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sturnsdarling · 9 months ago

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“Take it”

You and Chris have had sex a thousand times, but this time, after a dirty comment you thought nothing of, Chris’ secret obsession comes to light

vibe check: pure smut, chris with a size kink, a tiny thing about it hurting in a good way, dirty talk, bigdick!chris, chris with a praise kink?, pet names, praise, creampie, reader cums from pen alone (the hayley's comet of sexual occurrences)

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A/N: I saw this and i knew what i had to do…BIG DICK CHRIS🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️

love and cigs, merc

You and Chris were lost in ecstasy, one leg draped over his shoulder as the other hung round his waist. His head was rested against your knee, his perfect teeth grazing the bone as he thrust in and out of your sopping pussy, your walls milking him with every movement.

Your moans filled the room as his tip poked at your g-spot, pressing that perfect button over and over again. He groaned at the sight of your fucked out face, your mouth hung open as guttural sounds left your lips, cries of Chris' name rolling off your tongue as he nipped at the skin of your knee, lost in the feeling of your tight pussy around him.

"you feel so fucking good, baby" he groaned, his hand gripping at the flesh of your thigh as it rested on his hip.

You could only moan in response, reeling in the way his cock stretched out your walls, the sting being nothing compared to the bliss you felt as he relentlessly fucked you.

"so fucking pretty, taking me like this, so so pretty" Chris continued, rambling.

"mphm, Chris, you're so big" You moaned, thinking nothing of it as you spoke, his size being the only thing in your mind in that moment.

Chris' eyes snapped open, locking in on yours instantly as he continued to fuck you, something about your words making his brain tingle.

"whatcha say, ma?" he said, slightly breathless.

"you're so-" you cut yourself off with a moan, "y'so big, Chris"

Chris near enough growled, biting down on your knee before looking down to the bulge forming in your stomach as he pounded into you. He knew he was big, and he loved how well you always took him, but you'd never told him now big he was, and he never knew that was something he wanted to hear.

"say it again f'me" He slowed his pace, but increased his temperament, his hips slapping against yours with a sting as he thrust in and out of you, slow and hard.

You couldn't help but moan at the change in tempo, head craning back into the pillow, your mouth slung wide open.

Chris hand came to your jaw, pulling your head back to look at him with your cheeks gently squished between his fingers.

"tell me again, baby" He cooed, his tone stern but words soft.

"you-" you stuttered, "you're so big, Chris, stretching me out so fucking good" your brows were knit together, trying to get out every word coherently.

Chris groaned, fucking into your tight pussy impossibly hard, watching your begging eyes as he did. your words had set something off in him, and he was past the point of no return.

"you like it when I stretch you out like this? huh, princess? you love taking my big cock?" Chris questioned, eyes trained on yours.

"mhm" you moaned, biting down on your lip, "I love it, Chris"

Chris lowered his gaze to the bulge in your stomach once more, watching as his tip took fleshy shape in your skin. He couldn't help but moan, obsessed with how well you took him.

"y'take it so well, ma, y'take my cock like a lil champion, huh?" He muttered, looking back to you and brushing his thumb over your wet, plump lips.

You parted your lips, letting him slip his thumb into your mouth as he pressed it against your warm tongue. You wrapped your lips around his digit, sucking it with a moan as he pulled out of you almost completely, only to thrust back in with a brutal slap of his skin against yours.

He tugged at the flesh of your thigh, pulling your other leg over his shoulder and pressing your knees to your chest, his thumb leaving your mouth with a pop.

The new position gave him the perfect opportunity to hit you even deeper than before, his dick pressing into your cervix with a blissful ache.

"fuck, Chris, it hurts so good" you mumbled, tears pricking at your eyes at the ache of your contorted body, and Chris' weight pressed against you almost completely.

"be a good girl, and take it" Chris spat, setting a rapid pace into your perfect pussy.

He was relentless, pressing your legs tight against your chest as he laid almost all his weight down on top of you. His length thrust in and out of you, the sound of your juices mixed with the slap of his skin against yours acting as a backing track to both of your moans.

"give it to me, give it to me, give it to me" you moaned over and over again, unable to form a thought other than that simple request. Something about the dirty talk, mixed with the feeling of Chris' weight on you and his big dick stretching you out made that familiar knot tighten in your stomach, your whole body tingling as every hair on your skin stood on edge.

Chris was a moaning, whimpering mess, the sound of your begging making him feel lightheaded as he pounded into you. Your slick walls were clenching around him like a vice, and he knew he was done for.

"cum with me, princess, cum all over my big cock like a good girl" Chris said though gritted teeth, his tone somehow still soft and caring despite his pace.

As if on command, his words sent you over the edge, and with a cry of his name, you released sticky juices all over his length, the squelching sound of him fucking you through your toe curling orgasm making him reel.

He was seconds behind, filling you up with his cum, fucking it into you as he stuttered above you, pressing his weight further down onto the backs of your legs as he gripped and tugged at any skin of yours he could reach.

Your breathless moans filled the room as he stilled inside you, letting his cum soak into your walls and his length, unable to bring himself to pull out. His hand came to your hair as he rested his head against your leg, trying to catch his breath with fluttery eyes. You leaned into his touch, humming at his soft caress.

"so" you said, giggling slightly, "you like it when I tell you how big you are, huh?" you cheesed as he opened his eyes.

Chris chuckled and shook his head, pushing strands of sweaty hair out your face, "don't start" he grinned.

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boyfriendchrisenthusiast · 5 months ago

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

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mattsweethart · 2 months ago

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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 ♥️

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mattsmedusa · 3 months ago

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✎ 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐢𝐬𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐬! ✮ 𝐜.𝐬 『 +𝟏𝟖 』

ⓘ best friends? ᚐ sexual tension ᚐ p in v ᚐ creampie ᚐ (kinda?) praise kink ᚐ pet names ᚐ some bantering ᚐ etc. + intended lowercase. 𝐰𝐜. 𝟏.𝟏𝐤

"you sure you’re that quiet during sex?" chris teased when you told him that you had never actually moaned for real during sex. you weren’t sure how and where the topic popped up from, but it wasn’t such a surprise knowing you both loved to switch topics every few seconds.

"well, i didn’t just lay there silently, i did moan, but it was always like pretend-" you paused, suddenly feeling embarrassed that you were talking about something so intimate, but you continued anyway, seeing no point in backpedaling now. "like i dunno if the guys i’ve slept with just weren’t good at it or if it’s just a me problem—probably a me problem honestly."

"wanna bet then?" chris suddenly asked, a slow grin plastering on his lips. he was, no doubt, plotting something that was sure to keep him entertained for days.

"bet? on what?" your brows knitted slightly in confusion as you looked at his increasingly mischievous grin. "chris what do you mean?" you pressed on, cocking an eyebrow when he giggled.

"let’s have sex." he finally said, his lips pressing into a toothless grin when he saw your wide-eyed expression, and his eyes crinkled at the corners in amusement. "i mean it, let’s have sex and the first one to make noise loses!" he exclaimed in between small giggles, obviously having fun seeing you look at him like he had grown a second head.

"what?" you blinked at him, not sure if you were misinterpreting his words or if he actually asked you—his best friend of how many years again? too many to count—to have sex with him and see who makes a sound first. "you’re not for real..." you trailed off when you realised that he wasn’t backpedalling or saying that he is just fucking with you. oh? so he is being dead serious, isn’t he?

despite your shock and surprise, you somehow agreed to the bet. your curiosity, and desire, was far too great for you to resist it.

after the stupid bet was made, you found yourself laying on his bed stark naked with his hefty length shoved deep inside your eager cunt. his hands gripped the underside of your thighs as he kept you, almost, folded in half—your knees on either side of your bouncing tits.

chris barely held back a moan at the way your gummy walls squeezed his length so deliciously. your walls sucked him in greedily whenever he pulled back and your eyes practically rolled back into your skull whenever he thrust deep, and hard, enough to bruise your cervix.

he was biting his lips to suppress the sounds building in his throat as the pleasure consumed his senses, and you were no different despite your initial doubt that he could make you feel good when no one before him had succeeded.

your brows were knitted together and lips slightly parted as you tried your best not to let out the sounds that were bubbling in your throat. your face flushed further when you heard the sound of skin slapping against skin along with the watery squelches of his cock ramming in and out of your absolutely dripping wet sex.

"chris- oh, ffuuuck!" you couldn’t take it anymore and moaned out his name. the moan you let out was such a foreign sound to you that, for a split second, you didn’t believe it came out of you, but the disbelief was quickly diminished as more of those desperate mewls exited your lips as if the first one had broken a dam.

chris halted mid-thrust, a raspy chuckle escaping him when he realized you had caved in and lost the bet. his lips curled into a triumphant smirk as he increased his pace, one of his hands coming down to draw quick circles on your clit in time with his pounding.

"thaat’s it, such a good girl." chris drawled, grunting with each slam. "moan for me baby, louder." he groaned, finally letting out his own sounds of pleasure, and just listening to him were enough to drive you crazy.

your moans grew louder and more desperate as you got closer and closer to your orgasm. your lower abdomen felt taut, a knot forming and twisting more and more as he kept dicking you down so good that you swore you saw sparks whenever he hit your sweet spot.

"sh-shit--shit! i’m gonna cum- i’m gonna... oh fuck!" you cried out when you felt your orgasm hit you in strong waves, making your whole body shudder and shake.

chris’s breath hitched audibly when he felt your inner muscles milk his cock in quick, rhythmic pulses. "fuuck, i’m s’close- just a little more ma... just a little more.” he almost whined as he fucked you into the mattress, his head ducking down to bury itself in your neck as he let out grunts and groans.

he lost his rhythm when he felt the band in his stomach grow unbearably taut before slowly unraveling into waves of pleasure that ran through his whole body. he slammed into you one last time before starting to thrust shallowly, his hips jerking erratically as he pumped his warm cum deep into your greedy cunt.

after a few seconds, chris finally slumped on top of you, breathing deeply to slow down his heartbeat while also trying not to crush you under his weight, but you found the slight heaviness welcome—almost comforting as you caught your own breath.

"well, well, well, guess who just lost a bet." chris teased after a while, propping himself on his elbows and looking down at you with a smirk. "guess you weren’t so quiet during sex, i mean those were some impressive moans." he mimicked your moan, earning himself a slap on his arm that turned him into a giggling mess.

you rolled your eyes at his laughter, even as a smile tugged at your lips, finding his giggles awfully adorable. "what will the loser do then? clean your room? do your laundry?" you scoffed despite your obvious amusement at his smug face.

"nope, the loser is gonna have to let me dick her down again ’cause that was the best sex i’ve ever had and i don’t think being best friends will hold me back from having this sweet pussy again." chris grinned unapologetically, earning a hearty laugh from you.

"you’re crazy, but fine, a bet is a bet, plus i can’t deny how good that was." your words made him grin widely, his eyes crinkling at the corners.

both of you hissed softly when he pulled out, still sensitive from your orgasms. he rolled onto his back and pulled you with him, tucking you into his side as his chin rested on the top of your head, his arm wrapped around your waist.

you and chris talked about random things before drifting off to sleep mid-conversation, cuddling close to each other.

what a cute pair of best friends.

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✩ ˙˖˚᮫ ⁱˢᵃ ᮭ ᮭ.ᐟ if you’ve read this fic before: i’m not stealing anyone’s work! this is a re-upload. etherealsturn was me lol

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chrisshands · 7 months ago

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THEY ARE LITERALLY BOTH THE PERFECT HEIGHT FOR A COUNTER SEX

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strnilolover · 1 month ago

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⌗ . . . STEPBROTHER!CHRIS CATCHES YOU AND STEPBROTHER!MATT FUCKING IN THE LIVING ROOM

WARNINGS : SMUT. PNV. VOYEURISM. EXHIBITIONISM. DIRTY TALK. HAIR PULLING. ASS SMACKING. (let me know if i forgot anything).

you always disliked when your mom threw little get togethers with her friends and co-workers. your house always being packed inside the house and then the backyard—so you always stayed far away from it. not because you didn’t like them, you just hated the crowds.

and today was one of those days. everyone in the backyard on a hot summer day—the sounds of voices buzzing through the air. you were hot and angry, the sun making you feel like you wanted to peel your skin off, but you couldn’t leave—not while your mom kept her eye on you.

she forced you to stay outside and socialize with people—people who probably wouldn’t understand anything you try to talk about.

you huffed, crossing your arms and trying to sit as much in the shade as you could without bumping into other people. but it was no use. you groaned and turned in the direction your mom was in—seeing her back turned to you with people surrounding her.

when you saw that, you took your chance, slipping in through the back door and trying to walk quickly from the living room—out of her sight. the AC was cold on your skin, your heartbeat finally starting to slow once you made it far enough inside.

“two hours? really? you couldn’t last any longer out there?” a voice said from over by the couch. your feet stopped, whipping your head into the direction it was coming from. matt was standing near the couch, a cold drink in one hand.

you rolled your eyes, letting out a breath as you wandered over to him. “you try lasting out there in ninety-five degree weather for two hours. i promise it isn’t fun.” you snapped back, reaching your hand out as you stood in front of him, snagging his water. matt just watched you, eyebrow raised and a small smirk tugging at his lip.

“why the attitude hm baby?” he asked, watching the way you lifted the cup to your lips, taking a sip from the ice cold water. you glared at him, finishing your sip before holding the glass out to him. “i don’t have a fucking attitude.” that was a lie—you definitely did.

you watched as matt hummed, taking a sip of water for himself before setting his cup down on the table. “no?” he questioned, slowly walking around your body until he got behind you. you could feel the heat from his body as he pressed closer—it wasn’t helping your irritation.

“matt fuck off.” you spat, going to take a step away from him. you didn’t get very far. matt’s arm reached out and wrapped around your waist, pulling your back flush to his chest.

“god, you’re such a brat.” he muttered into your ear, his hot breath trailing against your neck. you shivered, even though the air inside was cool. his hand was splayed flat on your lower stomach, keeping you tight to him. “matt. don’t.” you warned, voice wavering, despite yourself. you glanced over your shoulder, but no one was inside. still, the hum of voices and music from the backyard was way too close for comfort.

“don’t what? don’t do something about your attitude?” he gritted, his hand tightening on your flesh slightly. “you’re the one being a fuckin’ brat and talkin’ back.” you let out a breath you didn’t even know you were holding, feeling the way your body lit up from his words.

matt grinned, feeling the way your body reacted. “you know,” he whispered, starting to push your hips forward until your thighs hit the arm of the couch. your body bent forward, hands coming out under you to catch the fall. “i think that’s what you want isn’t it? acting up just so i’d do somethin’ about it.”

you shook your head. “no..” you mumbled, but the way your body was practically buzzing said a different story. he hummed, splaying a hand on your back and pushing you down farther, making your back arch—ass high up in the air. you gasped when you felt his fingers toy with the hem of your dress, slowly slipping his fingers underneath.

“matt!” you hissed. “they’re outside!—my mom’s—” your words were cut off when matt’s hand came down to strike against your ass, a moan slipping from your lips as the pain blossomed across your skin. “shh keep that pretty mouth shut baby, unless you want them to hear you.” and you couldn’t help the way your body tingled at the thought of someone hearing you—or catching you. you were so out in the open, one good look through the giant glass door and everyone would see what was going on.

you squirmed, your ass wiggling in front of matt—practically teasing him. he groaned, grabbing the fabric of your dress and pushing it past your ass to rest on your hips. his eyes glanced down, seeing the growing wet patch in the center of your panties.

“look at you.” he cooed, bringing his freehand down to ghost along your inner thighs, leaving light taps. “such a wet pussy for someone who said she wasn’t acting up just to be punished.” you could hear the mocking tone in his voice—feel the way his fingers would inch closer and closer to the edge of your panties before slipping away.

you whined, pushing your hips back as your mind began to turn to mush, forgetting about the party just outside those doors. “tsk tsk.” matt clicked his tongue, his hand coming back down again on your ass, your skin reddening. your body jolted at the contact, eyes rolling into the back of your head as you felt your slick flow out of you more.

“such a little whore.” he said, his hand hooking into your panties and dragging them slowly down your thighs, past your knees, until they rested around your ankles. “stay right there yeah? don’t. move.”

and then he spat on your folds—watching as it trailed down your slit. you whimpered, thighs twitching from the sensation alone. his fingers dragged through it, spreading it over your pussy, up and down, slow and messy. “fuck.” he hissed under his breath as he slid two fingers through your folds again, watching the way you clenched around nothing and whined, your back arching deeper.

“gonna fuck you right here baby. y’gonna let me?” he whispered, leaning down to talk against the shell of your ear—his chest flush against your back. “right where anyone could easily see?” you shook your head, but your moan betrayed you the second his fingers circled your entrance.

“mhm thought so.” he grinned, leaning back up and grabbing at your hips. his other hand reached down to tug his sweats down, freeing his cock. he gripped the base, leaning forward to spit, letting it trail down his dick before be gave himself a few pumps. your heart was pounding in your ears, it was so quiet in the house, except for the muffled music coming from outside. your head lifted slightly, looking in the direction of the back door—you could see so many people outside, but their attention wasn’t focused anywhere in the house.

your head turned, looking over your shoulder at matt. and fuck did he look good. with his hand wrapped around his leaking cock—the hem of his shirt pulled up and tuck between his teeth to keep it up. you shuddered, your hips moving back towards him. “matt, please.” you whined softly, the ache between your legs becoming too much now.

matt smirked, moving to line himself up, his other hand still gripping the flesh of your hip. “please what, hm? be a good girl and use your words or you ain’t getting what you want.” he said, pressing forward. you could feel the tip of his cock press inside you before he moved back. you whined again, pressing your face down into the cushion of the couch. “please—please..want you to fuck me.” you whispered, your face reddening in embarrassment.

“mm good girl. that wasn’t so hard was it?” he praised, his hips pushing forward again, dragging his cock along your folds before he pushed inside again—filling you inch by inch. you gasped as he stretched you open, your hands coming out to grab at the cushions below you. “o-oh fuck.” you moaned, your walls clenching down around him.

matt grunted, his head tipping back at the feeling of your cunt swallowing him whole, dragging a filthy curse from his lips as he bottomed out. his fingers dug deep into your hip, holding you in place as he started to move slowly. “so fuckin’ pretty.” he muttered—his head falling back down to look at you. his free hand coming up now to tangle into your hair, tipping your own head back.

his hips began to pick up the pace, the sound of skin slapping against skin echoing throughout the living room along with your moans and his groans. “god—you’d love it if someone walked in right now hm? watching the way your cunt greedily takes my cock.” matt grunted, feeling the way your walls clamped down around his cock. your mouth dropped open, a loud almost pornographic moan coming from your mouth. all you could do was grab at the couch, trying to ground yourself as his tip continued to kiss your g-spot over and over again.

but what either of you didn’t know—is there was someone watching as matt’s hips slammed into your own. watching how he fucked you dumb, loosing all coherent words.

his brother chris. your other stepbrother.

he was outside with everyone else who seemed to be too oblivious and caught up in what they were doing to notice you getting bent over the arm of the couch.

the second he’d come around the corner with a drink in hand and seen you bent over the couch, bare and taking matt deep—he stopped. he hasn’t meant to stop and watch—to get so wrapped up in watching the way you took every inch his brother gave you. the way your face contorted with pleasure every time matt’s cock kissed your cervix.

god he was entranced by how good you looked.

his body was still, heart thudding heavy in his chest as his eyes locked on the sight through the glass. he couldn’t hear you—but he didn’t need to, to know you sounded like a fucking angel.

his breath grew heavier the longer he watched, feeling the way his cock became painfully hard in his pants. he let out a shaky breath, pulling his gaze away from you to look around the yard—no one had noticed still. chris swallowed thickly, his free hand reaching down to adjust himself as his eyes landed back onto your figure.

he watched matt’s hand in your hair, pulling your head back just to make you arch more. your ass jiggling from the force of each thrust of matt’s cock. watched as matt leaned down and whispered something into your ear, making your eyes roll back as your own lips moved to reply. chris didn’t know what it was matt said—but what he did know, is it effected you.

your body began to shake—teeth digging into your bottom lip to stay quiet.

chris knew you were getting close, and god he wanted to stay to watch you cum—but he knew if he didn’t leave now, he’d cum in the next few second just from seeing you. so quickly and quietly—without dragging attention to himself—he slipped away. the image of you burned into his mind.

back inside—your brain was mush. you were chasing your pleasure. matt’s cock hot and thick as he dragged it along your walls. you could feel him pulsing—feel just how close he was to cumming just like you were.

“y’gonna cum baby?” he moaned, fucking his cock deeper into you. “gonna make a mess all over my fucking cock hm? such a messy fucking slut.” his hand in your hair pushed your head down into the cushions.

and that’s what pushes you over the edge.

“pleasepleaseplease—oh my fuck—“ you cried out, your mouth open and drooling against the cushion. you felt your whole body lock up and shake as you came. your walls fluttering around his cock—milking him for all he has. he groaned, his hips faltering for a second before he kept moving, fucking you through your orgasm.

you collapsed against the couch, the only thing holding you up now was matt’s own hands, his hips moving to chase his own high. “gonna fill this pretty pussy up—fuck.” you could tell he was so close, your hips shallowly moving and fucking yourself on his cock despite how tired you were now. “put your panties back on and send you out there with my cum dripping down your thighs.”

his thrusts were getting sloppy now, hips stuttering. you lifted your head and looked over your shoulder at him again, looking at his face. his brows knitted together and his teeth digging into his bottom lip. “c’mon matt—shit—want you to fill me up. please.”

that seemed to be his breaking point.

he groaned loudly, both hands grabbing at the flesh of your hips as he buried himself deep in your cunt—spilling inside you. you could feel each spurt painting your insides white—and how full you felt of him.

his hips moved a few more times before he finally pulled himself out slowly, watching as some of his cum began to leak out of you. he smirked down at you, seeing how you were already beginning to doze off. quickly he began to tuck himself back into his sweats before turning his attention to you.

he reached for your underwear that was around your ankles, slowly sliding them back up your legs and pulling them snugly over your hips to where they belonged. you whined at the feeling, your body shuddering. matt continued to fix your clothing before he reached down and gently pulled you up and into his arms.

he fixed your hair and dress, making sure you looked presentable before even thinking about sending you back out there. the last thing he did was trail his hand down and press his fingers against your now clothed and soaked pussy, making you gasp and grab at his shirt due to how sensitive you were.

“gonna keep my cum right in there yeah?” he whispered, beginning to circle his fingers. you nodded, legs shaking and threatening to give out from under you. he smiled, pulling his fingers away. “good.”

and just then you both heard the door open, your heads whipping in the direction as you both peeled yourselves away from one another, just as your mom stepped inside.

“there you are!” your mom said with a tone of relief like she was looking for you the whole time—she probably wasn’t. her eyes panned over to matt, giving him a small smile before turning her attention back to you. “i see you and matt are finally getting along, that’s good for you guys.”

you nodded, cheeks reddening as you looked at him from the corner of your eye. your mom smiled wide, already beginning to turn away from the both of you.

“come on you two, i need your help with handing out food.” she spoke as she already began to walk towards the kitchen. you and matt both looked at one another, a smirk tugging on his lips as you began to walk. his hand came out and landed a firm smack to your ass.

“get goin’ baby. don’t keep your mom waiting.”

a/n : guys…is this too freaky?

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passionfruitchris · 1 month ago

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𝐁𝐔𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑

𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇: you think chris’s too tired to touch you—until he catches you trying to do it yourself and shows you exactly why his fingers are better. | WC: 1.7K

The room was almost silent—only the low hum of the heater and the quiet breaths of the man sleeping beside you filled the space. Chris laid beside you on his back, one arm loosely draped over the blanket, lips parted just slightly, his lashes brushing the top of his cheeks. He looked serene like that, completely undone by exhaustion, the usual lines of tension in his brow softened to nothing. His hair was still damp from the shower he’d taken just before collapsing into bed, and the scent of his shampoo lingered faintly between the sheets.

You’d watched him fall asleep only moments after his head hit the pillow, his fingers twitching slightly before stilling. God, he was beautiful when he slept—too beautiful. And maybe it was that stillness, or the softness of his breath on your shoulder, or the warmth of his body beside yours, but your chest ached with quiet longing, a pulse of desire humming low in your stomach before you could stop it.

You hadn’t meant to let yourself get worked up tonight. Chris had been so tired — he’d spent the whole day helping Nick clean out the garage, carried boxes up and down the stairs for hours, and spent the evening helping Matt build new shelves for his room, all without complaint, despite how his shoulders ached and his eyelids drooped by dinner. You hadn’t even dared to initiate anything earlier; it would’ve felt selfish, you thought.

You’d kissed his temple, run your fingers through his hair, and told him how proud you were of him before he fell asleep in your shared bed. That should have been enough. And yet—now that you were lying next to him, wrapped in the heat of his presence, surrounded by the familiar weight of his scent and the shape of his body under the sheets—you couldn’t help the way your thighs pressed together, the way your skin burned with need. Watching him sleep only made it worse. The soft rise and fall of his chest, the slight part in his lips, the muscle twitch in his jaw—it all felt unfair, how easily he could turn you on without even trying.

You tried to ignore it, biting your lip and shifting onto your side to create a little space between your hips and his. But the ache only grew more pronounced. It felt like a kind of cruel irony—how badly you wanted him when he was clearly too tired to give. So, without fully thinking it through, you slid your hand beneath the covers and down between your legs, fingers hesitant at first, brushing over the waistband of your sleep shorts. You waited—listened to make sure his breathing stayed even—before slipping your hand inside. You gasped softly at how wet you already were, slick pooling between your thighs, your body too eager for your mind to keep up. Your fingertips found your clit and circled gently, trying to mimic the pace Chris usually used, trying to channel the memory of his longer fingers moving between your legs in those unhurried, devastating strokes. But it wasn’t the same.

Your hand felt too small, your reach too short. You arched your hips slightly for better access, biting your lip hard enough to leave an imprint, trying to keep quiet. But the pressure wasn’t deep enough, and you couldn’t quite get the right rhythm. You rubbed faster, trying to make up for it, and a small, helpless moan slipped from your mouth before you could stop it. You stilled instantly, heart thundering, listening. Chris hadn’t stirred. At least, not at first. Encouraged, you kept going—whimpering softly now, frustrated by how close you felt and how far away release remained. You slipped your fingers lower, trying to push inside, but again—your hand wasn’t enough. And then you felt it—the slow shift of movement beside you.

Chris stirred. His hand twitched against the mattress, and a second later, his head turned toward you. His voice, thick with sleep, murmured low and quiet: “...Baby?”

You froze like you’d been caught doing something shameful, eyes wide, cheeks burning. Your hand stayed buried between your legs, fingers still slick and needy, but you didn’t move. Slowly, he blinked open his eyes, pupils adjusting to the dark, gaze finding your flushed face and the way your hips were subtly tilted toward him beneath the sheets. His brow furrowed, just slightly, and then his hand reached toward you, searching, warm—and settled over your belly.

“Are you…?” he started, but the realization came fast. His fingers tightened slightly, and his voice shifted—deeper, more awake. “Were you touching yourself?”

You nodded, throat dry, suddenly embarrassed. “You were asleep,” you murmured. “I didn’t want to wake you. You’ve been so tired, and—” You hesitated, glancing down. “—mine aren’t as long. I couldn’t reach the way you do.”

Chris stared at you for a moment longer, his breath catching quietly in his throat. His expression softened into something unreadable—something between love and possession and stunned, tender awe. And then he was moving, slowly pushing himself up onto one elbow, the other hand sliding beneath the covers without hesitation. “Say that again,” he whispered, voice rough. His hand found yours between your legs and gently coaxed it away. “Tell me what you said.”

You swallowed, your voice barely audible now. “Yours are longer.”

A low, breathless sound left his throat—half groan, half chuckle—and then his fingers were pushing into the wet heat between your legs like they belonged there. “Damn right they are,” he murmured, his mouth brushing against your ear now, his hand moving slow against your clit. “You should’ve woken me, baby. You think I wouldn’t want to take care of you? Even in my sleep, I’d want to touch you.”

Your head tipped back against the pillow, legs parting further beneath the blankets. He curled his fingers inside you and dragged a moan straight from your chest, the sound muffled against his shoulder as he shifted closer. “You’re already soaked,” he breathed, almost in disbelief. “All for me, huh?” You nodded, barely coherent now as his fingers thrust deeper, working you open with that perfect pressure you’d tried and failed to replicate yourself. His lips brushed down your neck, open-mouthed kisses replacing apology. “Next time,” he whispered, “you wake me. No matter how tired I am. I’ll always want to touch you.”

Chris’s fingers moved with the kind of slow certainty that made your mind go soft and your body tighten with need. He knew you too well—knew exactly how to angle his hand, how to stroke your clit with the perfect rhythm while his other fingers curled inside you in slow, deliberate thrusts. He didn’t rush. Even now, with sleep still thick in his voice and his body heavy with fatigue, his entire focus was you—your breathy whimpers, the way your hips rolled helplessly into his hand, the way your thighs trembled under the duvet. He kissed your shoulder, soft and open-mouthed, while his wrist flexed between your legs, every stroke deeper than the last. “There,” he murmured, almost reverently, when he felt the way you clenched around him. “Right there, yeah? That’s your spot, isn’t it, sweetheart?”

You could barely answer. Your fingers scrabbled to hold onto something—anything—and landed on his wrist, the one wearing that familiar metal bracelet he never took off. The chain was cold, biting against your inner thigh, a delicious contrast to the heat pooling low in your belly. Your hand gripped him tightly, not to stop him—God, no—but to ground yourself as his fingers dragged across that devastating spot again and again. You moaned brokenly into his neck, thighs falling wider apart, completely unable to control the sounds spilling from your lips. His bracelet shifted slightly with each thrust, dragging a shiver across your skin, the metal brushing against your sensitive flesh like a brand. It was a reminder that it was him doing this—Christopher—the man who’d fallen asleep beside you and still woke up just to take care of your body like it was the only thing he lived for.

He didn’t stop. If anything, his pace got more focused—two fingers curling hard, perfectly inside you, pressing into that exact bundle of nerves that made your legs shake. “That’s it, baby,” he rasped, lips against your jaw now, voice gravel-edged from sleep and arousal. “You feel that? Right there. I want you to come for me—come on my fingers. Let me feel you.” The tone in his voice had shifted—still loving, still tender—but deeper now, laced with that possessive edge he only ever let show when he was making you fall apart. The pleasure crested fast and high, your back arching, thighs clenching around his hand as your orgasm crashed over you like a wave. You sobbed his name, your hand gripping his bracelet tighter as your walls pulsed around his fingers, helpless and wrung out, entirely lost in the moment.

Chris held you through it, slowing his hand but never pulling away, working you gently through the aftershocks until your hips stopped twitching and your breathing leveled into shaky exhales. He pressed kisses to your face, your temple, your cheek, your lips—soft murmurs falling between each one. “Good girl… so good for me… always so pretty when you come,” he whispered, the praise low and endless. His hand finally slid from between your legs, soaked and glistening, and he didn’t hesitate to lick his fingers clean, groaning softly at the taste of you before pulling you flush against his chest. The bracelet on his wrist clinked faintly against your thigh again as he wrapped his arm around you, the metal still cool, a silent echo of the pleasure it had accompanied.

You melted into him, face tucked into his neck, legs tangled with his under the sheets. Chris’s hand rubbed lazy, comforting circles on your back now, his other arm tight around your waist like he never wanted to let you go. He kissed your forehead, a deep, slow breath exhaling against your hair. “next time,” he murmured, voice sleepy again, “you wake me sooner. Deal?” And all you could do was nod into his skin, your heart still racing, your body still humming from the feeling of him inside you—even if it was just his fingers.

snoopy divider by: @bernardsbendystraws

a/n: this took forever to finish omg thank you so much for reading, it genuinely means the world. i seriously appreciate every interaction—likes, comments, reblogs, anything. i proofread this over and over (probably to an obsessive degree lol), so i really hope it comes across the way i imagined.

also! i ended up separating the paragraphs more and making them a bit longer in this one—if that made it harder to engage with, i’ll definitely keep that in mind and avoid doing it in the future. this is my first long-form fic on this account, so thank you again for being here <3

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"i wanna marry her"

-matt sturniolo

summery: matt gets his wisdom teeth removed. fluff

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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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