#chris nick

[oopsiedaisydeer]

for your pleasure

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chris sturniolo

you accidentally hear him jerking off (nsfw audio)

you love him but he has to wait before he cums (p!link)

comforting you by letting you grind on his thigh (p!link)

he finally gets to eat you out (p!link)

you love the feeling of his cock between your boobs (p!link)

you're his best friend, he wants to take things slow (p!link)

he loves kneading your ass (p!link)

getting rid of his boner before he goes out (nsfw audio)

holding you by the ankles (p!link)

he gets you and your underwear all sticky (p!link)

you can't even think when he's fucking you slow (p!link)

matt sturniolo

he can't focus on kissing you (p!link)

dry humping the mattress when you're away (nsfw audio)

you love when he takes his time (p!link)

he loves fucking your face from this angle (p!link)

matt tries his best to follow your instructions (p!link)

easy, boy (p!link)

soft, teasing make out with your boobs (p!link)

he loves putting in the work (p!link)

sharing a bed with your best friend (nsfw audio)

grinding against the bunny he got you (p!link)

pressing you into the mattress (p!link)

dividers by @bernardsbendystraws ꨄ

a/n: i don't usually watch this kinda stuff (i prefer reading) but ummm here u go?? im so nervous to post this😓

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[camzeecorner]

𝙼𝙰𝚃𝚃 𝚂��𝚄𝚁𝙽𝙸𝙾𝙻𝙾 ₊˚ෆ 𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖 𝐏!𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐒

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

giving nerd Matt his first orgasm

matt sends you a nut video with sound

tying nerd!matt up for fun <3

taking away Matt’s stress

Matt being a pathetic slut

letting Matt fuck you raw for the first time

when Matt is in control

seriously please bring back dry humping

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

riding Matt while his brothers are downstairs

giving Matt his first handjob

titty sucking

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

showing your boy how much you love him

Matt wants to play with you

humiliating Matt on camera

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

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

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

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

“You look so good in that suit baby.”

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[chrattvibe]

never do that shit again you sick fuck

[boyfriendchrisenthusiast]

his little "no no no" I'm gonna be sick this man cannot keep doing this to me 😣 MY BABYYYY

[evie-sturns]

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

the deep breaths omg

[y3sterdaysproblem]

𝙩𝙤𝙭𝙞𝙘!𝙛𝙬𝙗!𝙘𝙝𝙧𝙞𝙨 𝙥 𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙠𝙨

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chris loves eating you out and fingering you, taking his time and making you cum at least once before he fucks you

is constantly proving to you why you love any form of missionary with him

you and chris can never turn down a makeout session with him running his hands all over your body

how chris fucks you after you have yet another argument about his feelings, promising you he ‘just needs time to figure it out’

chris knows he’s going to end up doing all the work when you ask to be on top, but he lets you do it anyway

when movie night just ends up with you taking your time on his cock that you just can’t seem to get enough of

chris’s favorite way to relax and unwind after a long, tiring day

spending the night at his place always ends up like this in the morning

you guys always have to get your own hotel room when he takes you back home to boston so he can use you however he likes

chris makes you do all the work after you had an attitude with him all day “you can have it, but you gotta take it.”

you’re always more than willing to suck him off wherever he wants, even letting him finish all over your pretty tits if he’s nice enough

series masterlist

[mattsweethart]

𓈒 𓈒 𓈒 SEX TAPES

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

TAPE 1 . filming backshots

TAPE 2 . fucking your thighs

TAPE 3 . he’s absolutely feral for you

TAPE 4 . pounding you until you’re vibrating

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

TAPE 6 . tits or ass? well…

TAPE 7 . red lingerie is his favorite on you…

TAPE 8 . he loves your tiny little shorts

One sweetheart to another, Jess ♥️

[saintormentor]

p u s s y t r a i n i n g c . s

i n w h i c h . . . chris comes home frustrated, and the only thing on his mind is fucking the anger away.

w a r n i n g s . . . smut, p in v, fem receiving oral, male receiving oral, pressuring, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, gagging, crying, creampie, aftercare, pussy spanking, rough language and handling, derogatory language (slut, whore, etc.)

it was unusual for chris to be annoyed with you, let alone be annoyed by your sounds. it was long day. it was clear in the sharp set of his jaw, the stubble decorating his cheekbones, and mostly the way his fingers twitched. oh, not to mention he nearly slammed the apartment door off its hinges. he was itching to take his anger out on something, and you sitting there all pretty drew in his attention.

it made your stomach turn—not with fear, but with a kind of electricity. because even though chris was quiet when he was angry, there was a weight to it. a pressure. like the air shifted. like your body instinctively braced, not because you thought he’d hurt you, but because you knew exactly what he needed.

he didn’t say hi when he walked in. didn’t kiss you like he usually did. just kicked his shoes off with a grunt and tossed his keys onto the counter so hard they skidded. his chest was rising fast. he paced once, twice, before his eyes cut to you on the couch like you were the one thing in the room still breathing too calmly.

you blinked up at him, lips parted, legs tucked underneath you, the blanket slipping off your shoulder.

“gonna look at m’like that?” his voice was low. rough. dangerous in a way that made heat pool in your stomach.

you swallowed. “like what?”

his jaw ticked. “like you want me to fuck y’dumb.”

your breath caught.

then—like a switch—he was walking toward you, slow but certain. a shadow of something wild in his eyes.

you didn’t move. couldn’t. didn’t want to.

“long fuckin’ day,” he muttered, stopping just in front of you. his hand slid into your hair, gentle for half a second before gripping tighter. “and you’re sittin’ here making those little sounds like you don’t know what that does to me.”

your thighs clenched. “i didn’t mean—”

“yeah, you did,” he snapped. but not angry with you. angry at everything else. and needing you to fix it.

he pushed the blanket off you fully, let his eyes drag over your bare legs, the tank top you wore without a bra, the softness of your skin. he exhaled like it hurt to hold back.

“you just gonna sit there,” he whispered, “or you gonna help me feel better?”

you bit your lip, heart pounding. “what do you want me to do?”

his answer was immediate. raw.

“get on y’knees.”

and you did—slowly, letting him see the way you obeyed, the way you ached to be good for him. he watched you, his hands fisting at his sides, chest heaving. his hoodie fell to the floor. the zipper hit the tile. his belt followed.

he stepped closer. tilted your chin up with two fingers. “open your mouth,” he breathed.

he paused his movements, brushing his thumb against your lips, which instinctively wrapped around it. “fuck,” he muttered under his breath. “you don’t even know what you do to me.”

you stayed still, let him press his thumb deeper until it brushed the back of your throat, until tears pricked in your lashes and your thighs rubbed together because the helplessness—the need—was already simmering through you.

then, finally, he undid his jeans.

you heard the clink of the buckle, the sharp hiss of fabric dragged down fast. his cock was already hard, flushed at the tip, and when he wrapped one hand around the base and stroked, just once, you could see the tension ripple down his forearm like he was barely holding it together.

“gonna let me use your mouth, baby?” he rasped, voice darker now. “i don’t even wanna think about today.”

you nodded, breath shaky, lips parting again.

he didn’t ask again. didn’t hesitate.

the first thrust was shallow—just the head, just enough to feel your lips wrap tight around him, to hear the wet click of spit when he pulled back. but the second? deeper. his hand cradled the back of your head and he fed it to you inch by inch, slow and deliberate. punishing in its control.

“that’s it,” he grunted, watching your eyes. “take it. open up for me.”

you hollowed your cheeks, let him slide deeper, let your tongue flatten underneath. he groaned, low and guttural, head tipping back for a split second before he looked down again, eyes locked on yours.

your hands gripped his thighs for balance, fingers digging into the denim around his knees. spit was already beginning to drip down your chin, and he fucking loved it—his hips rolled forward, just once, deeper than before, until you gagged around him.

“fuck, baby—just like that. let me use you.”

he didn’t stop.

he fucked your mouth like he needed it. like it was therapy. rough, rhythmic thrusts that made your eyes tear up and your core ache with every single pass of his cock over your tongue. you could hear yourself—wet, obscene sounds filling the quiet apartment along with his ragged breath and the muttered curses he kept spitting through clenched teeth.

“such a pretty little mouth. made to suck cock, huh?” he groaned.

you whimpered around him—both from the intensity and the way your thighs were soaked now, squirming for relief. and he noticed.

he pulled back suddenly, letting his cock slide free with a thick, wet sound. a string of spit stayed connected between you, and he wiped it away with his thumb, smearing it across your bottom lip like it was something holy.

you were gasping, flushed, mouth swollen. and still so fucking needy.

“get on the couch,” he said. “spread your legs. i’m not done with you.”

you scrambled back onto the couch, heart racing, legs shaking a little as you reclined against the cushions. chris’s eyes never left you—dark and glassy, like he was barely hanging on.

you pulled your tank top off first. no bra. his gaze dragged over your chest, the way your nipples were already hard from how wrecked he’d gotten you with just his voice and the weight of him in your mouth. he looked possessed.

“shorts too,” he muttered. “now.”

you shimmied them down, no underwear beneath. he groaned when he saw the slick mess between your thighs—your folds glistening, the soft little quiver in your thighs as they spread wider, like your body was begging for him.

“jesus christ,” he whispered, dragging a hand down his face before climbing between your legs on the couch. “you dripping for me already, baby? all that from sucking my cock?”

you nodded, breathless. “please—chris, i need—”

but you didn’t get to finish. because his mouth was on you.

no teasing. no warning. he dove in like he was starved, tongue dragging a thick stripe up your slit before his lips closed around your clit and sucked hard enough to make your whole body jolt. your back arched off the couch, a desperate cry ripping from your throat as your fingers shot into his hair, holding on.

he groaned into you—deep and filthy—as he licked, sucked, devoured you like he was mad about it. like tasting you was the only thing anchoring him after a shit day. and when he slid two fingers inside you, curling them just right, your thighs snapped around his head like instinct.

“fuck—chris, please—”

“shut up.” he didn’t stop. didn’t even slow. his fingers fucked into you fast and deep while his tongue circled your clit in tight, hungry patterns. you could hear the slick sounds between your legs, feel the obscene heat building in your gut, your whole body trembling under the force of it.

you were gonna come. and he knew it.

he pulled back just enough to speak—his mouth shiny, chin wet, voice low and raw.

“you gonna come for me, baby? on my fuckin’ face?”

“yes,” you gasped. “yes, chris—please, i’m gonna—”

“then fuckin’ come.”

and you did. hard.

your legs locked around his head, your body convulsing with it, loud and desperate and messy as everything cracked open inside you. he didn’t stop until you were twitching, whimpering, pulling at his hair to make him stop because it was too much.

but even then—he didn’t give you a break.

he climbed up your body, still hard, still leaking. lined himself up and looked at you like he couldn’t hold back anymore.

“you want me to fuck you now?” he rasped.

you nodded, dazed, soaked, spent but aching for more. “please.”

and then he was inside you.

no condom. no pause. just a deep, brutal thrust that had your eyes rolling back as he buried himself to the hilt. you felt everything—the way he stretched you open, the way he filled you so completely you could hardly breathe.

he started to move—deep and punishing, slow at first just to watch the way your face crumpled, then faster, rougher, fucking you like he owned you.

“tight as ever,” he growled into your ear. “so fucking wet. you needed this, whore? needed me to fuck it outta you?”

“uh- uh huh.” you whimpered, a little too loud for comfort.

“too loud,” he cooed, voice laced with mock sympathy as his hips drove into you again, deeper this time. “be a little quieter.”

and sure, you tried.

and sure, you failed. miserably.

because how could you be quiet when he was fucking you like this? when your back was arched, legs hooked over his shoulders, his cock slamming into you so perfectly, so brutally, that your vision blurred? every stroke knocked another breath out of your lungs, dragged another sound from your throat—whimpers, gasps, cries that bordered on sobs.

“mm-mm,” he tutted, not slowing at all. his hand slid up your throat, not choking but holding, thumb pressing just beneath your jaw as your head lolled back. “you don’t listen. always so fuckin’ loud when i tell you to be good.”

your mouth hung open, but no words came—just a broken little moan as he shifted his angle and hit something dangerous inside you. your nails clawed at the cushions, your hips twitching against his grip.

“what’s that?” he whispered, leaning closer so his lips brushed your ear. “gonna come again?”

you nodded frantically, body trembling, throat too tight to speak.

“huh. ‘course you are.” he gave a sharp thrust that made you cry out again. “can’t even help yourself, can you? so fuckin’ needy. you like this? getting ruined on my cock while you make all those pretty little sounds?”

you sobbed out a yes, not even caring how pathetic you sounded. you were gone—fucked dumb, so deep in it your body barely felt like your own.

his grip tightened around your throat.

“come then,” he growled. “and keep your eyes on me while you do it.”

and somehow, somehow, you managed it—staring up at him with tears on your lashes and his name breaking on your lips as your whole body shattered beneath him. your muscles clamped around his cock, spasming hard, your moans spilling out no matter how hard you tried to bite them back.

and he loved it.

because a second later, he was losing it too—hips stuttering, a filthy groan dragged from his chest as he spilled into you, deep and hot, holding you open with both hands as he came with a force that left him trembling.

he stayed there for a moment, still inside you, breath hot against your cheek.

“you really don’t know how to shut up,” he murmured, smirking against your jaw. “guess i’ll just have to keep fuckin’ you ‘til you learn.”

you took in deep breaths, trying to blink the stars from your vision, your body still twitching from the aftershocks. every nerve felt like it was on fire. every breath tasted like chris.

but just when you thought you’d come down from your high—

smack.

a hard slap landed square against your already soaked, overstimulated pussy. the sound echoed off the walls, sharp and wet, and your whole body jolted with a strangled cry.

“fuck!—chris—” you gasped, hips twitching away instinctively, only for his arm to hook around your thigh and yank you right back where he wanted you.

“mm-mm, shhh,” he hummed, low and dangerous as he knelt between your legs, his voice thick with post-orgasm haze but laced with something hungrier now. “gotta train this pussy to be quiet.”

he ran two fingers through your folds—slow, almost gentle—and you whimpered at the contact. you were so sensitive you couldn’t think straight. he watched your hips jerk, your thighs tremble, and his grin deepened.

“look at this messy little cunt,” he muttered, dragging your arousal—his cum—down to your clit, circling it until your back arched off the couch again. “still so fuckin’ wet. still leaking for me.”

“chris—too much, i can’t—”

“you can,” he said calmly. “and you will.”

and then his mouth was back on you.

no mercy. no patience. just relentless, obscene suction on your clit while two fingers curled deep inside you again, stretching your swollen walls and dragging moans from your lips that you couldn’t even begin to hold back.

you thrashed, breath catching, tears slipping down your cheeks from how intense it was—your thighs trying to close, your hands scrambling for something to grip, something to ground you.

but he held you open. forced you to take it.

“you said you’d be good,” he growled against your skin. “so fucking be good.”

your body betrayed you. despite the overstimulation, despite the ache—your orgasm was already building again, terrifying in its speed, the pressure crushing.

“no—chris, i’m gonna—i can’t—please—”

“shut up. yes. yes you can,” he snapped, rubbing hard circles over your clit while his fingers fucked you fast and deep and relentlessly. “you’re gonna come for me again. right now.”

and you did.

you came harder than before—louder, wetter, your entire body locking up as a gush of release flooded his hand and the couch cushions below. you sobbed through it, shaking uncontrollably, legs twitching as he kept going just a second longer, milking it out of you, letting you writhe and cry and fall completely apart.

only then—only then—did he slow, pulling his fingers out, slick and glistening, before sucking them clean with a low, satisfied hum.

he leaned over you, gaze molten, his voice barely above a whisper.

“that,” he breathed, “was for making all those sounds.”

your whole body was trembling, soaked and flushed, your chest rising in frantic little pants as you tried to ground yourself—but chris wasn’t done.

not even close.

you barely had time to blink before he grabbed you by the hips and flipped you over—face pressed into the cushions, ass up, legs spread wide.

“look at this mess,” he muttered, dragging his fingers down your slick folds again, letting your wetness drip down your thighs. “you’re fucking dripping. ruined my couch already.”

you whined into the cushion, heat blooming in your cheeks at how wrecked you were, at the way your body was betraying you—still aching, still needy.

he gave your pussy another hard slap.

smack.

“quiet. stay just like that,” he growled. “don’t fuckin’ move.”

you nodded, barely managing a broken little yes before the blunt head of his cock was back at your entrance. he didn’t ease in this time—he slammed into you, hard and deep, making you cry out into the pillow, your body jolting forward from the sheer force of it.

“fuck, yes,” he groaned, gripping your hips so tight you knew there’d be bruises tomorrow. “this pussy’s never felt so good. all wet and twitchy for me. greedy fuckin’ thing.”

you couldn’t speak. you could only moan, every sharp thrust driving you higher again, overstimulation and desire colliding until you felt like you might explode.

he leaned forward, his chest pressing against your back, one hand coming up to fist in your hair and yank your head back, forcing you to arch.

“you like getting fucked like this?” he rasped against your ear. “like a little toy? used until you can’t think?”

you whimpered—yes, a thousand times yes—but all that came out was a gasping, wrecked little moan.

“that’s what i thought,” he muttered, pounding into you harder. faster. the couch creaked beneath you, the wet sounds between your bodies obscene. “you’re fucking perfect. made for this. made for me.”

he reached around, fingers finding your clit again, and you screamed—your whole body jerking, pleasure sparking up your spine like lightning.

“no, no—chris, i can’t—”

“shhh. it’s okay. you can,” he growled. “one more. give me one more.”

you were sobbing into the cushions, eyes rolling back as your body spiraled out of control. every nerve was on fire, every part of you begging for relief. he rubbed tight, relentless circles over your clit while his cock pistoned into you, deeper and harder and faster.

“come on, baby,” he grunted. “be a good fuckin’ girl. come for me.”

and you did.

your orgasm hit like a fucking bomb—your body clenching around him so hard he shouted, thick ropes of cum spilling into you as he fucked you through it, your legs trembling, your voice hoarse from screaming his name.

he collapsed over you, still buried deep, breath ragged against your neck.

your bodies were a mess of sweat, slick, and sex—his cum leaking down your thighs, your skin sticky with heat and every inch of you raw from how good it felt.

you stayed like that, both of you catching your breath.

for a moment, neither of you moved.

not because you didn’t want to—but because you couldn’t.

your body was limp, twitching with the last echoes of your orgasm, and chris’s weight on top of you was grounding in a way that made your heart ache. your breath came in short, shaky bursts, your cheek pressed into the cushion, legs splayed open, thighs sticky with slick and cum and sweat.

then, slowly, he softened inside you and let out a quiet, exhausted breath.

you felt him press a gentle kiss to your shoulder blade. another to your spine. then he whispered, “you okay?”

your throat was dry, but you nodded. “mmhmm.”

he was already moving—slipping out of you carefully, fingers brushing down your sides like he didn’t want to let go just yet. he helped you shift, cradling you gently into your back as your body trembled, and when he looked at you, the cocky edge was gone.

now, it was just him.

your chris.

the one who made sure you were breathing. who checked your pulse. who brushed the hair from your damp forehead with the back of his hand and kissed your temple like it was the only thing keeping him calm.

“too much?” he asked softly, voice thick with something real now—guilt, maybe. or just love.

you shook your head, curling into him.

he exhaled like he needed to hear that. then he stood, only for a second, disappearing into the bathroom. you heard the faucet run, the sound of a towel being soaked, rung out. he came back and knelt beside the couch, warm washcloth in hand.

“spread for me,” he said, but this time, there was no demand. no teasing.

you did, cheeks flushed, and he cleaned you gently—every swipe careful, reverent. he wiped away the mess between your thighs, his cum dripping down your skin, and kissed your knee once he was done.

“you’re so good,” he murmured. “such a sweet girl.”

you smiled, hazy and warm, and reached for him. he wrapped you up in his arms, pulling the blanket over both of you, burying his face in your neck like he wanted to disappear into your skin.

“sorry i came in all pissed n’ shit,” he said after a minute. “you didn’t deserve that.”

you carded your fingers through his messy hair. “you didn’t take it out on me. you let me take it from you.”

he pulled back just enough to look at you.

and then he kissed you—soft, slow, open-mouthed. nothing hungry now. just grateful.

“you always do,” he whispered.

“i always will,” you promised. he held you tighter.

he couldn’t even remember why he was mad earlier.

a / n . . . if this flops theres no point to live on

[getoutofthisplace]

Dear Gus & Magnus,

We had dinner with the Nicks at Nene's house tonight. You two enjoyed playing with the hose while Nene watered her plants. So much so that we had to take a bath and put on pajamas before we left.

This is the second afternoon in a row that Magnus refused to nap. Mom and I debated whether we should ditch naptime altogether. We had ditched it with Gus by March/April when he was Magnus's age. We decided to ride it out a little longer, but if he keeps fighting it, we've agreed we don't want it to cause us to lose our minds to try and get him to sleep.

Dad.

Beebe, Arkansas. 8.25.2024 - 7.33pm.

[chrisshands]

THEY ARE LITERALLY BOTH THE PERFECT HEIGHT FOR A COUNTER SEX

[hxoyl]

"so, i chose to stay silent"

The face i stay silent with :

[lovesodakid]

DONT PLAY W ME .

[y2kstarr]

Special Tattoo Surprise

˖ ִ⭑ ࣪ warnings : 18+, smut, blowjob + handjob

Messy kisses and stumbled steps brought you and Chris into his room, his hands closing the door behind you before he brought them up to cup your face, his chuckles mixing with your giggles as the two of you kiss.

Matt and Nick had left to go get dinner, giving the both of you a max time limit of 30 minutes alone, and with their tour coming up soon — if not literally next week — you two had been using up every possible second alone that you could.

The sound of his zipper being undone filled the room with your panting breaths before he tossed his jacket to the side, laughs leaving the two of you as Chris practically stumbled back onto the bed, his legs spread as he let you sit in between them.

He propped himself up against the pillows resting in front of his headboard, his hand sliding down to cup the back of your neck as the two of you passionately made out, messy and hot all at the same time, breaths shared and chests moving in sync.

He felt as your hands slid down his chest and stomach, reaching his pants as your fingers instantly got to work on his button and zipper, but suddenly, he remembered something important, a grunt leaving him before he spoke against your lips.

"Mm– wait, ma—" His hands stopped yours from further opening his pants, making your brows furrow before you pulled from the kiss, looking at him with confusion and curiosity as to why he needed you to pause, your hands leaving his in worry of moving too fast for him.

"I, uh– got a little surprise for you," He explained, a goofy grin on his lips as he looked at you, eyes nearly sparkling with excitement, as if he wished to just tell you right this second so he could see how shocked you'd be.

"You... you remember when I told you 'bout my tattoos for Matt 'n Nick?" He asked you, jogging your memory of when he shared the huge secret with you.

"Yeah?" You sat back on your heels in between his spread legs, hands now in your lap as you tilted your head in curiousness, a small smile forming on your lips. "What about 'em?"

"Well... there was one more I didn't really tell you about..." His hands slowly went to unbutton his jeans, building your anticipation before he tugged down the waistband of his boxers between his open zipper, revealing a sight that nearly had your breath taken away.

In smooth, loopy cursive — just like how Matt's and Nick's names were written on his ankles — was your name, inked beautifully into the skin of his abdomen, just barely being touched by the end of his happy trail.

"Holy shit, Chris.." You breathed out, almost in awe as your hand instinctively came up to touch it, nearly tracing each letter with the tip of you finger, feeling as his body twitched underneath your ghostly touch.

"Yeah? You like it..?" He asked, making you glance up to see his excited smile, his bottom lip between his teeth as his eyes sparkled with this sort of playfulness, like this sort of "kid in a candy shop" type look. Oh you definitely liked it.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗

It took you not even a second before his dick was in your mouth, lips wrapped around the base whilst you took him as deep as you could, pulling groans and whiny noises from his throat.

His fingers tangled into the strands of your hair, nails almost clawing against your scalp as he tugged every now and then, causing you to moan with him in your mouth, his hips then bucking up in a needy manner.

His beaming, excited eyes were now glossy with lust, his blue irises just as bright still as he looked down at you, a moan leaving his lips as you looked up at him, looking like a gorgeous scene straight from a class A porno.

"F–fucking hell— I should get your name on shit more often if this is how you're gonna react—" Chris chuckled breathlessly before the sound was cut off by a groan leaving his lips, his head rolling back against the pillow as you swallowed around the tip of his cock.

As you watched his adam's apple bob from a thick swallow, your eyes trailed back down to his tattoo. Just the mere thought of it on him made something shudder within you, this sense of ownership filling you. That was your name, on his body, right where only you were allowed to see it.

Fuck it was hot.

"Shh– Shit baby— Y' gonna make me cum—" Chris panted, his thighs starting to tremble as you pulled your mouth off of his cock with a wet pop, before your hand continued pace as best it could. His fingers released your hair, instead gripping onto the sheets beneath him as his chest rose and fell quickly, whines and moans leaving his lips in a beautiful symphony.

"cum– 'm cum— cumming—!" Chris gasped out before his eyes practically rolled to the back of his head, his hips bucking up into your fist as his orgasm washed over in him in tidal waves, knuckles turning white as they gripped the sheets his back arched off of.

Normally, your eyes would've been glued to his face, watching as he came apart right in front of you, face contorting with pleasure as his body trembled and twitched, shaking adorably from being unable to handle the heavenly feeling.

But as you watched his cum spurt from his cock, pearly white ropes painting his abdomen, covering parts of your name on his skin, you just knew you'd be looking there instead, watching the beauty of the moment, for many weeks to come.

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a / n : Had this thought come to me during class and i just HAD to do it omg- 😋 i'm such a slut for abdomen and lower back tattoos, i want both so BADD

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HELLOO

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favorite part of the day

[matts-hersheys-kisses]

"i wanna marry her"

-matt sturniolo

summery: matt gets his wisdom teeth removed. fluff

requested by: @ikyoudreamofme 💋

Matt had never been great with hospitals or anything remotely medical. So when he stumbled out of the surgeon’s office—cheeks puffy, eyes glazed, and drooling just a little—it wasn’t surprising that he was more than a little out of it.

You barely had time to thank the nurse before he spotted you in the waiting area and stopped dead in his tracks, swaying like a newborn deer.

“…Whoa.”

You blinked. “Matt?”

He just stared.

Then, like he’d never seen you before, he whispered, awestruck, “You’re so pretty.”

Your mouth twitched. “Babe. It’s me.”

He frowned, dazed. “Wait. Are you my nurse?”

“No, I’m your girlfriend,” you said gently, stepping forward to steady him as he teetered.

His jaw dropped—as much as it could, considering the gauze in his mouth. “I have a girlfriend?!” he exclaimed, like this was both the best and most shocking news of his life. “No way. No freaking way.”

“Yes way,” you laughed, helping him into the passenger seat of your car.

He stared at you the whole time you buckled him in, like you’d hung the stars in the sky. Then, very seriously: “Do you think she’s nice?”

You raised a brow. “Your girlfriend?”

He nodded, cheeks stuffed like a chipmunk.

“Very nice,” you said.

“And pretty?” he mumbled through gauze.

“I guess so.”

He melted into the seat, utterly content. “I wanna marry her.”

You smiled, heart soft. “I’ll let her know.”

He blinked slowly, like the meds were winning. “Wait… what’s her name?”

You paused. “It’s me, baby.”

Matt blinked again. “No way.” Then he gasped. “Oh my god, I have a girlfriend and it’s you?!”

You laughed harder than you probably should have.

But it was the look on his face—pure wonder, pure joy—that made you pause.

Even when he forgot, he still chose you.

“Yeah,” you said, brushing his hair back from his forehead. “It’s me.”

He beamed. “I think I love you.”

You leaned down, kissed his forehead. “I know you do.”

He fell asleep five minutes later with your hand in his and a chocolate milkshake in his lap, whispering something about marrying the girl in the passenger seat.

this is very short and not very good but the idea was really cute 😭

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