy this? next one...will be interesting to say the least...well, did you have any reqs or ideas? my inbox are open

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[rubyychriss]

⠀⠀⊹⠀⠀⠀⠀teach me, my cowboy⠀⠀⠀ֹ ⠀⠀⠀. ⠀matt sturniolo⠀⠀⠀⠀✿֔ᮬ

⠀⠀ ׅ⠀⠀♥︎⠀⠀content warning : smut, grinding, consensual, dirty talk

⠀⠀ ׅ⠀⠀♥︎⠀⠀pairing : cowboy!matt x inexperiencedgirl!reader

“Rrrubbin’ on me like that— So wet already, d-darlin’? Hhhn—fuckk…” his rough hands settle heavy on your hips. You’re straddling Matt in the front seat of his truck, windows fogged from the summer heat.

His old t-shirt’s bunched up around your ribs, panties soaked through, and his cowboy hat’s tipped low on your head—too big, sliding down a little, but he doesn’t take his eyes off you for a second, how can he? When you look at this?

He grinds up into you slow, letting you feel every inch of his cock through the thick denim, dragging you along the ridge with a steady rhyth.m. One of his hands slips between your thighs, fingers brushing the sticky mess between your legs before sliding your panties to the side, just enough to bare your wet folds.

“Fuck, baby… feel that? You’re drippin’, and I ain’t even got my cock out yet,” he mutters, thumb moving in lazy circles over the swollen little bud, making your thighs twitch.

“Matt—mngh—feels so good,” you whisper, voice thin and needy as your hips rock forward, chasing the pressure. The cowboy hat tips further over your eyes, and he grins like sin.

“Look at you. Wearin’ my hat, grindin’ that sweet pussy on my cock like you’re made for it,” he says, the words smooth and filthy, he knows what he's doing. “Slow, darlin’. Let me feel every damn second of it.”

He tilts his head, watching the way you struggle to keep steady, how you cling to his shirt and gasp when your clit rubs just right. “You ever ride before, sweetheart?” You shake your head, lips parted. “N-no… never.” Matt hums, satisfied.

He keeps your panties pushed aside, thumb working your clit as he grinds up into you again. “Gonna take my time with you. Gonna teach this pussy everything. How to squeeze me, how to soak me, how to come real pretty.” You’re trembling, chest rising fast, and he leans in, mouth brushing your jaw as he whispers it—low and deep, like a promise:

“Next time, I’m gonna pull you out this seat, bend you over the hood, and fuck you slow... real slow. ‘Til you’re cryin’ for me. I promise, baby.”

You whimper his name, grinding down harder.

“That’s it,” he breathes, “ride it just like that. We’re just gettin’ started.” Your head fall back, body trembling from the sweet torture of his touch.

"Matthew..." She whispered, "That's right baby, that's my name..."

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[rubyychriss]

hii! so i don’t know if u write pegging but if youre comfortable with that, can you write bratty!sub!matt getting pegged.. also i love your work!! <3

⠀⠀ ׅ⠀⠀♥︎⠀⠀content warning : smut, pegging, dirty talk, slight overstimulate? sub!bratty!matt

"M-mommyyy, please-fuck, i-it's too much... nghhh-s-still cumming, i can't-!"

Matt's voice cracks, high and soaked in desperation. His fingers dig into the sheets, pulling them so tight they're nearly ripping. His back arches again as your strap drives deep into his soaked, overstretched hole-so raw and puffy it clenches with every thrust, fluttering like it doesn't know whether to beg for more or give up completely.

He tries to squirm away, hips twitching, thighs trembling, but your grip stays firm on his waist. You drag him back onto your cock like he's nothing but a toy to use-deep, hard, relentless. It punches a sob out of him every time your strap hits that swollen, sensitive spot inside him.

"Fffuckk-n-no, no more, i c-can't-!"

His words stutter as his cock twitches helplessly. It's so flushed, a deep pink at the tip, already coated in a shiny mess from the last time he broke and the time before that

You watch as it spurts again. Another messy, pathetic orgasm wracks his body without permission, thick ropes shooting out, sticky against his twitching stomach. It won't stop. It keeps leaking, little pulses, weak and dribbling. He's so overstimulated his cock is acting on instinct, leaking for you even as he sobs into the pillow.

"Did I tell you to cum again?"

"N-no... m'so sorry, mommy... i tried-i really-i c-couldn't hold it..." he whimpers, voice shaking, words barely getting through the choked sobs in his throat. "i-it hurts now... my cock's s-so full... m'hole's too messy, y-you're still so deep... i-i can't take more..." Whining loudly as he squirmed

And you don't stop. You pound into him harder, strap coated in slick as it stretches him open all over again, dragging against that tender spot that has him seeing stars. His hole clamps down, fluttering tight and wet and desperate, practically sucking you back in with every thrust.

His voice catches in his throat as he wails, loud and ragged, "m-mommyyy-haah-s'too much-m'cock's twitching again, please, i c-can't cum again-don't make me-nnghh!"

His body jerks. His back bows. His toes curl, and his thighs spasm as another ruined orgasm hits him-barely anything left, just a little dribble leaking from his oversensitive tip. He tries to move away again, crying, overwhelmed, his hips twitching weakly under your hands.

You lean down, breath warm at his ear.

"Thought you wanted this. Thought you could act like a brat all day and not get punished?" He sobs harder. "i-i didn't know y-you'd f-fuck me like this... mommy, sorry..."

But his hole's still clenching around your strap like it wants more-spasming, soaked and stretched so perfectly it molds around your cock with every thrust. You fuck him slow, deep, letting him feel every inch rub through him as his legs shake uncontrollably.

He's drooling. Crying. Whimpering into the sheets.

"P-please... I-I wanna cummm? i– I won't be...ngh– bratty again, maaa-mmy—" he whimpers, voice breaking, eyes squeezed shut. His hands grip the sheets so tight his nails dig in, tears slipping down his cheeks.

You pull back just enough to let him catch his breath, lips brushing his ear. "Alright, Baby...c'mon" With slow, deliberate thrusts, you push him over the edge once more. He shook hard, spurting thick ropes over his skin, completely wrecked and out of control

"Such a good boy," you murmur, holding him as he collapses, spent and sobbing into the sheets.

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[rubyychriss]

— MATT GETTING SPANKED.

⠀⠀ ׅ⠀⠀♥︎⠀⠀content warning : smut, spanking kink, pet names, lowercase intended

his legs were trembling, spread open on the bed with his cheek pressed to the pillow, lashes wet and fluttering. his cock throbbed untouched against the sheets, slick with precum, twitching every time your hand came down with another sharp, stinging smack against his ass.

his back arched again, a soft curve that made you weak, just watching him fold so sweet for you.

“m–mama, please…'m sorryy– mamaa...–”

the words cracked, barely more than a whisper, his voice raw and wet with tears. he tried to push himself forward, to get away, but all it did was make his ass rise even higher, just perfect for you.

you cupped the curve of it, rubbing gently over the heat. “shhh, babyy… you’re doin’ sooo good for me.”

your voice was sweet, a warm curl in his ear. “don’t cry now, baby," you cood, 'you can take it right pretty boy?”

he sobbed, nodding and shaking his head at the same time. thighs twitching, rutting himself, chasing even a little bit of friction. pathetic.

“i c–can’t, i can’tttt, mommyyy— please– ” as he let out a whine, squirming around.

it broke off into a gasp when your palm met skin again—smack, sharp and mean — his cock twitched as more pre-cum leaking around his pink tip. but your fingertips followed after, stroking and squeezing it so tenderly.

“but look at this cock, baby…” you cooed, dragging your nails down the back of his thigh. “leakin’ like it wants more. you don’t really wanna stop, do you?”

he let out this broken little sound, hands fisting the sheets like he’d fall apart without them. his hips rocked helplessly, offering up his ass again like it was instinct.

“that’s itttt, good boyyy” you whispered, pushing back his soft locks which were blocking his glassy eyes, “don’t run from it baby. mama’s got you.” as another spank landed and thick, warm cum spurted out of his cock.

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.ᐟ.ᐟ author note — #NEEDTHIS honestly, it's more of a blurb ⠀ 𖹭 ⠀ taglist ! @joanakaulitz

[rubyychriss]

Hi love your writing

Could you write something with sub Chris who cums too fast and needs reassurance that reader is still proud of him

⠀⠀ ׅ⠀⠀♥︎⠀⠀content warning : smut...that's all I guess?

Chris was already leaking by the time you told him to lie back.

He didn't even need a command-just the way you looked at him, the quiet authority in your voice, had him flushed and trembling. His cock stood hard against his stomach, tip glossy and twitching, his chest rising in short, shallow breaths.

"You've been aching for days, haven't you?" you said, kneeling between his thighs. "Can't even hide it anymore."

He nodded, swallowing hard. "I-I've tried. But I think about you and I-" His voice cracked. "I'm sorry. I'm already close."

You stroked your hand up his thigh, watched him squirm. "I know. That's fine. I want to see how badly your body needs this."

And then you wrapped your fingers around his cock.

Chris gasped, hips jolting helplessly as you stroked him -slow, steady, but just tight enough to drag pleasure out of every nerve. He was already so sensitive, the first touch making his whole body lock up. You pressed your thumb under the head and felt it pulse, already starting to throb in your grip.

"Fuck," he whimpered, head thrown back. "I'm not gonna last-I'm gonna- nghh ahh"

He moaned like it hurt, hips jerking into your hand as he came-sudden, desperate, messy. Hot cum spurted out of him in thick, stuttering ropes, landing across his chest and your wrist. His eyes welled up almost immediately. He turned his face away, hands shaking as he tried to catch his breath. "Shit," he whispered. "I'm s- sorry. I didn't mean to fuck... I just– nghh"

His cock twitched wildly, spilling everything he'd been holding back for days. You didn't stop stroking. You wanted to feel all of it-the way his whole body shook under your hand, how he gasped with every pulse.

When it was over, he looked wrecked. Still breathing hard, hands curled into the sheets. And then his face twisted, and his eyes went glossy.

"I... I'm sorry," he said quickly, voice small. "I- I tried to wait.. I didn't mean to go...t- that fast." You paused, taking in the tears building at the corners of his eyes. His whole body had gone tense again-not from pleasure this time, but shame.

"Hey, Chris baby" you said softly, wiping his stomach with the edge of the blanket before crawling up beside him. "Don't do that. Don't beat yourself up."

Chris bit his lip, trying to hold it in, but a tear slid down anyway. "I– I ruined it," he whispered. "M' sorry...Y- you barely...even touched me."

You pulled him in close, wrapping your arms around him and pressing his face into your neck. "You didn't ruin anything," you murmured, voice calm but firm. "You came because you needed to. Because your body couldn't hold it anymore. It's alright...don't worry baby, I love you."

He shivered a little, clutching at your side, still trying to hide his face.

"You really didn't disappoint me, Chris," you continued, stroking his back.

He was quiet for a few moments, breathing evening out against your skin. "You're...not mad?" he asked, barely audible. You smiled into his hair. "Mad? No. I'm hard just thinking about how fucking needy you were. That's mine. All of it."

Chris let out a soft sound-somewhere between a laugh and a sob-and pressed himself closer.

"I've got you," you said. "And next time, we can take it slower. Or not. Either way, I want you just like this. You're not too much, and you're not not enough. You're mine."

His breath hitched, and you could feel the tension finally start to leave him.

"...Okay, I love you" he whispered.

You pulled the blanket over both of you, your hand sliding down his back, warm and steady. His cock was softening now, still sensitive, but you kissed the side of his face and let him come down in your arms-safe, held, and wanted.

𝜗℘ RUBYCHRISS ㆍ 2025 do not copy or re-post my work on other platforms.

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⠀⠀⊹⠀⠀⠀⠀sleepy chris⠀after tour⠀⠀⠀ֹ ⠀⠀⠀⠀restless reader⠀⠀⠀⠀✿֔ᮬ

⠀⠀ ׅ⠀⠀♥︎⠀⠀warning : smut, unprotected sex, sleepy!chris, riding, light dom undertones, intended lowercase.

⠀⠀ ׅ⠀⠀♥︎⠀⠀words count : around 1.3k i guess? alot of word honestly...

⠀⠀ ׅ⠀⠀♥︎⠀⠀author's note : ⠀this was in my draft hehe- I was waiting to post this when surprise party tour's over! inspo by; pearlzier. english is not my first language

⠀⠀ ׅ⠀⠀♥︎⠀⠀quick summary : chris finally comes back home after a month-long surprise party tour, exhausted and barely awake and just wanted to sleep. you’ve been waiting for him, craving him, counting every night he was gone. now that he’s here, you’re not letting him rest without taking what you need

“mmgh... you really gonna make me do this?” chris mutters, barely awake, his eyes half-lidded as you sink down on his cock. you feel him stretch you, filling you completely, but he doesn’t move. he just stays there, letting you adjust to him, the soft presure of his cock making you whimper.

you start moving slowly, your hips grinding down against him, but chris doesn’t react. his hands rest on your waist, fingers barely gripping you. you try to pick up the pace, your body desperate for more, but his sleepy gaze follows you lazily, not even attempting to speed up the things.

“don’t you want to help? you don't know how much i missed this while you were on tour” you whisper, your voice shaky as you begin to bounce on him, feeling the delicious stretch with every movement. but he only grunts in response, not lifting a finger, barely able to keep his eyes open.

he’s so tired, and you can see it by the way he’s holding himself back.

his cock feels so good inside you, but it’s not enough. you need more. you start to ride him harder, faster, but he still doesn’t meet your rhythm. instead, he's lets you do the work, his hands just lightly guiding your hips... no, more like holding.

enough to keep you steady.

“ngh... fuck...” chris groans, a quiet sound escaping his lips as he shifts slightly under you. you can feel the way he’s trying to resist, his body too tired to give in completely. but you’re relentless. you keep bouncing, your hips bucking against his, trying to push yourself closer to what you need.

he barely moves, his eyes fluttering closed again, but his cock stays hard inside you, filling you each time you drop down. “come on, chris... please,” you beg softly, your breath shallow, but he only shakes his head lazily, his lips barely parted as he murmurs, “you don’t... get to rush me.”

you feel your body beginning to ache with the effort, your thighs trembling as you continue riding him, each movement slow but determined. you can feel yourself getting close to the edge, but he’s still holding back, letting you do all the work, only offering the faintest thrusts of his own, just enough to make you feel full but not enough to push you over.

you try to adjust your angle, bouncing harder, trying to force him to give you more, but his sleepy gaze stays fixed on you, the corner of his mouth lifting slightly in amusement. “so needy,” he mutters, barely audible, but his voice holds a touch of affection beneath the fatigue.

your movements become more frantic, desperate now, but chris just watches you, his hands lightly gripping your hips as you continue to bounce on him. his cock is deep inside you, and even though you’re working yourself closer to the release you want, it’s not enough. his thrusts are slow and lazy, not meeting your urgency.

he’s not giving you the fast, hard rhythm you crave, and you’re left trying to keep pace with the steady, slow thrusts.

“fuck, chris, please,” you gasp, your hands clutching his chest for support as you try to keep your rhythm. but he doesn’t speed up. instead, he just stares at you, his eyes half-open, watching you ride him with a mixture of sleepiness and amusement.

“you’ll get it when I’m ready,” he mutters, his voice thick with exhaustion.

you whimper at his words, feeling the tension building in your body, but you’re still on the edge. you want more, but he’s not giving it to you. your hips buck against his, the sound of skin slapping filling the room, but chris doesn’t do anything to stop you. he just lays there, his cock buried deep inside you, letting you take control.

the silence between you two is thick, filled with the sound of your movements and his lazy groans. “you’re not getting any more out of me,” chris murmurs after a while, his hand drifting up to gently rest on your back as he pulls you closer. his cock still fills you, but he’s not moving, his tiredness still reigning over him.

you pause for a moment, the need for release consuming you, but chris doesn’t help you. he’s too tired to move, too drained from the tour. but you don’t stop, you can’t. your body’s desperate for the pleasure you crave. you keep moving, still bouncing on him, trying to find that spot, but the pace remains slow and steady, just enough to drive you crazy, but not enough to make you finish.

“mmgh, you're still not gonna get what you want,” he whispers in a teasing tone, though you can hear the fatigue in his voice. his hands give you a lazy squeeze on your hips, barely holding you in place. but you don’t care. you keep moving, riding him at your own pace, pushing yourself as close to the edge as you can get.

finally, after what feels like an eternity, you stop. chris is still half-asleep, his breathing slow, and you’re left panting, your body aching with frustration. he doesn’t say anything, just pulls you down against him lazily, keeping his cock deep inside you. the tension between you both hangs in the air, thick with unsaid words and unmet needs, as chris closes his eyes, "keep me warm like that, yeah?" drifting off to sleep.

leaving you still restless in his arms.

⊹ 𓈒 ㅤׂㅤ RUBYCHRISS - est. 2025. do not copy or re-post my work on other platforms.

[rubyychriss]

˙⠀❀ㅤ ׅ   matt sturniolo • not yet! ㅤ 𝁼 ୭୧ ⠀..⠀⠀﹙⠀blurb⠀﹚

warning: sub!matt, soft dom!reader, edging, overstimulation, explicit sexual content, creamie

you hadn’t planned to take control tonight. you really hadn’t.

he was already a little messy when you straddled him on the couch, cheeks pink, breath shallow, like just being near you short-circuited something in his brain. and god, he was so easy to read...fidgeting fingers, thighs pressed together like he was trying not to grind against you.

you kissed him first, soft and slow, just to calm him down. but the way he whimpered into your mouth like he needed it more than anything, it made something shift inside you. something warm. something firm.

"you’re already worked up, huh?" you marmured close to his ear, voice low and steady, hands resting easy on his hips. "barely touched you."

his lashes fluttered, breath catching in his throat. "i-i don't know," he stammered, looking dazed. "you just—"

"shh. it’s okay." your voice was soft, steady. he relaxed into it like instinct.

you slid your fingers under the hem of his hoodie, warm skin meeting your touch. he sucked in a sharp breath, shoulders twitching. you kissed down his neck slowly, letting your teeth catch just enough to make him flinch and shiver, the tiniest whimper slipping out of him.

when you pressed your palm against the hard outline in his sweats, his hips jerked up with a quiet gasp. it was automatic. needy.

you smiled. "needy boy."

his hands gripped your shoulders, tight. already shaking a little. like he was holding back from giving in. you stroked him through the fabric, light and slow. teasing. each time his hips pushed up, you stopped. waited. then started again.

"please," he whispered, forehead pressed to your shoulder. his voice cracked. "please, can i—"

you leaned in, lips brushing his cheek. "no, not yet." soft. calm. unshakable. "you don’t get to come just because you want it."

he let out a sound, raw and small. you kissed him once, sweet.

you eased his sweats down just far enough. his cock was flushed and wet at the tip. you wrapped your hand around him gently, squeezed once at the base. he moaned like it almost hurt.

you stroked him slow, firm, dragging it out. every time he tensed or whimpered or tried to fuck up into your hand, you let go. left him twitching in the open air.

"fuck, please—" his voice broke, head tilted back slightly. "i can’t—"

you leaned in, lips close to his throat. "you can," you murmured, slow and warm. "be good for me. take what i give you."

his cock jumped at that, helpless. he nodded a little too quickly, mouth falling open.

your hand rested between his legs but didn’t move. you whispered into his ear, slow and low... told him how pretty he looked when he begged. how soaked he was. how good he was doing for you even when he was falling apart.

you edged him like that until he was shaking, body warm and slick with sweat, eyes glassy and wide. then you stroked him again – faster, enough to bring him right to the edge, his hips jerking, mouth falling open.

and you stopped.

he sobbed your name, desperate. broken. you kissed him, slow and firm.

"one more time," you whispered. "just one more. and then i’ll let you fall apart for me."

he nodded fast, panting, moaning softly under his breath as you took him in your hand again.

this time, you didn’t stop.

your grip was steady, pace tight and smooth. you knew exactly where he was. his whole body coiled up, jaw slack, breath punching out of his lungs as his felt his stomach tensed hard beneath your hand.

"fuck- i’m... ngh! coming-" he gasped, voice barely a whisper.

his cock twitched and then he was spilling over your hand, cum striping across his stomach in thick, slow pulses, one after another. his whole body shook with it, eyes shutting tightly as he moaned and tried to cling to you. you didn’t let go. stroked him through it, soft and careful, coaxing every drop out of him until he slumped against you, gasping.

then he flinched, his hips jerked when you kept going, his thighs twitching from the overstimulation.

"too much- baby..." he whined, quiet and breathless. "please, i c-can’t- noo..."

"shh," you cooed, kissing his temple. "you’ve got more in you. just a little. be good boy for me."

his cock twitched again in your hand, and he let out a whimper, but he didn’t stop you. his fingers curled weakly in your shirt.

"i know, baby. i know," you whispered. your strokes were slower now, gentler. "let me take care of you."

he let out one more shaky moan as his cock gave a final twitch, another dribble of cum spilling out before he collapsed fully into you, boneless and flushed.

you kissed the top of his cheek, cradling him close, one of his hand still softly resting against your hip.

RUBYCHRISS - est. 2025. do not copy or re-post my work on other platforms.

[rubyychriss]

⠀

⠀ ͏ ✿𝅼 i𝗇𝗍𝗋𖹭du𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗇g . . . cheerleader!reader x nerdy!matt ⊹ ͏͏𓈒ㅤׂㅤ ͏

⠀⠀𝅄ㅤ .ᐟ pairing: nerdy!matt x cheerleader!reader ( glasses slips, heart skips )

⠀⠀𝅄ㅤ .ᐟ now playing: 'this side of paradise' by Coyote theory!

O1.) ⠀⠀𝅄ㅤnerdy .ᐟmatt . . . who leaves a half-finished formula on your notebook one day during tutoring, except this time, there’s a tiny smiley face drawn beside it. he pretends it was a joke, but secretly hoped you’d notice. you kept it. you kept it like a love letter. and maybe you “forgot” your notes next time on purpose.

O2.) ⠀⠀𝅄ㅤnerdy .ᐟmatt . . . who tells himself you’re just being polite when you sit too close or laugh a little too loud at his dry jokes. he doesn’t know how to handle it when you call him cute, so he just blinks and changes the subject, but he replays it in his head all night.

O3.) ⠀⠀𝅄ㅤnerdy .ᐟmatt . . . who takes forever to type a text back, not because he’s ignoring you, but because he rewrites it six times trying not to sound too eager. he’ll delete the “:)” and replace it with a period. and then put the smiley back again. and maybe delete the whole thing.

O4.) ⠀⠀𝅄ㅤnerdy .ᐟmatt . . . who panics when he sees you talking to someone else at a party and ends up hiding out in the kitchen pretending to look for chips. he’s not jealous, not really, he just doesn’t know if he has the right to be. he doesn't even know if you're his to miss.

O5.) ⠀⠀𝅄ㅤnerdy .ᐟmatt . . . he’s constantly fiddling with something, whether it’s his hoodie strings or the pen in his hand, just to keep his hands busy. it’s his way of staying grounded when everything around him feels like too much, especially when she’s around, making him feel all sorts of things he can’t quite process

O1.) ⠀⠀𝅄ㅤcheerleader .ᐟreader . . . who tugs at her skirt and applies lip gloss before every tutoring session, telling herself it’s “just in case.” just in case what, she never says. but matt blushes every time she smiles with pink sticky lips, and maybe that’s enough for now.

O2.) ⠀⠀𝅄ㅤcheerleader .ᐟreader . . . who draws little stars next to matt’s notes when he’s not looking. sometimes she makes the numbers hearts instead of zeroes. and when he does notice, he just goes quiet and doesn’t erase them. she knows what that means. probably.

O3.) ⠀⠀𝅄ㅤcheerleader .ᐟreader . . . who started “accidentally” leaving her notebook behind more often, just to see if matt would leave another note, another doodle, another clue? she keeps every one, like pressed flowers between pages, even the messy ones with ink smudges.

O4.) ⠀⠀𝅄ㅤcheerleader .ᐟreader . . . who listens to his music recs even when they’re weird and full of static and soft guitar. she never tells him, but some nights she falls asleep to them, earphones in, and his quite world echoing in hers.

O5.) ⠀⠀𝅄ㅤcheerleader .ᐟreader . . . she talks a lot, fast, bright, excited, like her thoughts can’t wait their turn. and when she’s with matt, it only gets worse in the best way. she’ll go off on tangents about her day, a dream she had, or a dumb memes she saw, and he never interrupts. he just listens, wide eyed, like every word she says is magic. sometimes she’ll pause and go, “im rambling again, huh?”

𝜗℘ RUBYCHRISS ㆍ 2025 do not copy or re-post my work on other platforms.

[rubyychriss]

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

⠀⠀𝅄ㅤ.ᐟ GLASSES SLIP, HEART SKIPS. ᥩ ᪲◞ ◟)𑁬⠀⠀⠀♡ she cheers from the bleachers, he solves equations in the back row – love isn't on the syllabus, but they’re both failing to ignore it.

⠀ ׅ⠀⠀ ꒰ˆ◞⸝⸝◟ˆ ꒱੭ ㅤnerdyㅤ◞ shy!matt ㅤ ⊹ㅤ

nineteen. computer science major. shy smile. oversized hoodie sleeves. sweetheart. pushes glasses up too often. reads comics between classes. get flustered easily. builds robots, hides poems. timid. stammers through compliments. keeps all her stickers. listens like it matters. & falls for her, quietly, every day. awkward. makes her laugh without trying. thoughtful texter. & crushes hard, quietly, completely.

⠀ ׅ⠀⠀ ꒰ˆ◞⸝⸝◟ˆ ꒱੭ ㅤcheerleader ㅤ◞ reader ㅤ ⊹ㅤ

nineteen. cheerleading captain. fashion designing major. butterfly n' flower clips. candy gloss. pink speaker in her tote. star stickers on cheeks. loud laugh, louder heart. sweetheart. smells like vanilla + cherries. playlists for every mood. luvs to doodles hearts, cat lovers. jelly cats always babbling, romantic by heart. & gives hugs like warm sunlight.

ㅤ ⊹ㅤㅤ ◞ matt said no, but here he is, in her party —trembling and giving in quietly in the hallway while the party rages on outside.

ㅤ ⊹ㅤㅤ ◞ he’s supposed to be tutoring you in chemistry—shirt unbuttoned, cock twitching—and you’re not learning a thing except how pretty he sounds when he whimpers.

ㅤ ⊹ㅤㅤ ◞ she knew he was timid—thats why she wasn't letting him go without her hands getting all over him.

𝜗℘ RUBYCHRISS ㆍ 2025 do not copy or re-post my work on other platforms.

AUTHOR NOTE: hellooo! i genuinely don't know if anyone has already done this trope/au idk! please let me know if there is, I'll credit them <3 btw if you wanna be on the taglist, just comment anything down!

゙ׅㅤ⠀ㅤ⍺𝗎 ㅤ:ㅤslow burn, she fell first he fell harder, tension between friends, strangers to lovers, contain smut later on, timid but sweetheart matt ⠀ ..ㅤ ⠀ഒㅤ

this au was originally made by @snoopychris so credit goes to them, thank you for so much <3

[rubyychriss]

୨୧⠀ ׅ⠀ 𝗆𝖾́𝗅𝖺𝗇𝖼𝗈𝗅𝗂𝖾⠀ ﹠⠀⠀𝖼𝗂𝗀𝖺𝗋𝖾𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗌⠀⠀ .. ♥︎

⠀ׁ ⠀⠀ intr𖹭꯭ducting⠀⠀⠀Ꮚ⠀⠀⠀rubyy⠀ ⠀ &&⠀ ׅ⠀ 17 ⠀frank ocean⠀⠀♡ .. 𝟕𝟕𝟕 romantic by heart !

⠀ ⠀⠀ ꒰ ˆ◞⸝⸝◟ˆ ꒱ : 𝗆𝖺𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗅𝗂𝗌𝗍⠀ ﹠﹠ ⠀taglist⠀ ⠀ .. ⠀ recent⠀⠀⠀♥︎inbox⠀( open ) ⠀ ⠀</3. ily!

𝜗℘ RUBYCHRISS ㆍ 2025 do not copy or re-post my work on other platforms.

[rubyychriss]

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ୨୧ ⠀ welcome⠀ ⠀ׅ⠀⠀ to my⠀masterlist⠀⠀♥︎🗒️ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ׅ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀͜⠀͜⠀ ⠀͜⠀͜⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ׅ

ִ ﾞ ★ MATT STURNIOLO

♡ ꒰ˆ◞⸝⸝◟ˆ ꒱੭ㅤ◞ ㅤ ⊹ㅤsub.ᐟmatt get edged until he cries by the soft dom!reader. ꒰ blurb ꒱

♡ ꒰ˆ◞⸝⸝◟ˆ ꒱੭ㅤ◞ ㅤ ⊹ㅤsub.ᐟmatt getting spanked by his girlfriend. ꒰ blurb ꒱

♡ ꒰ˆ◞⸝⸝◟ˆ ꒱੭ㅤ◞ ㅤ ⊹ㅤcowboy.ᐟmatt showing inexperienced!reader how to ride it real slow—just like he promised ꒰ oneshot ꒱

♡ ꒰ˆ◞⸝⸝◟ˆ ꒱੭ㅤ◞ ㅤ ⊹ㅤbratty!sub.ᐟmatt getting pegged for misbehaving ꒰ blurb ꒱

— more coming soon

ִ ﾞ ★ CHRIS STURNIOLO

♡ ꒰ˆ◞⸝⸝◟ˆ ꒱੭ㅤ◞ ㅤ ⊹ㅤsleepy.ᐟchris riding him after he is back from surprise party tour. ꒰ one shot ꒱

♡ ꒰ˆ◞⸝⸝◟ˆ ꒱੭ㅤ◞ ㅤ ⊹ㅤsoftdom.ᐟchris dropping off a charger turns into something else. ꒰ one shot ꒱

♡ ꒰ˆ◞⸝⸝◟ˆ ꒱੭ㅤ◞ ㅤ ⊹ㅤsub.ᐟchris getting comforted by his girlfriend after coming too quickly. ꒰ blurb ꒱

— more coming soon

⠀ˑ   𓈒  little side note: Hii, I'm Ruby! my inbox is open so feel free to send requests and ideas, if you wanna be friends, msg <3

⠀ ⠀ ﹫ruby⠀ ⠀⍺𝖾𝘴𝗍𝗁.⠀ ⠀ & 𝖽𝗂vi𝖽𝖾r ♡