pip4444chris

[pip4444chris]

𝜗᭪ HE CAN’T KEEP HIS WILD EYES ON THE ROAD ─── m.s

⤷ in which . . . you tease matt while he’s driving, he can’t take it anymore and he pulls over.

⤷ warnings . . . smut, unprotected sex, backshots, blowjob, teasing, dirty talk, degradation, sexual acts in a moving car, (don’t do this) use of pet names, multiple orgasms.

⤷ written by @delilahsturniolo, do not copy, steal, or modify my works. if you are taking any inspiration from this, please ask me first before posting and credit me in your description. happy reading! :)

you found yourself driving home from a party with your boyfriend matt, the night still in its early stages as the moon glowed softly in the sky. you decided to wear your skimpiest outfit, consisting of a scandalously short skirt and a barely-there top that left little to the imagination. the fabric of your skirt clung to your thighs like a second skin, and the wind occasionally threatened to expose more than intended.

your skin was cool and smooth, and your breasts swayed tantalizingly beneath the thin fabric of your shirt, nipples already perked up and straining against the flimsy barrier. you made a point to take the passenger seat, a wicked grin on your lips as you purposefully adjusted your skirt to flash some extra leg to matt.

as you settled into the car, the warmth of the interior mingled with the crisp night air, creating a delicious contrast on your exposed skin. the moonlight streaming through the windows cast an ethereal glow over your body, accentuating every curve and contour in a way that made it nearly impossible for matt to keep his eyes on the road.

"god, you're looking good tonight," matt muttered under his breath as he started the engine. the rumble of the car vibrated beneath you, stirring a tingle of excitement in your belly. "thanks," you replied coyly, letting your voice drip with innuendo. "i was hoping you might appreciate my efforts." matt's gaze flickered to you briefly before he forced his attention back to the road. "appreciate? i can't keep my eyes off you," he admitted, his voice a little rougher than usual.

that was all the encouragement you needed. you reached over and lightly traced your fingers along matt's thigh, feeling the tense muscle beneath his jeans. "mmm, that's exactly what i wanted to hear." as you continued to drive, the tension in the car grew thicker. every now and then, you would slide a hand across matt's very visible erection, teasingly gauging his arousal. his erection pressed against the denim of his jeans, unmistakable and increasingly insistent. each time you touched him, a visible twitch would ripple through his body, his knuckles turning white as he gripped the wheel. “fuck—stop baby..” he whined.

at last, you decided to up the ante. you reached down and deliberately pulled your top down, exposing your breasts to the cool night air. your nipples hardened further, standing erect and begging for attention. "keep your eyes on the road," you teased, your voice laced with challenge as you let your top stay down, breasts swaying rhythmically with the motion of the car.

matt's restraint snapped like a brittle twig. he slammed on the brakes, and before you could protest, he'd pulled over to the side of the road. in a heartbeat, he'd thrown the car into park and was out of his seat, storming around to your side of the vehicle. "get in the backseat," he growled, his voice a low rumble of desire as he yanked open your door.

you could have obeyed him, but where was the fun in that? instead, you raised an eyebrow and smirked. "make me," you taunted, the dare hanging in the air between you. matt didn't need to be told twice. he grabbed your wrist and pulled you roughly out of the car, his other hand wrapping firmly around your waist to steady you. you stumbled slightly as your legs were unaccustomed to the sudden change of altitude, but he held you securely against his body.

without another word, he pushed you toward the backseat. your heart hammered in your chest as you felt a jolt of excitement mixed with a touch of fear at his sudden ferocity. you climbed into the backseat, your skirt riding up even higher on your thighs as you settled onto the worn leather.

matt followed swiftly behind, his hands grasping at your hips as he spun you onto your hands and knees. you gasped as you felt the cool air hit your exposed backside, but before you could process the sensation, matt had aligned himself behind you.

"you asked for it," he hissed, his breath hot against your ear as he grasped your hips in a vice-like grip. then, without warning or mercy, he drove into you. you cried out at the intrusion, your body stretching to accommodate him as he filled you completely. every thrust sent jolts of pleasure coursing through your body, your walls clenching around him as he set a punishing pace.

your moans filled the confined space of the car, echoing off the windows as matt continued to fuck you roughly from behind. you could see their reflection in the glass, his grip on your hips, your breasts swaying with each of his thrusts, and his face twisted in a combination of pleasure and desperation. "you like that?" he grunted, his voice rough with lust as he reached around to grasp one of your swaying breasts. "you like being fucked like a dirty little slut?"

"yes," you gasped, the combination of his hand on your breast and his relentless thrusts pushing you closer to the edge. "gosh, yes." finally, after what felt like an eternity, matt pulled out of you. but instead of giving you a moment to catch your breath, he grabbed a fistful of your hair and pulled your head up.

"come closer," he commanded. "suck my dick." matt turned you around to face him, positioning you. you obediently took his throbbing cock into your mouth without hesitation. the taste of him filled your senses. salty and primal, as you worked him with your lips and tongue. his hands tangled in your hair, guiding you up and down his length as he fucked your mouth with a ruthless abandon.

the world narrowed down to this moment, the feeling of his cock in your mouth, his hands in your hair, and the taste of him coating your tongue. you sucked and licked, determined to drive him over the edge as he had done for you.

matt's breathing grew ragged, his breathing becoming erratic as he approached his climax. with a final groan, he spilled into your mouth, his seed flooding your senses as you swallowed every drop. “this is what happens when you can’t keep your eyes on the road.” you smirked beneath matt, he only playfully rolled his eye. “pfft—don’t act like you didn’t enjoy it.” matt teased, flipping your skirt back down as he started to dress himself again. he really couldn’t keep his wild eyes on the road, not when it comes to you.

© delilahsturniolo

[pip4444chris]

i am weak in the pussy... and knees

i’m actually in tears at how much i fucking need them

[pip4444chris]

barking at my enclosure

In love with stepbrother Matt! Also a big fan of him being mean lol. I’m imagining them on a family road trip. Three row van. Them all the way in the back. Music up loud. Matt initiating since it’s been a week since they’ve messed around. Reader being scared since their parents are up front. He keeps his hand around over her mouth to keep her quiet. Him threatening to get them caught if she doesn’t stop holding back her orgasm. Also results in her squirting for the first time as he cream pies her.

⌗ . . . ON THE ROAD

WARNINGS : PUBLIC (in the car with other people in it). SMUT. THREATENING TO GET CAUGHT. FINGERING. HAND JOB.

i changed this just a little bit cause i already had an idea in mind for something like this, and i feel like them fucking with everyone in there might be more obvious and such.

the backseat was too cramped. you had a few things to your left side—things that didn’t fit anywhere else in the car which made you get pushed closer to matt.

your leg was touching his, the blanket you had brought was draped over both of your laps. initially you wanted the blanket because of the ac and how chilly it was getting in the car—but—matt decided he wanted to share.

which you were okay with—but the thought of being this close with your whole family in the car made your brain short circuit. no one had figured out you and matt were sleeping with one another, and that was a good thing.

that didn’t mean your nerves weren’t racing anytime you were too close to him, afraid your mom or his dad would take one good look at you both and know what was going on.

you could feel how warm his body was against yours, the place where your leg was touching his felt like it was on fire. and honestly—you’d be lying if you said you weren’t thinking about what happened your last family trip. when he touched you and let his hands wander everywhere.

you tried to ignore the growing heat curling inside your stomach—right now wasn’t the time for that. i mean you couldn’t—right?—not with everyone in here. so you looked out the window, listening to the hum of the tires on the highway being drowned out by smaller sounds. the music up front keeping your mom and step dad distracted.

you took a few deep breaths, trying to ignore the feeling. but you felt matt shifted just slightly next to you—and it was like your whole focus shattered. his thigh was pressed harder into yours under the blanket. you turned your head to look at him, finding his gaze looking forward and not at you. but then… your eyes caught the way his hand landed on your knee.

and you froze.

he didn’t even look at you. he just kept his gaze looking forward, watching whatever thing passed by next. he was acting as if he wasn’t doing anything wrong—like his fingers weren’t slowly starting to slide up your leg, moving to the inside of your thigh.

your whole body reacted quickly—the heat blooming in your stomach like a match to gasoline. you flicked your eyes up front quickly, afraid someone’s eyes might catch what was going on, even if it was so subtle. but your mom was bobbing her head to the music and your step dad was focused on the road. chris was in the middle row with his headphones in, scrolling on his phone, not paying attention to anyone.

still, even after making sure no one was watching—your heart raced like you were about to get caught red-handed. “matt.” you hissed as his hand went higher, and you turned your head just slightly toward him.

his lips were curled into a dirty grin. he knew what you were feeling—could feel how tense you were under his hand. but he didn’t turn his head until a moment later, cocking a brow at you. “you gonna stop me?” he mocked, knowing damn well you couldn’t and didn’t want to already.

matt watched as your gaze flicked away for a moment and he hummed, giving you a silent answer of ‘that’s what i thought’ before his hand made its way hight to the waistband of your shorts. his fingers slipped under the band of your shorts—under the blanket, hidden from view. gently his fingers inched closer and closer until he pressed them right over your soaked panties.

the lacy material wet and clinging to your folds. matt hissed at the feelings, pressing his fingers down a little. “so wet sweetheart.” he murmured, his voice barely audible over the music.

“I—I,” you stammered, the words dying on your tongue your hips shifted into his hand, grinding down on it. you were embarrassed at how easily he could make you wet, even when he wasn’t touching you. he loved how easily you caved for him, it was like you couldn’t resist having his hands all over you.

he quickly slipped two fingers under the damp fabric, finding your clit with practiced ease. your hands clenched the edge of the blanket, teeth biting your bottom lip so hard you swore you’d break skin. you couldn’t help but let your gaze dart up again. chris was still on his phone.

and when your gaze shifted to your mom—she turned around slightly to ask something, and you immediately sat straighter, heart pounding against your chest. but she didn’t seem to notice anything—just smiled and asked chris to pass you a water bottle before turning back.

matt’s fingers hadn’t stopped when chris grabbed a bottle from the cold bag you guys had brought with for snacks and drinks. in fact, he moved down to push two fingers deeper into you as soon as chris looked at you.

your lips had parted slightly, a small noise almost escaping your lips but you held it together. you let a shaky hand come up, grabbing the bottle from chris and giving him and smile the best you could before he turned back around.

his fingers moved slow, curling up with that perfect drag that made your legs jerk. you whimpered quietly, the noise barely audible unless you were listening for it. which matt was—he knew you had a hard time staying quiet sometimes.

“shhh.” he cooed, leaning his body towards yours just a little more than it already was. “you want them to hear you back here, sweetheart?” you shook your head, but your eyes fluttered shut. it was pathetic that you were so close already, your body rocking against his hand in tiny, desperate movements. you could feel the orgasm building.

matt noticed, watching how you humped his hand now, rubbing your clit against the palm of his hand as his fingers fucked you deep. but he wasn’t gonna let you cum yet—so he stilled his fingers, removing them from you.

you gasped, eye snapping open and blinking wide at him in disbelief. he leaned in, a smile on his face—not the nice kind, no—he was being mean and he knew it. “not yet. want you to help me now, baby. want us to finish together. can y’do that baby?”

and your heart punched your ribcage. just the thought of having your hand wrapped around him while his fingers were buried inside you made you flush—your hips grinding down against the seat a little. and so you nodded, panting softly as you waited.

gently his hand moved to your own, guiding it over to his lap beneath the blanket. you hadn’t even realized how hard he’d gotten—his cock straining against the zipper of his jeans. your eyes flicked up front again. everyone still looked distracted. the music was loud enough. and you took that as a good enough sign that you guys were okay.

when your attention turned back to matt, your hand fumbled for just a second with the button on his jeans, then unzipped him, freeing his cock into your hand. he was already leaking onto your hand and the first swipe of your thumb across his tip, the action making him hiss quietly.

“stroke me.” he whispered, before moving his hand back into your shorts, into your panties before curling two of his fingers back into your cunt. you whined softly, sucking in a breath. “match me, okay? we cum together, or I make you wait till we get to the motel.”

your breath hitched at that—the motel was still two hours away—surely he wouldn’t do that? but it was matt. you knew how mean he could be. you wouldn’t put it past him to not stick to his word.

so you started to move your hand in time with the rhythm of his fingers—slow but tight, your thumb teasing the sensitive head of him with every stroke. it was the hottest thing, watching the way his teeth dug into his bottom lip when you squeezed your hand just tight enough around him and when you gave the head of his cock more attention.

by now you were both panting—barely audible but frantic. your eyes flicking up to everyone every once in a while to make sure no one would catch what you guys were doing. but every time you did—your walls clamped down around his fingers more. you did like the idea of getting caught, just the thought of it was making the band in your stomach tighter with each passing minute.

“i can feel you clenching.” he murmured. “you gonna cum on my fingers like a good girl while you jerk me off? hm?” and You nodded fast, your lips parting in silent gasps. still—you looked forward once again. chris had changed songs. your mom and step dad were arguing over directions.

it was still safe—barely.

your attention was drawn back to matt when you felt the way he throbbed in your hold. feeling the way his body began to tense under your hand. “don’t stop.” matt gritted, his lips parting as he looked down at his lap where your hand was moving under the blanket—he wished he could lift it up and watch. “don’t fuckin’ stop.”

so you sped up, moving your hand faster over his cock as his fingers sped up inside you, hitting your spot over and over again until your thighs began to shake. the band in your stomach became incredibly tight, your free hand coming up to your mouth as you bit your knuckles to stay silent as you came around his fingers. your eyes rolling back. but that didn’t slow your hand.

matt hissed, his hips twitching up to fuck your fist as he cursed under his breath. quiet “fuckfuckfuck” slipping past his lips before his cock twitched in your hand and hot spurts of cum spilled over your fingers as he came.

you both sat there for a moment, flushed and gasping, the air around you thick with heat and adrenaline. your eyes were growing heavy, flicking between matt and everyone else—making sure no one was looking still.

it was a moment before matt leaned in, mouth barely grazing your temple in a light kiss. he couldn’t not give you a kiss—you did so well for him. gently he took the blanket and used it to wipe up whatever mess that was made and you. you’ll just have to wash it later, but you didn’t mind.

and then—just like that—he zipped himself back up. moving the blanket to an area that wasn’t between you two and opened his arms up.

surely they wouldn’t mind if you cuddled him—he is your step brother after all…they’d see it as getting along.

a/n : need him now.

[pip4444chris]

can you do reader getting mad that her panties are missing and then she storms into matt's room to confront him. and he puts her in her place and then afterwards slips her panties into her back pocket as she's leaving the room?

⌗ . . . DID YOU TAKE THEM?

WARNINGS : SMUT. PNV. STEPBROTHER!MATT PUTTING YOU IN YOUR PLACE AFTER YOU’RE A BRAT TO HIM. (he didn’t actually steal ur panties…chris did tho).

i had an idea for this in mind already so it’s tweaked just a little. so technically a part 2 to chris using your panties to get off

you were going crazy. your room absolutely tore apart as you tore through your drawer one more time. but there was nothing.

your underwear was missing. the white ones with the little bow on the front—your favorite ones. and you were losing your mind. you had never lost them before, they were here because you wore them so often.

you stood in front of your dresser—your fists clenched at your sides with your towel wrapped around your wet body from your shower. the water still dripping from your hair as you looked for your underwear.

“where the fuck are they?” you muttered. your stomach twisted, annoyed and uncomfortable, because those weren’t just any panties. they were cute. soft. and they made you feel good. they were your favorite ones and they were in here just the other day.

and now they were gone.

you stood there for a moment, trying to think of where you could’ve put them. but it wasn’t until you replayed the last couple days in your head that a certain face came to mind.

matt.

the way he had you a few nights ago on your bed, spread open and stuffing the same pair into your mouth to keep you quiet as he fucked you. your thighs clenched at the thought—your mind already wandering off into the gutter.

but you quickly snapped out of it and you threw on the first thing you could find—an oversized shirt and sleep shorts—and stomped down the hallway toward his room. you didn’t bother to knock, instead you shoved his door open and glared.

he was lounging on his bed in his sweats. his rings on his fingers, a book in one hand and a snack bag in the other. and really that only pissed you off more. because how could he sit here like this after taking your underwear? he knows they’re you’re favorite.

his eyes had flicked over to you the moment you stormed in, already having heard your rather loud stomps against the floor. “the fuck are you doing?” he asked, raising a brow at you as you stood there with your arms crossed over your chest.

“where are they?” you snipped at him, your tone obviously very annoyed. matt looked at you like you lost your fucking mind. “where’s what?” he asked.

you scowled at him. “don’t play dumb with me Matthew. i’m talking about my panties. the white ones. the ones with the little bow.” you narrowed your eyes. “and i know you took them.” and that got his attention.

he looked up at you slowly, his jaw tightening like he couldn’t believe the accusation you were placing against him. “you serious?” and before you could even get a word out, he was up off the bed. you took a step back stunned, the words slipping from your mind as you were suddenly aware of how close he was.

“you think i need to steal your panties?” he asked, his eyes fixed on yours. “you think i can’t get you all wet in ’em before I rip ’em off myself?” he continued, placing a hand on your hip. “just like i did the other night? remember that sweetheart?”

you breath caught in your throat. and you hated the way your thighs pressed together instinctively. hated how smug he looked when he saw your reaction. “don’t come in here accusing me of shit unless you’re ready to deal with the consequences.”

and you snapped. “i’m not scared of you.” you said, your chin tilted up like you were trying to seem bigger than him. but your stomach fluttered. matt smirked, stepping even closer to you until he pushed your back against the wall. “oh, sweetheart. you should be.”

his other hand came up and grabbed your jaw, tilting your face up to his—his fingers were cool against your skin thanks to the rings. “you miss me that bad? had to make up a little story just so i’d put my hands on you?”

your heart was pounding against your chest, heat rising to your face. you hated how much your body betrayed you when he talked like that. how your breath hitched. how your skin burned just to having him lose like this.

“I didn’t. my panties are missing matt.” you tried to argue back, but your voice wavered slightly as his fingers dug in slightly to your skin. “you did though baby. you came in here acting like a brat and accusing me of shit.”

your lips parted, opening your mouth to try and say something—anything—but he caught your bottom lip between his fingers and tugged. “you know better than to talk to me like that.”

and you swallowed as he leaned down, bringing his lips and whispering the next words directly against your ear. “now apologize.” you couldn’t help it as your breath came out shaky, your walls crumpling in seconds. “…m’sorry.” you whispered, your eyes trying to look away from him but he didn’t like that.

“nuh-uh.” he said, letting go of your lip to grab your face in his hand, making you look at him. “for what sweetheart? what’re you sorry for?” his eyes burned into yours, holding your gaze until you said something. “for thinking you stole them.” you mumbled, his hand making it a little hard to talk. matt leaned back a little and grinned. “good girl.”

your stomach flipped at the praise.

it took you a moment before you registered his fingers sliding under the hem of your sleep shorts in one smooth motion. he didn’t even give you time to react before he pressed two fingers straight against your clothed cunt.

you were wet—you knew you would be. but you weren’t expecting him to do anything. and he smirked, his eyes dropping down to where his fingers were for a moment before moving back up to you. “didn’t even have panties on? how convenient.” and you whined, not responding to him. you didn’t trust your voice.

quickly he spun you around and shoved you up against his wall—your hands bracing against it for balance. you shuttered as his hand moved to tugged your shorts down in one yank, exposing your pussy to the cool air and his greedy eyes.

you could hear his clothes shuffling before you heard the sound of him spitting and then his fist moving a long his cock a few times. he moved, pressing himself against you. “say please baby.” he said, dragging the head of his cock between your folds now, teasing your entrance.

you whined, your body pushing back into him. “matt.” you whined out now—the embarrassment now creeping through you. one of his hands came up to thread into your hair, giving it a tug. “c’mon, say it.” he gritted.

and you caved—just like that. “please matt… please fuck me.” you didn’t even remember what you came in here for anymore, every thought in your mind revolved around him now. he smirked, muttering a praise you didn’t hear as he began to slide inside you—only enough to let your walls flutter around his tip.

“that bratty little mouth of yours.” he hissed as he grabbed ahold of your hair harder, tugging your head back. “always got somethin’ smart to say until you’ve got my cock buried inside you.” his hips began to push forward, bottoming himself out before his hips pulled back and repeated the same motion.

the sound of skin slapping filled the room quickly as he began thrusting hard, each thrust of his hips pushing you further into the wall—his fingers digging into the skin of your hips. your hands grabbed at the wall for support, whimpering his name with every thrust.

“take it.” he growled. “always take m’dick so fuckin’ well sweetheart.” your body burned with need—his words making your walls clench around his cock. your legs trembled, you could feel the way they wanted to give out.

and they started to.

so matt let go of your hair, using both of his hands to hold you up so you didn’t fall down fully. your back did arch more, the angle change making you sob as the tip of his cock rammed into you over and over again. your walls were clenching so hard around him that he hissed and slapped your ass.

that sent you over the edge. the pain radiated through your body, red blossoming over the swell of your ass as you shook—your juices dripping down around him as you came. but he didn’t stop.

“is it too much baby? hm?” he mocked. “thought you were tough? what happened huh?” his hips picked up the pace, one of his hands holding you can around, pressing on your lower belly. “o-oh fuck—matt, please..can’t.” you whimpered, the feeling overwhelming as he hummed and pressed on that spot more.

“yes you can. you’ve taken more before baby. know you can take my cock just fine.” and his hips sped up. his pelvis slapping against your ass as he began to chase his own high, your body shaking as small gasps left your lips. you were overstimulated.

“not a fuckin’ liar.” he gritted out as he slammed his hips into you a few times before burying himself inside your wake walls. his grip turned possessive on your hips as he spilled deep inside you, breathing heavy against the back of your neck.

he stayed there for a moment, letting both of you catch your breaths. you weren’t sure how long he was there for, but he was already softening by the time he pulled himself out of you. and when he finally pulled back he whispered. “I didn’t take your fucking panties.”

and that made you snap out of it. you blinked a few times before setting yourself straight—looking over your shoulder at him dazed. “what?” you said. you thought maybe he was fucking you because he was guilty—not because he didn’t have them.

you turned yourself around fully, fixing your clothes as you watched him smirk. one of his hands coming up to wipe under your eye to catch a stray tear. “go check your laundry maybe? you forget shit everywhere.” he said as he tugged his sweats back on like nothing happened.

you stayed there for a moment, sore and stunned before slowly pulling your shorts back up your legs and making your way to his door. you stopped for a moment, looking back at home before opening his door and hobbling down the hallway. your body still tingling from everything he’d just done to you.

so you opened your door and looked looked toward your laundry basket where you swore you checked at least a hundred different times.

and your heart stopped.

sitting right on top of your dirty clothes… were the with panties with the little bow. you stared at them in disbelief—you absolutely swore they weren’t there before. you looked, you know you did, you looked everywhere.

slowly you shut your door behind you, making your way over to your laundry basket. you bent down slowly and picked them up, and turned them over.

they were warm—like they hadn’t been there for long. your eyes noticed how they had little stains on them. and something about them smelled… weird. not just laundry.

like someone else had touched them.

a/n : the stepbrother!matt content i’m giving you guys

[pip4444chris]

vip room — boyfriends brother!matt sturniolo

matt grunted underneath you on the couch as you moaned desperately, ignoring the aching pain in your upper thighs while your sloppy hole was stuffed full of his thick cock— your ass clapping against his pelvis as you bounced on him.

he was blissed out, eyes droopy and mouth wide open while his hands eagerly massaged your plump, plushy ass. it was risky, knowing his brother or anyone else could walk in, after all the two of you sunk away into the vip room. he couldn’t keep his eyes off you as you were enjoying the show, dancing around in your little black dress and how you clinged onto chris while giving matt that ‘fuck me’ look with your eyes.

you whine out of pleasure and the burning sensation in your inner thighs. matt's hand creeps up your chest, pulling down the fabric of your dress and letting your tits spill out in his face. with a soft moan, he palms your breast while his other hand remains on your round cheek. “god, baby, can’t get enough of you.”

“you feel so good, so tight.” he rambles on, attaching his lips onto your chest, sucking and kissing your nipple while he jerks his hips upwards into you. he hears you gasp softly, making him pull away with a soft ‘pop’. “too deep?” a light grin appeared on his face. “chris can’t hit that spot, huh?”

“no,” you admit, choking on another gasp while your eyes suddenly rolled back into your head as his tip reached places your boyfriend could never. it was wrong and disgusting but matt made you feel incredible.

© 𝗆𝖺𝗍𝗍𝗌𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗅𝖾𝗍

note ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ i wrote this when i woke up yum.

[pip4444chris]

boyfriend’s story spam got me giggling like an idiot

[pip4444chris]

finger me, fuck me, eat me, destroy me...

woah, who said that?

[pip4444chris]

ugh the way he moves his fingers is turning me on

[pip4444chris]

bsf! matt rubbing bsf readers clit

WARNINGS : SMUT. CLIT RUBBING. CHEATING (i don’t condone it, but this is fiction!).

you weren’t even sure how you ended up in this position. your back flat to your bed as matt—your best friend—sat between your thighs. his fingers making slow motions on your clit, drawing small moans from your mouth.

it was somewhere between talking about the exes you had and how they didn’t know how to please you—and how your now current boyfriend doesn’t know how to please you either.

and matt had gotten fed up with it—with hearing how you could never land the right guy and how they couldn’t make you cum at all. he knew he could make you cum, knew that he was so much better than all those other guys. so when he said that to you?—you didn’t believe him.

you thought all guys were the same, how they couldn’t make a girl cum even if it was on their death bed. so he decided to prove you wrong. and now you were here with him between your legs. on your own bed. while your boyfriends texts were being forgotten on the bed next to you.

“look at you.” he cooed, applying more pressure to your sensitive bundle of nerves. the action making your back arch. he’d been doing the same thing for ages—and yet, you were so fucking wet for him. you whined, bucking your hips against his fingers.

“thought we were all the same hm?” he mocked, moving his fingers away from your clit to dip down quickly—pushing inside you for only a moment before pulling back. dragging his fingers back up through your wetness to circle your clit again.

god you were wrong—so fucking wrong.

you shook your head quickly, moaning out his name as you could feel your stomach begin to tighten—your orgasm approaching fast. “n-no! was—was wrong, m’sorry!” you cried out and matt let out a groan, circling his fingers faster.

“yeah, know you were baby. gonna make you cum now yeah? c’mon fuckin’ give it t’me.”

a/n ; first post of the day! idk if they will all have taglists cause i don’t wanna annoy you all with the spam posting 😭

[pip4444chris]

there are zero appropriate thoughts in my head right now

[pip4444chris]

𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆 . . . 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐍𝐄𝐄𝐃𝐘 𝐇𝐔𝐇?

in which . . . touch starved and shy, you crawl into bsf!chris’s lap—and he ruins you with deep fingers, thick cock, and filthy praise.

You’ve always been a little weird about touch—too shy to ask for it and too proud to admit you need it. So you flinch a little when Chris nudges your knee under the blanket or when his arm brushes yours on the couch, even if it’s the only thing you’ve wanted all day.

But Chris sees it. He always does. The way your fingers hover near his but never quite reach. The way your eyes close a little too long when he hugs you goodbye. One night, it’s just the two of you. Movie playing. A blanket was shared. You’re curled up on the couch, quiet, biting your sleeve while your eyes stay glued to the screen.

Chris watches you for a moment, then says, soft, certain: ❝You can come closer, you know.❞ You blink, startled. ❝What?❞ ❝If you need—❞ he hesitates, but then nods like he’s decided, ❝If you need to be held, just ask me. You don’t have to be lonely next to me.❞

Your lip trembles. He opens his arms. You don’t even think. You crawl into his lap. And he just holds you. For as long as you need. His arms are warm and wide around you, steady. One hand rubs slow circles into your lower back. You nuzzle into his chest, and for the first time in weeks, your body doesn’t feel like it’s buzzing with need.

But then he shifts, just a little. And your hips twitch. Innocent, almost. But Chris feels the way you tremble. The way your breath hitches when his fingers slide under the hem of your shirt, brushing bare skin. He feels how badly you need it—how long it’s been.

❝You’re starved for this, huh?❞ he whispers, tilting your face to his. ❝Why didn’t you just tell me?❞ Your cheeks burn. But you nod, barely. He kisses you before you can speak. It’s soft at first, but it turns filthy fast—his tongue pressing into your mouth, his hands dragging you closer, adjusting you until you’re straddling his thigh. His palm slides over the curve of your ass, then dips beneath your panties, teasing the slick heat between your thighs.

His touch is slow, coaxing. Just enough to make you gasp against his lips. Then his fingers are inside you—long and deep, knuckles pressed to your heat as he curls them just right. He doesn’t bother taking your panties off. Just hooks the drenched cotton to the side with a lazy flick of his wrist and groans when he sees how wet you are.

His fingers brush over your slick, aching folds, spreading you open. ❝You’re soaked,❞ he murmurs, voice low, almost reverent. ❝Drippin' for me, huh?❞ And then he sinks two fingers into your tight, pulsing hole—slow, deliberate, deep. You gasp, hips jerking, thighs clenching around his wrist.

❝God,❞ you whimper, ❝Chris…❞ ❝I know, sweetheart. I know,❞ he soothes, kissing your temple as he works his fingers in and out, knuckles glistening with slick. He finds your spot like he was born knowing it, long fingers curling just so, again and again, until you’re sobbing into his shoulder.

Loud, wet sounds fill the space between your bodies, his hand fucking into you, your cunt clutching down around him, so tight it makes him curse. He kisses you through it, lips messy and deep, stealing your moans like they belong to him. And maybe they do. You’re a mess for him, ruined and desperate, riding his hand like it’s the only thing that can save you.

❝That’s it,❞ he pants. ❝Keep going. Let me feel you.❞ Your body tenses, trembling, and then you cum—hard. Your walls clamp down on his fingers, throbbing, pulsing, so wet you hear it before you feel it drip down his wrist.

Chris groans into your mouth, keeps fucking you through it until his knuckles are slick with cum and your thighs won’t stop shaking. ❝Fuck,❞ he breathes, ❝You just came all over me.❞ You hide your face in his neck, breath ragged. And he just grins, curling his fingers again. ❝Bet you got another one in you, pretty girl.❞

Chris lifts you like you weigh nothing, lays you back on the couch, and pulls his sweats down. ❝Gonna give you more now. What you really need.❞ His cock slides in deep and slow, stretching your soaked, aching cunt until your back arches. You gasp softly, high-pitched and helpless. He groans above you, eyes dark, thumb brushing your cheek.

He presses your legs up, knees pushed together in the air, and locks an arm around them, holding you open and tilted just right. The position has you stretched tighter, your hole clenching, your slick walls pulsing around every inch of him. Chris grunts with every thrust, long, thick shaft dragging against your spongey spot again and again until your eyes roll back.

❝Fuck, baby… so tight… you feel that? Gripping me like you don’t want to let go.❞ You moan loud, clinging to him, trembling underneath his weight. His hips snap into you harder, deeper, the room filling with the sound of wet, desperate skin. Your aching little hole flutters, walls squeezing as you reach again, stretched wide, overwhelmed.

❝Chris, please… I—I can’t—❞ ❝Yes, you can. Let me hear you, baby. Let me feel you.❞ His thrusts grow messy, hips twitching. He buries himself to the hilt with a deep groan, eyes fluttering shut, cock pulsating inside you as he cums hot, thick, deep, painting your insides while you tremble and gasp. You come too, tight around him, moaning his name like a prayer, legs quivering in the air, your body wrung out and boneless beneath him.

Chris doesn’t move. Just stays buried in you, panting against your neck, arms wrapped tight as you both come down, slick and stretched and so full you can feel it dripping. ❝Mine,❞ he breathes, voice wrecked. ❝All mine.❞

𝐋𝐎𝐋𝐀 𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐊𝐒 . . .  put my whole puss into this

𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐒 . . .  @chrepsi @ph3ebssturniolo @sturnsxbbyeilish @j21l91 @pip4444chris @mattslutt @sophand4n4 @mattscoquette @mi-co-uk @tezzzzzzzz @emely9274 @oopsiedaisydeer @theowensturniolo @httpssturns @matthewsroses @bugs-tags @mattswrinkleton @victorious8 @h3arts4nat @madz146 @ifwdominicfike @rriverscuomo @ivysturnss @brianaluvschris @mattsgold @sturniolotoast

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[pip4444chris]

what rhi said !

literally all at the same godamn time

[pip4444chris]

licking my phone currently

i’m literally gonna lick him

[pip4444chris]

your presence — chris sturniolo

pairing: perv!chris x bsf!reader

includes: m!masturbation, chris getting caught, chris having sexual thoughts/fantasies, lowkey sub!chris, idk what else

it was never supposed to happen.

he was never supposed to feel this way about you. his best friend.

you’re hanging out with him, nick, and matt in their living room. the four of you are sitting on the couch, watching and commenting on the show love island. your sat next to nick, chris and matt on the other couch. chris keeps glancing over at you as if he needs to tell you something. but you don’t pay any mind to it, giving him a small smile before returning your attention to the show. nick and matt are engrossed in it, acting like they’re actually in the show and yelling at the screen.

chris’s eyes trail over you despite how hard he tries not to let them. first, his eyes trail over your eyes. watching how they move subtly. then your lips, noticing how plump and perfect they look. how much better they’d look wrapped around his—

then his eyes then go down to your cleavage. he didn’t mean to be weird. he didn’t want to. he didn’t even want to be thinking of you like this. but he just couldn’t help it. the way your tank top outlines your curves even sitting down, the way your hair falls over your shoulders, the way your boobs practically spill out of your black tank top…

he swallows thickly, shifting in his seat. he forces his gaze to go back to the tv screen as he adjusts himself somewhat discreetly. he forces himself not to look at you. but it’s like your engraved in his mind right now. his breathing gets heavier and shallower. he couldn’t be more grateful for the blanket covering his sweatpants.

matt looks over at chris, noticing his quietness. usually matt is quieter than chris. but not this time. “hey, y’alright?” he questions, looking chris up and down, taking note of his flushed and almost panicked state.

chris looks over at him, nodding a little too fast. “yeah, i’m just really hot.” he breathes out, shifting the blanket.

matt raises his eyebrows, not believing him but not caring enough to pry. “alright.” he mumbles, turning his attention back to the tv and giggling at nicks comments.

you glance over at chris, noticing his state too. his eyes meet yours, and he whimpers under his breath, swallowing thickly. he doesn’t even care how he looks right now—he needs to rub one out real quick.

he stands up abruptly, adjusting his grey sweatpants as he does so. you watch him, and immediately notice the huge bulge in his sweatpants. your face flushes as you look up and see his eyes staring at you. “i—i have to use the bathroom.” chris mumbles before practically jogging out of the room, running upstairs to his bedroom. not the bathroom like he said.

“the fuck is his deal?” matt says, looking at you and nick.

“kid probably has to shit real bad.” nick jokes, making you giggle. you turn back to watch the tv, but you can’t stop thinking about what you saw. how big his bulge was, how he was breathing so heavy, how his face looked so desperate and flushed…

chris goes in the bedroom, not even bothering to fully close the door. he lays on his bed, his back resting against the headboard of his bed. he lifts his hips slightly to take off his sweatpants and his boxers in one go. his hard dick slaps against his abdomen, and he hisses slightly at the feeling and the cold air hitting him.

he lays back against the bed before he slowly wraps his hand around the base of his dick. he starts slow—he strokes himself gently, going from the base of his dick and to his tip, occasionally rubbing his thumb along his slit. he moans at the feeling of finally being able to touch himself.

he squeezes his dick slightly, adding more pressure. “o—oh fuck-“ he stammers out. his hips buck instinctively, chasing the feeling.

he can’t help but imagine your lips wrapped around his dick. how you’d take it all, tears streaming down your face as he repeatedly face-fucks you. how beautiful you’d look with his length down your throat, his balls slapping your chin with every rough thrust of his hips.

he gets to the tip of his dick, and runs the pad of his thumb over his slit. he shudders, his head tilting back against the headboard, his eyes squeezing shut.

“m’so close…oh my—fuck—“ he whines, his brows pinching together. his hips buck, practically fucking his fist now.

—

“where is chris? it’s been like.. five minutes.” nick comments as he looks over at you.

“i know right.” you comment, “i’m gonna check on him, actually.” you say before standing up. nick and matt just nod in response, not thinking about it too much.

but you knew what chris was doing.

you go upstairs, checking the bathroom only to see no one in there. you walk towards his room, to which you hear muffled whimpers and moans. you walk into his room, acting like you don’t know he’s jerking off. you’re not sure where the confidence came from yourself, as you really only saw chris as your best friend.

“hey, chris, matt and nick wanted me to check up on y—“ you begin, opening the door. you stop when you see him. the sight is even more beautiful than you could’ve imagined.

his face is so fucked out, hair messy, brows pinched together, jaw slack, panting and whimpering like a puppy.

his eyes open when he hears you, his hand never stopping its motions.

“get out—fuck—“ he begins to respond, but gets interrupted by a moan. he whines, his head tilts back against the headboard. you stand there almost dumbly. he tries to cover himself, he tries to come back to reality. he really did try to stop, but the knot in his stomach is so taut.

he’s about to take his hand off of his dick. to try to act somewhat casual. but as soon as his eyes focus on you—actually focuses—he cums right then and there uncontrollably.

he cries out, spasms taking over his body as spurts of cum cover his hand and abdomen. his hips buck as he tries to cover himself poorly. “f—fuck! get out—“ he struggles to say as his eyes roll into the back of his head briefly, the feeling overwhelming but not stopping as it rushes through his body.

you step back, watching his body practically go limp as his orgasm ends. your faced is flushed, your panties soaked. “chris i’m sorry—“ you begins to apologize, but he just shakes his head.

“it’s fine. just get out and don’t tell anyone.” he pants, finally bringing a blanket over his lower half. you simply nod, walking back downstairs.

he’s so fucking embarrassed.

gif credits: @vxnitra

credits to whoever made this au idk who made it!

[pip4444chris]

me too to both of you😞😞

i had a dream last night about sucking a girl’s titties and pussy, and now i’m craving pussy so bad ugh </3 like i just want a girl to sit on my face and ride it, it’s all i’m asking for.

-💗

I crave pussy like my life depends on it at least once a day. 💔 😩 You're so real for this.

[pip4444chris]

[pip4444chris]

Stress reliever

summary:Chris comes home late. The house is quiet. You’re on the couch in his hoodie, all cozy and cute — and that just sets him off.

warnings: Rough sex / power imbalance Dom/sub dynamics ,Light choking (with consent),Degradation (mild, consensual),Orgasm control / overstimulation and Mentions of possessiveness

The front door slams shut.

You don’t flinch — you know that walk, the heavy footsteps, the low mutter under his breath as he kicks off his boots. Chris is home, and he’s pissed.

You peek over the couch, curled up in one of his sweatshirts that still smells like cedarwood and sawdust. He looks wrecked — jaw clenched, brows furrowed, hair messy like he’s been running his hands through it all day.

“Rough day?” you ask softly, tucking your legs under you.

He doesn’t answer. Just stares at you — slow, dark, unreadable — then turns off the light with a click and walks toward you.

You sit up straighter, suddenly very aware of your bare thighs, the way his hoodie swallows you. He stops right in front of the couch, towering over you, chest rising and falling like he’s holding something in.

“Up,” he says, voice low, tight.

Your body reacts before your mind does. You stand.

He grabs your wrist — not gentle, not rough, but possessive. The kind of grip that says, I need to touch you or I’ll explode. He doesn’t say a word as he walks you down the hall to the bedroom.

The second the door shuts, he turns to you and mutters:

“Take your fucking shorts off.”

You blink. “Chris, are you—”

“Now.”

You slip them off. He doesn’t wait. Just grabs you by the waist, throws you face-down onto the bed, and pulls your hips up. His hand pushes the hoodie up, exposing your back and ass.

“Do you have any idea how fucking long my day was?”

He pulls his belt off with one smooth motion — the snap of leather making you shiver.

“Clients asking for changes last minute. My truck broke down. And the only thing that kept me from punching a hole in the wall…”

He leans down, his breath hot on your neck.

“…was thinking about this sweet little body waiting for me.”

Then he’s inside you. No warning. No teasing. Just a sharp thrust that knocks the breath out of your lungs. Your fingers grip the sheets as you cry out, back arching.

“Fuck, baby. You’re soaked.”

He groans, dragging his hips back before slamming into you again.

“You like it when I use you like this, don’t you?”

You whimper a yes — and he smacks your ass hard enough to make you jolt.

“Louder.”

“Yes, Daddy,” you gasp.

His hand finds your hair, fisting it, yanking your head back just enough to growl in your ear:

“Good fucking girl.”

He sets a brutal pace — rough, relentless, hips slamming into you like he’s trying to fuck the stress out of his system. You feel your thighs shaking already, pleasure spiraling too fast.

“You’re gonna take everything I give you. Got it?”

You nod quickly, breathless.

He flips you onto your back without pulling out, climbs over you like a storm, and pins your wrists to the bed with one hand. The other slips between your legs, fingers rubbing your clit in fast, tight circles.

He uses your body like it’s his own personal release — his rhythm sharp, punishing, driven by something darker than just lust. His other hand wraps around your throat, pulling your chest up until your back’s arched, your moans muffled by his palm.

“You take me so well, baby. Always so tight. So needy for it.”

You can’t think. Can’t breathe.

But you love it.

Your body’s straining for more, legs shaking already as he hits deeper with each thrust, the sound of skin on skin filling the room. You’re close. So close.

He knows.

“No,” he growls, pulling out suddenly and flipping you onto your back. “You don’t get to cum yet. Not until Daddy’s done using you.”

He enters you again without warning — one hand pinning your wrists above your head, the other between your legs, circling your clit slow just to torture you.

“Beg.”

“Please,” you whisper, hips rocking, desperate.

“Louder.”

“Please, Daddy. Please let me cum, I need it—”

“Then take it. And don’t stop.”

You break.

It hits like lightning — back arching, thighs trembling, his name falling from your lips like a prayer. But Chris doesn’t stop. Doesn’t slow. He keeps going, even as you sob and shake beneath him.

Another orgasm builds. Then another.

Your body obeys before your brain catches up. Your back arches, a loud moan spilling from your lips as your whole body trembles beneath him. But he doesn’t stop. Doesn’t slow.

“You’re not done. One more.”

Tears prick your eyes as he keeps going — fucking you through it, overstimulating you until your legs shake and you sob his name. His rhythm stutters — and with a deep growl and one final thrust, he finishes inside you, his body collapsing over yours.

Your mind goes white.

He growls your name, hips stuttering, then thrusts one final time — deep and possessive — as he finishes inside you, loud and low, like a man finally letting go.

Then… silence.

Just heavy breathing. Sweat. His body blanketing yours as he collapses over you, hand still holding yours, lips brushing your temple.

“Too rough?” he whispers, brushing hair from your face.

You shake your head, still trying to breathe. “No. I like it when you lose control.”

His jaw tenses — then softens.

He kisses your forehead. Your cheek. Your lips. Gentle. Slow. Like he’s putting every broken piece of himself back together through you.

“I love you too much not to kiss you after.”

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