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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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⠀⠀⠀ ゙ׅㅤ⠀ㅤwelcome ㅤto⠀taglist ⠀ㅤ⠀ഒㅤ⠀⠀⠀♡୧⠀⠀: ⠀⠀Hellooo sturniolo nation </3 this is my taglist list! Just so y'know I only post fanfic of sturniolo triplets and if you have any requests, please ask </3 comment down if you wanna be on the taglist!

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pretty profile :)

aww thank youu </3

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

enough to keep you steady.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

leaving you still restless in his arms.

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

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#NEEDTHAT

imagine chris, so pathetically desperate for you he’s practically whining, demanding you at least twice a day. no half-assed mouth or hand stuff, he needs to be inside you, and he’s not taking no for an answer.

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— humiliating matt’s size

★ requested by myself! ★

matt’s wrists were tied together behind his back, his knees bruising from the constant friction between the carpet and his skin. you sat on the edge of the mattress, admiring the pathetic sight unfolding in front of you. matt tried to look away, but your knuckles kept his chin up, forcing his jaw in place as he panted heavily.

he asked for this. matt had been a pillow prince for the past week, and the only time you allowed him to fuck you — he wanted you to get on top and do all the work. “why do you have that thing between your legs hm? you don’t even know how to use it” you asked, gaze flickering between his hardened cock and his teary eyes.

matt squirmed in place, chewing at his bottom lip. “i-i do! i know how to use it!” he talked back, a pink tone appearing on his cheeks, showing the lack of confidence at his own words. you chuckled, placing both elbows behind you and resting your upper body, almost mocking his presence. “yeah? so why do you act like a fucking pathetic little virgin boy? you could barely fuck me last night” you spitted out, crossing your legs.

matt’s cock twitched under your sight, the denial of pleasure turning him on even more. “‘m sorry i j-just can’t control my pace” he confessed — and it was true. matt would quickly lose control whenever he was on top, often going too fast and too deep. his cock was huge, his lack of care turning your pussy sore and filled with his cum before you could even reach your high.

you chuckled at his eagerness, clicking your tongue and moving your hair to the side so matt could get a peek of your breasts. “it’s no use anyways. this tiny little cock could never make me cum” you continued. matt loved when you were mean to him — your harsh words didn’t match the gentle way you’d take care of him after that humiliation, which only made matt more excited to be a good boy and receive his punishment.

“m-mommy” he finally spoke, fully submitting to you. “‘m sorry mama i really wan’ make you feel good” matt filled his chest with air in a failed attempt to look stronger, less desperate. “you can’t even make yourself feel good, matt” you responded, nails scratching your own shirt before opening the first button, showing off a bit more of your breasts.

he whined at your words, throwing his head back and trying to ignore the precum oozing from his slit. “isn’t that right, matt? you can’t do anything on your own can you? need mama for everything?” you questioned him. his cock was starting to hurt and he needed relief, also feeling his bladder getting fuller due the amount of water you forced him to drink before tying him up.

“mhmm” matt nodded, forcing his knees against the floor even more. he’d be so bruised. “c-can’t do it— need mama’s help” he pouted, trying to get closer to you. after a while, he was finally able to reach your thigh, resting his cheek against your soft skin and looking at you with pleading eyes.

“you’re so fucking pathetic” you said, running your fingers through his hair before tugging on his scalp, forcing his head back. his mouth hung open with the sudden action, a perfect opportunity for you to spit on him — which he gladly accepted, eagerly swallowing. “look at you, leaking like a baby” you mocked his wet cock, knowing his bladder could give up at any second.

“mama” matt cried, the tears falling from the corners of his eyes, dampening his flushed cheeks. “please, wan’ cum” he begged, bucking his hips into nothing, hoping you’d at least give him your leg to hump against.

“you can cry all you want” you continued, finally letting go of his hair and pushing him back, revoking your touch. “you’re gonna show me what a pathetic, stupid fucking baby you are. on fours, now.”

sooo… size humiliation + restraining + spitting + a lil bit of pee + crying + who knows what else…! for my dears @cockettechris @swiftiolo

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it's random but it felt like the tour ended so quickly, it felt like yesterday when their first surprise was revealed.

anyways, I'm so happy for them and happy for the fans who were able to attend <3 they worked so hard for this & I'll always be thankful for them! I love them sm... honestly, I'm excited for their car videos and vlogs to be posted again ♥︎

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𓂅 ♥︎ INEXPERIENCED!READER COCKWARMING BSF!CHRIS FOR THE FIRST TIME

⋆ ˚ .ೃ ࿔ * pairing... inexperienced!reader x bsf!chris

𓂃 ֹ ᮫ in which... inexperienced!reader cockwarms bsf!chris for the first time, but she gets impatient.

warnings... smut, cockwarming, pet names, swearing, no actual sex, fingering (? (chris is dj'ing))

♡ ˖ ࣪ ◟ your arms are looped tightly around the nape of chris’s neck, your face nuzzled into his chest while you bite harshly down on your lip to conceal any whines that threaten to slip.

chris’s cock is nestled deep inside of you, your soppy walls fluttering around him with every second that passes, mewling into his chest as you try your best to stay still and calm your racing mind. “c-chris, i— i can’t do it.. mmpphh, can’t concentrate,” you whine, attempting to swirl your hips, but his fingers has a firm grip on you.

he was so, so close to you, feeling every ridge and vein of his dick buried and sheathed so deeply inside of you, you were sure you could feel him in your stomach if you really tried. the thrill of it all made your mind go numb, eager and desperate for him to do something about it.

“come on, baby.. we just barely started, y’can do it.. i know you can.” he cooed, lifting a hand from your hip to brush a couple strands of hair out of your face, watching your expression twisted up in pleasure—you were going completely dumb on his cock, and he hadn’t even started fucking you yet. it was pathetically adorable.

chris could feel the way you were squeezing and clenching around him, your arousal soaking him—every squirm of your hip made his tip kiss at your cervix, another whimper falling from your lips. “n-no, please.. just move, please!”.

he tutted, continuing to rake his fingers through your hair, now allowing you to shift as much as you desired—but he wasn’t going to give you what you wanted, you’d have to wait a little.

“shhh, just a little bit more, baby.. y’look so pretty on top of me like this,” he gently pressed a couple light kisses down your throat, before he sucked a light-red mark into your skin.

your head was a complete mess, the only thing that was running through your mind being the delicious stretch of his cock, the way he filled you to the absolute brim, leaving no room, sucking deep marks, that’d for sure turn purple later, into your skin.

eventually he pulled back, listening to your pleads and mewls for him to start moving or literally do anything—you were pulsing around him, your sweet cunt starting to throb around his broad dick. “lift your hips for me, sweetie,” he poked your skin, watching as you obeyed within a second, not giving it a second though.

from the angle chris could see just how well he was fitted inside of you, your tight, gushing walls stretched out around him. “such a pretty pussy.. it’s a shame you’re complaining, cause she’s tellin’ me otherwise,” he smiled smugly, before he rutted his hips forward, filling you to the hilt like before. he was being a tease, and he knew it—but it was worth it to see your pretty face scrunch up in pure bliss.

a sharp gasp left your lips when the head of his cock once again prodded at your sweet spot, your nails digging into the skin of his shoulders, leaving crescent shapes. “o-oh god, chris.. please, just move.. wanna feel you,” a pout is stuck on your lips as you moaned and writhed for him, opening your eyes to gaze at him.

he chuckled lightly, shaking his head while one of his hands dipped between your spread legs. “nuh uh.. not yet, bunny. your sweet pussy looks like you’re enjoying it far more than you think,” you whined and complained, but he soon cut you off when the lad of his thumb found contact with your swollen clit, firmly pressing his digit onto your bundle of nerves.

“that feel good, baby?” he proudly smirked, rubbing slow, deliberate circles on your sensitive bud, his other hand resting on the back of your neck to tilt your head back a little, giving him more access to your neck and jaw.

you nod dumbly in response, any touch being enough, moan after moan being pulled from the back of your throat—the pure bliss of it all made your body give in to his completely, whining his name like a mantra. “don’t stop, please.. need it so bad chris,” you moaned between stumbled words, your face flushing in pure arousal, your body starting to grow warm.

“hmm.. think you’ve been patient enough, angel. wanna be a good girl and start moving for me?” his words were mumbled into your skin, speeding up the circles he was rubbing onto your clit.

of course, he was gonna make you work for it—he just loved seeing you beg and plead for his help, loving how easily he could bring out the naive and innocent side of you. eventually you’d grow tired anyway, begging him to take over.

more inexperienced!reader x bsf!chris here!

˚𝜗𝜚 notes... lolll i hope this doesn't suuuckk sorry i say that every time but like ummmm

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ִ ﾞ ★ MATT STURNIOLO

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

— more coming soon

ִ ﾞ ★ CHRIS STURNIOLO

♡ ꒰ˆ◞⸝⸝◟ˆ ꒱੭ㅤ◞ ㅤ ⊹ㅤsub.ᐟchris wanting reader's attention all day long. ꒰ blurb ꒱

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

— more coming soon

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

you smiled. "needy boy."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

and you stopped.

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

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

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

this time, you didn’t stop.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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˙⠀❀ㅤ ׅ   chris sturniolo • slick n' begging ㅤ 𝁼 ୭୧ ⠀..⠀⠀﹙⠀blurb⠀﹚

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warning : 18+ explicit content, sub!chris ( +bratty ), clothed grinding turning into bare grinding, begging, crying, whimpering, light degradation and praise, thigh riding, (gentle?) overstimulation, cuming on thighs

chris had been a brat all day. whining when you didn’t pay enough attention to him, pouting until you kissed his face, clinging to you like he couldn’t stand even a second of distance.

you thought maybe cuddling in bed would settle him down but you were so wrong. he latched onto you immediately, arms wrapped tight around your waist, face buried in your neck. you were half-asleep when it started: the slow, aching grind of his hips against your ass, his cock hard and throbbing through his boxers.

“baby... nghh- baby..." he whimpered softly, his hips rolling in slow, desperate circles, rutting his cock against your inner thighs. his breath was shaky against your skin, his fingers fisting in the hem of your shirt like he was trying to keep himself grounded.

you stayed still, pretending to be asleep, just to tease him. chris whimpered louder, his cock twitching where it pressed against your clothed ass, your little shorts and panties the only barrier between you.

"agh...ngh- need you," he gasped, voice high and desperate. his hand slipped down, palming himself through his boxers, grinding the leaking head of his cock against the curve of your covered thighs. his hips kept stuttering, sloppy and frantic, his body begging for any kind of friction.

you shifted slightly, enough for the head of his cock to catch between the fabric covering your folds, not inside, just pressed right there, teasing, hot through the thin layers. chris choked on a sob. "fuck..- nghh, baby, please, please...ngh-"

you still didn’t move. letting him grind and hump against you, his cock dragging over your shorts, leaking precum that stained the fabric. every time he rutted forward, the swollen head bumped against the spot he wanted most, even through the barrier.

chris tried to be good. tried to keep it slow. but he was so desperate, so fucking hungry for you — his hips started jerking faster, the head of his cock rubbing sloppily against your clothed pussy, catching where the fabric clung damply to your skin.

"baby.... nghh– feel so good...." he sobbed, his voice wrecked. he tried to hold it back, tried to bite his lip to keep from cumming too soon, but you could feel how he trembled, could hear the wet sounds of him rutting against you even through the layers. you reached back lazily, teasing your fingers over the tent in his boxers. he gasped, the sound punched out of him, hips twitching hard.

"please, please let me- fuck... i'll be good boy, i swear," he babbled, thighs shaking where they pressed against yours. his whole body was taut, desperate, trying so hard not to cum like a needy little thing.

finally, you took pity on him. you wriggled your hips back into him, giving a soft little sigh, and then you pushed your shorts and panties down enough for him.

chris helped, yanking them down clumsily, desperate hands fumbling, breath catching in his throat when the wet heat of your bare pussy was exposed to him.

"fuck- nghh, fuck...- " he gasped, pressing the head of his cock between your slick folds, dragging it through the messy wetness you were already dripping with. he whimpered, rutting slow and deep between your folds now, the bare heat of his cock slipping through the slickness, bumping your clit with every messy thrust.

you squeezed your thighs together tighter, trapping him there, and chris let out a choked, broken sob, hips stuttering helplessly.

"agh...- nghh... fuck, baby... gonna- no.. ngh please, ...not yet- " he cried into your hair. his hands clawed at your hips, desperate to get closer, desperate to sink inside you, but you just kept him grinding there, using your pussy lips to tease him mercilessly.

his cock throbbed violently, leaking so much precum that it dripped down between your thighs, mixing with your slick, making every thrust a filthy, wet sound. he was trembling from head to toe, his whines getting higher, breathier, completely falling apart.

"such a needy little cock," you murmured, voice thick with sleep and heat, grinding your ass back into him. chris let out a wrecked, broken moan, hips snapping against you harder, sloppier.

"nghh...- nghh... Aghh! fuck-" he gasped with every thrust, tears streaming down his face, soaking your neck as his face was nuzzled on your neck, spooning you.

"cum for me, baby," you finally whispered, low and sweet, voice like a command. "cum all over my thighs like the messy... little... boy you are."

chris let out a high, desperate cry and broke completely. his hips snapped forward, cock twitching violently between your soaked folds, and he came hard, sobbing into your shoulder. thick, hot ropes of cum spilled over your thighs, messy and endless, his whole body shaking uncontrollably.

even after he came, he didn’t stop rutting in tiny, helpless thrusts, grinding his oversensitive cock against your slick pussy, crying softly into your skin. you reached back, soothing your hand down his trembling thigh, feeling him shudder with every aftershock.

"my messy boy," you whispered, and chris only clung tighter, cock still twitching weakly between your thighs, like he still wasn’t ready to stop.

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