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cvm4jas · 9 months ago

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this is so fucking good. genuinely need to be treated like this

Better Than Cake

Matt Sturniolo x reader

“Hmmm….fuckin’ delicious. Who, who needs birthday cake?”

Warnings: MATT THE MUNCH!!!! MDNI

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A/N: happy birthday to the people I love so much!!! Thank you to @streamermattsgf for helping me with tags again!! This is also NOT proofread in the slightest!!

With love and big tits, Rose

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“Please,”

Matt was desperate as he begged you with puppy eyes. It was his birthday. You wanted to please him, but he wanted nothing more than to eat up and have his own birthday treat.

“Baby, it’s your birthday—“

“Exactly! Please. I want this, this is all I want, sweetheart,”

You couldn’t refuse as you saw him frustratedly grasping at your hips. With nod, you hesitantly tangle your fingers in his hair as his lips litter small kisses up and down your inner thigh.

“—make sure,” he sucks a hungry mark, letting his teeth dig in your inner thigh. “—pull my hair. Hard, baby. I love when you do that shit. So much,” he pleas.

His tongue slowly traces further between your legs until he comes face to face with your core. Slowly reaching out a finger, he stares with his eyes at the rush of glistening wetness coating his pointer finger. Hungrily, his mouth seals around the digit. He lets out a soft groan, his eyes closing in bliss from the pure content he gets front the familiar taste.

“Keep these righttttt,” Matt shifts your legs wider on the bed, “—here. Yeah,” his eyes swiftly meet yours as he brings his mouth down. He kissed down to your slit, maintaining his lingering gaze on your face.

Your mouth goes ajar as he starts to get lost with his explorations. Fingers grip in his hair tight, eliciting a sharp moan from his end that leaves your spread legs wanting to snap shut. His palms hold them, massaging into the skin as he tongue fucks into you.

“Keep ‘em nice and open for me, it’s my birthday and I get what I want, hm?” He gives kitten licks to your pussy in between words, his half hooded eyes dropping to close as he completely reattaches his mouth. “—‘s all I want hmmm,” he sighs contently, grinning against you as your voice shrieks from the vibrations of his mouth.

It all feels so good—too good. Sloppy, romantic sensations leave your back arching off the bed and legs maneuvering to close together. Matt’s prying your legs open, his mouth getting hungrier as he feels you clench around his tongue and gush out more familiar flavored slick.

“Matt—“

He moans against you. His nose bumping at your clit and tongue massage along your convulsing walls lead you closer to the edge as your legs flex off the bed.

“Give it to me, c’mon,” he encourages. The words and hungrier movements of his mouth devouring you leave you screaming with sealed lips. He lets out a deep noise of pure ecstasy as you attempt to yank his head back from the overwhelming stimulation.

“—‘s too much, baby. I…”

But Matt is lost with his pleasure, completely drunk of you as he continues the same, sloppy antics. Each time you try to pull him away by yanking his hair, you see his closed eyes peep open as his pupils roll back. Sure, you’re wet, but the precum leaking from his dick is starting to not just be precum.

“That’s it, fuck—“ he hisses. You see his hips rut into the mattress as he slurps up more juices from your leaking pussy. “Pull my hair, baby…just like that, oh god,”

As the movements still, he feels himself start to form a small puddle of cum on the bed. But his actions still don’t stop. They’ve gotten messier and that drives you insane. You can feel his intense hands spreading you open, salvia and slick trickling down your inner thighs as he shakes his face to stimulate you roughly.

“Matt! I—mmmm,” you helplessly writhe as his grip stays firm.

“My birthday, right? Just sit here and lemme eat this pussy—my pussy. My perfect fuckin girl,” he whispers open mouthed, trying to keep himself attached to your heat through his slurred words.

Your boyfriend isn’t focused on your pleasure, he’s focused on his. His hungry tongue, his starved mouth, all chasing after you. You try to take calm shaky breaths. It’s gonna be awhile like this. After all, it is his birthday.

“Hmmm….fuckin’ delicious. Who, who needs birthday cake?”

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cvm4jas · 9 months ago

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actually creaming in my pants

HELLOOOO thats him giving meback shots guys

i wanna fucking fuck the shit out of him rn.

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cvm4jas · 9 months ago

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☆Casual ☆

Matt Sturniolo x Reader

This is gonna be a series with a few more parts to this, so be ready for those!😝

Warnings: smut, public humiliation, anger, friends with benefits, casual sex

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“you’re such a loser, Y/n. He doesn’t want you. He’s clearly using you” My best friend Emily says to me over the phone. “Have you heard how he talks about you? You’re just a girl he bangs on his couch according to him and all of his friends. You deserve better.”

I go quiet, not knowing what to say back to her. “I-… you’re right. You’re right”

“I know I am, Y/n. Listen to me. You deserve better. You’re being dumb, and i’m not gonna sugar coat it anymore. Stop being stupid over some guy who clearly doesn’t give a fuck about you. Move on, and go get someone better.”

Before I say anything back to her, I get a text from Matt. “come over?” I stare at the message for a second before I say something.

“You’re right, Emma. you’re always right. I’ve got to go, but i’ll call you tonight, okay?”

She looks at me curiously but shrugs it off. “okay. don’t forget to call me”

“i won’t. i love you” i say before i hang up the phone. i put on my shoes before texting Matt back. “pick me up.”

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His car pulls into my driveway, parking before he sent me a text. “come outside”

I get up and go outside, getting in the passenger seat before i look over at him with a smile. “Hey”

He starts to back up out of the driveway, putting his hand on the back of my seat. I felt a heat rush between my legs from the sight of him focusing. “hey” He said back before biting his lip while focusing on the road.

“so where are we going?” I ask him, trying my best to not give in to the thought of him touching me.

“parking lot” He responded with a flat tone, not even looking at me.

“a parking lot? why?” I ask him curiously, my eyebrows furrowing.

He looks over at me with a confused look on his face. “What do you mean? Why wouldn’t we be going to a parking lot?”

I don’t say anything, staying quiet for just a moment. I look out the window, suddenly feeling angry. Emily was right. Before I could say anything to him, he spoke up.

“We aren’t together, Y/n. This is no attachment. I thought we were both aware of that.” He says in a condescending tone. His words angered me so much, but it was true. We both agreed to no attachments. We’re not together.

“Yeah, I know Matt” I say back to him, not even looking at him. I feel his hand gently grip my thigh, rubbing his thumb over it gently.

“Then don’t be so angry, baby. Just enjoy it”

I feel a wetness start to pool in my panties despite my feelings. His hand on my thigh started traveling up slowly before he made it to my aching core. His finger gently starts to rub my clit through my panties, teasing me with the gentle touch that was barely there. “I’m not angry” I say stubbornly.

“I can tell. No one so fucking wet can be angry” His voice drops down an octave as he looks over at me with those sultry eyes that scan over my body. He pulls into an empty parking lot, parking the car while rubbing my clit. I squirm in my seat, trying to push my hips against his hand to get more. He pulls his hand away before turning to me.

“Don’t be so needy. You’re being a needy slut” He whispers to me in his deep voice, his lips close to my ear. He unbuckles his seat belt before undoing mine right after.

“I’m not being needy” I say back to him breathily, my core aching for his touch again.

“Yes you are. You’re being a needy slut and you know it” He whispers back to me before he grabs my chin and pulls me into a rough kiss. I kiss him back passionately, an obvious need for his touch laced on my lips. In the back of my mind, I couldn’t help but feel angry. I wanted to pull away and make him drive me home, but I didn’t. I couldn’t. I needed this. I need him.

He starts to crawl over into the passenger seat, pushing my seat back swiftly while never breaking the kiss. His lips trail down my neck roughly, leaving dark hickies as I moan out gently. He kisses down to my collar bones before swiftly taking my shirt off. He pulls his lips off of my body for just a second to observe my bare chest.

“You fucking slut. Not wearing a bra? I knew you fucking wanted it” He says in a rough whisper before taking one of my nipples in his mouth, twisting the other one gently between his fingers. I moan out softly at the feeling, gently gripping onto his arm. He takes his lips off of my nipple before doing the same to the other one.

His lips trail down my stomach until he gets to the waist of my skirt. He looks up at me with his half-closed eyes, silently asking me to take it off. I nod my head as I let out a shaky breath. He pulls my skirt up, spreading my legs open before gently kissing the insides of my thighs. He kisses up each thigh before meets my aching core. He kisses my clit through my red lacy panties before pulling them off of me and putting them in his back pocket.

“W-what are you doing?” I ask as he puts my panties in his pocket.

“Taking my reward” He say in his deep, already fucked-out voice. I hated how his words made my pussy get more wet than it already was. He looked down before gently rubbing his fingers through my folds, collecting my juices onto his fingers. “You’re already so wet. Do you like that? Do you like being a fucking slut?” He asks me while looking in my eyes.

A shiver runs down my spine at his words. I nod my head, watching his finger run through my pussy lips.

“Use your fucking words. Do you like that?”

“Yes” I breathe out in a whimper. “I-I like that”

He doesn’t say anything else before diving into my pussy, licking my clit teasingly before taking it into his mouth. He swirls his tongue around it while sucking on it gently, causing a soft moan to slip from my mouth as I reach down and tug his hair gently. He looks up at me the whole time he sucks on my clit, gently flicking his tongue against it to pull louder moans out of me.

I feel his tongue slide into me gently before he starts to tongue fuck me roughly, bringing his hand up to my clit and rubbing it roughly. Loud moans erupt from me as I pull his hair gently, pushing his head farther between my legs. “P-please! please i-i need it. please” I moan out as I feel my orgasm get closer.

Before I could cum on his face, he pulled his hand and face away. He looked up at me with a smirk on his face. “You need it? Too fucking bad”

He sticks a finger into my aching pussy, curling it up before roughly fucking it into me. I moan loudly as he fucks his fingers into me, looking up at me innocently as if he wasn’t doing this. “P-please! please!” I managed to get out through my moans.

“I love when you beg. Hearing those pretty little moans, you begging me to let you cum. Such a good girl.” He says as he keeps going, never breaking eye contact. “You want to cum? is that what you want?”

“Yes! Yes!” I whimper as I feel myself getting closer. He immediately dives back into my pussy, sucking my clit as he keeps fucking his fingers into me. I moan out as I feel his lips back on my clit, bringing me straight to the edge.

“Be a good girl and cum for me, baby” He says before attaching his lips back onto my clit. I immediately release onto his face, my legs shaking as I cum.

“Oh God! O-oh fuck!” I moan out as I tug his hair gently.

“Good girl. Such a fucking good girl” His deep voice rumbles out as he pulls his lips away and slows his fingers down until they stop fully. He pulls them out, his fingers glistening in my cum. He shoves them into his mouth, licking up my juices while keeping eye contact. “Taste so good”

I whimper quietly at his words, my legs weak from how much they were shaking. He licks one last stripe on my aching core before pulling away entirely. He grabs his phone and checks the time before putting it back down. He hands me my shirt to put on before he gets back in the drivers seat. I give him a confused look before I put my shirt back on.

“I have places I need to be” He says as he starts the car. I give him a look, not knowing whether I should be grateful for the intense orgasm he just gave me, or angry for using me and then leaving.

“What?”

“You heard me. I have places to be.” He says before looking over at me and seeing the face I had made. “don’t be greedy, Y/n. No one likes a greedy whore” His harsh words cut deep into me.

“oh” I say quietly as he starts to drive me home. I look out the window, not saying anything as his music plays in the background. He pulls into my driveway, not saying anything to me as he unlocks the doors and looks at me expectantly.

I grab my bag, giving him a slight wave. I’m about to get out when he grabs my chin gently and pulls me into a kiss. I hesitantly kiss him back, not knowing whether I should or shouldn’t. He pulls away gently, moving his hand to stroke my cheek gently as he stares at my face. “i’m so glad we can stay casual” He says to me in a soft voice, making my stomach twist.

“Me too” My quiet voice echos back to him. He smiles gently at me before pulling his hand away from my face.

“I’ll text you later”

“Yeah. I’ll uh, text you then” I say before getting out of the car and going inside, a slight breeze on my pussy from no longer having my panties. I get inside of my house and shut the door behind me, pinning my back to it as I look up at the ceiling. What the fuck?

Thoughts echo through my head as I hear his car drive off. Anger ran through my body as I thought back to the night I just had. A thousand things ran through my mind at once, overwhelming me.

Casual??

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hello lovelies!! ik i’m posting this the same day as my first post, but i felt the need to go ahead and make a smut! this is gonna be a mini series, though i’m not sure how many parts i’m going to do. i really hope you all liked this one! many more to come! i wish you guys the best day ever🫶🫶 -Jas💗

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cvm4jas · 9 months ago

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THANK YOU SO MUCH🫶🫶 i was fr so scared to post this😭 you made my day!!

☆Girl Crush ☆

Chris Sturniolo x best friend reader

Warnings: mentions of smut, angst, crying. (this is not a happy ending. i’m sorry😭🫶)

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I wanted nothing more than to rip my hair out. She was so pretty, so skinny, so… perfect. Her hair was so long and healthy, and she smelled so nice like berries. And me? I was nothing compared to her.

Gracie smiled at Chris, gently placing her hand on his chest. Even her smile was beautiful , her perfect white teeth shining almost brighter than her eyes when she looked at him. Chris smiled back at her, his smile bigger than it ever had been before. She made him so happy… so much happier than I ever had.

She whispers something in his ear, making him laugh as his cheeks flush red. “Gracie, you can’t tease me like that,” I hear him whisper back to her. He pushes a strand of her long blonde hair out of her face, admiring her beauty.

I wanted to hate her. I wanted nothing more than to hate her with every fiber in my body, but I couldn’t. I can’t hate someone so amazing… so perfect. She was everything I wasn’t. I wished for nothing more than to be in her shoes, for him to love me the way he loved her.

He leans in and kisses her lips gently, smiling into the kiss, savoring it as if it was the last time his lips would ever touch hers. In that very moment, I knew I wanted nothing more than for my lips to touch hers the way his had. I want to taste her lips, just to see what his could possibly ever taste like.

I watch as she cuddles into him and pulls away from the kiss gently. She looks over and sees me looking, but I look away quickly. I see her smile at me gently out of the corner of my eye. It wasn’t an angry or petty smile. It was simply just a genuine smile. I wished nothing more than for her to be some evil, psycho bitch, but she wasn’t. She was kind, and funny, and amazing. She was perfect for him in every way. She was perfect. I could stare at her for days and wish that I was her every second.

“Y/n/n, do you wanna put on a movie? We can order some food too!” she said to me with a kind smile on her face. She was so kind, so sweet, so perfect.

“uhm, sure” I say back to her, trying my best to put on a smile. I watch Nick come downstairs with his computer in one arm and his phone in his other hand. He comes and sits on the couch next to me, leaning his back against the corner of it and propping his feet up in my lap. Nick had been one of my closest friends for the past 7 years now. Chris may have been my best friend, but Nick knew everything about me, even how I felt for Chris. “get your feet out of my lap, kid.” i chuckle softly and smile at him.

“cry about it” he flips me off but then smiles at me.

“we were gonna watch a movie. any suggestions?”

“we can watch Coraline if you want, Y/n/n. i know it’s your favorite. Gracie loves it too” Chris smiles down at Gracie as she lays her head on his chest, looking up at him with a smile. I look away from the scene, noticing Nick was already staring at me. He had this sorry look on his face, but I couldn’t seem to look him the eyes either.

“uh yeah, that’s fine.” I grab the remote and turn on the tv, searching for Coraline. I turn the movie on, sitting quietly through the whole thing. I could hear Chris and Gracie’s soft giggles throughout the whole movie, and I wanted nothing more than to be her. I could smell her beautiful berry sent, and I wanted to drown myself in her perfume.

Once the movie was over, I stayed on the couch a bit longer with Nick. Chris and Gracie went back to his room, practically pulling each other down the stairs. I could hear what was going on in his room from where I sat on the couch, and I couldn’t stop listening. She had everything I had ever wanted. I wanted nothing more than to be graced with her touch, just to understand what he feels when he’s with her.

I look over at Nick, not knowing what to do with myself anymore. I wanted to be her, just to see what it’s like to be loved by Chris. Nick looked back at me with a sorry face before closing his laptop and pushing it off of his lap.

“Let’s go to my room and watch RuPaul. That always makes me feel better.”

I chuckle softly at his words, knowing he was trying his best to cheer me up. He always knew how to make me laugh, even in the moments where i wanted nothing more than to be someone else.

I follow Nick up to his room, jumping on his bed and cuddling with Rich, his stuffed sloth. He jumped onto the bed beside me, turning on RuPaul and watching it with me. I could still hear Chris and Gracie having the time of their lives, but it was quieter now. after a few hours, Nick finally turned the tv off and went to bed.

I stayed up for a few hours after him, just holding onto Rich. The entire house had gone quiet, and I knew I was the only person awake. I quietly got up from the bed and went downstairs to the kitchen. I grab a Dr. Pepper from the fridge and sit down at their kitchen table. I sit in the dark, scrolling through my phone quietly.

I look up when I hear someone walk into the kitchen and turn the light on. Chris grabbed a drink from the fridge, not even acknowledging me at first.

“why are you up? it’s late”

“‘m just not tired” I shrug my shoulders gently as I take a sip of my drink.

He gave my a curious look, but brushed it off either way. “oh. well, get to bed soon. you’ll be cranky in the morning if you don’t”

I just nod my head at his words, not saying much. “yeah, I will”

I watch as he turns the light back off and walks downstairs to his bedroom. I don’t move from my spot at the table, sitting there quietly. Before I realize it, a few hours go by and i’m still at the table, just thinking about everything. The sky starts to brighten slightly, and my phone says it’s 5:45. I hear a door open before I see Matt walk out of his room to go to the bathroom. i don’t say anything, just sitting there quietly instead as i go on my phone. He comes out a few minutes later, sharing eye contact with me for a second.

“what are you doing up?”

I shrug slightly, dismissing his question. “just sitting”

He looks at me curiously before walking into the kitchen. He grabs a Root Beer from the fridge before sitting down in front of me. “just sitting?” He starts as he opens his drink and takes a sip. “are you sure?”

I’m quiet for a moment before i shrug my shoulders a bit. “yeah, just sitting”

“you wanna talk about it?”

I don’t respond back to him, sitting there quietly. “not really” I say quietly

Matt nods his head, not saying anything else. He just sits there quietly with me, embracing the silence. “then let’s ’just sit’ together”

We sit there quietly, watching the sun rise through the kitchen window. He doesn’t pressure me to speak, nor does he speak to me. Everything is just quiet.

I’m the midst of everything, I think about Gracie. I think about how I want her long blonde hair, her magic touch, her midnight laugh. I think about how maybe if I was more like her, Chris would want me more. Maybe, just maybe, if I was more like her, he’d see me. He’d acknowledge me. He’d love me. But he doesn’t. He loves her. He wants her, and I want nothing more than to be her. I wanted nothing more than to know how his lips tasted, what his touch felt like, what it felt like to be loved by him. I want to be her, more than anything.

I have a Girl Crush.

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a/n: hello! i’m so sorry if this is low key ass. this is my first ever fanfic that i’ve ever written, so i’m still learning! i really hope everyone liked it! i promise my next ones will be better than this one was. let me know if you guys want a part two to this story! for now, i hope everyone enjoyed and i hope everyone has a great day!! -Jas🫶🫶

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cvm4jas · 9 months ago

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☆Girl Crush ☆

Chris Sturniolo x best friend reader

Warnings: mentions of smut, angst, crying. (this is not a happy ending. i’m sorry😭🫶)

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“Y/n/n, do you wanna put on a movie? We can order some food too!” she said to me with a kind smile on her face. She was so kind, so sweet, so perfect.

“cry about it” he flips me off but then smiles at me.

“we were gonna watch a movie. any suggestions?”

“Let’s go to my room and watch RuPaul. That always makes me feel better.”

I chuckle softly at his words, knowing he was trying his best to cheer me up. He always knew how to make me laugh, even in the moments where i wanted nothing more than to be someone else.

I look up when I hear someone walk into the kitchen and turn the light on. Chris grabbed a drink from the fridge, not even acknowledging me at first.

“why are you up? it’s late”

“‘m just not tired” I shrug my shoulders gently as I take a sip of my drink.

He gave my a curious look, but brushed it off either way. “oh. well, get to bed soon. you’ll be cranky in the morning if you don’t”

I just nod my head at his words, not saying much. “yeah, I will”

“what are you doing up?”

I shrug slightly, dismissing his question. “just sitting”

I’m quiet for a moment before i shrug my shoulders a bit. “yeah, just sitting”

“you wanna talk about it?”

I don’t respond back to him, sitting there quietly. “not really” I say quietly

Matt nods his head, not saying anything else. He just sits there quietly with me, embracing the silence. “then let’s ’just sit’ together”

We sit there quietly, watching the sun rise through the kitchen window. He doesn’t pressure me to speak, nor does he speak to me. Everything is just quiet.

I have a Girl Crush.

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cvm4jas · 9 months ago

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Master List

smut-🌚

fluff-🌞

angst-🥀

other-🪐

Chris Sturniolo

🥀Girl Crush

Matt Sturniolo

🌚 Casual

Nick Sturniolo

coming soon

Nate Doe

coming soon

let me know who else you want me to write about lol. i’ll update this once i start writing about others🫶

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cvm4jas · 9 months ago

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My account🫶

hello! i’m jasmine! i’ve never really written fanfics before, so all of this is new to me. i love the Sturniolo’s, so i’ll mainly be posting stories for them, but i’m open to writing about anyone that is requested!

What i will write about:

i’ll write about pretty much anything as long as i’m educated well on the subject. i’m open to writing smut, fluff, angst, or whatever else is requested! i will write for anyone that is requested.

What i won’t write about:

i won’t be writing anything about piss or shit kinks. that’s not something i’m personally comfortable writing about. it’s just not something i’m open to writing about. i also won’t be writing about CNC kinks. again, i’m not comfortable writing about that. i’m not too sure about what else i wouldn’t be comfortable with writing about, so i’ll update if there is anything that pops up👍👍

sorry if this like first post is kinda ass😭 i have no fucking clue what to say so just bear with me😭💀 again, i’m new to all of this, so it’s a journey for me. i’m trying my best, y’all😭 anyways, much love and respect for all of you beautiful people🫶

#chris sturniolo #matt sturniolo #nick sturniolo #fanfic #smut #fluff #angst #sturniolo triplets #nate doe #chris sturiolo fanfic #matt stuniolo fanfic #nicolas sturniolo #nick sturniolo fanfic

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SHOW YOU HOW MUCH I CARE; C. STURNIOLO

CHRIS STURNIOLO X F!READER

warnings: SMUT, player!chris, dom!chris/sub!reader, alcohol consumption (reader & chris)

wc: 3,749

a/n: REQUESTED!

SYNOPSIS: Chris was always occupying your thoughts, no matter what you did. By the time you decided you didn’t care about him anymore, seeing him only made you realize that wasn’t true.. and, for once, it was time to put yourself first..

tags!: @chrissv4mp (i hope you like it 😽) @mattybsgroupie @dev-sturns @sturni0l0

Chris was some sort of drug to you.

It’s been almost a year since you’ve started fooling around with him and since, you haven’t been able to cut ties with him. He’s a player, you knew that. When your ‘relationship’ started, you had convinced yourself that it wouldn’t affect you - you’d have your fun with him and not care about the other random girls he’d seduce with his undeniable charm.

After so long, you finally decided you didn’t care.

Impulsively, scissors had made their way into your hands as you snipped off the ends of your hair. As each piece fell to the floor, old memories - most of Chris - drifted as they’re disregarded and chopped off. That night, you also made the decision to go out. You needed to find someone new, someone who actually cherished you… which is why you wonder how your self control isn’t killing you as you end up in bed with him… again.

Earlier that night, you had arrived at a party you had been invited to. Walking in with a little black dress on, your eyes scan the crowded house as your heels click against the floor. Despite the sound, it’s inaudible over the loud music blasting through the place.

How coincidental it had been when you had stepped foot into the kitchen, mindlessly reminiscing on the way Chris would mock the drunk people wandering the place when you both would go out together, that he had been there as well. Your eyes had immediately landed on him, his undistinguishable figure, his clothes and eyes - that laugh - was more than difficult to not recognize.. or miss.

You noticed the way his blue eyes had glanced over to you, widening slightly when he realized who you were. His irises didn’t resist gliding over your figure, basking in the sight of that black dress that you knew always riled him up. His jaw visibly clenched as he swallowed dryly, not even trying to look somewhat interested in what the group of people that was around him were talking about.

When a random girl had sidled up behind Chris, you licked over your teeth. You hid your smirk behind your red solo cup as Chris barely acknowledged her, giving her one worded answers as he barely even looked at her, keeping his gaze on you. In any other scenario, you would’ve felt bad - it was so obvious the way he wasn’t interested in her, it would’ve made your blood boil had that been you. But it wasn’t. Not anymore.

Turning, you start to make your way into the living room. Hot, sweaty bodies danced as loud chatter tried to be heard over the even louder music. It was comical the way the house basically vibrated, as if something out of a cartoon.

All of the people inside were putting their priorities over anyone else’s.. and you decided that you should start doing that, too.

Taking another sip of your drink, your eyes scan the crowd until they land on the man taking confident, quick strides over to you. You lick your lips as you try to conceal the smirk that so desperately wanted to take over your mouth; to show your satisfaction that he was the one crawling back.

“Hey, mama.” Chris hummed, his voice a breath of fresh - yet, intoxicating - air compared to the claustrophobic heat of other people’s bodies against each other.

“Chris.” You respond shortly, your voice low. You noticed, out of the corner of your eye, the girl that had been trying to gain his attention a few minutes ago, back when you were in the kitchen. You felt her eyes glaring into the side of your head, her fingernails digging into her plastic cup.. you knew exactly what that felt like, because he was the one that used to cause it.

“Thought ya’ didn’t like this kinda shit, ma.” Chris slurs, his Boston accent becoming apparent after a few drinks in. You lean back against the wall, running your finger over the rim of your cup.

Chris used to take you to parties all time - it always lead to him having his way with you in some strangers bed, manhandling you and punishing you for something his drunk mind had made up. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t miss the way he tossed you around.. no one else gave you that electrifying feeling Chris did.

“People change.” You reply vaguely, bringing the cup up to your lips and taking a sip, keeping eye contact with him. Despite the dark, flashing lights, his eyes always stood out to you. He always knew how to communicate with them, given he wasn’t always the best with words. And, right now, they were revealing his secret, that they needed you, mind and body. He needed to ruin you, take you over - become his.

No one else satisfied either of you like the other did.

A cocky smirk slithers upon Chris’s lips at your words. His teeth show as he looks down at you, lips parting to show them off. Chris knew your love for his smile - let alone his smirk. He knew your body in and out, what made you feel the most pleasure, what riled you up, and exactly how to get you desperate.

“I guess they do.” He mutters, his eyes drifting down to the way your lips wrap around the side of the red plastic cup, his tongue darting out to lick his dry lips, as if that action alone will lessen his growing need for you.

Your drink was mind numbing, protruding your dirtiest, darkest secrets to the forefront of your mind as you watched him. You couldn’t get the thought of his pretty pink lips between your thighs away, or the way his cock used to slide through your wet folds, filling you up to the hilt as he made his long dick fit inside you. His guttural moans ring in your ears as your eyes portray the longing, your needs overriding the other - logical - side of your brain. You knew Chris could read you like a book.. and you wanted him to.

Chris’s smirk never faltered as he watched you carefully, eyes catching your every movement. It was as if he was analyzing your every step, trying to find out if there was anything else hidden behind your natural actions. Despite Chris having slept and played with many different girls, you were different.. you were always different. He always felt like he needed to keep an eye on you, like someone else would pick you up off your feet and he needed to stop it. He always felt this strange feeling in his gut whenever he saw you talking to someone else; this.. possessive urge to keep you all to himself. He was selfish.

Your eyes wander over to the woman on the opposite side of the room, noticing the way she stood there tensely, watching you two like a hawk. Was this what Chris looked like when you spoke to someone else?

“Who’s that?” You question, glancing back at the man in front of you, daring to take another sip of your drink as it slowly takes over your mind. Had you been completely sober, you wouldn’t have asked.. had you been completely sober, you wouldn’t be talking to him.

“Uh.. she - some girl that won’t leave me alone.” He mumbles, syllables slurring together as he glances over to the direction you tilted your head to. He was lying, of course. You could read him like a book at this point. He used to lie all the time that the girls that he surrounded himself with was their fault, not his; though, you two weren’t exactly ‘official’, so it didn’t matter.. his words.

You hum, not taking your gaze off of him. The buzz of the drink made your body tingle as bad ideas seemed to swarm you, the deafening music shutting down your good conscious. He was with someone else, he’s got a new girl… and who have you got? A wave of greed washed over you as you looked at him, thinking about how he’s let other girls see what you have.

You lick over your teeth beneath your lips, mindlessly setting your half empty solo cup on the table beside you. “What’re doin’?” Chris asks as his pupils follow every move you make, his eyebrows ever so slightly furrowing in confusion.

“We’re going upstairs.” You declare, glaring up at him as you walk by. Chris feels the air blow past him, his naked shoulders shown in his tanktop, long shorts moving as he carelessly follows you. He downs the last of his drink, crinkling the plastic in his hand as he tosses it off the side of the staircase, chuckling as it hits his friend’s head.

“Let’s go, mama.” Chris mutters, his voice low and raspy, more to himself than anything else. His eyes trail over your figure as he makes his way up the stairs behind you. He always loved the way that dress hugged you; it made his mind go fucking crazy.

After opening several doors, only to find half-naked people - some entirely naked - you hear a snap down the hall. “In here, babygirl.” Chris calls out, opening the door fully as he beckons you closer. You walk over to him, feeling his eyes burn holes into your body as you make your way inside the empty room. Once he closes the door behind him, the click of the door locking just barely grazes your ears. You take a seat at the end of the bed, looking over at him. The side of his mouth widens as he watches, neither of you speaking, though the muffled sound of the music downstairs flows upstairs.

“You been thinkin’ about me, sweetheart?” Chris taunts, crossing his arms along his chest. His head dips slightly as he looks at you, blue eyes darkening as they set onto yours.

You hated to admit he was right. There were nights you tossed and turned, feeling him underneath you. Those same nights you’d stay awake, your hands slithering down, beneath the fabric of your panties as they soothed the ache that had formed inside you.

“You make me feel selfish.” You confess lowly, your eyes sinister with lust and a hint of anger. Pushing yourself up from your spot, you take your time as you walk over to him. Chris’s hands instinctively snake along your hips, grasping the skin firmly in his palms, as if to remind him you were right there. In return, yours glide up his chest, feeling his heartbeat pass by as your palm ghosts by it. Once they make their way up, they land on the sides of his neck, your eyes meeting his equally lust-filled ones.

“Yeah? ‘S’that why you’re here, ma? You want me to make ya’ feel better?” Chris coos mockingly, pouting slightly. Your jaw clenches at his carefree attitude, biting your cheek to not let your tipsy thoughts get the better of you.

“Want you to realize what you’re missing out on.” You whisper, correcting him. Your eyes travel his face before finally meeting his eyes again, picking up the way his tongue peeked out to lick his lips, your words seeming to add to his growing desire. Your hands glide down his chest again before slowly walking towards the bed, forcing Chris to move backwards. As soon as the back of his legs hit the end of the mattress, you push, his back hitting the soft furniture as the covers puff up around him. Crawling on top of him, your legs sit between his spread thighs, looking up at him.

“Is that really how you wanna play this?” Chris asks, smirking. Chris has never let you be in control before, and you were about a hundred percent sure he still won’t. But, tonight, you didn’t care.

Not answering him, your palms slide up his thighs, the flexible fabric of his shorts following with. Fingertips graze the waistband, your eyes never leaving his - though, noticing when his chest begins to pick up speed. “You drive me fucking crazy, Chris.” You whisper, your hand tugging down his shorts. Before he could reply, that same cocky smirk appearing on his face, you lean down to pepper kisses along the dick print in his boxers. The dark fabric strained against him, your lips feeling the way he practically throbs for your attention.

A hum leaves Chris’s throat, his head leaning back against the pillow beneath him. He breathes in deeply before your fingers hook into his waistband again, tossing his boxers behind you as your hands slither up his tanktop, nails dragging against his pale skin. A light groan results, your own smirk forming on your lips at the sound. As your hands move up, they pull the thin fabric of his shirt up as well, exposing all of him to your eyes. You hated the way you missed this view, the sight of his naked body near you, aching only for you.

“Always such a fuckin’ tease.” Chris grumbles before his lips part, a sharp inhale eliciting from him as your hand grasps him. He looks down at you, jaw tensed. You keep eye contact as you let your saliva fall from your pursed lips, right on his tip. A grunt leaves him, his hands clenching into fists as he props himself on his elbows. His hat had fallen off of his head once he made contact with the bed, his shaggy hair messy and unkempt. The sight only made you greedier. You wanted to make him sweat, to make him feel the way he used to make you feel.

Chris couldn’t hold back the quiet whimpers and shaky breaths once you start to move your hand. Spreading your spit across his tip helps lather his cock, making it easier to slide your hand along him. He bites on his bottom lip, reddening the sensitive skin as he watches you, body tensing with every one of your movements.

Your touch felt like no other’s. You always managed to bring him to that precipice so quickly, just with the simple actions of your fingers. Deep down, Chris knew no one could compare to you; personality or body. He’s always liked the chase with you - times where you’d be the one that used to go out looking for him, or the occasions he would be one searching for you.. this somewhat parody of a game of cat and mouse only heightening his greed for you. Chris was never sure what drawn you most to him.. but who was he to use his mind in decisions that actually needed it?

“Mm.. just like that, mama. Sooo good.” Chris moans, his hand resting on the back of your head as you lick from his base to tip. Keeping your hand around him, you look up at him as your lips wrap around his red, aching tip, a breathless groan leaving him. “Fuuuck.. always take my dick so well.” He praises, his fingers tightening their grip in your hair as you sink further down on to him. “Keep goin’.. you can take it all.” Chris says, his eyes watching the way saliva pools at the corners of your lips, your mouth struggling to fit all of him inside. A low chuckle leaves him as he observes, always loving the way your throat molds to the shape of him.

Chris inhales through his nose as his jaw clenches, a moan bubbling up in his throat. Your nails dig into his thighs as you swirl your warm tongue around his cock, adding to Chris’s pleasure. “Shit, baby!” Chris gasps as he feels you hollow your cheeks before moving your head back up to tease your tongue over his tip. Popping off of him, your ears pick up the quiet huff that leaves his lips. “What’re you doin’, ma?” He asks, feeling the movement of your legs as the blankets on the bed shuffle together to make noise.

Slipping your dress up your body, you let your panties fall to the mattress, discarding them. Fixing your position again, you straddle his bare waist, Chris’s hands immediately grasping onto your naked hips. You brace your palms on his chest, feeling the way it moved with every breath. Grinding your hips down, your folds part as they coat his dick in your wetness.

“Jesus, ma.” Chris exhales, watching the explicit scene as the protruding veins on his cock only add to the friction. His hands help guide your movements, pushing you harder onto his dick without even being inside you yet. “C’mon, babygirl, let me help you.” He says lowly, grasping your skin tightly to keep you still. A quiet whine escapes you as he stops you, but a gasp replaces it as his long, skilled fingers slide through your lower lips, just barely grazing the places you desperately need him to satisfy.

“Such a needy girl.” Chris smirks before suddenly plunging his middle finger inside you, eliciting a gasp from your lips. “Need ta’ get’cha ready for me, mama. You always take me so well after I finger this pretty pussy.” His dirty talk makes your thighs clench, though they’re obstructed by Chris’s waist. Adding another finger, his long digits hit spots only he can as they curl inside you, only making you wetter than you already were. His fingers slip out of you as they rub your clit once or twice before gripping your hips again, forcing you to glide against him again.

Not wasting any time, you reach down and grab his cock, lining him up with your entrance as you slowly sink down on him, your lips parting. Chris watches the scene unfold as his breathing picks up, his mouth open as his eyes dart from your face to where you two meet. “Suckin’ me in so good.” Chris grunts, fingers marking your skin as they dig deeper and deeper. You hadn’t realized at the time what he was doing, but you were sure he was marking you on purpose.

Adjusting to his size, you take a deep breath before lifting yourself up and then bringing your hips down to clash against his. As you start, you realize that you can’t stop. Moving your hips atop him, the pleasure of it all takes over your body as the sound of skin slapping permeates through the room.

Chris watches with half-lidded eyes, mouth agape as his eyes never leave your body, chest heaving as the euphoria only grows stronger as seconds pass by. The sight of you like this, intoxicated with pleasure as you rise and fall on top of his dick only made his stomach tense with satisfaction. You always looked so good like this, high off of the feeling of his cock hitting just the right places inside you, pulling moans and whimpers from your lips.

Leaning down, you force your lips against his. Chris immediately reciprocates the intensity of the kiss, his tongue plunging into your mouth as you get a taste of the lingering alcohol that he had consumed. Biting down on his bottom lip, you pull away as Chris groans.

“She can’t make you feel as good as I can.” You breathe out against his lips, eyes opening as you look down at him. Your thrusts never stop as sharp breaths are taken out of you, chest heaving harshly. “No one can.” You whisper.

Despite the mind numbing euphoria that overwhelmed his body, that same cocky smirk played on Chris’s lips at your words. His fingers grip tighter, hard enough to cause bruises, as he helps guide you even faster on his cock. A choked moan leaves you, as a guttural one leaves the man beneath you. “Yeah? No one?” He taunts, though, breathless as his body relishes in the way your pussy squeezes his dick, pulling him closer and closer to the release he craved more than anything in the moment.

You shake your head. “Not her.. no one.” You clarify, a mewl sounding from you as his cock hits the deepest spot inside you, your eyes rolling back.

“Shiiit, baby.” Chris groans, head pressing back into the pillow roughly. His hips involuntarily jut forward, eliciting a cry from you at the sudden action. Continuing his movements because of your reaction, both of your pleasure heightens as you’re driven closer and closer to the edge.

Chris pushes his head forward to clash your lips together, teeth clamping, tongues dancing and saliva mixing. It was messy and tangled, but it felt right. You moaned into his mouth as Chris’s hands squeezed your skin. Pulling away, you pant against his lips, warm breaths meeting as you look down at him.

“I hate how bad I want you.” You say shakily, sounds repeatedly leaving your lips at each thrust of his hips. Your nails dig into his chest, marking him. Chris whimpers at the feeling, hissing through bared teeth.

“Mm.. you have me, baby. I’m - fuck! - ‘m’right here.” Chris groans, his eyes fluttering shut before quickly opening again, deciding that split second was too long to not be looking at you. His hips never relent as they keep their assault on your body, your thighs beginning to quiver as you feel your stomach tighten, the band inside you starting to slowly break apart.

“Chris! I.. I’m gonna cum,” you whine, your legs becoming more than tired as you thrust your hips down against him, adding to the already irresistible pleasure flooding through your veins. The sharp intake of air barely made its way to your ears as Chris breathes heavily underneath you, your hands moving with every rise and fall of his chest.

“Such a.. good fuckin’ girl.” Chris moans, throwing his hips up harder on each word. One of his hands leaves your hip and falls to your sensitivity, quickly circling your clit as a harsh moan leaves you, your orgasm hitting you suddenly as your legs tremble, his name repeatedly sounding from you. At the sight of you letting go, a few more thrusts of his hips take Chris to cloud nine as he groans, your name leaving him as his warmth fills you up.

Helping you ride out your high, Chris comes down from his as his finger keeps moving on your clit. You whimper, your hand immediately traveling to his wrist to stop him. A low, quiet chuckle rumbles through Chris’s chest as he finally stops the pleasure-full torture. Both of your chests move quickly, bodies tired from your previous actions.

“Fuck.. you make me feel so selfish.”

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